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GIRL:
Help me, please! No! [grunts]

Hey. Hey! Look.

Need a refill, man.
Fast as you can.

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

You a Gravedigger's Revengefan?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.

♪ 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.

SEBASTIAN: All right.

Last of Chris' 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.

HANNAH: 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.

DOUGLAS: 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.

PATTON:
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.[phone ringing]

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.

[ringing continues]

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?

MAN [distorted]:
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.

[quietly]:
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.

[line disconnects]

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.[phone chimes]

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...

[sighs]

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.

[sighs]
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.

GREGORIO:
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.

PRIDE:
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.

[phones ringing,
employees clamoring]

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.

[chuckling]:
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.

[phone rings]

We're about to
find out for sure.

Special Agent
Gregorio.

SPARTACUS:
So, tell me,
when you caught Ronald,

which did he do first--

crap his shorts
or pee his pants?

[mouthing]

Try and keep him talking.

Give the FBI time
to trace the call.

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.

[mouthing]

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.[line disconnects]

Talk to me.

Did they find him?

No.

Signal was
bouncing all over.

[sighs]

What is it?

Um... No, nothing.

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

[whispering]:
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.

[sighing]:
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.

RONALD:
Those two guys dying--

it's my fault.

[sighs]

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.

RONALD:
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.

[phone rings]

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.

[chuckles]
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...[line disconnects]

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?

PATTON:
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.

PRIDE:
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.

SEBASTIAN:
That's right, keep moving.

How's it going in there?

Getting the last
of the employees out now.

Ma'am, out front.
Officers will show you

You got to get out
of there right now.where to go.

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.

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.

[phone rings]

This is Tammy.

SPARTACUS:
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.

[beep]

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.WADE:
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?

MARX:
How soon can you get it to me?

Ten minutes, probably.
Maybe less.

[phone beeps]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.

GREGORIO:
And you have every right
to feel angry,

but this isn't the way.

MARX:
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...

[gunshot]

What's happening, Sebastian?

The pressure's going down.

It's over.

It's over? It's over.

It's over.

Thank you, Patton.

[both sigh]

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.[chuckles]

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.[chuckles] 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.
[chuckles]

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.[chuckles]

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.

[exhales]

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.[sighs]

I tracked your
municipal vehicle.

[sighs] 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."

[chuckles]

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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