(techno music playing)
(video games chiming)
(groans)
Help me.
Please!
Help me.
(video game explosions)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
All right, Percy, go long.
Boy, ain't no long in here.
You know what I mean.
Run and look over your shoulder.
All right. Come on. Hustle.
Hustle. Hustle. Whoa.
LASALLE:
Oh, come on, Percy.
That was a perfect throw.
He's just trying
to avoid playing our game.
- That's right
- Okay. Calling your bluff.
- Go for it.
- All right.
- Truth or Dare.
- Truth.
When'd you lose your virginity,
high school or college?
Wait, you can't ask me the same
question you just asked her.
- Who says.
- Like I said, avoiding.
Yeah. Un-huh.
(phone chimes)
Oh, let me guess.
Saved by a case.
It is King.
He says he's in Baton Rouge,
and if we don't have anything
going on, we can leave early.
Ooh, don't got to tell me twice.
I love when Pride's
spending time with his daughter.
It means nobody's coming
in her saying...
- We got a case.
- Exactly.
No, really we got a case.
I just found out.
A naval civvy
employee was m*rder*d.
Well, how'd you
find out, Sebastian?
We didn't get the call.
Oh, you will.
It's all over social media.
“GameCon k*lling.”
This is huge.
And these are my peeps.
We got to roll!
I fixed this thing yesterday.
Come on!
Yes.
I'll drive.
Who d*ed and made him King?
(chuckles) Funny.
Anybody know
what GameCon is?
SEBASTIAN:
Are you kidding?
This is, like,
the best convention ever
to come to New Orleans.
You got your Fall Fest,
your Mac N' Cheese Fest,
your Burlesque Fest,
you know, but this...
this is geek fest.
Why the costumes?
SEBASTIAN:
Well, why not?
This is your chance to say,
“This is who I am.
“This is what I like.
I am Lanky Pants.
I'm not ashamed to admit it.”
Whoa, Lanky Pants?
It's a high school nickname that
I should not have just shared.
But, uh...
What do we got, Loretta?
Hey, don't mind him, Doc.
Uh, he's amongst his peeps.
Oh.
Anyway, uh,
the victim's Nate Carr.
Multiple s*ab wounds
to the abdomen, chest and back.
Defensive wounds
indicates he fought
his attacker.
But not here.
Looks like the blood trail
leads in from the door.
NOPD said that
he was att*cked upstairs
in his hotel room.
Must have escaped somehow.
Wait, he was staying
at the hotel?
Apparently. Why?
Well, either
that's a coincidence
or PluckyDogXX was right.
Plucky who?
Just, uh, someone who posted
on my message board.
It's a place for
people to post
conspiracy theories,
so you never know
who or what to believe, but...
LASALLE: Wait a second.
You were warned about this
in advance?
I mean, I think so. Maybe.
All he said was that
he had a friend that
was staying here
and that he thought
he was being watched,
but, you know, it sounded like
average, everyday paranoia.
So, wait, this Plucky person
warned you about our victim?
Did he say anything else?
No, just that he was, uh...
needed my help, and he
was hoping I'd come to...
GameCon.
All right.
Hold on.
Is it me, or was that wizard
just staring at us?
Everyone's staring at us.
(chuckles) Now who's paranoid?
Yeah, but the point is...
somebody cried out,
and I missed it.
All right. Lasalle.
You comb through
Carr's hotel room.
Gregorio, you catch up
with NOPD witnesses.
And Percy, you pull surveillance
while I check out that
limited edition Batman poster
just real quick.
No, Sebastian.
No, no, it's fine; it'll be
all right. Learn things.
(all protesting)
No, real quick.
I'll be right back.
Are you ki...?
Are we missing Pride yet?
(all scoff)
Majority of the blood
was found just inside the door.
Likely the k*ller
was already inside
when Carr returned to his room.
Think he was lying in wait?
Or he was there
looking for something
and Carr surprised him.
Anything stolen?
Well, it doesn't look like it.
Even his laptop
was still in the room,
although it was
pretty well hidden.
The k*ller may not have had time
to find it before Carr arrived.
Too many questions,
not enough answers.
We need to figure out why
PluckyDog warned me about Carr.
Come on, people.
We're missing something here.
I'm pushing my luck, aren't I?
No.
Nah.
No, I am. I'm sorry.
I'm still really upset that I
didn't take this more seriously.
You know? Which is why...
Take what more seriously?
Just one second. Which is why
we need to figure out...
that Pride is back now...
SONJA: Yes.
...and I need to shut up.
Hello. Hi.
Welcome back, King.
Yep, and not a moment too soon.
Trust me.
PRIDE:
I don't know about that.
Patton downloaded me
on the case so far.
Sounds like you're
on the right track.
Told you all to take initiative
while I was away.
Sounds like you're doing it.
Continue.
Okay.
Yeah. All right. Well, uh...
Percy, did you
pull surveillance
from the hotel at all?
As a matter of fact, I did.
So, I got Carr
leaving his hotel room
just after being att*cked.
Anyone leave after him?
No, the k*ller must
have ducked out
through the adjoining room,
but you remember that wizard
you said was checking us out?
Yeah.
He entered and exited
Carr's room
about an hour before TOD.
Maybe he's our m*rder*r.
(phone chimes)
Or it could be Carr's friend,
that PluckyDog guy
trying to get Sebastian's help.
We don't know.
SEBASTIAN: Looks like
he's still trying
to get my help.
He just texted me,
he wants to meet.
Saying he's, uh...
scared for his life,
too, now.
Well, you need to find out who
he is so we can check him out.
Well, I-I mean, I tried earlier
on the message board.
He's not saying.
Could be a trap.
I don't like it.
What do you think,
Sebastian?
Your case, your call.
Well, based on the fact
that he reached out to me
before Carr was m*rder*d,
I think he's legit.
I also think
I have to do everything I can
to make sure
he's not the next victim.
All right. Go.
But take Gregorio
just to be safe.
Okay. Well, uh,
Percy and Lasalle,
you guys head to Belle Chasse
and see if Carr's job
had anything to do with it,
while Pride,
you and Patton do a deep dive,
tear that laptop apart. Come
on, New York. Let's roll.
Now you're pushing your luck.
(jackal cackling)
Oh, no.
Oh, no, what?
What is that?
That is Triple P's worst
nightmare, is what that is.
Damn!
(cackling stops)
I've been jackaled.
The good news?
Definitely must have
been something
on Carr's laptop
worth k*lling for.
Bad news?
Whatever it was is long gone.
It some kind of virus?
Yeah.
Sent by The Jackal.
He's not just
my worst nightmare--
he's FBI's, too.
World-class hacker.
No way to stop him,
nobody can find him.
And once he put that digital g*n
to your head,
you're screwed.
Well, why didn't he just...
hack into Carr's laptop
at the hotel?
Why try to steal it?
Maybe to make it look
like a break-in
so Carr wouldn't really know
what he was after.
All the more reason
to figure out
what was really on there.
Pride, ain't gonna happen.
I hate to say it,
but I done met my match.
P.
Even your friend Elvis
wouldn't be able
to cr*ck into this laptop.
Although...
What?
This virus was sent remotely.
That mean you can trace it?
If I can...
we might get more
than what he stole.
We might hit
the cyber hacker jackpot.
(cackling)
(trolley bell dings)
Pride said to watch our sixes.
Might be more to the case
than we realize.
All the more reason
to make sure nothing
happens to PluckyDog.
You realize you're saying that
like it's a real name, right?
So?
Well, it's not real.
Okay? You ask me, too many
people are walking around here,
thinking they're making
connections when they're not.
It's just not healthy.
Well, I mean, I could argue
the exact opposite, you know?
People like me, admittedly
a little shy, a little geeky.
I mean, we didn't have a way to
connect until we got on...
No. No, no, no.
Computers are not connecting.
Okay, talking's connecting.
Eye contact.
Knowing someone's real name.
That's connecting. - Mm.
See what I'm saying?
Let me ask you a question.
And don't get offended.
(laughs wryly)
When's the last time
you had a date?
What does that have to do
with anything?
It's been a long time, right?
It's been a dry spell.
That's my point. This is
what I'm talking about.
This social media stuff
is crazy. I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
And what I really don't like
is that I got to walk
into an abandoned building to
save somebody named PluckyDog.
How do you really feel, though?
GREGORIO:
I don't like this.
Yeah, I know. I heard.
No, I don't mean my rant.
This place.
Who would want to meet here?
Someone who's really scared.
(phone chimes)
“Take the elevator upstairs.”
What? No.
There's not even any power.
(phone rings)
Wait.
Hold on. Don't move.
Pride?
Pride. Yeah. No, wait.
I can't hear you. Hold on.
PRIDE: Can you hear me?
GREGORIO: Hey. Yeah, Pride,
I can hear you now.
What's up? The Jackal?
What about The Ja...?
He's here?
(elevator bell chimes)
Don't go in there. - Oh...
It's a trap! Sebastian!
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Sebastian!
(elevator bell chimes)
♪ ♪
(elevator doors close)
Stop.
Identify yourself.
Lanky Pants, it's me.
Adrian?
Adrian Cohen?
Sebastian.
I'm so scared.
That's why I contacted you.
Wait, you're PluckyDog?
Yeah.
It's a long story.
(chuckles softly)
You look good.
Oh. Um...
How have you been?
(Adrian gasps)
FBI. Hands up! Now!
You know what, maybe we'll
just catch up a little later.
Wait, you really think
that she's The Jackal?
Are you serious?
FBI's been tracking
IP addresses,
led us right to her.
Sebastian, what's going on?
I don't understand.
You know her?
Yeah, we went to high school
together. Listen, listen, you're
making a huge mistake, okay?
I mean, she reached out to me
for help. Why would she do
that if she's the Jackal?
Look, this isn't
an NCIS case, it's FBI.
You don't like it,
take it up with the SAC.
We-we got to do
something, Tammy.
I can't let this happen.
How well do you know this girl?
Well enough to know that
she's not who they think she is.
All right.
Hold up. Hey, hey, hey,
actually, this is an NCIS case.
You're, uh, suspect,
Adrian, uh...
Cohen, Adrian Cohen.
Ms. Adrian Cohen is our suspect
in the m*rder
of a naval employee,
and since homicide
takes precedence
over cyber crimes...
Wait, you guys
think that I k*lled Nate?
No, of course not.
I mean, uh, maybe. Yeah.
It's a possibility. So that's
why we got to take you in
for questioning.
Let's go.
What's going...?
SEBASTIAN:
(sighs) Thank you.
She better be as innocent
as you say she is,
or we'll be
in a lot of trouble.
ISLER:
You are in a lot of trouble.
Do you know how
long the FBI's
been looking for the Jackal?
You can't just
steal our suspect.
Technically, she was
our suspect first.
But I didn't k*ll anybody!
Oh, Adrian, don't worry
about it. We got this.
No, you don't got this,
I got this.
Raymond, just hold on.
This isn't just
any small-time hacker.
Do you know
how many government agencies
have been compromised
because of her?
She's not The Jackal, all right?
That's not possible.
- And how do you know?
- They went to high school together.
And we were both
on academic decathlon.
BOTH: Yeah.
Well, hey, in that case,
never mind.
I mean, what was I thinking?
PRIDE: Sebastian,
take Adrian out
to the courtyard
while we sort this out.
Pride?
Okay, and don't let her
out of your sight, understand?
Okay, I promise.
Come on, let's go.
Raymond, look, it's a
complicated situation.
Mm-hmm.
A lot of moving pieces,
a lot at stake
for both FBI
and NCIS.
Agreed?
Agreed.
And since we all want answers,
I suggest that
we work together.
A joint investigation?
Yes, and see where it all leads.
I swear to you, Sebastian,
I don't know what's going on.
I don't understand
why any of this is happening.
Okay, okay, I-I know,
I believe you.
Do you, really?
Well, yeah.
I just...
How did you know that something
was gonna happen to Carr
before it even did, and-and why
all the secrecy, you know?
Why the PluckyDog stuff?
Just-just pick up the phone
and call me.
I... I wasn't sure you'd answer.
ISLER:
Ms. Cohen?
It's okay.
- Okay.
- Just-just tell 'em what you know.
Okay.
What?
Sure you haven't seen her
since high school?
Yeah, why?
Nothing. Relax.
I'm just... picking up
on a little vibe, you know?
Connection.
Can you not, right now?
All right, let's go watch.
Man.
ISLER:
These are all illegal hacks,
each perpetrated by The Jackal.
And each digitally tracked
by the FBI's
cyber crimes division
to your computer,
Ms. Cohen.
I'm telling you, I don't know
anything about these.
I barely even use
my home computer.
I use my cell.
Which is how
we tracked
you down today,
tracing your computer's IP
directly to your cell.
A cell which initiated
several
high-profile hacks
and stole top secret software
and held them for ransom.
Which is exactly
what Nate was worried about.
We were working on a gaming app
and he was convinced
that someone was trying
to steal it.
At first I just,
I-I don't know,
I thought he was
being paranoid, and...
PRIDE: But you must have
thought something wasn't right,
otherwise why reach out
to Sebastian for help?
I wasn't sure. I thought
that he could check it out.
But I didn't want him to think
that I was paranoid, too,
so I-I didn't want him
to know who was asking.
What were you doing
in Nate's hotel room
just before he was m*rder*d?
I was worried about him.
We're partners.
I still hadn't heard back
from Sebastian,
and I wanted to make sure
that he was okay.
And then when
Nate was k*lled...
I'm telling you,
somebody's setting me up.
Someone is trying to make me
look like your Jackal.
If so, they're doing
a masterful job at it.
See here?
That's $ million transferred
to an offshore account
in your name, from
your IP address.
What?
Can you explain to me
where that came from?
ADRIAN: I-I don't know.
You know what, this is...
this is crazy, all right?
This doesn't make any sense.
She-she's got to be
getting set up.
Or maybe not.
Don't bite my head off.
I'm just saying you
haven't seen her in years.
You know, people change.
It could be that...
She's not The Jackal, Tammy.
All right? And she's
no k*ller either.
Adrian couldn't dissect
a frog in the tenth grade.
You're telling me
she stabbed somebody?
I'm not sure that argument'll
hold up in court.
All right, let's just say
you're right,
let's say she's not responsible
for any of this--
why would somebody go through
all this trouble to set her up?
I don't know.
But I do know she's
counting on me to figure it out.
PRIDE:
Raymond, let's talk.
You may not have
much of a case, but I do.
I'm taking her in.
Yeah, I'm not sure she's guilty
of either yet, Raymond.
(scoffs)
She comes across as more victim
than criminal on both cases.
The facts say otherwise.
- You haven't proven anything yet.
- I don't need proof,
I just need probable cause,
and I have that in spades.
You... Anything more
on the virus?
I traced it back to the location
where you found Adrian.
Trail stops there.
That's not possible.
You keep saying that.
PATTON: I'll tell you
what also isn't possible:
how The Jackal
was able to get through
my firewalls
to even get to Carr's laptop.
After we got infiltrated
last year, I turned this place
into a digital fortress.
But if The Jackal's that good,
why were you able
to trace it at all?
Exactly. It doesn't make sense.
Unless Adrian's being set up
and he wanted the trail
to lead to her.
Listen, just give us
till the morning, all right?
Let us see if we can figure out
what's really going on.
It won't do you any good if you
bring her in and you're wrong,
and The Jackal's
still out there.
All right.
But if you can't prove
that she's being set up
or that she's the m*rder*r,
she's mine.
Thanks, Pride.
Don't thank me yet.
Banking a lot
on you trusting your friend.
But you better find proof
to exonerate her
and fast, otherwise
there's nothing I can do.
Yeah. Let's go.
Call Chris and Sonja.
They're on their way
to Loretta's.
Fill 'em in.
Jackal or not,
our job is to find out
who k*lled Carr.
Copy that.
GREGORIO: How 'bout the base?
Anything there?
No, no, nothing Carr was doing
at Belle Chasse
raised any flags.
Look, we're walking
into autopsy now,
we will let you know what we find.
GREGORIO: All right.
Not sure what we're gonna find
is gonna help Sebastian's friend
either way. Sounds like she's
in a whole heap of trouble.
Yeah, makes you wonder
why she reached out for help
from Sebastian
after all these years.
First love, maybe
high school sweetheart?
Mmm... I'm thinking Sebastian
was more into robotics
in high school than girls.
(chuckles)
Miss Loretta.
Was just coming to see you.
Did you find anything
to help us figure out
who k*lled Carr?
I was just about to call Dwayne.
I found skin samples
under the victim's fingernails.
Looked like he put up
quite a fight.
Any chance
it matched somebody
named Adrian Cohen?
No. They matched an ex-con.
Somebody by the name
of Martin Farrel.
Why?
Is that a problem?
ISLER:
Time's up.
A deal's a deal.
She's FBI's now.
Sebastian?
Pride?
Sorry, Sebastian,
she's not a suspect anymore,
we can't hold her.
Okay, okay, all right,
h-hold on.
So, what if the two
cases are connected?
What're you talking about?
Well, whatever The Jackal wanted
was on Carr's laptop, right?
That's why he erased it.
That's why she erased it.
Why would I erase something
that I helped him create--
or steal it? We were partners.
You wouldn't be the first person
to k*ll their partner.
Except she's not the k*ller,
Martin Farrel is.
Yeah, which means chances are
that Farrel k*lled Carr
so that the real
Jackal could
get whatever was on
that laptop, right.
But The Jackal...
he didn't want anyone to know
that it was actually a hack,
so he had to hire muscle
to try to steal it.
But when Carr tried
to stop Farrel,
Farrel had no choice
but to k*ll him.
Okay, is anybody
following this?
I think the point is,
The Jackal and the
m*rder are connected,
which would still
make this
a joint investigation.
All right, this is not
a turf w*r, Raymond,
We're all just
after the same thing.
No, no, no, I'm after the truth,
he's just trying
to protect his old girlfriend
from high school.
She barely even noticed me.
He barely even noticed me.
Still, I can't deny that
there's some merit
to what you're saying.
Agreed.
To that end,
what if Sebastian
goes with your agents,
try and help them
figure out
why somebody is
setting up Adrian--
if she's being set up--
while you stay here
and help with all
the cyber tracking.
A little FBI clout might help
Patton cut a few timely corners.
(laughs) Since when do you
need help cutting corners?
All right.
(scoffs)
(sighs)
Good job.
- Go learn things.
- Yeah, all right. Thank you.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Hey.
Sorry I didn't try
to help out sooner.
You know, maybe none of this
would have happened.
No, it's not your fault.
Like you said,
I should have called.
I would have answered.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I wasn't even sure
you'd remember me.
Are you kidding me?
Of course I'd remember you.
You were, like,
the coolest girl in...
You were the coolest,
uh, woman in high school.
(scoffs)
Even though, technically,
we were ,
so I don't know
if you were a woman.
I don't really know
how that works.
How come you never
asked me out?
You mean on, like, a date?
Are you serious?
It's an unwritten
high school law--
you never ask out anybody
who's out of your league.
It's punishable by death.
Or worse, you know...
humiliation.
Yeah, well, look who's
humiliated now.
Listen to me.
I'm gonna help you
get out of this, okay?
I promise.
(g*nshots)
Get down, get down!
(screams)
(a*t*matic g*nf*re)
What are we gonna do?
Ah...
Let's go.
Go? Go where?
Away from the b*ll*ts.
Come on.
Go, go, go, go.
(screams)
(gasps)
(Adrian gasping)
Did you really just
do that, Lanky Pants?
Yeah, I think so.
And don't call me
“Lanky Pants,” all right?
I hate Lanky Pants.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go!
All that matters is that you
and Adrian are all right.
Just get back here quick.
We'll figure it out.
SEBASTIAN: Okay.
They're pretty shook up,
but okay.
Thank God.
Can't believe Sebastian
blew up a car to get away.
That's pretty impressive.
Yeah, but how'd The Jackal
even know to att*ck
the car in the first place?
Don't know,
but we need to find out.
Are your agents all right?
Stable, thankfully.
Sounds like they're lucky
to be alive.
What did Sebastian have to say?
PRIDE: Two gunmen.
One he recognized
as Carr's k*ller,
Farrel. They were
lying in wait,
opened fire.
But why?
LASALLE: Well, obviously,
to k*ll Adrian
and thanks to Sebastian,
that didn't happen.
Yeah, but if The Jackal
is behind this,
why would he first try to
frame Adrian,
and then suddenly turn around
and try to k*ll her instead?
And I repeat, how did he know
she was being moved
to the FBI?
They just left.
ISLER: Don't look at me.
After the last mole,
the FBI re-vetted every agent.
Changed our entire
digital security, too.
Wouldn't necessarily be enough
to stop somebody
like The Jackal.
PATTON: And it won't
stop him here, either.
Turn everything off now.
Computers, plasmas.
Shut it all down.
LASALLE:
What's going on, Patton?
I kept trying to trace
The Jackal's virus,
looking for his
digital signature,
I found it.
It's all over us.
He didn't just penetrate
our firewalls.
He's listening
to everything we do.
In fact, dump your cell phones,
and your Bluetooth watches.
Everything.
ISLER: Adrian must know
something awfully important
for him to go through all this.
Let's figure that out later.
Is anything safe here?
I doubt it.
I wouldn't even trust the FBI
at this point, either.
The Jackal is that good.
That's why he tried
to k*ll Adrian.
Knows that we're not buying
the setup.
All right. You and Sonja
call Sebastian.
Use the pay phone
on Bourbon Street.
Tell him not to come back here.
Ditch his cell phone.
And get Adrian
someplace safe.
Okay, but how are we supposed
to contact him after that?
Tell him when this is all over,
we're gonna go celebrate.
Copy that.
All right.
And then go to where
Sebastian and Adrian
were ambushed.
We need leads if we're
gonna find The Jackal.
You got it.
Yeah, but how are we supposed
to do any of this
without technology?
Don't need technology.
We're gonna go old school.
I just got this.
(exhales)
All right, come on, come on.
We got to move.
Let's go.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
What? Are you kidding?
Somebody just tried
to k*ll us.
Well, actually, I think they're
really only after you, so...
- That didn't come out right, at all.
- I don't understand.
Why is this happening?
Why does someone
want to hurt me?
I-I didn't do anything.
I'm nobody.
Whoa, whoa. H-Hold on.
You're not nobody, okay?
I mean, you weren't a
nobody in high school
when you were making, like, the
greatest zine I've ever read.
And you're not a nobody now,
when everyone
wants to k*ll you.
Point being,
in my experience,
if there are, like,
bad guys after you,
you're pretty
important, okay?
What?
Nothing. It's just, I...
I can't believe
how much you've changed.
Nerdy, geeky, pimply.
I was, I was pretty pimply.
I was gonna say quiet.
But now you're like...
I don't know... badass.
Badass? Hello.
Really? Think so?
You just blew up a car
and saved my life.
Yeah, I think so.
Yeah. You know, I don't want
to brag, either, but that's,
that's not the first
car I've blown up.
Come on, we got to go.
You got to help me figure out
why The Jackal wants you dead
before he
actually kills you.
PATTON:
Oh, man, Pride.
s flashback.
Baby, when you said old school,
Pride, you meant old school.
I haven't seen some of
this stuff in years.
(coughing): I haven't seen
some of this stuff ever.
Girl, stop. You ain't
that much younger than us.
Some of it's leftover
from the garage sale
I never got around to
after my divorce.
And the rest is from my
post-Katrina emergency kit.
Oh, is this part of your kit?
That was Laurel's.
It's a keepsake.
Hmm.
PRIDE: I haven't used a landline
since the bar
got blown up.
I'm hoping it works.
PATTON: Only one way to find out.
Plug it in.
Still not sure how we're
gonna find this cyber
king without cyber.
Same way we used to find things:
with good old-fashioned
police work,
and boots on the ground.
Yeah, but we don't even
know who The Jackal is.
We don't know what he's up to.
We don't even know
where to begin.
We begin with the muscle.
We find Farrel,
we find The Jackal.
Although we may not be able to
communicate, they still have to.
Yeah, and trying to k*ll Adrian
the way he did leaves a trail.
A real trail. Hopefully,
some of the clues
that Chris and Sonja
found at the scene
will help us.
(dial tone hums)
Dial tone. Uh-huh.
That's great.
Meanwhile, we need
to try and figure out
what The Jackal
ultimately wants.
According to Isler,
he wants money,
so he's like
a digital bank robber.
It must be a lot of money for
him to go through all of this.
Yes.
Hey, could you
help me unfurl this map?
Yeah.
Yeah, and it's got
to be connected
to whatever he stole
from Carr's laptop.
What are these stickers?
These are IP addresses
The Jackal bounced signals
off of
when I was tracing his virus.
I tried to narrow down
potential hideouts
when we had to go dark.
Krewe Du Brew Cafe.
Oh, that's a high-speed
Internet cafe.
That's one of
the possibilities.
What is it, Pride?
Chris...
Chris found a Krewe Du Brew
coffee cup at the ambush.
Could have fallen out of
Farrel's car during the att*ck.
Go tell Chris and Sonja
forget the supplies.
They need to go
stake out this cafe.
Do you want me
to stay with them?
No, we're low on manpower.
Come right back.
Okay.
All right. And I...
will call Isler for backup.
(laughs)
I still don't understand what
we're doing in a high school.
Well, you said that Nate backed
up everything on a cloud, right?
Actually, several clouds.
Other people's clouds.
People that didn't even know.
That's how paranoid he was.
Right, well, that paranoia
might help us figure out
just what The Jackal stole.
Maybe stop him from doing
whatever it is
that he wants to do.
Just as long as he hasn't
found the backup first.
But won't he find us the moment
I go online to search?
Not if we keep
switching computers,
bouncing the signal
around just like he does.
Sauce for the
goose, Mr. Saavik.
I'm sorry.
What's that?
Ancient proverb?
No, it's, uh, Star Trek II:
Wrath of Khan.
You've never seen
Wrath of Khan?
Come on, that's a classic.
You got Kirstie Alley,
she's in her prime,
before Cheers.
She's a half Vulcan, you know.
They put these
little bugs in peoples'...
I just went from, like,
badass to geek in no time flat.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay. That's fine.
I just, uh...
Get over here,
and start searching.
(computer beeps)
So just, um,
out of curiosity,
you know, to follow up on what
we were talking about before,
if I was a badass
back in high school,
do you think, um...
I don't know,
you think you would have
gone out with me?
I would have
gone out with you anyway.
Really?
Even though we were in, like,
totally different leagues?
I didn't think so.
You just never asked.
Oh, yeah, I didn't really.
(quietly):
Stupid.
I'm in.
I've got Nate's files.
Already?
Wait, hold on. Switch.
Ooh.
(computer trilling)
A lot of files
to go through.
I mean, how do you know
which ones...?
ADRIAN:
Holy crap.
Someone put out
a malware virus
to search the
Internet for...
For Nate's gaming app.
No, no, no. Mine. Side-U.
Nate was testing
it out for me.
That's why it was
on his laptop.
The Jackal stole my game.
Well, why? What does it do?
Nothing special.
Other than it can learn
how players like
to play the game,
and then it can take over for
them if they want it to.
Take over? You mean, like,
like artificial intelligence
take over?
You made a game that can adapt
and think for itself?
I guess, yeah.
Well, I mean, come on.
That's badass.
Actually, you know what?
It might be just bad.
'Cause if The Jackal is as good
as everyone thinks that he is,
then he can use it
to take over
a hell of a lot more
than just games.
I mean, he could
take over banks,
defense systems,
anything he wants.
This could be like
Terminator bad.
- Terminator? No?
- No.
Okay, that's fine. That's just a movie that
everyone on Earth has seen.
Not me.
You know what?
It wouldn't have worked
between us in high school.
Probably not.
I feel much better.
Yeah, me, too.
Here, go, switch. Come on.
LASALLE:
We should go in.
See if Farrel's inside.
No, no.
Gregorio said Pride wants
us to wait for backup.
Yeah, well, there sure
is a lot of waiting
doing things old school.
(scoffs)
It's a miracle they
got anything done.
There. That's Farrel.
SONJA:
Wait. Did that guy...?
Did he just spot us?
How does he even
know who we are?
He could if he's The Jackal.
Don't lose him.
Don't worry.
(siren blaring)
That won't be necessary.
(computer trilling)
Turn left here.
Wish we could call it in.
Just ram him.
THE JACKAL:
Almost there.
Got him.
(tires squealing)
Unbelievable.
(horn honks)
What happened?
I don't know.
The thing just shut off.
(cackling)
We've been jackaled.
(horns honking)
(horns honking,
cackling continues)
All right, just stay offline,
and stay put.
You and Adrian are safe
where you are for now.
PATTON:
Hey, where y'all been?
Did you guys find Farrel?
Yes and no.
We tried calling,
but the line was busy.
At least that's what I think
that beeping tone was.
Yeah. Talking to Sebastian.
What happened?
We got jackaled
is what happened.
Wait, you saw him, The Jackal?
If so, he spotted us first.
And he hacked into the SUV
and shut it down completely.
It's still stuck.
We had to hoof it back here.
Dude. He used your license plate
to get your VIN number
to hijack your SUV's
CAN system.
This dude is fast.
I couldn't even do that.
Yeah, because you
don't have the AI app
that he stole from Carr.
AI-- that's Carr's app?
No, not Carr's, Adrian's.
According to Sebastian, The
Jackal stole her gaming app,
so that he could use it to-to
take over any network he wants.
So he can control it.
It's like having
a digital skeleton key.
SONJA:
Is that how he hacked into
the squad room and knew
everything we were doing?
Obviously not his end goal,
though.
Which begs the question-- what
does he want with Adrian's app?
Looks like $ million,
but I'm guessing
that's just for starters.
Got an alert
he just hacked into
Atlanta International.
Apparently, he's taken over
air traffic control.
FAA's locked out completely.
Says if he doesn't get
his money in three hours,
planes start crashing
into each other.
Can he really do that?
Nothing stopping him so far.
Unless we stop him.
He's got to be controlling
it remotely, right?
Which means,
theoretically,
you can trace it to where he is.
And if it's the same guy that
hacked into the SUV, he's still
in town, too.
You know what?
That narrows down
the possibilities,
since he'd need
some serious bandwidth
to hijack something as powerful
as air traffic control.
Probably like
microwave links, like...
Cell towers?
Exactly, except
only recently updated ones,
fiber optic cables, but there's
not that many in this area.
All right, let's split up, find 'em.
PRIDE: Okay.
But be careful. If
The Jackal's at any one
of those towers, that means
that Farrel will be there, too.
LASALLE:
Got it.
Any chance you can override it?
Man, not with this relic.
Maybe not
with anything.
You know, the only person
who might have a chance
is the person who created
the app in the first place.
I can't destroy my own app.
I mean, I wouldn't
even know how to.
Yeah, but don't you have
a, like, a back door, you know?
Another way in?
No.
It's just a gaming app.
I never imagined
that it was gonna be used
to possibly k*ll people!
(sighs)
(sighs)
All right, Adrian, look,
I-I know that this is a lot.
Okay? I mean, this stuff
freaked me out, too,
at first, but believe me, if
I can do it, then you can...
Sebastian,
I'm not freaking out.
I'm thinking.
Yeah, that's...
Okay.
I might not be able
to destroy the app,
but I might be able
to make a back door.
At least I can try.
Wait. What are you doing?
I can't make a back door
if I can't get to the app.
Since we know where and
how he's working now,
I should be able
to find it.
Yeah, but-but if you go online
to find it, doesn't that mean
he can then find us here,
like, right away?
I'm not letting people
die because of me.
SEBASTIAN: Totally,
but, uh, hear me out.
What if those people are named
Sebastian and Adrian?
Thought you
were a badass?
Well, obviously,
I'm a badass.
I'm just not
a stupid badass.
(typing rapidly)
That was Gregorio.
She struck out.
Chris and Sonja, too.
No sign of The Jackal
at any of the cell towers.
Maybe we should pay the ransom.
We can't.
He'll just keep holding
up more networks,
putting more people at risk
unless we stop him now.
We have two hours
and three minutes to stop him
before planes start falling
out of the sky.
Okay. Any luck
backtracing the signal?
Doing the best I can.
This thing is a dinosaur.
It's not a speed demon.
All right, all
right, all right.
Score one for the good old days.
The Jackal is
controlling everything
from the airport in Slidell.
PRIDE: Yeah, that makes sense.
Air traffic controls
are connected, right?
Which means that you can use
one to hack into the other,
especially if there's
little security.
I'll call for backup on the way.
All right. Good work, P.
Tell the team where
we're headed when they call.
Copy that.
(phone ringing)
Hello? Tru Tone.
SEBASTIAN: Patton, thank God. Listen to me.
We're at this high school
right now, we're trying...
Sebastian, calm down.
We need backup.
There's no backup here
to be had.
What are you talking about?
I'm here by myself.
(sirens blaring)
Federal agents!
Clear out! ATC office?
Check over there.
No one gets in or out.
MAN: Clear the
rear entrance!
(cackling on monitor)
Cocky bastard.
Just better hope
Adrian can stop it.
(cackling)
Uh, I don't want
to pressure you,
but we're running out of time.
I'm almost in. I just need
a couple more minutes.
We don't really have a couple of minutes.
Why not?
(screaming)
(a*t*matic g*nf*re)
That's why not.
What are we gonna do?!
I have no idea.
(screaming)
(g*nf*re continues)
(a*t*matic g*nf*re)
You, that way! Go!
(whimpering) Do you think
they got scared off?
I doubt it.
Please tell me you know
how to sh**t a g*n.
No!
No. Okay. Yeah, sure. All right,
uh, hold it with two hands.
Oh, what?
All right, and if you have to
sh**t, sh**t it at his chest,
all right? You got it? You got it.
- I don't know.
Stay here.
Okay. Okay.
(Adrian yelps)
(g*nf*re, Adrian yelps)
sh**t him! sh**t him! sh**t him!
(gasping loudly)
Well...
(g*nf*re, Adrian yells)
You two all right?
I think so, yeah. Are you all right?
I don't know. I don't know. I...
It's been a hell of a couple
days, that's for sure.
All right.
All right.
(groans)
How did you guys even find us?
I mean, I'm-I'm
not complaining.
Yeah, well, you hung up
just before we got back
to Pride's bar,
so Patton told us.
Look, come on,
let's get you two out of here
in case
Jackal sent someone else.
Pride hasn't found him yet?
Afraid not.
And, look, we're running out
of time, too,
so let's go.
You can find him,
though, right?
(panting)
Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay, come on. Come on.
(phone ringing)
(phone beeps)
You're cutting it close.
Did they transfer
all of the money?
SEBASTIAN: Nope. Oh, and those
planes are still in the sky.
Who is this?
(tires squeal)
SEBASTIAN: You know it's not safe
to talk on your phone
and drive, right?
It also was not a smart idea
to pair it
to your car
since that's how we hacked it.
You can call it car-ma.
Who are you?
What? Oh, I am NCIS, pal,
and you are under arrest
for, like, a lot.
Uh, underestimating my friend
whose app you stole,
among other things.
Including k*lling my friend.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, right. So, listen, this is
the way I see this going down.
You've got one of two options.
One is, you can run
and hope that alligators
don't like the taste of Jackal,
or you can just sit there
and wait for the FBI helicopter
that is currently en route to
arrest you right now. (cackles)
ADRIAN: What are you doing?
That's a jackal.
Is that more of a hyena?
It's a wild animal of some sort
that lives in the Sahara. You know what?
(Adrian mutters)
Why don't you try to do it?
(screaming)
(upbeat jazz playing)
PRIDE:
All right, here's the deal.
To Sebastian.
You took the lead
and caught The Jackal.
(all cheering)
Hey!
Hear, hear!
To be fair, Adrian
caught The Jackal, you know,
or at least
tracked him down.
Hey, all I care about,
all the FBI cares about
is that he's finally behind bars, so...
Amen.
Thanks to Lanky Pants!
(all laugh)
Patton, I love you, seriously,
but if I hear that name again,
I-I might k*ll you.
SONJA: Ooh, m*rder.
Ooh. Cranky Lanky Pants.
(all laugh)
Hey!
That's more accurate.
PRIDE:
But seriously,
you all did good,
all of you.
I'm proud of you.
Might just start taking
a little more time off.
Well, I'll drink to that.
How come Adrian's not here?
I mean, where is she, man?
Yeah, hey, without her, we
wouldn't have caught The Jackal.
Yeah.
You're not just gonna let her go, right?
Right?
- What do you mean?
- What do you mean, what do I mean?
She likes you.
No.
Yeah, it's called a connection,
like the old days,
before all this
technology crap.
You know what? What are you even
doing sitting here right now?
Exactly.
You should be out looking for her!
I'm hanging out with my friends
after, like, a high-octane adventure.
Where are they going?!
They're not going
anywhere. Come on!
Let's go. Come on, let's go.
Okay, all right. Okay.
I'm going. All right, all right. Enough!
Go!
SEBASTIAN: I'm going.
(whooping)
(techno music playing,
lively chatter)
(video game laughter)
Oh! Excuse me. Oh. I'm sorry. That was
way harder than I meant.
I can't see in this...
Sebastian?
Yeah. How'd you know
it was me?
Lucky guess.
What are you doing here?
Oh, uh, well, you know,
I'm just wondering
if maybe sometime,
if you're not busy, that is,
uh, refusing to watch
really popular movies,
you want to get together,
you know?
We can talk about all
the times that we almost d*ed,
or we, you know, or we don't
have to. You're busy.
- Wait. Are you asking me out?
- Yes, kind of, yeah.
I just, you know, I figured,
better late than never.
Yes, I'll go out with you.
Yeah?