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Are you ready
for French Montana?

Make some noise![cheering]

♪ All night getting shmizzed,
all night getting high ♪

♪ Held to the ear,
to the, to the, to the what ♪

♪ Now slide, now slide CROWD: Slide! Slide!

♪ Now slide Slide!

♪ All night getting shmizzed,
all night getting high ♪

♪ Held to the ear,
to the ear, to the what ♪

♪ Now slide, now slide... Slide! Slide!

Yo, this place
is off the chain!

How did you get us in here?Hey, it's nothing

Mr. Franklin and his friends
can't handle.

[whooping]I'll drink to that.

No!
Something special's coming.

You got champagne for the table?

[laughing]
No.

I got champagne
for the whole club, baby!

[whooping]Must have cost a fortune.

I mean, what's the point
of having all this money

if I can't share it
with my best friends?

You're insane, Tyrone!

I'll drink to that.No, we'll all drink to that.

[all laughing,
cell phone beeping]

Hey, I'll-I'll be right back.

But we got to toast you.

Bro.

What...
Cheers.

All right.
Oh, my God.

Whoo! Okay.

♪ All night getting shmizzed

All night!♪ All night getting high

♪ Held to the ear,
to the, to the, to the what ♪

♪ Now slide, now slide. Slide! Slide!

[cheering]

Give it up to my DJ,
DJ Duffey, one time!

CROWD:
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

♪ Iced out, no ♪ No stylist

♪ Louboutin, Jimmy Choo,
that's on you, ha ♪

♪ Diamonds on my neck,
frozen tears ♪

♪ Hoppin' out the jet, Lear ♪ What'd you say?♪

♪ Bad ... gettin'...

Gentlemen, last call.

Uh-uh. We're good.

Whoa.

[laughs]How many zeroes is that?

How would you like
to handle this?

Our friend's paying for it.

And where would he be?

Tyrone!

Tyrone!
Tyrone!

Tyrone!

♪ She said,
"I ain't got no heart" ♪

♪ Find it.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ How, how, how, how

♪ Hey, hey

♪ You gotta come on.

Knock, knock.

I've got gifts.Loretta, you read my mind.

I also brought the
files you requested.

Thank you.Mm-hmm.

No, no. Not on top there.

There we go.Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Well, I see your
organizational skills

continue to be, uh, unique.

Well, there is a method...
[chuckles] to the madness.

Well, I'll take
your word for it.

I appreciate you
bringing these to me.

Mm. You're wrapping up
the semi-annual review

a little early.

Well, there's a method
to that madness, too.

Laurel has a solo recital
this weekend,

and I'm heading
to New York tonight.

She must be thrilled.

She's more on the, uh,

skeptical range
of the spectrum.

I've missed my share
of events in her life.

It hasn't gone unnoticed
by her or her mother.

Linda will be there?

Linda's always there. [chuckles]

Well, she's a good mom, Dwayne.Yeah.

And you're a good father.

I am.

But I've spent
a lot of years

focused on the work.

Putting everything else second.
And then...

You faced death,
and it changed you.

Well, I'm trying to live up
to those changes.

Organize more work/life balance.

You have unique
organizational skills,

but you always find a way.

[chuckling]: Yeah.[cell phone beeps]

Ah, speaking of work,

I've got a victim.

Oh. Navy?

I'm afraid so.

Eye on the prize, Dwayne.

You've got a recital
to attend.

[chuckles]

GREGORIO:
Tyrone Gibson,

30-year-old
Navy recruiter.

Body was found in the alley
of the Versailles Club

last night when the porter
was taking out the trash.

Looking at a robbery?Considering he had

12K in his pocket,
I'd say no.

That's a lot of cash
for an enlisted man.

Yeah.

Yeah, nice suit, too.

It's custom-made,
hand-tailored.

What was the cause of death?

Gunshot wound
to the chest,

and based on stippling
and muzzle imprint,

I'd say at very close range.

I see some defensive wounds
here, too.

Well, he fought his attackers
and lost.

Well, hopefully the suspect
left some DNA.

Let you know when I do.

Any witnesses?

Whole club full.

Lasalle and Sebastian just
took their statements.

I'll check in with NOPD.Okay.

Tyrone Gibson took 20
of his best friends

for the night out
on the town.

Yeah, picked them up in
a limo, then they went

to Commander's Palace
for dinner,

then came here
for the full VIP experience.

Oh? What was the occasion?

Tyrone won the lottery
last week.

$100,000 jackpot.

Wanted to share the wealth.

Which, according to his
friends, was not uncommon.

All right, he was generous to
friends and strangers alike.

What was he doing
before he died?

Well, he got a bunch of texts
from an unknown number

demanding to see him
immediately.

He told them to come
to the club.

Yeah, and his crew said
that Tyrone met a woman

at the front entrance,
left with her,

and that was the last time

anyone saw him here
around midnight.

We get a description
on this woman?

I mean, these guys were drunk,
the club was crowded.

The most consistent detail
we got was, what, dark hair.

And she wasn't dressed for the
night out-- jeans and a hoodie.

We need to track this
woman down. Grab that footage.

Find out who she is and how
she's connected to Tyrone.

You got it.

LASALLE:
Spoke to Tyrone Gibson's

C.O. and colleagues.

On all accounts,
he was a saint.

Top recruiter
six months running.

Spent his weekends volunteering
at a criminal diversion program

helping young offenders
turn their lives around.

[scoffs]
All I do on the weekends
is play video games.

Hey, not only that. Aside from
the suit and the night out,

his buddies say
Tyrone was going

to donate the rest
of his winnings to charity.

Now he ends up dead.
That's the lottery for you.

Come into some unexpected cash,

and your whole life
goes to crap.

I don't know about that.

No, it's a statistical fact.

70% of winners lose
everything within ten years.

The whole system
should be abolished.

You do have to be
smart about it,

strategize a plan of action.

Yeah, well, you may feel
differently after you see this.

Check this out.
[clears throat]

That is Tyrone and our
person of interest.

And she is not happy with him.

Okay, where are
they going?

Well, that's our only angle
outside the club.

But then, a few moments later...

That is as close to a
smoking gun as you're gonna get.

Yeah, but we don't
have an I.D. on her,

and no clue
where she went.

No, not yet,
but check this out.

So, she flees to the street.

I was able to pull up
some traffic cam footage.

LASALLE:
There's our suspect.

Yeah, and there...

is our gun and our helping hand.
Pun intended.

You think you can
pull a print?Yeah, I'm feeling lucky.

I'll get Gregorio,
go check it out.Awesome.

GREGORIO:
This is Wendy Cotts,
23 years old.

Already sporting
quite a résumé.

Yeah, she dropped out of MIT
a few years ago

with a perfect GPA
to go follow her bliss,

which, in this case, seems
to be a life of cybercrime.

GREGORIO:
At 19, she was convicted

here in New Orleans of identity
theft and credit card fraud.

SEBASTIAN:
Yeah, sentence suspended,
but by 20,

she went federal
with an elaborate phishing scam.

She serve any time?

Hey. What's the
big boss doing here?

Uh, I don't mean to interrupt.
Thanks, Roy.

Just, uh, wrapped up my case
review, returning these files,

and I'm off to the airport.
Act like I'm not here.

Okay, so, Wendy avoided prison

by enrolling
in a criminal diversion program

taught by none other than...HANNAH: Let me guess.
Tyrone Gibson.

Bingo.So you're thinking she found out
that he won the lottery

and tried to hold him up
for the winnings?

Well, it doesn't sound
like her M.O., does it?

I mean, she's a hacker and
online confidence woman,

not a violent felon.

You want to join us?No. No, I'm good.

Continue.

Well, I agree with Pride.
It just doesn't add up.

We got her running from the
scene of the crime with a gun.

Does ballistics connect it
to the murder?

Well, Wade's still finishing her
autopsy, so too soon to tell.

We also have angry texts between
Tyrone and a burner phone

we assume is Wendy.

She was demanding
to meet with him last night.

Sounds like she followed through
on her demands,

'cause a few minutes later,
Tyrone was dead.

Sounds to me like
what you need to do right now

is to find this woman.[closes drawer]

I'm just saying.

All right, well,

according to her records,
she's had about

five different addresses
in the last few months,

all of them
in the New Orleans area.

Now, the thing that I...

[computer trilling]What's happening?

The addresses being deleted?

Yeah, it's not just
the addresses.

It's her DMV files,
her arrest records, everything.

Somebody's attacking our system

and erasing every trace
of Wendy Cotts.

What? How?

SEBASTIAN:
I'm running a root
diagnostic right now.

Everyone, um, turn off your
computers right now, okay?

Otherwise, we're
gonna lose everything.

Can you stop this, Sebastian?I'm not sure that I can.

Might be able to track
who's doing it to us,

get answers from them.Hack like this could be

coming from anywhere
around the world, right?

Ah, this one's close to home.
The attacker used a...

a back door to get in,
almost like they had a key.

What makes you think
they're coming from nearby?

Because they're using
our Wi-Fi network to do it.

It means they're within a
block of the squad room.

Okay. Divide and conquer.

GREGORIO:
Way ahead of you.PRIDE: No. Hold up.

Van.

[whispers]:
Go.

Hold.

Federal agents!
Open the door slow!

Out of the vehicle now!

Hands where we can see them!

[van doors creaking]

Elvis.

Sorry, Dwayne.

This is not what it looks like.

Yeah, well, it looks
like you hacked

into the NCIS network
and sabotaged us.

Okay, it is what it looks like,
but I can explain.

You guys know this guy?Unfortunately.

Yes.
Elvis Bertrand,

at your service.I'm good.

We have, uh, history.

Yeah, I've saved
his ass many times.

You've saved myass?

I'm like the fifth Beatle.GREGORIO: Yeah.

Why is the fifth Beatle
sabotaging

a secure government network?Sorry about that.

You guys were looking
for Wendy Cotts,

and I cannot
let you find her.

I'm sure you got
an excellent explanation

for obstructing us from going
after our murder suspect.

I think it's
a pretty damn good one.

Wendy's my daughter, Dwayne.

You want to explain how you
broke into our computer network?

Mm. Last time I
worked with you,

I got pretty intimate
with the system here.

Built myself a back door
for a rainy day.

Just seemed
easier that way.

Just a felony that way, too.

You should thank me for finding
weaknesses in your security.

Which you're gonna fix.

Yeah, D., I am.

But I'm gonna help
my daughter first.

Yeah, how exactly
is Wendy Cotts your daughter?

Well, Sebastian,
when a man and a woman

really love each other...

Don't.

Although, you know,
technically, in this case,

there was no woman.

Technically, that's impossible.

You know, my lifestyle
was not conducive

to settling down,

and you don't want to
shuffle off this mortal coil

without leaving a legacy.

I made a sperm donation,
and Wendy's the result of that.

Oh, okay, so she's not
really your daughter.

I'm gonna ignore
your microaggression

about my alternative parenting.

I wasn't there the first
22 years of her life...

Which is the definition
of parenting.

However, we share 50%
of our DNA.

How can you be sure
that she's innocent

if you don't even know her?

I'm sure, and I do know her.

Okay, I got curious
a few years ago,

and I tracked her down.
All right?

And she wanted nothing
to do with me,

but I've kept tabs on her
digitally ever since.

And I look out for her.

Which is the definition
of stalking.

PRIDE: Okay.
All right. Hey, Elvis.
You.

Yeah.You. What did I do to you?

Come here, come here.

When was the last
time you saw Wendy?

[sighs] Three years ago
was the first time,

the last time and the only time.

Elvis, what the...

Wendy's had some issues.She's a convicted hacker.

That was a youthful
indiscretion,

but she's turned
her life around.

Bottom line,

Bertrands aren't killers.

We have evidence
that says otherwise.

Do you have any idea
where she could be?

No idea. Hand to God.Elvis.

You want us to help
your daughter or not?

Yes.

Then you got to start
telling the truth.

Then you got to
look out for her.

Okay.

Wendy moves around a lot,

but lately she's been crashing
at a friend's house.

Bobbi Quells.Send me the address.

Sebastian and I will
meet Lasalle there.Whoa.

Don't you have
a flight to catch?

Yeah, well, it's gonna
have to wait,

and, Gregorio, you need
to keep an eye on Elvis.

Yeah, keep an eye on him.

ELVIS:
Hey.

Let's order tacos.

I'm just postponing
for 24 hours.

I'm gonna be
at the recital.

[car lock chirps]

No, nothing will stop me,
I promise, Laurel.

Okay? Ok...

Yeah, I love you.

She's not buying it, is she?

She's convinced
I'm gonna cancel.

You should just get
on that flight tonight.

We can handle the case.

Not the case I'm worried about;
it's Elvis.

I'm the only one he trusts,
possibly in the world.

Well, let's find
this Wendy Cotts,

get this over with quick,
get you to New York.

NCIS.

Drawers are empty,

no suitcases,
and the coffee pot is still hot.

Whoever was here fled quickly.

What do we know about
Wendy's friend Bobbi Quells?

Looks like they were
more than friends.

Found these
on the side table.

Okay, so they were close.

Means they could've
run off together.

Bobbi a hacker, too?

Hannah did a background check.
Bobbi develops gaming apps.

Runs her own
business.

Well, that would explain
the commercial cables here.

And the Internet
connection, too.

I mean, all this stuff
is top of the line.Anything useful?

Running some kind
of a code here.

But this-this isn't
for gaming software.

This is some kind of
a-a predictive algorithm.

PRIDE: Predicting what?It's randomly
generating numbers,

and then it's spitting them
back out in groupings of six.

It's using a lot of power
to do it, too.

What's it mean?

Think I may know.
I found these

in the trashcan.

Hundreds of lottery tickets.

All from last week's drawing,
the one that Tyrone Gibson won.

I'll be damned.

Wendy found a way
to rig the lottery.

GREGORIO:
How's that even possible?

Lottery numbers are drawn
completely randomly.

Well, there's no such thing
as completely random.

I mean, the closest that humans
and computers have gotten to

is pseudorandom, but even
that's not really random.

What's pseudorandom?

Uh, well, most of today's
lotteries use software

running mathematical equations
to approximate random sequences.

Meaning someone
can predict them?

ELVIS:
All you need is

the seed number
that the lottery starts with,

which is hackable.

Yeah, no,
still don't understand.

All right, look, all you
got to know is that,

with the right algorithm
and a big enough computer,

you can reduce the odds
from one in, say, 300 million

to one in 500. Then you go out,
you buy 500 lottery tickets,

one of them's a winner.
That's what Wendy's been doing.

Yeah, and I couldn't be prouder.

I'm bursting over here.Yeah, don't be too proud.

Wendy's defrauding the system
to get rich.

Okay, she's still
a murder suspect.

Actually, I'm not sure
if that's true.
No.

I mean, yeah, she's
a murder suspect.No. Buddy.

But I don't know
if she's trying to get rich.

So, we've been scanning
these hard drives.

Found the last four
seed numbers that Wendy input.

They coincide with
the winning numbers

from some recent jackpots.

Single mother
social worker,

old lady in
assisted living,

a parish priest,
and Tyrone.

Wendy's not making money at all.

Wow, she is Robin Hood.

She's getting
the winning numbers,

then she's giving them
to needy folks.

Who needs MIT
when you got brains

and a heart
like that kid?

Or she could be taking
her new toy out for a test run.

I mean, all these jackpots
are $100,000 or less.

Could be waiting
for a big score.

Wendy's not a crook!

Whether or not
she's making money,

this is still a crime, Elvis,
and Tyrone's dead because of it.

Yeah, maybe he
figured out what she

was up to, tried to stop her.

Then she corners him
in the middle of

the street and pumps him
full of lead?

Then ran off with
her girlfriend. Yes.

Okay, that's what it looks like.

PRIDE:
Loretta finished
her autopsy.

I'm gonna see
what she found.

Dwayne.

I'm going with you.Yeah, well, getting
autopsy results

is part of the official
investigation.

For the official
investigators.
Right.

Which you are not.

Hear me out, D. Listen.
I won't get in the way.

I won't be any trouble.

She's my only daughter.

Just say yes already.

I can't stand these
puppy dog eyes. Please.

Let's go.Okay.

Thanks for letting me
tag along.

I know you're
worried about Wendy.

But you're just
here to observe.

Let me sort it out.Yeah.

Hey, enough about me
and my problems.

Let's talk about you, D.

How you been
since you were shot?

I'm doing okay, Elvis.

You sure? No more
of those wacky visions?

How could you
possibly know...?

Are you insinuating
that I accessed

your personal e-mail
and your medical records

just to keep tabs on you?Did you?

If I did, it's because I care.

My therapist says that hacking
is my love language.

Some people just
pick up the phone.

Wendy was the same way
when she found out

that I was brute-forcing
her computer.

Oh, my gosh.
She went ballistic.

And we're done
talking about me.

I don't know, man.

Oh, God. I don't know
what I'm doing.

I-I, you know, I'm trying
to look out for that girl.

I'm trying
to protect that girl.

Trying to make up
for all this lost time.

Yeah, that's not
how it works, Elvis.

You got to give
kids space.

Let them come to you.

Listen to what
they have to say.

Well, you can pull that off

because, let's be honest,
you're dad of the year.

I've had my wins and
plenty of losses.

Now, come on.
Hey.

I know you're sacrificing time
with Laurel to help me out,

and I will never forget it.

Okay.

Let's see what
Loretta found.

The slug we pulled from Tyrone

came back a .38-caliber
Smith & Wesson.

Which would match the
weapon Wendy was holding

when she fled the scene.

I'm not buying it.

And, unfortunately,
there's more.

DNA from Tyrone's fingernails
is also a match to Wendy Cotts.

ELVIS:
No way.

It's got to be a mistake.

Don't tend to make those.ELVIS:
Listen,

I'm telling you,
I know Wendy.

I don't... I don't
knowknow her,

but I know enough
about her, okay?

She's into social justice.

She looks out for
the little guy.

She's a vegetarian,
for God's sakes!

She also stole $200,000
from the state lottery

and ran from Tyrone's
crime scene

with the murder weapon
in her hand.

[computer chiming]

Sebastian, what
do you have?

I got a bead
on Wendy's location.

While we were trying
to track her down,

I saw that she went
online again.

What's she doing?

Uh, she's accessing
her algorithm.

She's using a lot of power
to do it, too.

She needs
a gigabit pro fiber line

to make the thing work.

Were you able
to trace her signal?

Of course he can't.

She'll cover her tracks.SEBASTIAN: Yeah, but I am able

to trace her power signal.

Now, there's only a handful
of places

in New Orleans
with the necessary bandwidth

available to the public,
and only one of them

was cofounded
by Wendy's girlfriend.

What is Zerses Den?

LASALLE:
It's a gaming club.

You pay a monthly fee,

and you can play
until your heart's content.

Well, can't you do
that at home for free?

Well, according to Sebastian,

it's a geek's way
of meeting people.

Hooking up.
Mm.

♪

LASALLE:
Yeah. It seems, uh...

real social.

Eyes peeled for Wendy and Bobbi.

Got it.

Wendy Cotts?

You're a cop?NCIS.

I need you to put your hands
where I can see them.

I didn't kill Tyrone.That's okay.

We'll talk about it
when you come in.

WENDY:
Like I haven't
heard that before.

You've already decided
that I'm guilty.

I don't operate like that.

That's how all cops operate.

I get it. You're scared.
But we can help you.

"We"?

There's a lot of people
who are worried about you.

Now show me your hands,
and we'll fix all of this.

Why should I trust you?

Because your dad would kill me
if anything happened to you.

My dad? I don't
have a dad, lady.

Just an obnoxious sperm donor

who won't leave me alone
and clearly is a rat, too.

HANNAH:
Gregorio, gun.Don't move.

She's got something
else in her hand.

Just let me explain.GREGORIO:
Empty your hands first.

Explain after.

Afraid that's not gonna happen.No!

[patrons groaning, murmuring]

Wendy's gone.

[sighs]

I can't believe
you let her get away.

We're never gonna find her now.

Whoa, we didn't let
anything, okay?

She pulled
the same trick on us

you pulled on us
three years ago.Yeah, she did.

Yeah. And I'm tickled
pink about it.

But you should have
known better.

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice...

Go ahead, say it.
Finish the sentence.

I thought you guys were pros.Elvis.

Dwayne.Take ten.

Go get yourself
some coffee.

Decaf.

He's right. It's not gonna be
easy to track her down again.

I don't think
we're gonna have to.

Think she's gonna come to us.

Why would she do that?

Last night's winning lotto draw.

Quarter of a million dollars.Wendy used her algorithm

to predict the winning numbers?SEBASTIAN:
Yeah.

And any ticket
that's worth over $600

has to be redeemed
at the redemption office.

There's only one of those
in New Orleans.

HANNAH:
Okay, comms check.Check.

And while we're checking,
I'd like to go on record

praising the civility
of this stakeout.

The sun is out, and
the coffee's strong.

HANNAH:
All right.

Levels are good.
Duly noted, Gregorio.

Oh, look alive.

Bogey at one o'clock.

Oh, I got eyes on her.

HANNAH:
Okay, let's go nice and easy.

We don't want
to spook her this time.Right.

All right, you got it.

Wendy!She's running!

[tires screeching,
horns honking]

Let me go!
GREGORIO:
You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.Let me go! Let me go!

We got one problem.

This is not Wendy Cotts.

I don't know where Wendy is.

[scoffs] Come on,
she was your girlfriend.

You were living together.

She was crashing
at my place.

That's all that was.

Liar, liar.
She is lying.

All right, Pride said
that you could observe,

so let's...
you know, let's observe.

She was using your computer
to operate an algorithm

predicting winning
lotto numbers.

LASALLE:
Like the numbers
on this ticket

you were trying to cash in

for $250,000.

HANNAH:
We know you were
with Wendy.

We know she was gaming
for big bucks.

And Tyrone Gibson was
shot to death because of it.

And you could be next
if you don't talk to us.

The lottery thing was all Wendy.

[pounding on glass]

You're setting my daughter up.
You hear me?

You're setting her up. Hey, hey!Hey, all right.

Listen. Now, listen, man.What are you gonna do about it?

Just back away
from the mirror, okay?

Old pipes. Keep going.

Wendy thought the lottery
was a scam.

Tax on the poor.

She said
she could fix it.

Sounded crazy to me, but then
I realized it was for real.

She could make it work.

She wanted
to rig the system

so that deserving people
would win, like Tyrone?

Guy was a mentor
to troubled kids.

Helped Wendy straighten out.

Least she could do
was give back.

She was angry with him
the night he died.

'Cause he broke the rules.

Don't spend crazy,
don't draw attention.

He got excited
with all that cash.

Is that why Tyrone ended up
with a bullet in his chest?

Bullet's because of me.

Uh, my club's failing.

Overhead is ridiculous.

I needed money to
keep it running.

No bank would help.

You went to the street?

Loan shark named Ace Rogers.

Needed 50K to
pay the bills.

I was sure it would
all turn around.

It didn't.

He called in the chit?

He was gonna take my club,
hurt me.

I was scared, so I told him
about the lotto hack.

Needed to prove to him
that I was good for the money.

Said Wendy would
make sure I'd win.

But Ace wanted more.

He wanted to be part
of the scheme.

Why settle for a golden egg when
you get to have the whole goose?

You told Wendy?

She was pissed.

Refused to help Ace.

He went after her
to change her mind.

Tyrone got in the way.

Where's Wendy now?

I don't know.

She said she'd give me
that ticket

to clear my debt, help me run...

then broke up with me.

If you find her...

...tell her I'm sorry.

[crying]

I'm not one to say

I told you so,
but I did tell you so.

My daughter is innocent.Ah, that's a strong
term for what she is,

but she's not a murderer.

It's time to call off
the dogs, D.

The manhunt for Wendy is over.

She's not
a suspect anymore,

but she is a target.

Ace Rogers is after her, and
he's already killed one person.

She's my daughter.

If she wants to stay gone,
you'll never find her.

Well, we need to find
Ace Rogers, then.

[clicks tongue]
Hey, King.

I remember Ace
from my NOPD days.

Yeah.
He runs his outfit

in a Chinese restaurant
on Magazine.

Gear up. Let's go.

Okay.

No, Elvis.
Nothing to hear.Hear me out.

You're worried
about Wendy. I get it.Yeah.

But this is police work.

All right? We will handle it,
and we will take Ace down.

[sighs]

I got visual on Ace
and about three others, Dwayne.

They're armed.

I'll call NOPD for backup.

We run this smooth.

No complications.

SEBASTIAN:
Uh, boss, we may have
one complication.

Wendy's heading
into the lion's den.

PRIDE:
Well, stop her
before she gets there.

Uh, we can't.

She's already in.

We move in now,
it could be a hostage situation.

Yeah, we don't, could
be a murder scene.

We need ears inside.

SEBASTIAN:
I might be able to help.

Ace, uh, upgraded
the restaurant recently.

Everything's wired now.
That means

Wi-Fi controls the temperature,
the security,

even the entertainment system.
I might be able to hack in,

and we can hear
everything inside.

All right, go.
Well, get to it, Sebastian.Uh, yeah.

[laughs]: What is it I always
say about people, Little Rick?

That they never cease to amaze.

They never do.

After our disagreement
last night,

you got chutzpah
walking into my joint.

I'm here to talk business.

50 million?

Tonight's Mammoth-Money drawing.

I'm gonna help you win.

LASALLE:
Y'all hearing all this?

Yeah, we're hearing it,
Christopher.

Wendy's making a deal.

Ace killed Tyrone,
tried to kill Bobbi.

Why is she dealing with him?

She might think
it's her only way out.

ACE:
Want to give me
the winning ticket

out of the kindness
of your heart?

No, out of a sense
of self-preservation,

so you don't kill
any more of my friends?

What happened to your knight
in shining armor was his fault.

Maybe. But it was your gun.

What are you trying
to do here?

Buy my freedom.

You're not selling? I'll leave.No, no, hold.

You're not going anywhere

until you tell me
how you gonna make me rich.

It's all in this computer.

But first,

you have to promise
you won't shoot me

like you did Tyrone.

She's not trying to make a deal.

She's trying to get
a confession.

Yeah, if Ace figures that out,
he's gonna kill her.

We got to go in there.

He's right. We got to stop this.

You show me,
then we'll see what happens.

ELVIS:
She won't be able to show you.

Elvis.

Who are you?
How'd you get in here?

Picked the lock
on the service entrance.

I'm the guy that
invented that algorithm.

That is not true.

Hush, sweetie.
Let your dad talk.

Oh, what, you brought
your daddy with you?

He's not my dad.

We need to get in there
before they both get killed.

Lasalle, Sebastian,
you got the back.

Let's go.

She's a good kid.
She's a little mixed up.

But she took my algorithm

out for a spin
without my permission.

What are you doing?I'm the only one
that can handle it.

Hey, quiet! I got to figure out
which of you I believe

and which one I'm gonna shoot.

This was your big plan?

[whispers]:
No, I'm stalling.

What do you want? What...NCIS! Nobody move!

Get down!

Come on.

Come out, nice and slow!

You all right?

I'm fine.

Okay.

You all right? Everybody?Yeah.

Yeah, King,
but we got a problem.

Ace is gone.

And he took Elvis with him.

PRIDE:
Ace Rogers kidnapped
your father...

He's not my father.

...and is gonna try
to use him to rig

today's $50 million lottery.

And then he'll
probably kill him.

Elvis shouldn't have
gone in the restaurant.

I was recording the whole
thing on my laptop.

I had it handled.

Trying to get Ace
to confess to murder--

not much of a plan.

But it would've worked.

Elvis was trying
to save you.

If he hadn't,
you would be the kidnap victim.

Do you know how I met Elvis?

He shows up at MIT my freshman
year and announces he's my dad.

Not only that, but he tells
me he rigged admissions

to make sure
I got in on a full ride.

[sighs]That why you dropped out?

I do something,
it's on my terms.

You're acting tough,
but we know you're not.

You gave those lottery tickets

to those who you thought
were more deserving.

Yeah, that's because I do
my own thing.

Do your own thing, huh?

How'd that work out
for Tyrone Gibson?

Tyrone was trying
to save me, too.

Because Ace
came looking for you?

Followed me
to the club.

Pulled a gun. Tyrone pushed him
out of the way,

fought Ace, and...

gun went off.

How'd it end up in your hand?

I grabbed it after Tyrone
struggled with Ace.

And I ran.

No more running.

It's time to face
what's going on.

We need to find Ace and Elvis.

You're all we got.

Elvis will hack the lottery,
get their seed number,

and use the laptop
for today's drawing.

And once he does?

They'll have to buy tickets.

At least 500 to make it work.

Any way to figure out
where they're buying 'em?

Yeah.

But I'm gonna need to break
a few more laws to do it.

[scoffs]

We're gonna hack into
the lottery's system

to figure out
their seed number.

Yeah. Then we're gonna
identify the stores

where blocks of tickets with
those numbers are being sold.

They'll have to hit
multiple locations

to purchase the tickets.

Can't buy that many in one spot.

Too suspicious.

Exactly.Talking about six states.

Louisiana's out, since
Ace is a wanted man.

Yeah, and they're gonna need
a redemption center nearby

for when the drawing is over.

Alabama and
Mississippi,

they don't have games.
So that leaves

Florida as the closest.
That's three hours away.

Let's get to it.

Want me to walk you
through the process here?

Uh, yeah, you know,
I haven't committed a felony

in a couple months,
so I'm just gonna

let you do it.

Here.

Hey, I'll let Pride know to
start heading towards Florida.

All right. It's gonna take us
a while to figure out

where these tickets
are being sold.Okay, well, move fast.

Once Rogers has the money,
Elvis is no use to him.

Okay. I got

the seed number.

Now I'm zeroing in
on block sales.

Wow, you really are a chip
off the old block, aren't you?

ATTENDANT:
Pretty busy here
on jackpot day.

Anyone come in here
and buy more

than normal amount
of tickets?What's normal?

We get all types.

Stop there.

That's who
we're looking for.

Oh, yeah. That guy.

Bought 100 tickets.
Very specific numbers.

Had me type 'em in.

PRIDE:
Keep going.

Freeze it.

GREGORIO:
What's Elvis doing?

Spends $200 on lotto,

steals a 99-cent bag
of jelly beans?

I think he did more than that.

What's it say, King?

Jackson D.

What's that supposed to be?

I think it's a clue.

Thank you.

Okay, but what does
"Jackson D" mean?

PRIDE:
Well, whatever it is,
it's the one hint

that Elvis left
so we can track him.

So, is it a place, a name,
some kind of code?

How about all three?

PRIDE:
You found something, Sebastian?

Yeah, so I was looking

through Ace's ledger
from the Chinese restaurant

where he kept
all his open debts.

And I use that term loosely,
'cause this is just

full of bad accounting,
bad penmanship. I mean, these...

columns don't even
balance out. Huh?

Okay. Well, Elvis basically
has an hour left to live.

Get to the point,
Sebastian.
So...

Yeah.
Got it. Okay.

Well, there's
an entry here for

a Jackson D.

And it looks like he owes
about 200k in gambling debts,

and according to this,
he's somewhere near Pensacola.

Yeah, so I looked up the name.
There's a Dirk Jackson

who lives in Gulfport,
Mississippi.

Right, well,
that's not Florida, Sebastian.

Right, but this Dirk Jackson

also owns a sugar refinery
in Pensacola

and loves betting on basketball.

PRIDE:
Right, well, look, it's
the best lead we're gonna get.

Send us the address.

Man, this place is charming.

You know, with a paint job

and an industrial
cleaning crew,

tell you what...Will you please
shut up?

Sorry.

I'm a nervous talker.
Always have been.

Listen, we haven't
discussed my fee yet.

Your fee is
you keep breathing if I win.

You know what happens if I lose.

Trust me, one of those tickets
is worth millions.

All I got to do
is cash it in, right?

Simple as that.
Your debt is cleared,

you get to keep
your family business.

ELVIS: Yeah.DIRK: Guess this is
my lucky day, then, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, want a bean? No?

Where can we watch
the drawing?

Take you to my office.

This is the car
Rogers was driving.

I saw it on the gas
station security feed.

Means Elvis must be close.

Lottery results
are announced at 6:00.

We got to move fast.

GREGORIO:
Are you kidding?

This place is bigger
than Grand Central.

LASALLE:
Only the three of us, King.

Could take hours
to find them.

And we got less than four
minutes to save Elvis's life.

[machinery whirring]

♪

We're gonna have to split up,
or we'll never find them.

I'll take the far side.Okay, Christopher,

just remember,

only shoot if you
have to, all right?

'Cause sugar's flammable.Might as well be

hunting this jerk
in a fireworks factory.

LOTTERY HOST:
Get those tickets handy,

because here comes tonight's
winning numbers

for the Mammoth-Money Lotto.

This is actually the...

Come on, lady, enough foreplay.
Get to the numbers.

You know, I-I may have
overdone it on the candy.

You got a restroom nearby?

You're staying
exactly where you are.

You don't understand--
when you're my age,

when you got to go,
you got to go... You're right.

I'll hold it in.LOTTERY HOST:
All right, I won't keep you

in suspense any longer.All right, here we go.

For the $50 million jackpot,
here are your numbers.

Four.

11.

52.

61.

♪

Come on, quit screwing
around and finish!

Watch where you're waving
that thing, buddy.

LOTTERY HOST:
Well, they say waiting's
the best part, right?

Just kidding. [laughs]

All right. The final number

in the Mammoth-Money

$50 million jackpot is...

96.

Holy crap, it worked.

I mean, of course it worked.

Yes! Yes.

This is amazing.

I got to hand it to you.

You know,
I thought this was a scam,

but you and your daughter,
you are artistes.

Yes. What did I tell you?

DIRK:
I knew it, man.

You know what to do.Yeah, just...

Don't even think about
double-crossing me.

Of course not, Ace.

[whoops]

[exhales]

Hey!

I think I better
get going, too.

Maybe I'll catch a
ride with your bud.

Now, Elvis...

we're both adults.Mm-mmm.

You need to accept I was
never gonna let you live.

Actually, I just
needed to get here.

[shouts]

[groaning]

ACE:
Hey!

PRIDE:
I got Ace.

He's chasing Elvis,
southeast corner of the plant.

♪

Drop the gun now!

[bullets ricochet][grunts]

Elvis!

[groans]

Ace! Lower your weapon!

I got this guy.Don't, Gregorio.

Ace, listen to me.
You got to stop firing.

Ace!Go to hell!

[screaming]

Everybody all right?

Elvis. Elvis, brother.

Hey. Elvis.

[Elvis grunts]

What...? Took you long enough.

GREGORIO:
I think what you mean

to say is:
"Thank you for saving my life."

Thank you for saving my life,
Pride.

It took you long enough.

[grunts]

PRIDE:
Four counts of fraud.

ELVIS: Whoa.PRIDE: Felony theft,
false representation,

and improperly accessing
a government computer network.

That's a pretty impressive
list for somebody your age.

I mean, I was 30 before
I got my first felony.

Not a good thing, Elvis.No.

I get it, Special Agent Pride.

I'm going away for a long time.

[sighs] Listen, Wendy.

I know you don't need a dad
or want a dad.

Certainly not me.

And I know being one
is a lot more

than being a sperm donor.

But I do know something
about how hard

it is to keep on the
straight and narrow,

because I've been struggling
with it my whole life.

Not always succeeding.I'm having a
moment here, okay?

Please.

I know I wasn't there
your whole life,

but I am here
from now on.

Whatever you need,

whenever you need it.

I guess you can visit me
in prison.

I won't have to.

'Cause you're not going
to prison, honey.

Turns out there's no
actual evidence

that you scammed
those lotteries.

Somehow...

your laptop got completely wiped

at the sugar refinery--
freak accident.

You destroyed my algorithm?

No. I saved you ten years
in prison.

By destroying my life's work.

It took me forever
to design that.

ELVIS:
Your words seem harsh,

but in your heart,
you're saying,

"Thank you, Daddy.
I love you."

Does he have an "off" switch?

As much as I'm enjoying
this family reunion,

I've got one of my own
to get to.

Running late
for the airport.

ELVIS:
Dwayne.

Say the word,
I'll work some magic

and delay your flight
so you can make it.

Do me a favor, Elvis--
don't do me any favors.

Uh, by the way, um,

you didn't happen
to pick up

that winning lottery
ticket, did you?

Back at the sugar mill?

Seems to have
gone missing.

That's odd.
Yeah.

Yeah. I didn't, uh...

I don't even have a pocket.

Oh. Whoa.

Huh.

Yeah. I was keeping it safe.

'Cause it's evidence
in a crime.

[Elvis laughs]

Good dad, huh?

So close.

Okay.

SEBASTIAN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa. No, no, no.

You're not going anywhere
until you fix

that back door that you put
into our network, okay?

You caught that, huh?I did catch that,
yeah, and you...

Don't think I didn't see
that little exploit program

you ran when you
were in our system.

Oh, my gosh.
We got so much to catch up on.

Hey, how do you feel
about tacos?

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