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Aaaaaaah! Help me! Aaaaaah!

Hey. Hey! Look.

Need a refill, man. As fast as you can.

Best Chop-Face I've seen tonight, man.

- You a "Gravedigger's Revenge" fan?
- Hell yeah.

It's a total deconstruction of
the death industrial complex.

It's great.

Look, hurry up, man, I
don't want to miss the part

where the doctor's face melts off.

Right, right. Uh, I got a
fresh batch coming out now.

Perfect.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

What does this even say?

Dog? Doug?

Can you look, please? What's that?

Uh, it says "goat".

No way. You can read that?

Yeah. I'm actually a little
concerned that you can't.

What does that refer to... goat?

Uh...

looks like Lasalle was referring
to the victim's tattoo.

Who the hell would get
a tattoo that says goat?

Goat. You know, Greatest Of All Time.

It's a whole... Okay,

you know what, you
need this more than I do.

You were up all night.

The only way you would
know I was up all night

is if you were up all night.

Look, neither one of us want to be

going through Lasalle's files.

So, the quicker it gets
done, the better, right?

- Right.
- Right. So drink.

Nah, you put Lactaid in it.

Yeah, and my digestion's
never been sounder.

Oh, Sebastian...

what are we gonna do?

We're just gonna power
through. You know, wrap it up.

No, I mean after that.

All right.

Last of Chris's case file.

I know this was, uh, hard for you guys,

but it really needed to get done.

Yeah, his handwriting wasn't
the easiest to decipher.

I just can't believe he's gone.

It's like we're missing a limb.

It's only been a couple of weeks.

It takes time to accept a loss.

Yeah.

I just don't think I'm
ever going to accept it.

We're gonna find a new
normal, eventually.

Where's Pride?

Uh, he's, uh, meeting with Dr. Douglas.

Oh. She clear us all?

We'll find out soon enough.

You've all suffered a
traumatic loss, Dwayne.

Maybe you most of all.

Well, I think I'm doing as
well as can be expected.

Actually, I agree.

But you need to know that the
grief is going to come in waves.

Been down this road before.

Then hopefully you now that you
have to take care of yourself,

not just everyone around you.

Where do things stand with my team?

Everyone's completed
the mandatory sessions.

And you're clearing 'em all for duty?

Yes.

Like you, they're still grieving.

But they've generally adopted
healthy coping mechanisms.

One of them even discovered
a grief-centered video game.

Gonna take a wild guess
that it's Sebastian.

Overall, everyone's doing
as well as can be expected.

Well, almost everyone.

Fortunately, for these two young men,

they probably never knew what hit them.

Any idea which of these is Trent Weiss?

Not until I pull the dental records.

This must have been
one hell of an explosion.

Just spoke to NOFD.

Preliminary investigation indicates

a natural gas accident.

All this destruction
because of a gas leak?

Says she's seen it before.
Saltwater from the Gulf

speeds up deterioration of the pipes.

They crack, and natural gas pools.

The slightest spark could
set off an explosion.

But in that scenario, the leak
is caused by a corroded pipe.

That's not what I'm seeing here.

What'd you find?

Well, the machine room
is blown to pieces,

but based on the blast pattern,

I think this pipe burst
before the explosion.

Any idea why?

I mean, it's only designed to handle,

uh, low-pressure gas... It's what we use

in homes and businesses,

but somehow highly
pressurized gas just got,

like, pushed through it.

A pipe bursting like that

would release tons of natural gas.

Then why didn't anyone smell
it and evacuate the building?

She's right. We probably
would've smelled it, even now.

So why aren't we?

- Gas company negligence?
- Uh, NOLA Gas

is automated. And they have
safeguards in place to make sure

something like this never happens.

Unless someone manually
overrode those safeguards.

So this is

either epic incompetence...

Or someone did it on purpose.

Hey, boss,

hold on to your seat, 'cause
these deets ain't sweet.

NOLA Gas has been hacked,
and they are offline.

I thought city services
weren't connected

to the Internet,

strictly to avoid that happening.

Yeah, closed computer networks
are impossible to hack

from the outside.

But not from the inside.

Bingo. I just talked to
a friend who works there,

they are freaking out

'cause they are completely
locked out of their network.

When did they lose control?

About an hour before the
theater exploded last night.

- They notify the FBI?
- Not sure, but I know

city management has been looped in

and they're directing all
inquiries to City Hall.

Okay.

Start running background checks

on all gas company employees.

I'm on it. Where you going?

Mayor Taylor's office.

She's responsible for all the
city's municipal services.

Have Gregorio and
Sebastian meet me there.

Let the supervisor know I want
updates every 15 minutes.

Dwayne.

Why is it when trouble comes,
you're never far behind?

Hoping we can help.

One of our sailors was a
victim of the explosion.

I heard. I'm so sorry. And of course,

- we'd welcome any help you could give.
- Well, has

the gas company been able to
regain control of their system?

Not yet, but our I.T. department
is setting up a direct line

from their network to our office

so we can see everything
happening in real time.

I can help out with that.

Can you introduce him to the guys?

Come on in. I was just discussing

options with NOPD. This
is Commander Armand,

head of the Special Operations Division.

Yeah, we go back. Good
to see you, Malcolm.

Wish it was under
different circumstances.

Special Agent Tammy Gregorio.

Nice to meet you, sir. Any idea
what we're dealing with here?

Well, given the takeover of the network,

for the moment we're treating
it as a possible terrorist act.

- But nobody's claimed responsibility?
- No,

and NSA informed us they
haven't heard any chatter.

Our computer specialist
believes that whoever did this

would've needed an inside man.

We've already looped in Homeland.

I can have them run
checks on the employees,

see if anyone pops up on a watchlist.

But until they regain
control of the system,

the city's vulnerable to another attack?

We have to assume so.

You need to get that?

Oh, it's okay, it's
just my private line.

Considering what's going on,

maybe you should answer it, Zahra.

Okay.

Hello?

Do I have the pleasure

of speaking with Mayor Taylor?

Who is this?

You can call me Spartacus.

If you don't want any more lives lost,

I suggest you do as I say.

Uh...

Spartacus, we're pretty sure

the theater explosion was an accident.

You're not the mayor.

No, I'm Special Agent Gregorio of NCIS.

Well, Special Agent, we both know

it was no accident. You're
trying to verify me.

Well, can you blame me?

I mean, any crazy can call
with a bogus claim, right?

Can a crazy take control of
the gas company's network?

Reroute highly pressurized gas
through low-pressure pipes,

causing them to explode?

- Find the Mayor's private phone number?
- Hm. Probably not.

That enough to verify, or do
you need more tangible proof?

Oh, no, you've done plenty.

Couple of lives lost in that explosion.

I want five million dollars.

You have seven hours to
pay or another location

goes boom.

I'll call with transfer instructions.

No, seven hours, that's not
enough time. We're gonna need...

I'm sorry, Special Agent Gregorio,

were you under the illusion
we were negotiating?

Five million, seven hours.

Clock is ticking.

Same thing happened
in Baltimore, Atlanta,

all across Texas.

Ransomware attack that crippled cities.

This guy upped the ante.
He's willing to kill people.

Well, so how do we stop that
from happening... pay him?

No. I wouldn't advise that.

Pay him, the demands will never end.

So what do we do?

We find him and stop him.

Need to coordinate a phone trace

for the next time Spartacus calls.

I'll loop in FBI and DHS, get it set up.

Zahra, does the city have
any accessible cash on hand?

- Not five million dollars.
- Well, how much?

We have a slush fund,
a little over a million.

Then we'll have to make that work.

But I thought we weren't
paying the ransom.

We're not. But we may need to buy time.

Keep Spartacus talking
until we can find him.

I'll get the city comptroller

to make everything we have
available immediately.

Good.

You established first contact.

You good with being point
person moving forward?

Of course. He's organized, methodical.

He knew immediately I
was trying to verify him.

Yeah, so he studied law
enforcement tactics.

Yeah, sounds like it.

I'm gonna have to play this

as straight as I can
with him. He's smart.

Yeah.

You're smarter.

How's it coming?

Almost there. We got a direct line

to the gas company's local network.

You should be able to display
everything they're seeing

on monitors at the gas company.

Okay, I'd like to bring Patton in,

have him here attacking this ransomware.

Any progress, it's vital
that he and Gregorio

are close enough to quickly communicate.

Yeah, can we get a
two-way terminal set up

so we can get input control here?

Sure. Just give us an
extra 30 minutes. Marx,

- grab a couple more Cat 5s.
- Got it.

It's Wade.

Test results came back on those bodies.

I'll stop by the morgue.

It's on the way.

On the way where?

Did he suffer?

No. His death was instantaneous.

So, what happens now?

I'll coordinate
transportation arrangements

and the registration of
the death certificate

at the funeral home.

He-he was such a good boy.

I'm sure he was.

I just want you to know

how truly sorry I am for your loss.

Would you...

Dwayne, what are you doing here?

Oh, I-I...

just wanted to see how you were doing.

Dr. Douglas talked to you, didn't she?

She... she did mention a concern.

Wondered if you felt
like talking about it.

Not particularly.

Loretta, sometimes it helps.

And I've been told I'm a good listener.

And I'm a medical examiner.

If I got emotional

every time I have to deal with death,

I wouldn't be a very good one, would I?

Yeah, well, we're not
talking about normal.

We're talking about Christopher.

There's nothing wrong.

If there were, Dr. Douglas...

never would have cleared me.

I'm fine.

But I did find something
that's interesting.

The lab reports on our victims

came back with high concentrations

of hydrocarbons in their bloodstream.

Natural gas poisoning?

A by-product of it, yes.

No surprise it's there.

The bigger surprise is what's not there.

Mercaptan... it's the sulfur compound

added to natural gas that gives off

that distinctive odor
in case there's a leak.

That's why they didn't
evacuate the theater.

Nobody could smell the gas.

Mercaptan should have automatically

been injected into the gas.

Means Spartacus has control

of more than just the
distribution system.

If he's figured out a way

to make the gas buildup undetectable,

he can...

hit any target in the city.

And no one would realize
they're in danger

until it's too late.

If we evacuate the city,
it'll cause a panic.

Then let's try to avoid having to.

We're attempting to shut down

the city's gas delivery
systems completely.

How long's that take?

At least 12 hours.

That's too long.

Could we implement the
city's hurricane protocols?

I know they weren't meant for
this type of emergency, but...

No, that's a good idea.

We discover his next target,

it'll be easier to evacuate that area.

I'll coordinate with
Emergency Preparedness.

Thank you.

Pride!

Patton figured out how the
ransomware was introduced.

I tracked it back to when the program

first began overwriting system commands.

I found the exact terminal
where it first started.

The ransomware was plugged in

and fed directly into the servers.

I traced back the log-in credentials

to the guy responsible.

Ronald Simmons.

Computer tech... worked
seven years in NOLA Gas.

No priors, but according to his HR file,

he's been written up several times.

Think he's our Spartacus?

Easy way to find out.
He's on duty right now.

If I wasn't panicking before, I am now.

This isn't inspiring confidence.

Simmons' station is
fourth row, center aisle.

Ronald Simmons, federal agents.

Hands in the air.

Dude.

What'd you do?

All right.

See what you can get from
him, and let me know.

Ronald Simmons is in custody.

That's great. So, this is over?

What?

Isn't Simmons the one who infected

the gas company's network?

He was.

But finding him was too easy.

Spartacus is careful.

Leaving an ID that can
be traced back to him...

I'm not buying it.

We're about to find out for sure.

Special Agent Gregorio.

So, tell me, when you caught Ronald,

which did he do first...

crap his shorts or pee his pants?

Try and keep him talking.

Give the FBI time to trace the call.

Okay.

You wanted us to catch him.

You're learning. That's good.

But you showed bad faith, and
now you have to be punished.

What?

I'm on your side, okay?

My focus is strictly on you and
getting you what you want.

Then stop wasting time
trying to catch me,

and concentrate on getting my money!

I can't control other law enforcement.

You blew up a building
and took two lives.

Of course they're gonna
come looking for you.

Perhaps a demonstration of the stakes

might help them refocus.

You do that, and you lose me.

You lose me, and you
lose all of the money

I've managed to raise this far.

You work with me, and I'll give you

everything we have right now.

How much?

$500,000.

That's not what I asked for.

Oh, come on. I'm still getting the rest.

It's half a million dollars.

Take it as a show of good faith.

Okay.

You've bought yourself a reprieve.

Check Mayor Taylor's e-mail,

and you'll find a message

with a Bitcoin account number.
I better see that money

- in the next 15 minutes.
- You will. You have my word.

And maybe a little less time
will help you and your friends

stop screwing with me and focus.

I'm taking two hours off the clock.

Get me my money, or boom!

Okay, ju... Damn it.

Talk to me.

Did they find him?

No.

Signal was bouncing all over.

What is it?

Um... No, nothing.

Actually, I want to show
you something. Come here.

Yeah.

I need you to not react
to what I'm about to say.

What's going on?

Spartacus knew we caught Ronald Simmons.

He called us the moment
we got confirmation.

So, unless he's got NSA-level
cell phone capabilities...

He's got eyes on us.

Somehow.

City Hall surveillance cams,
the mayor's computer...

he could have hacked anything.

Wait, so you're saying
he's spying on us,

even here, in my office?

Yeah.

And he's been watching
us the entire time.

Gregorio was right.

Mayor Taylor's computer was compromised.

Spartacus hacked in.

Probably heard everything
going on in that other room.

Safe to talk in there now?

Yeah, broke the mic.

He'll assume it shorted out.

- What about here?
- Clear.

You think he got into City
Hall's surveillance system?

Not sure yet. You want me to
shut all the cameras down?

No, let's leave 'em up.

We'll work around 'em.

Maybe we can use it to our advantage.

If he got into the mayor's network,

he's got to be close.

Armand's been running backgrounds

on all the gas company employees.

We should have them include
everyone at City Hall.

- I'll let them know.
- Tell him to hurry, too, all right?

We're running out of time.

Hey.

Hey. Um, Hannah and Sebastian
get anything on Ronald Simmons?

They're talking to him now.

Okay, good.

You all right?

No, I'm pissed.

I should've known he was watching.

Guy's a computer specialist.

He micromanages every detail.

Part of his thrill is
seeing the fallout.

No, don't-don't-don't
beat yourself up, okay?

We all missed it.

Oh, God, Pride, no. I...

I just... I feel like
I'm off my game, man.

Imagine we all feel that.

We've been through a lot lately.

Yeah, but I thought I was doing okay.

You're still grieving.

We all are.

Doesn't mean you can't do your job.

Even though I'm making mistakes?

You made a misstep.

Not a mistake.

We're gonna get this guy.

Just might take a little longer.

Those two guys dying...

it's my fault.

You could really help yourself out

by giving us the identity
of the man you work with.

Work with? What are you talking about?

Who's Spartacus?

How should I know?

A-All I wanted was some Saints tickets.

Saints tickets?

Yeah. I-I was doing

some programming on my work laptop,

and I got an e-mail
offering cheap tickets.

I know you're not supposed
to click on suspicious links.

But you clicked on it anyway.

Yeah.

It must have uploaded some type of

Trojan horse malware onto my laptop.

Yeah, and then it infected

the rest of the servers
when you plugged in.

When I came in this morning and heard

that our network got
hacked, I got worried.

So, you're saying you have nothing

to do with these attacks?

Oh, my God, no.

You guys think that I would
do something like this?

I have kids.

A-As soon as I heard what was going on,

I-I tried to fix this, okay, but...

Ronald, Ronald, y-you're
a programming specialist.

You expect us to believe
that you did something

as stupid as clicking
on a suspicious link?

I'm such an idiot.

Look...

you guys, you-you-you
have to stop this guy

before anyone else gets hurt, okay?

Isn't there... isn't there
any way that I can help?

Actually, yeah. You-you...

you, uh, program a lot of the
maintenance systems, right?

- Yeah.
- Does NOLA Gas have

any kind of-of pressure
monitoring system?

Uh, not specifically. The
system's really designed

to monitor lines for
safety and detect leaks.

Well, could it could be
reprogrammed to detect

any areas with pressure spikes?

I guess so. I...

No... Yes.

Yes, it definitely could.

What would that take?

Honestly? Days. Or some incredible

- programming genius.
- Well, luckily,

we know just the guy.

This is Tammy.

- We're on a first name basis now?
- Well, it's our

third date. Thought it was about time.

Got the down payment.

- Now where's the rest?
- Peed, by the way.

Earlier, you asked me

if Ronald Simmons crapped
his shorts or peed his pants

when he saw the authorities.

Well, he peed his pants.

Figures.

You must really hate the guy
if you set him up like that.

Trying to trick me into revealing

some personal information there, Tammy?

Nah, don't take it personally.
I'm just doing my job.

This Spartacus... I-I
forget... Was he, um,

he was some kind of Roman slave, right?

A rebel, actually, rising
up against his oppressors.

That's right. That's right.

So is that what you're doing...

rising up against your oppressors?

We're all just cogs in
someone else's system.

Sounds like you have some
firsthand experience with that.

I do. But every cog
has its breaking point.

There is a silver lining, though.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

A broken cog can bring
down an entire system.

Where's my money, Tammy?

It's coming.

Being moved from several city
departments, which takes time.

How much time? Say,
12 hours, enough time

to shut down the city's gas system?

Listen, I'm not stalling here.

Shut up!

I'm the one running this show, not you.

You obviously need motivation

to move my money, and that, I
am more than happy to provide.

Spartacus, listen to me.

I am trying... Spart...

Damn it.

You hear all that? I think
he's gonna hit another target.

You did everything you could.

Not enough to stop him.

Is it working?

Yeah, we got it.

These all the city's gas lines?

Patton and Sebastian
worked with Ronald Simmons

- to rewrite the programming.
- Instead of monitoring leaks,

we're monitoring pressure changes.

That'll give us a warning to
where Spartacus is hitting next.

What's that?

Pressure changes.

He's gonna blow something else.

He's diverting gas to Gretna?

Doesn't make sense. That part
of Gretna's barely populated.

Spartacus is a narcissist whose goal

is to punish with maximum impact.

Whatever he's doing, it's happening now.

Pressure's building up fast.

Oh, my God.

The 911 call center.

911 call center's in the Bywater.

The main center is, but
it's closed for renovations.

We moved everything to the old
emergency communications center

in Gretna.

- How many people work there?
- About 50.

All right. I'll alert Armand

to start evacuations

and divert 911 calls

to the Jefferson Parish dispatch.

Hannah and Sebastian are close.

Tell them to do what they
can, but to be careful.

All right.

- That's right, keep moving.
- Move, move!

How's it going in there?

Getting the last of
the employees out now.

Ma'am, out front. Officers
will show you where to go.

You got to get out of there right now.

All right? Patton says the
whole area's in the red zone.

Heading out now.

It's okay. It's okay, I got you.

I got you.

All right, come on. We got
to get as far away as...

Yeah, but what were you thinking?

You both could have been killed.

Ow. That hurts more than the explosion.

Just makes no sense at all.

Rushing into

a gas-filled building

like maniacs.

That's what the police are for.

You know that we are the police, right?

Yeah, we're, like,
literally, the police.

Sorry.

There, you're all patched up.

You'll be fine.

Thank you, Loretta.

Mm-hmm.

- You okay?
- No, I'm annoyed.

You know, people needed help.

Oh, so you had to rush into danger

like you always do... all of you?

It's just... it's part of the job.

There were other officers
there, Sebastian.

Why does it always have to be you

or Dwayne or any one of you?

It's like you all have a death wish.

Look, I know you're
not really mad at me.

Well...

you're wrong.

I promise you

that I won't do anything dangerous

unless it's absolutely necessary.

There you are.

Loretta's having a tough time, huh?

Mm.

How about you?

You know, she didn't mean it.

She's just... she's still hurting.

She's right, actually.

She is?

I ran straight into that
building without thinking twice.

Well, yeah, you know, that's,
that's, uh, that's what we do.

- I mean, how many times have we...
- Too many.

And yeah. It's the job.

- And it worked out.
- This time, yeah.

It didn't work out for Christopher.

Ordinarily, when the
adrenaline rush disappears,

I just forget about all the
crazy things that we do.

But today?

I thought about Naomi.

What would she do

if it didn't work out?

Who would tell her

that I wasn't coming back?

How she would feel?

- Yeah, it's a lot.
- Yeah. Um...

I just, I never think about the
dangers of the job, you know?

Just never consider it, not even once.

Is that a-a good thing or a bad thing?

It's just a thing, Sebastian.

I know you want to say something,

but there's just really
just nothing to say.

Thanks,

for letting me get it off my chest.

Come on.

Hey, what's up?

Wait, what? You got to be kidding me.

- When did this happen?
- Wait, what's happening?

Oh, man, I need that
van to get around in.

- This is terrible.
- Patton!

Patton.

No, no, no. Shut the
door, shut the door.

What's going on?

- Something about a van.
- No, no, no.

I made it up, assuming
Spartacus was still watching us.

I had to make it convincing.

- I got an idea where to find Spartacus.
- Good, because

we're running out of time.

We've only got three hours left.

Where?

Right here in City Hall.

- What?
- I was analyzing

the computer code from the ransomware.

I found bits of the same
code in the city's network.

Somebody in the city's I.T. department?

Which means he wasn't
just using computers

or surveillance cameras to watch us.

He's been right here the whole time.

There are over 30 people
in our I.T. department.

How do we find out which one it is?

That department have any
personnel problems lately?

Actually, there's some
restructuring going on.

What kind of restructuring?

All noncritical municipal departments

are being privatized in
an effort to save money.

And those employees?

Unfortunately, they're being let go.

Well, that's why he's
angry. He's being laid off.

Not just about money.

- It's payback.
- So what do we do?

Patton's little performance
gave me an idea.

We need to buy time

to identify Spartacus,
throw him off his guard.

So I think we need to give
this man what he wants.

With all due respect,
Dwayne, I'm the mayor.

This is my call.

This is exactly what Spartacus wants.

You pay him, who's to say he won't just

- blow something else up?
- Why would he do that

if he gets what he wants?

- We don't know what he'll do.
- I'm paying the ransom.

Just give us a little more
time, Mayor Taylor.

I've given you plenty,
and you haven't delivered

on anything promised. At this point,

I trust Spartacus more than I trust you.

Pay the man.

This is Tammy.

I'm guessing my fireworks
show at the call center

was sufficient motivation to pay me.

Or do I need to blow up a school?

No, no, no. You win.

The city's decided to pay.

She's got Spartacus on the line.

Let's hope she keeps him talking
long enough for us to find him.

How many of the employees being
laid off are working today?

Five. But I've accounted
for all except one.

Steven Marx?

Hell, he was here.

He helped set up the command center.

I'm looking for him now.

Got him. He's coming
up from the basement,

headed towards the southeast stairwell.

That exits to the alley.

Send Marx's photo to
Hannah and Sebastian.

Tell them to cut him off.

Two million from the city's
emergency fund, in process now.

You should have it in 20 minutes.

That's more like it.

You should have taken
me seriously earlier.

I've always taken you seriously.

Things aren't always my call, though.

Well, you need to find a
way to make it your call.

Yeah, well, I'm doing everything I can.

Well, I'm still owed two
and a half million dollars,

and there are plenty of places
in New Orleans left to blow.

It's coming, okay? Piecemeal
from every department

in New Orleans, but it's coming.

Excuse me.

Son of a bitch.

- What is it?
- He's doing it again.

Pressure's building up fast.

- Where?
- Right here.

Spartacus is about to blow up City Hall.

Whoa!

- Where's Marx?
- We didn't see him.

He can't be far.

Marx doesn't care about
the money anymore.

He's planning to blow City Hall.

There's not enough time

- to get everybody out of there.
- I know.

Gregorio'll keep him talking
for as long as she can,

but we need to find him and stop him.

We'll cover more ground if we
split up. I'll take the back.

- We got the front.
- Come on, let's go, hurry.

Let's go, let's go!

Loretta? Loretta, what
are you doing here?

Oh, just helping friends.

My friends ask to borrow sugar.

Well, this is the kind of thing
that happens with this team.

Come on, let's get you out of here.

Patton, where are you going?

Get the mayor to safety.

I'm going to get Gregorio out of here.

I just got a message that
we got the rest of the money

ready to send now. That's good, right?

How soon can you get it to me?

Ten minutes, probably. Maybe less.

Hey, let's go. We got
to ditch this dive.

- No, I got to keep Marx talking.
- No,

what you got to do is get out
of here just like the rest of us.

Ten minutes? You'll have
to do better than that.

Look, I'm doing my best, okay?

I got to keep him talking long
enough for Pride to find him.

Your best isn't good enough right now.

- You stay, I'm staying, too.
- No, you're not.

If the situation was
reversed, and I had to stay,

- would you leave me?
- Patton, damn it.

Any sign of him?

Negative.

He's not in the square either.

Look, I get it. You're pissed
that you're being screwed over.

You got that right.

People like Mayor Taylor have
all this power and authority,

yet they're completely incompetent.

Always taking credit, but
never accepting blame.

Right? And then they have
the nerve to play favorites.

What happened to good
work getting you rewarded?

Not kicked to the curb.

Well, power's wasted on the
wrong people, my friend.

Maybe you actually do understand.

You lying bitch.

What? I thought we were doing okay.

You've just been buying time
to evacuate the building.

Evacuate? What for?

Stop lying. I just saw

Zahra Taylor pass me in a city vehicle.

- Patton.
- Pride, find Mayor Taylor's car.

She just passed Marx.

Hey, I'm still getting you your money.

That's what you really want, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Fine.

You want to play hardball?

- I can, too.
- Listen, don't do anything.

No, you listen.

You shouldn't have screwed with me.

Aren't you in enough trouble, Steven?

You know my name.

Yes! Steven Marx. I do.

I know your name, and I
know a lot more than that.

You don't know anything about me.

I know that you're really, really angry

that you're getting laid off,

and that you feel cheated.

I was... cheated.

And you have every right to feel angry,

but this isn't the way.

I'm tired of everyone's lies.

You're just like all the rest.

You deserve to die, too.

- Patton.
- Pride, Marx's

doing it now!

Steven Marx. Federal agent.

Put your hands in the air.

Turn around, slow.

Easy!

You're too late.

You can't...

What's happening, Sebastian?

The pressure's going down.

It's over.

It's over? It's over.

It's over.

Thank you, Patton.

I'll go put this box in my van.

Oh, oh.

Didn't expect you all to still be here.

We're just packing up, making sure

we didn't leave anything behind.

'Cause, no offense, I never want to see

the inside of this office again.

Fair enough.

Thanks for trusting in me today.

If I'm being honest,

there were a few times I
didn't think you'd pull it off.

Yeah, well, if I'm being
honest, neither did I.

Wasn't my best day.

Sometimes getting through it
is the best we can hope for.

But you saved lives today.

And for that,

thank you.

Thank you.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

I want to talk to you about
what happened earlier.

Ah, it's nothing to talk about, man.

Patton.

Staying with me was one of the
dumbest things you've ever done.

No, ma'am. The dumbest
thing I've ever done

involves crazy glue, a fork,
and a sleeping Mike Tyson.

- What?
- Long story.

- Why, are you mad?
- No, I'm not mad.

Well, you seemed like it
when it was happening.

Yeah, maybe, but I'm grateful now,

because, um...

these past couple of
weeks have been like...

Crap.

Yeah. And, you know,

we all think we can do
it alone, but we can't.

- We need each other.
- Yeah.

- You know what else we need?
- That good stuff?

- Nothing but the best.
- Yes.

- My personal reserve.
- Please.

- Let me grab it.
- All right. I'll grab some glasses.

All right.

No, I forgot.

She'll have a blast.

Yeah, okay.

Naomi?

Yeah, she's, uh,

off to a Girl Scout camp.

- Is that okay?
- Yeah, it's good. She'll be happy.

You know, I still got
some boxes in the back.

Should we pack up the rest?

Not tonight, Sebastian.

P and I made an executive decision.

- Oh?
- Tonight we drink.

I'm down with that.

Little pre-drink, and
then we go to the bar.

Oh, that is the best
idea I've heard all day.

What about Pride and Loretta?

Uh, they got something else going on.

Yeah.

Oh, Patton was just about to
tell me his Mike Tyson story.

- Oh. All right, yeah.
- Yeah.

Settle in, it's a long one.

In a good way.

So it was me and Mike,

we was in Las Vegas.
Yo, his house is crazy.

He got, like, these Roman statues

- that stand over the pool.
- What?

Christopher's old church.

He brought me here once.

Me too.

I enjoyed it.

I like thinking of him here.

His eyes lifted up, singing a hymn.

He had a nice voice.

Tried to get him to sing
with me at the bar once,

but he-he wouldn't do it.

How'd you know I was here?

Trade secret.

You're a parish employee, Loretta.

I tracked your municipal vehicle.

So you're spying on me.

I didn't see you after
we cleared City Hall,

just wanted to make sure you were okay.

There goes that word again: "okay".

Suppose you'll respond
with your old favorite:

"I'm fine".

You just know me too well, Dwayne Pride.

- I'm not sure how I feel about that.
- Well,

doesn't matter how you feel.

It's true and it's never gonna change.

Oh, boy.

I tell people every day,

"Sorry for your loss".

Always wish I had more,

something...

more useful to tell them.

No easy answers.

Well, I'm a medical examiner,

I ought to be able to
handle this better.

It's just...

Most of the time, death is clinical.

It's a puzzle to be solved.

But Christopher was a friend.

I'm having a hard time, Dwayne.

Just hurts.

I know.

Oh...

Must be even harder for you.

You two were so close.

Hard for all of us.

Keep telling myself...

eventually,

it's gonna be easier.

Well, I'll keep telling
myself the same thing.

Maybe one day we'll actually believe it.

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