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(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN: Nice room, fancy.

MAN: It's not bad.

I stay here whenever I'm in town, so...

WOMAN: That's nice, baby.

Now, let's get that silly jacket off.

MAN: Maybe...

50 bucks says he chickens out.

No way. He just shelled out like a month's salary.

He's locked and loaded. He's way over his head.

Look how fidgety he is.

It's his first time with a working girl.

You're some kind of mind reader?

We've watched a million videos like this,

giving me disturbing insight into the male psyche.

WOMAN: Let's get to business.

MAN: Really? Whoa...

(silenced gunshots)

No, wait!

(panting)

Please. You don't have to do this.

(silenced gunshots)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(nearby clattering)

(faint blips and beeps)

Whoever's there, identify yourself!

Ow! (groaning)

Sorry. It's me.

It's Sebastian.

First day on the job, I got a little excited,

I couldn't sleep, so I figured

I'd just come in.

At 5:00 in the morning.

Thought I'd just get a head start on things,

maybe unpack my stuff.

Anyway, where should I put my stuff?

I haven't gotten you a desk yet. Still figuring out logistics.

Okay. All right, that's fine.

I'll just, uh...

I'll just hold onto this for now.

We'll find a place for you.

Oh, totally. Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.

Just, I'm so nervous, you know?

Like, "first day at school and you don't know anyone"

kind of nervous, but that's strange, right?

'Cause I, I know everyone here.

Never easy taking a new job.

Especially on an experienced team.

But you're here for a reason.

You'll do great. I promise.

And...

...I got something

for you.

Your service weapon.

Welcome to NCIS.

Forensics Agent Lund.

This is...

this is really happening.

(phone beeping)

So's this...

Four dead bodies... Including a sailor.

Yes! All right.

Man, that's insensitive. I'm sorry.

Just first case as an agent, you know?

Yeah. Gonna be great.

(sirens wailing)

LASALLE: Lieutenant Annabelle Shaw.

Computer specialist out of Belle Chase.

Navy sent her here to help install a software update,

along with her co-worker, Eric Smith.

DoD contractor.

Killer or killers come through that door,

guns blazing.

Takes out the guard,

Mr. Smith and Lt. Shaw?

What exactly is this place?

It's a federal data sharing... Well, some short of data farm...

I'm sorry. Do--? Is it my turn?

Just trying to figure out the-the briefing etiquette.

Go for it, my friend.

All right. It's a Federal server farm,

where different agencies at DoD and DOJ share and analyze intel.

Yeah. FBI, CIA, Navy Intel--

all of them store their files here.

High-value target.

Assuming data was stolen?

Yeah. Over a thousand terabytes worth, according to this log.

We're talking about a massive breach of national security.

Oh! I just can't get over it. (chuckles)

Aww. You're all grown up...

Okay. All right. You know, I'm trying to work here.

Oh, right. Yes, of course. (clears throat)

There's a fourth victim outside.

Also shot twice.

How many suspects we looking at?

Uh, it's too soon to tell,

but I'd say just one.

Each victim has a double tap to the chest.

Someone was very handy with a weapon.

Handy with electronics, too.

Entire security system, including surveillance

is taken offline.

Oh. I'm sorry about that.

Trying to work out the timing, still.

Okay. All right. So we've got what could be one man

who breaks in,

undetected, kills four,

steals massive amounts

of sensitive government data.

Probably espionage.

Should talk to DoD and DOJ, ASAP.

Yeah. I'll have Sonja and Gregorio contact them now.

In the meantime, Christopher. Let's start--

excuse me-- Hmm? Yeah.

pulling surveillance footage

from other buildings in the area.

You got it. Oh, I'll go with Lasalle.

No, no, no. You're okay. You stay here.

Work with Loretta. Lot of evidence to process.

That's a good idea. Not just physical evidence, either.

Whoever did this must've left a digital trace.

Patton's out of town at some I.T. conference,

but we should probably contact him.

Good idea. Do it now.

We need to find whoever did this

before the stolen data gets in the wrong hands.

(moaning over video)

That just looks uncomfortable.

Everything about it.

I know we keep it casual at NCIS,

but it seems like you're pushing it.

We're workin' here. (taps key, moaning stops)

Thought you were contacting DoD and DOJ.

Well, both agencies reported an attempted hack

of the facilities two weeks ago.

That's why Lieutenant Shaw was sent here to update software,

strengthen cyber defense.

Any idea who the hacker was?

None. But it's our guess,

it's the same person as the killer.

This is part of what he was stole.

Surveillance from FBI

of a major prostitution ring.

I know him.

It's Councilman Long.

Well, how'd you find this?

We didn't. It went viral

an hour ago.

GREGORIO: A long with eight other videos

of prominent New Orleanians.

All a part of the stolen files.

And each of our subjects are under some form

of investigation.

Internet's blowing up.

Videos are getting thousands of hits.

It's straight up public humiliation.

Doesn't sound like espionage to me.

(computer beeps)

Ah, hey. It's the new guy.

I can say that, 'cause I've been here a week.

Welcome aboard, newbie.

You got something for us?

I'd say. Found epidermis cells

at the scene that didn't match any of our victims.

But they did match a very likely suspect.

Ethan Beck.

PRIDE: Ethan Beck?

So. All right. So you've heard of Anonymous, right?

Of course.

Okay. Well, Ethan Beck and his people

are, like, ten times better. And their mission

is to expose corruption wherever it is.

So where do we find this guy?

Well, that's the thing. You don't really find him.

He finds you. He's like a... like a phantom.

I'm expecting a "but" right about now.

But there was a failed hack attempt on the facility

a couple weeks back...

And Patton was able to find out

where that hack came from.

And I'm gonna send you those details right now.

The abandoned restaurant on Lake Pontchartrain.

Yeah. Actually, there's activity on the I.P. address right now.

Somebody's still there.

Could be our killer.

Gregorio, you're with me.

NCIS!

Hands where we can see 'em.

Slow!

(short laugh)

Elvis!

Dwayne Pride.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns, and look,

you brought your little buddy with you, too. Should've guessed,

if we had a major hack job, we'd run into you.

I know what you're thinking.

This looks really bad for me.

but this time I swear I did not do it.

Right.

GREGORIO: Hands where I can see 'em.

I am having a raging bout of déjà vu right now.

Dwayne, tell her I'm not dangerous.

Last time we dealt with you, you were armed

and almost shot a woman.

She's got a point, Elvis.

Out of context, unfair.

And that woman sort of had it coming.

Can I cuff him, please?

Not yet, New York.

Elvis, this restaurant

was the source of a hack attempt

on a Federal server farm.

A facility where four people were killed this morning.

Right. So you think it's, uh,

suspicious that I'm here,

considering my past miscommunications

with the law.

Um, by miscommunications, do you mean

multiple felony convictions? Then, yes.

I'm not the felon you're looking for.

His name is Ethan Beck.

How do you know that?

'Cause I'm looking for him, too.

He runs a hacktivist group called the Collective.

More like a terrorist organization,

exposing people's dirty secrets.

No. The Collective was founded to create transparency

and expose corruption.

Well, right now, it's exposing

prominent folks' personal lives.

Yeah, and that's really pissing me off.

Why do you care?

Because my reputation's at stake.

Because he created the Collective.

Yeah. I created it with Ethan.

He was my protégé.

But he let his ego get the best of him,

and it's not about the cause anymore.

It's about Ethan proving how powerful he is.

And that's why you guys have to let me help you find him.

Talk about ego. We can handle this, all right?

Dwayne, you don't have any idea who you're dealing with.

Do you? He's hard to track. Listen.

He's taken down Fortune 500 companies.

He's brought government agencies to their knees.

And he's never been caught.

He's dangerous.

Elvis, Ethan Beck murdered four people,

including a Navy Lieutenant. We know he's dangerous.

Good point.

But you got to let me help you find him. (phone beeping)

I taught him every trick he knows.

I am the one guy

who could track this dude down.

Please.

Gregorio? Yeah?

Take Elvis back to NCIS.

Set up him up with whatever he needs.

For real?

Don't look so upset.

(chuckles) I don't bite.

(laughs) Unless you ask real nice.

Where are you going?

Summoned by the mayor.

TV REPORTER: Mayor Douglas Hamilton...

They got my e-mails, Dwayne.

Do you...? They got my e-mails!

All right? Posted them online.

Hundreds of private messages.

You're not the only one.

Come on, the reporters asking que--

They're all over the place. You've seen them, right?

...intimately involved with your press secretary.

Uh, I have nothing to say...

I've got nobody, though,

to field questions for me,

because my press secretary's

husband made her resign.

I've got multiple homicides to solve,

can we cut to the chase?

You're enjoying this, ain't ya?

(laughing): I can see.

You're enjoying this, just a little bit.

Your point, Mr. Mayor?

Now, I know you think that I'm a bad guy.

Right? That, uh...

I'm only interested in myself.

If history is any guide.

I'm screwed, Dwayne. Oh, yeah. I'm done.

And there's nothing I can do about that now,

but innocent people are getting hurt.

Private lives are getting exposed.

And this could be very bad for a lot of good people.

We agree on that much, don't we?

I can be useful to you.

I can pull strings.

I could give you access to resources if you need them.

Whatever you need. Just say the word.

Let's fix this together.

Might be something you can do.

Uh... you...

you're, uh...

(chuckles) I mean...

Are you having a stroke, kid?

Seriously, do I have to give you mouth to mouth?

I'm Elvis.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I know exactly who you are.

You're-you're a personal hero.

I hope that doesn't sound strange.

No, no, that's not creepy at all.

It's just, your work is pretty much the reason

I got into computers in the first place.

Okay, now I feel old, but also a bit flattered.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to track down Ethan Beck.

Sorry, I didn't know this is your office,

but you got a killer setup here.

Oh, yeah, it is killer, but it's not mine.

I don't really have an office, per se.

I-I'm kind of new. Okay.

Actually, I'm very new.

Although, I've also been around a lot,

so, it's all very complicated.

Anyway, I'm-I'm supposed to find Ethan Beck, too.

Okay, good. Cop a squat.

Let's get at it.

All right.

Um, uh, over there's good.

That's probably good. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, Ethan is a hard guy to track down, you know?

Not easy to trace, but, uh, we got a work-around here.

We got all the Internet traffic for the entire city.

Whoa, how did you--? Not me, your mayor.

He took a break from bedding his employees to help us out.

Thanks to your boss.

So... so, if Ethan's sifting through all these stolen files,

and he's posting them online, then he's gonna need

a high concentration of bandwidth, right?

Right, and Ethan doesn't do the grunt work,

so one of his minions does it for him.

So, if we trace the low-hanging fruit...

We can trade up to the big dog.

That's right. All right. Yeah! This is fun.

Yeah, yeah, eyes front. Yeah.

Okay.

I've got some heavy traffic

coming from a coffee shop in The Quarter.

Good job, kid. Call in the cavalry.

Actually, I am the cavalry.

Actually, I need you to help me find the other Collectives.

Oh, okay, yeah. Let's do it. Yeah. Right.

By here, I mean of course... Back over there. Sure.

I'm gonna call Lasalle.

Pretty much always over there.

Oh, this is great.

Like Batman and Robin, except a cooler Robin.

Coffee shop's up here on the corner.

It's official.

Mayor Hamilton's sex tape just went wide.

They got him with his press secretary.

No. Someone else. A friend's wife.

I feel bad. For Hamilton?

For him, the woman, anybody who has their privacy invaded.

I mean, we all have secrets, no? Not everyone.

Agreed.

Okay, you got a couple of saints here.

Well, you live a decent life, you got nothing to hide.

SONJA: Check out Mr. Robot.

LASALLE: Yeah, Mohawk, piercings,

could be our guy.

Excuse me.

Federal agents.

Need to ask you a few questions.

We got a rabbit.

Easy now. Get off me.

(grunts)

Attica! Attica!

I'm gonna let you ladies handle this one.

PRIDE: Thank you, Roy.

You're in a lot of trouble, Aviva.

Assaulting a Federal agent.

Your guy manhandled me.

You got bigger problems.

We know that you're connected

to a major security breach at a Federal facility.

That you've released sensitive data to the public.

You're a member of the Collective,

and you work for Ethan Beck.

Prove it.

Everything we need to know

is right here in your computer.

Boot it up.

Try and access the hard drive.

See what happens.

Booby trapped, huh?

Wow.

Smart.

AVIVA: At a level you can't even

begin to contemplate.

The Collective isn't afraid of laws

or consequences or cops.

That's fair enough.

But... I'm not the one you need to worry about right now.

Do you know who I am?

I'm Elvis Bertrand.

No way.

And your worst nightmare is coming true in real time,

because I don't care about laws or rules

or pathetic booby traps on your hard drive.

You are gonna cooperate with us,

or I'm gonna expose every move you've made

as a so-called hacktivist

to the whole world.

(scoffs)

(sighs)

What do you want?

Want you to contact Ethan Beck.

Just reach out to him, and I will do the rest.

Okay.

I hope you know what you're doing,

'cause he doesn't like to be found.

ELVIS: Now, I'm just running

a little, elegant, backtrace program I devised,

and it will attack his computer before he knows what hit him.

(chuckles)

Ooh.

That's not good.

Elvis.

Any idea what's going on?

I did not do it. I swear.

ELVIS: You didn't do this. Ethan did.

I heard you were looking for me.

Can you trace his location?

I'll try, but he's got control of our whole network.

You've uncovered the hornet's nest

and woken a sleeping giant.

Okay, I'm gonna ignore your agregious overuse

of mixed metaphors, Ethan,

and ask you, "What the hell is your problem, buddy?!"

Elvis, you're a traitor to the cause.

I refuse to speak to you.

What cause justifies the murder of four people?

I won't listen to your lies.

You have no idea what you're talking about

or who you're messing with.

(shouts)

Sebastian! How is he doing that?

I don't know, but it's kind of cool.

(shouts)

Okay, Ethan, Ethan, listen to me, buddy.

This isn't you.

I need you to come in here.

Stop looking for me.

Sorry, we can't oblige you of that.

Then you'll all pay for it.

(shouts)

Okay, well...

that could've gone better.

This whole Wizard of Oz act doesn't exactly mesh

with a suspect willing to kill four people in cold blood.

Well, contradiction we can try to explain after we find him.

Please, tell me you have another way of tracing Ethan Beck?

Not off the top of my head.

He's gone deep underground,

probably unplugging completely.

So we don't trace him digitally.

Never gonna outsmart him online, anyway.

Ooh, that hurts my feelings.

Focus on who he is in the real world instead.

You're talking about pattern of life?

Um, what is this "pattern of life"?

Profiling technique.

We gather every detail we know about a suspect.

What he eats, what he wears,

kind of music he likes.

Especially irregularities.

Any unusual traits or habits.

Okay, where to start?

Well, you got a guy that sits

alone at home in front of a computer screen.

Weirdness comes with the territory.

We put it all into an analytical program,

and then we got a good shot at finding him.

And you actually think that'll work?

We tracked your sorry ass not too long ago.

You know, I think if you gave me a shot, we could become pals.

Really? Yeah.

We're about to find out.

Elvis, sit with Gregorio. (cell phone beeping)

Tell her everything she needs to know about Ethan.

Okay. Got the power going.

The Internet's booting back up,

so all in all, we're in business.

Good work, Sebastian.

Loretta's got something, so, Sebastian,

you're with me. Let's go.

Sorry, excuse me.

I'm gonna be honest. I'm a little afraid of you.

Just a little?

You got to learn to take a compliment.

Wait, what are all these e-mails?

Some kind of glitch or something?

Those aren't your e-mails.

That Ethan sure works fast.

Works fast at what?

At-at creating chaos.

Yo, the Internet's back up.

I know.

I just got a crazy amount of e-mails.

Yeah, me, too, and it's not good.

These are ATF files from your undercover days.

Whoa. Are you kidding me? How'd that happen?

Well, I'm assuming it's Ethan Beck

making good on his threat.

Well, you need to get rid of those.

Yeah, I'm all over it.

Hey, and you might want to do the same

with whatever's in your inbox.

Yeah.

(gasps)

Yeah, I probably should have.

Oh, boy.

What'd you get?

Just an e-mail from you to Pride

saying that you don't think I should be added to the team.

Your undercover identity was just exposed

and you're pissed about an e-mail

taken completely out of context?

Oh, by all means, give me the context.

Well, I didn't know you yet, and couldn't tell

how you would mix with the team dynamic.

I took a bullet for the team. How's that for dynamic?

And you proved yourself a hundred times since, to me.

And me to you, right?

We should probably stop reading these

before someone else gets hurt.

Well, since Sebastian's busy waging cyber-warfare,

I had another tech analyze the bullets

from Lieutenant Shaw's murder.

Well, those slugs were in fragments.

You were able to get a ballistics match?

No, something far more intriguing:

traces of ink.

Ink? What kind of ink?

Printer, pen? I mean, there's

literally hundreds of classifications.

I don't know, Sebastian, but the sample was so small,

I wouldn't want anyone to touch it, except you.

That's a good call.

Capillary electrophoresis is not for the faint of heart.

This Ethan Beck is proving to be as elusive as he is dangerous.

He threw us all for a loop.

And I've never seen Elvis afraid of anyone.

Worried Beck will come back, guns blazing.

PRIDE: It's not just guns I'm afraid of here.

WADE: A scandal then?

Like with Mayor Hamilton?

PRIDE: Well, not just him.

A lot of New Orleanians are reeling today

because of Ethan Beck.

I'm gonna go, uh, process this in my lab.

No need to wait, which should come as a relief to you,

since you won't have to worry about

my inability in the field for a while.

Okay, what was that about?

Not a clue.

(phone beeps)

Rains, it pours.

TV REPORTER: Mayor Hamilton is once again in hot water.

A sex tape featuring the mayor

and an unidentified woman has been released online...

They got videos, Dwayne.

Of me

with different women.

More staffers?

(TV turns off)

Well, that's not the point now, is it?

Why the hell is there video?

Couldn't say.

Couldn't or won't?

My e-mails are on a Federal law enforcement database.

Okay.

This day and age, that happens.

We live with it.

But the video--

well, that means that I'm...

actively under investigation, right?

I'm not investigating you, if that's your question.

Not... currently, at least.

Well, you've thrown a lot of accusations my way.

You know, the Javier Garcia case, most recently.

Garcia was murdered. You know that.

(smacks lips) But,

if there's something specific

you want to confess, I'm all ears.

(sighs) Well, Dwayne,

if this day has proven anything,

it's that everybody has a secret, even you.

And if someone were motivated to look hard enough,

who knows what they would find?

Here we go.

GREGORIO: Look, you've seen what you've seen.

You can't take it back.

That's your response?

You told Isler we were a pair of cartel imbeds.

I said it was possible!

And that we were sleeping together? Ew!

Look, you got a vibe, that's all I'm saying. Honestly?

It's kind of obvious. Have you watched yourselves?

No, but you have.

Been surveilling us for weeks, taking photos.

That's why the FBI brought me here,

to investigate you. You know that!

Yeah, but that's our personal lives.

Do you know what surveillance entails?

And I cleared you both anyways, so...

Oh, I feel so much better.

Good! 'Cause now we can talk about what I got.

What about what we...?

Enough!

You understand

this is exactly what Ethan Beck wants.

Throw us off our game, confuse us.

So he can get away. You gonna let that happen?

It's called Shadenfreude.

I'll say.

It's an algorithm I created years ago

to go after mouthy CEOs.

It culls e-mails,

looking for sensitive information about coworkers.

And I created it to expose corruption.

But Ethan has used it on you guys.

Any progress locating him?

We aggregated every detail we can find

on Ethan Beck's personal habits and idisyncrasies.

There's a lot. He's afraid of heights,

so he's not living in a high-rise.

He's also a recovering heroin addict,

a big believer in the twelve steps.

Okay, so he needs to be near meetings.

ELVIS: And then you add to that,

the paranoia that goes with the territory,

going after the very powerful.

He likes mobility,

has to be able to escape at a moment's notice.

Okay, well around here,

water's the fastest way out, so, a boat.

Okay, how do we narrow it further?

ELVIS: Pizza.

Ethan is obsessed with wood oven pizza.

And he has to have it delivered at all hours.

PRIDE: We got a hit.

Shell Beach Marina.

Gregorio, with me.

Let's move.

(seagulls cawing)

High-speed Internet satellite.

This is the place.

NCIS, hands where I can see 'em, right now.

Syringe.

Pride, you need to see this!

Suicide note.

This guy's in the middle of a crusade,

exposing people left and right

and just offs himself?

Does that seem right to you?

Nothing about this seems right.

Ethan Beck had a hundred milligrams

of nearly pure heroin in his bloodstream.

No one would have been able to inject that much.

He would have passed out before completing the dose.

This man was murdered.

Yet someone wants us to think he committed suicide.

You think he had an accomplice?

Beck may have released confidential files

and videos on the Internet,

thrown my team into disarray

by hacking our e-mails,

but breaching a federal facility?

And expertly killing four people?

Yeah, Mr. Beck was not in the pink of health.

He would have gotten winded answering the front door,

let alone storming the gates.

Well then, what?

Someone planted Ethan's DNA at our crime scene?

Set him up to take the fall?

Why go to all that trouble?

Elvis and the rest of the team

are searching through Ethan's computer right now

for the answer,

provided they aren't at each other's throats again.

Mm. Still dissention in the ranks?

Honestly, I'm surprised how little it took

to throw us off our game.

No one's off their game, Dwayne.

We're family, families bicker.

(scoffs) (door opens)

Oh, Pride, I didn't realize you were here.

I was about to call you with some information.

PRIDE: Well, here I am.

What do you got?

Well, I analyzed the ink found on the bullet

from Lieutenant Shaw's body.

Turns out,

it's tattoo ink.

Special proprietary blend called "Chimera."

Sold in limited supply and only used

by one shop in the area.

Guessing you're gonna take one of your more experienced agents

to go check it out.

And I'm guessing

your behavior right now

is about something I said in an e-mail.

Out with it!

You told the director of NCIS that I was inexperienced

and that you're unsure of my ability in the field.

That's right. Because you are inexperienced,

Sebastian. And you haven't been out in the field that much,

but you know what else I said?

I'd be willing to bet you'd make a fantastic agent

if given a chance. SEBASTIAN: Oh.

Well, I-I guess they didn't send the whole e-mail then.

Exactly.

So, now you know.

May we please go to the tattoo parlor?

Yeah.

(tattoo gun buzzing)

Chimera ink? Yeah, I think I bought some a few months ago.

Up sell it to the tourists when they want to

bring a part of New Orleans home with them.

Barely ever use it.

Can we see your supply?

(chuckling): Why?

It's in connection with an ongoing investigation.

It's somewhere in the back room, you know, I don't really have...

Oh, don't worry, I-I can go check it out.

Wait, hold on, man.

I got it organized in a very particular way, all right?

I'll just show you. Okay, all right,

look, I still have a few more questions for you first.

Sebastian, go ahead.

You ever seen this man?

SEBASTIAN: This is organized?

Oh, hey, man, I'm sorry.

I-I didn't realize you were there.

Yeah, no worries, man.

Catching some Z's, huh?

Rough night?

You could say that.

Uh, any chance that you could help me

find the Chimera?

The what now?

The ink.

Oh, right. Yeah, sure.

Chimera. Yeah.

I'll help you look. Okay.

I imagine, uh, most people get tattoos at night, huh?

It's not often you wake up first thing in the morning

and saying, "Hey, I want a naked lady riding a dragon

across my chest."

Yeah, sounds about right.

Looking for this, right?

Uh, yeah. That's great, thank you.

I'm just gonna ask you to move out of my way...

Yeah, I can't do that. Okay.

It's not really a request. See, I'm a Federal Agent.

(both grunting)

Sebastian!

You all right?

I think it was the killer.

He got a gun, he went out the back.

GREGORIO: Pulled DNA

from the tattoo parlor,

identified our suspect as Damon Yang.

He's affiliated with the Seven Eagles Triad.

They're based in Shanghai and San Francisco,

where Damon is from originally.

Looks like he's been in New Orleans the past few months.

Holing up at a tattoo shop and Triad front.

The manager of the shop's not affiliated.

Knows nothing about Seven Eagles business.

That's because there is no Seven Eagles business.

The FBI busted them last year.

Shut down their entire leadership.

Including Damon's father, Derek Yang.

PRIDE: What's the connection between Damon and Ethan Beck?

There doesn't seem to be one.

Except for the fact that he specializes in cyber crimes,

identity theft, credit card fraud.

He was prodigious.

And look at his neck tat.

438.

Triads use numeric codes to distinguish their ranks.

Mean something to you?

Well, I was looking through the Collective message boards

for other suspects.

There was someone whose handle was "438."

Thinking Damon was a Collective member, too?

Maybe he joined up to get close to Ethan Beck.

They worked together on breaching

the Federal server farm.

Then he kills Beck after the files were stolen?

What was he after?

Elvis is working on Ethan's computer,

downloading all the stolen files.

Should check with him.

Keep digging into Damon.

We find out what he was after, we find him.

And, hey.

No matter what any e-mails say,

we're a team first.

We got each other's backs, right?

Yeah. Totally.

We're good, King.

Got to work on that enthusiasm.

How you doing here, Elvis?

I'm pissed.

I mean, Ethan was a son of a bitch.

He was arrogant, he was entitled,

he thought he could start world anarchy all by himself.

But he did not deserve to die this way.

I mean, it's humiliating. Ethan made his own choices.

That's not on you. No?

When I met him,

he was a professional game tester, all right?

I'm the one that put all those ideas into his head. Okay.

Then let's find his killer.

What have you learned?

Not much.

I gave his computer a full cavity search.

I found hundreds of thousands of classified files.

But I wouldn't even know where to start.

O-Okay. Sit down, Elvis.

Let's start with, uh, Damon Yang.

Seven Eagles Triad member,

probably responsible for all five murders.

I got nothing on Damon Yang.

But there is a Derek Yang.

Damon's father.

Former Triad leader.

He was arrested and is awaiting trial.

Yes, he was arrested.

But there was no trial, Dwayne.

These are different files that I'm looking at.

Triple encrypted, super secure.

Of course Ethan broke the code.

That's probably why Damon needed him.

What do the files say?

It says that, uh, Derek had ties

to some pretty nasty radical groups in Central Asia.

So the CIA decided that he could be a valuable asset.

And they whisked him out of the country before the indictment.

Extraordinary Rendition.

Does it say where he was taken?

No, it's a black site.

But they do give the name of the clandestine operative

that interrogated him.

PRIDE: Jordan Harper.

Yeah, and he lives in a cabin

in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana.

Damon's going after Harper to find his father.

Right, and he's got a head start on you, so you better hurry.

Harper's still not answering his phone.

Any word from the state troopers we sent to check up on him?

They aren't picking up, either.

This isn't good.

Damon Yang could be there already.

PRIDE: But Damon needs Harper alive

to tell him where his father is.

So it gives us a fighting chance.

Cabin's 50 minutes up this road.

We're running out of time.

Yeah, but if we take the ATV through the woods,

we'll be there in less than 30. Let's do it.

You're good to go. (engine starts)

(engine revs)

Let's roll.

LASALLE: Two dead, troopers.

I see Harper. No sign of Damon.

Well, he's got to be here somewhere.

Let's move.

(Lasalle grunts)

Damon Yang!

NCIS! You got nowhere to run!

Then I guess we'll all die here together!

Damon, listen,

we all want to end this peacefully.

Look, no one has to get hurt. Just put down your weapon,

and let us have Harper.

You want him? Come and get him.

Where you guys at? Ten minutes out. What's up?

We're pinned down and we're taking fire.

Damon's got Harper barricaded in the cabin.

We need a way in. SEBASTIAN: That cabin is a survivalist's dream house.

Walls are fortified, electricity and security system run on

their own dedicated network off the grid.

I mean, if he doesn't want you in, you're not getting in.

Maybe, but maybe not. Give me something, guys!

I'm say we do to that cabin what Ethan Beck did to us.

You're gonna hack the system?

I'm setting up a virus to infect the cabin's dedicated network.

That should give you guys about 90 seconds

before the system reboots.

Whatever you do, do it fast.

Man, it's like watching da Vinci. Again, creepy.

Last chance to tell me

where they're keeping my father.

ELVIS: Okay, guys.

Here goes nothing.

(gasps)

LASALLE: You stay with Harper! I'm getting Damon!

(panting)

Put the weapon down now!

LASALLE: No where to go, Damon.

We got you covered!

HAMILTON: Honestly, there are no excuses.

I made some bad choices.

And I'm not proud of them.

Look, Amy, I'm human.

Flawed like anyone.

But you know what else I am? Grateful.

That I was able to provide valuable assistance to NCIS

and put an end to this madness

before anyone else got hurt.

(TV turns off)

Oh, Hamilton the hero.

What a snake.

He's gonna walk away from this whole thing unscathed.

You think so?

Ooh, I know that tone, Dwayne.

You've gone a few rounds with the mayor,

haven't you? (soft chuckle)

And I have a few more rounds left to go.

Well, brother,

if the time ever comes,

I'd love to help you take that creep down a notch or three.

Until then, I'm out of here.

Leaving without a good-bye drink?

Oh, I raided your cabinet when I was planning my exit.

What? At least come down (laughs)

to the bar, all right? Celebrate with the team.

Come on. Team? Team is your thing, my friend.

My thing is different.

By the way, I'm sending your people a little something

to remember me by.

Well, that sounds ominous.

Nah.

It's just my way of saying thank you.

Stay frosty, my friend.

*

* Yeah, on what you're starting to doubt *

* So you could give me all you got *

* You could throw it all at me *

* Never, ever, ever gonna stop till I'm free *

* I'm sticking to my guns

* Till my work is done

(whoops) What's up, party people?

Who's ready to celebrate my first case as an agent, huh?

* Till my work is done

Yeah, it's gonna be a... gonna be a crazy night.

(phones chime)

Not again.

Why are we still getting e-mails?

This case is over.

Yeah, we've already been through this.

We've apologized to each other ad nauseam.

Look, the best solution is for us all to agree

to erase them all

without looking at them.

SEBASTIAN: I think that's a great idea. Okay.

GREGORIO: Oh, wait.

These are different.

Oh, yeah, these are nice.

Gregorio, that's so sweet.

You think you can learn a lot from me?

Don't go getting mushy on me, okay?

(Sonja chuckles)

I'm guessing you receieved Elvis' good-bye present.

He must've reverse engineered the schadenfreude algorithm

to only search out the good things

we wrote about each other.

Which I am sure far outnumbered the bad.

PRIDE: All right.

Let's get down to business.

Here's to Sebastian

for getting through your first case

with minimal injuries.

Well done, dear. To Sebastian!

(laughter)

* Till my work is done.

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