(wind whistling)
Child: My mom said my city, New Orleans, will never float away.
My city, New Orleans, is a mighty city.
When the storm came and the winds roared, when the levees let go, my city stayed, and souls were reborn.
(thunder rumbling)
Female reporter (over TV): Hurricane Katrina is a Category 5 and headed towards the city.
(phone ringing)
Mayor Nagin has ordered a mandatory evacuation...
Detective Lasalle.
(indistinct male voice speaking over phone)
Uh-huh. (continues indistinctly)
Man: ...we got a man down...
Where?
(man speaks indistinctly over phone)
(siren wailing)
(woman sobs)
Thank God you're here, Detective.
What happened?
He sh*t my husband!
He drove away!
Help him, please!
I already called an ambulance!
Call again, Petey!
Go! What's his name?
Phil.
Lasalle: Phil, look...
All right, we're gonna get you some help, okay?
Did you see who did this to you?
It-it hurts!
I know. Look, just keep talking to me, okay?
I can't. It's too hard.
Damn it, talk to him, Phil!
That's a strong woman you got here, Phil.
Look, I wouldn't want to cross her, okay?
She's gonna make a beautiful mother.
The guy... the guy who sh*t me had a... blue tattoo.
Blue tattoo?
Of what?
N-Nothing, nothing, nothing.
(thunder cracks)
What? Phil?
Phil!
Oh, no! Please!
Oh, my God, please help him!
Give me some room.
(sobbing)
Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no.
No! Help!
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x10 ♪
Billy and the Kid
Original Air Date on November 24, 2015
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Work.
Brody: Our waitress: Ellen Hunt.
(camera clicking)
Worked here for two years.
Cashier: Todd Calhoun. Three years.
Our Marine: Sergeant Ned Ford. Worked at the recruiting office at MCSF.
Surrounding business heard g*nshots, called 911.
Cops saw him, called us.
There's no surveillance cameras inside, but we're working on street cams.
All right.
All right, let me know what you find out.
Loretta?
Yes.
Ellen and Todd, both sh*t in the back.
The blast pattern indicates that they were sh*t at some distance.
Most likely a shotgun.
Ford's wounds tell a different story.
He was sh*t at near point-blank range.
The angle of the entry indicates that the sh**t was...
Pride: Standing over him.
And he came closer.
I noticed this-- a shiny residue.
Could be transfer from the k*ller when he tried to grab Ford.
I'll get a sample to Sebastian.
Guy comes in here for a cup of coffee with someone...
...all hell breaks loose.
It's 12-gauge shells.
That's a pretty big g*n to be carrying around.
Percy.
Footprint?
Yeah.
There's another one.
Yep.
Lasalle...
I got the door.
Copy.
NCIS!
Don't sh**t.
Don't sh**t, please.
Move!
Come out!
Don't sh**t!
Move!
Go to your right.
(man grunts anxiously)
Against the wall.
What's your name?
(shivering): Oliver Fr-Fray.
He's clear.
You see what happened, Mr. Fray?
Yeah. This man was arguing with the Marine, then-then he sh-sh*t him.
I got so... c-cold.
I'll get him a blanket.
Can you describe this guy?
He was, um, medium weight and height, uh, I think.
A medium guy with a g*n.
That's it? Anything else you remember?
He had a... he had a blue tattoo on his, uh, neck and face.
Uh-huh. Blue tat of what?
A blob. Like a Smurf.
(laughs)
A what?
It had-had no sh-shape.
Just... it was just nothing.
All right, Mr. Fray, we gonna let you warm up first, but then we gonna talk.
Hey, where you going?
Got to check on something.
Cover for me.
Okay...
Sebastian ol' buddy, got something special for you.
That's your handwriting.
You recognize my handwriting?
Oh, yeah. Graphology's been around for almost 400 years.
I could tell you a couple things about your "S" curves.
Later. Right now, I need you to take a look at what's in here.
All right, I'll take a look.
Wh-Why am I taking a look?
It's a ten-year-old case, the m*rder of Phillip Hart.
k*ller steals some money, and then steals a car and kills him.
I thought I was getting evidence on a... a diner m*rder.
Yeah, that's coming.
I think the guy that k*lled those people k*lled Hart.
I just want to be sure.
Until then, look, you got to keep this between you and me.
Don't tell Pride.
Why is it all moldy and stinky?
Well, after Katrina, NOPD headquarters flooded when the levees broke.
This has been tucked away in an evidence locker ever since.
Mm. Yeah, I got some boxed Power Rangers tucked away in my closet, just waiting for the right time to bust those... Sebastian.
Look, now is the time.
You connect something from this past case to the present one, we're gonna solve the last unsolved m*rder before Katrina.
Bring it.
Night before Katrina, Phil Hart said the guy who sh*t him had a blue tattoo.
Of nothing.
Yeah, witness at the diner says the same thing.
w*apon in both cases is a 12-gauge shotgun.
Has to be the same k*ller.
We just need something to identify him.
I always wanted to wear a uniform.
Had to wear that during the storm.
Man, I remember how much that sucked.
I was visiting friends.
Trying to get out was impossible.
What'd you end up doing?
Cried. Laughed.
Graffitied anti-FEMA slogans on refrigerators, you know.
Is this the victim's shirt?
It is.
You find something?
Yeah, some kind of shiny residue.
Something maybe oil-based.
Here, take a look.
Oh, Miss Loretta found shiny trace on one of the diner victim's arms.
Could be transfer from our k*ller.
Did anyone see Mr. Hart struggle with his sh**t?
Only witness was his wife.
Woman (over radio): ...Hurricane Katrina death toll was raised to 1,836 today, and with over 2,000 people still missing...
What do you mean you can't find Phil's body?
Morgue was flooded, bodies were moved, and we're trying to figure out where.
(voice breaking): Oh, my God...
Mrs. Hart...
Billy.
Does your husband have any enemies?
Anyone who'd want to hurt him?
No. Everyone loved Phil.
I know you tried to help him.
Yeah.
Is there anything else you remember about that night?
Like I said, I was moving stuff out the apartment.
I heard the sh*ts... saw Phil lying there.
(sobbing)
Been trying to get back into the apartment, but the neighborhood's still blocked off.
All our stuff's in there.
Phil's music, pictures, the baby's things...
They're just things.
To you, maybe.
I mean, you need to let them go.
Look, leave the city. It's not safe.
It could be months before you get back in there.
I'll wait.
(sniffles)
Guard over there said you might need this for identification.
You just do your job.
(sniffling)
Think it's a girl?
I don't know.
We're at the crime scene talking to a witness, and then he just cut out.
Got to be a girl. (frustrated sigh)
Just told Laurel to head to her mom's for Thanksgiving.
Afraid it's on hold for the rest of us.
Hey, that's fine by me.
I'd rather catch a k*ller than eat a bird, anyway.
(chuckles)
Where's Christopher?
Simple question.
Kitchen, courtyard, traffic?
He was with you at the crime scene, right?
I know, but I don't know.
She doesn't know.
I really don't.
All right, then, what do we know?
Our victim: Sergeant Ford.
Stationed at MCSF Algiers.
Single, did community outreach.
And not just the m*llitary.
So, just after Katrina, he was part of the fight against the Green Dot initiative.
Government condemned certain neighborhoods.
Wanted to tear down homes, turn them into green space.
Only, home owners and volunteers like Ford said, "No way."
They banded together and fixed them up themselves.
How about the other victims?
Ellen Hunt, Todd Calhoun-- both local, single, no criminal history.
Any connection to Ford?
Not that I could find.
What else?
Well, the witness at the diner heard Ford and the k*ller arguing, but then saw the k*ller sh**t Ford first.
That lines up with our current theory.
Yeah.
Ford was the target.
Well, nothing about his job suggests that.
Community activist, living off base...
Maybe this has to do with something outside the Marine Corps.
All right, get a warrant.
Go to Ford's house, see if you can find anything that'll shed light on who k*lled him.
I'll follow up with Wade.
We got to find this guy, get him off the street before anyone else gets hurt.
(door opening)
Loretta?
Oh, I know that look.
The greens off is off?
Yeah, sorry to say that tradition and all of Thanksgiving is on hold.
Want to do something, but it just... there's no... no time.
Dwayne, I've seen you MacGyver five-course meals with nothing but tuna, honey and parsley.
I know you'll figure out something.
What about the case?
Mm, Ford was sh*t at close range, k*lled instantly.
The pellet shredded his aorta.
The others were sh*t at a distance, same type of g*n, amm*nit*on and disregard for human life.
Well, anything to help I.D. the k*ller?
The blue tattoo was not a blue tattoo!
The, uh, trace on Ford's arm and the victim's shirt were a match.
It's actually Loracal.
It's the medicine used to treat this.
Kind of makes you wonder about the origin of Blue Man...
Group.
Dwayne, you're here.
Where's Lasalle?
Good question.
What the hell am I looking at?
That appears to be Argyria.
It's caused by exposure to colloidal silver.
Lasalle had you working this?
Hmm? No.
Yes, he might've mentioned a past victim, who said the k*ller had a blue tattoo of nothing, and that the diner witness said the same thing.
This past case... the Hart m*rder?
Yeah, but look, the-the only reason that he didn't bring you in on it was 'cause he--
'Cause he wanted to be sure the two cases were connected.
Ford's place-- 836 Desire.
It's a cute house. I can't believe they wanted to tear it down.
Brody.
(quietly): Stairs.
(quietly): What...?
(slow footsteps creaking)
(quietly): He stopped.
He's on the run!
Lasalle: NCIS! Stop!
Federal Agents!
(car horn honks)
(tires screech)
Stop!
(indistinct conversations, people murmuring)
What in the hell were you doing back there?
I'm trying to connect Ford's m*rder to a past case.
I came by the house and saw the door.
We could've k*lled you-- you know that, right?
Not to mention we just lost a suspect.
No, no, see, that's just it.
I don't think he's going anywhere.
Oh, when did you become a freakin' wizard?
You saw the house.
All the moving boxes, closets searched?
(phone ringing)
He was looking for something.
Hello?
I know, he's right here.
It's Pride.
He wants you.
I know that look.
Thanksgiving's off-- am I right?
Funny. Ten-year-old case rises from the water.
Does that mean the Christopher I knew ten years ago has, too?
King...
'Cause he only cared about himself.
No matter his impact on others.
Look.
Old Lasalle is gone and he ain't coming back.
But I got a lead.
Yeah, I know.
Boxes in the house that you found on your own.
This is about Phil Hart's widow?
Yes.
Is she still in town?
Please tell me that you have not contacted her.
No, I wouldn't do that.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't bring you in on it from the beginning, all right?
I just needed something solid.
Well, Sebastian may have that.
Get in the car.
Detective... the Feds are here.
They're taking over the Hart case.
Don't know who you've been talking to, Petey, but the Hart m*rder's mine.
It's my ticket up the ladder to Vice.
That car is my evidence.
Hey, you!
I need you to step out.
I said out of the car.
NCIS Agent Pride.
But around this neighborhood, folks call me--
King-- yeah, so I hear.
The only problem is the only kings I answer to is God Almighty and Elvis.
So, cough up what you got and move on.
Need to learn some manners, son.
This is my case.
All right?
Need to step off.
Devil's costume.
What?
Mardi Gras 2003... we met.
Although the state you were in, I doubt you'd remember, Detective.
Oh, I remember.
It just has no bearing here, all right?
I got a widow to answer to.
I'm chasing a m*rder suspect.
Yeah, and I'm... chasing a thief.
Someone stole a hundred grand from a Navy Exchange.
Now, I've been going over the local dailies at the casino.
'Scrip matches a guy you're looking for.
Blue tattoo?
That's right.
There's a good chance that my armed robber... may be one in the same with your m*rder suspect.
Oh, good, you got my text.
Did he tell you how concerned he was about Thanksgiving?
Oh, I'm not worried.
King stuffed a Tofurkey with Navy rations-- it tasted more homemade than homemade.
See how much confidence we all have in you?
Your text?
Let you know I went rogue.
Meaning?
Why should you NCIS agents have all the fun?
I made a few calls, found a doctor who treated a man for Argyria.
Blue tattoo that wasn't a blue tattoo.
Yes, ma'am, Pride told me.
Turns out the good doctor treated a patient while that patient was serving time in prison.
Ed Tagget.
Arrested 2006 for armed robbery in Georgia.
Did time from 2007 to 2015.
Explains the ten-year absence.
Loretta, will you let me know if the coroner's life gets boring?
We'll set you up with a desk at our place.
Ten years ago, Lasalle and I worked our first case together.
Started when three men stole a hundred grand from a Navy Exchange.
Witness saw a man with a blue tattoo.
Yeah, we think that man is Tagget.
He k*lled Phil Hart, stole his car.
And tried to use it to escape, but the storm stopped him.
Found a few bills in the car.
Believe he hid the rest somewhere in the city.
Now he's back in town to get it.
The question is why did Tagget think Ford, pillar of the community, had that money?
Anything in the boxes at Ford's house?
Sonja: Nah, Sebastian's going through them.
There's nothing yet.
I've got something.
Present day victim.
Ford's current post was Algiers.
But ten years ago, he worked out of Belle Chasse.
Same place the heist happened.
Same timeframe?
Yep.
Worked part-time with the janitorial service.
Had keys to the Navy Exchange.
So Ford may have been an inside man.
Helps rob the place, Katrina hits, something goes wrong with the getaway-- he holds onto the money.
Tagget comes back to look for it.
Yeah, but the guy we chased out of Ford's residence was empty-handed.
Brody: Maybe he hid it somewhere else.
Or an accomplice has it.
I got this from the old case file.
It's the parking lot outside the Exchange.
One could be Tagget, one Ford and the other still have the money.
It was no use at the time, but given the magic of modern-day Sebastian, what do you bet we can get something now?
Call him.
Pride: Sure, baby, I know.
I miss you, too.
Uh-huh.
Put her on.
Just got those from surveillance.
It looks like three suspects.
Hey, Laurel.
You did?
That's great.
Well, I'm sending you hugs, boo.
All right, tell Mommy I love her.
I love you, too.
That's my wife and kid.
Uh-huh.
Can you enhance this?
Uh, that is enhanced.
Well, I thought you NCIS agents had all the fancy gadgets.
The money. This ain't no lead.
You want to go back to your flooded headquarters, feel free.
Well, then again, I might come with you.
Kind of stuffy in here.
I like a more relaxed, personable environs.
Detective?
This came for you.
The case?
My father.
No mail going in or out of New Orleans.
He gets a letter hand-delivered to you?
When he wants to get a message to someone... he finds a way.
Don't get along?
You get along with your dad?
(chuckles)
(phone rings)
Mm...
Pride.
Where?
Thanks.
Might have a lead on the m*rder.
Someone has some stolen bills from the heist.
Mrs. Hart, you used this stolen money to buy food.
Any idea where you got it from?
No.
You carry this kind of money around with you often?
All the time.
Got diamonds on the soles of my shoes, too.
Just a question.
We think that these three men stole a hundred grand from a Navy Exchange, and serial numbers match.
So... maybe you helped them get out of town or... they paid you and--
I found it next to my stuff, outside in the mud.
Just next to it, in the mud?
Yeah, it was stuck to my bag.
You think it came from someone around here?
I don't know.
Phil was a musician, right?
Probably doesn't have a lot of money.
You got a baby coming.
Are you calling my husband a thief?
Maybe what I saw the night before the storm wasn't a carjacking.
All right, Phil got in an argument with one of his partners... and gets sh*t over the money.
Where's the rest of it, Billy?
Detective, my whole life is in that bag right there.
That's it.
All in here?
Yeah.
Hey!
Stop! What does he think he's doing?
Lasalle... hey, stop.
We'll be leaving now.
There's something wrong with you, 'cause what you just did right there-- that wasn't about finding money or solving my husband's m*rder.
That, there, was about you.
Ms. Hart.
Hey.
That there was bad cop work.
Like someone's gonna issue a warrant in the middle of this chaos.
Not about a warrant.
It's about the person in there.
You could have simply asked, gotten permission.
Look, it's getting to me, too.
Come on.
Gotta keep working.
Coming?
(helicopter flying over)
You know, Michelangelo used to say of sculpting that the statue was already there.
He just had to remove the pieces around it.
Love to see him take apart something, pixel by pixel.
Uh-huh.
Whew!
Man, these boxes from Ford's house stink.
Yeah, it's all the mold-- you get used to it.
You get anything from them?
Not yet, but we're getting something.
Aspergillosis, aspergilloma, asthma.
Appreciate the sacrifice, Michelangelo.
I do what I can.
Lasalle, you okay?
Yeah, sometimes I wonder if I should have left it all behind.
Started all over after the storm, move somewhere else, like a lot of people did.
Well, I'm glad you stayed.
At least then you could see this-- check this out.
I wield a mean digital chisel.
That's Ford and Tagget, clear as day.
Uh-huh.
Lasalle: What about the other guy?
Can you zoom in on his face?
(tapping keys)
Uh, yeah, one sec.
Oliver Fray-- the witness from the diner.
He played us.
Pride: That's you, Oliver, clear as day.
You were one of Tagget's partners in the heist, ten years ago.
Look, I told you, I don't know where Tagget is, or the money.
Come on, Frosty, now, you lied to us when you were in that freezer.
I lied because Tagget's crazy.
You saw what he did to those people.
"Those people" have names: Ellen Hunt...
Todd Calhoun...
Sergeant Ned Ford...
Lasalle: And Phil Hart.
I don't, I don't know who that is.
Look, the heist connects you to Tagget, which connects you to the m*rder, so you got blood on your hands.
Just tell us where Tagget's holed up.
I don't know!
I mean, I barely even knew the man ten years ago.
He was working for an out-of-state syndicate.
They hired our crew to do the heist because I happened to have a guy on the inside.
Ford.
Yes.
And after the heist, we were supposed to meet up at Ford's place, but then the storm happened and we just figured Tagget took the money and ran.
And you hadn't seen him in ten years until he showed up at the diner?
No.
I mean, he shows up with Ford.
I mean, he's yelling out for me, he's-- for his money.
Then he starts sh**ting.
There was blood everywhere.
So I ran, I hid in the freezer.
How are we supposed to believe you?
Look... the storm changed us-- me and Ford.
I went straight, I became a cook.
Ford-- h-h-he served in Iraq, rebuilt neighborhoods.
I mean, that storm was our salvation.
From Phil Hart's m*rder?
Oh, God, I told you I don't know who Phil Hart is.
You know he d*ed on the side of the road, in the rain... his wife wailing.
I lost family, too, all right?
I had to find their bodies.
I don't see how this changes things.
Yeah?
You ever heard of a place called St. Gabriel?
Pride: We're on our way to get the body now, so...
Sure.
Thanks.
That was the office.
Phil and Billy Hart were nowhere near the heist.
Your office ran them?
With all the...
High-tech gadgets.
The stolen money is connected with a m*rder.
Storm or not... k*ller's on the loose.
Then we find Hart's body, get another lead.
Yeah, let's hope.
My wife would say it's none of my business, but...
...give me a hint.
It's a airplane ticket with a note.
"Come home."
Your dad's worried.
Any parent would be, given everything that's gone on.
Katrina...
Rita...
This isn't about any storms.
When me and my brother were kids, I always wanted to be the one with the badge.
Your father didn't take too well to that idea?
All he knows is what he sees on TV: cops making bad decisions.
Don't matter.
I knew the first time I laid eyes on New Orleans, this'd be the place I'd make my mark.
By solving cases, putting the bad guys away.
You make it sound like that's a bad thing.
It's how you go about it, son.
That's how you make your mark.
Looks like we're here.
Pride: Where lost souls come to be found.
Excuse me, I'm looking for NOPD tag number 513.
Phil Hart's body.
City morgue bodies are mixed in with everyone else, but...
I can help you look.
Dwayne...?
(laughs)
Loretta.
You are a sight for sore eyes.
You all right? Huh?
Look at you.
I'm so glad you're safe.
Linda? Laurel?
They're all good. All fine.
(quietly): Good.
Detective Lasalle... this is my good friend Dr. Loretta Wade.
We know each other from JPSO.
(chuckles)
Phil Hart.
We need his body for evidence.
Well, then, right this way.
Wade: You still working out of Algiers?
Pride: I am.
You know, it doesn't suit you, you know.
So uptight there.
(chuckles)
How can I be friendly... in hell?
What else am I gonna do, Detective?
A few weeks back, someone painted a number on my friend's door.
She liked to knit things.
Make people happy.
So now I volunteer for her.
I want to knit something-- anything-- out of this.
You're a good friend, Loretta.
513. Phil Hart.
(unzips bag)
It's not him.
(retching)
I never want to see anything like that again.
(gasping): Thank you.
Semper Gumby.
Gotta be flexible.
Job's more than just catching bad guys.
What am I supposed to tell Billy?
You tell her you'll keep working the case.
Work the case?
Look around, Agent Pride. There's nothing to work.
I mean, it's all gone.
How to make something out of nothing.
Talk to me. What do we know?
Well, I know I've never had Ramen noodle stuffing for Thanksgiving, ever.
The case. Right.
So, Oliver's going away for robbery.
Ned would be too if he was still alive.
We don't have Tagget.
He k*lled Ford, two innocent people at the diner, and Phil Hart.
Well, we know Tagget is still in town looking for the money.
He thought Ford had it, but he clearly didn't.
(phone chirps)
Brody: Is it possible Tagget hid the money somewhere else?
A guy matching Tagget's description was spotted near Angela and Dauphine.
Sonja: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Sergeant Ford lived near there about ten years ago.
8701 Burgundy.
8701? That's the same place Phil Hart lived ten years ago.
Brody: Oliver said they were supposed to meet up at Ford's apartment after the heist.
What if Tagget got there before anyone else did?
Hid the money in the floorboards, ceilings-- someplace where it'd be safe.
Research former residents, property management companies.
Chris, you're with me.
k*ller's returning to the scene of the crime.
Let's meet him there.
Pride (quietly): Chris...!
(panting)
House is gone.
(Pride sighs)
Now what?
Work the case.
Right.
Anything on the BOLO?
Checking.
No, nothing so far.
(phone beeping)
What about the old case?
Any other witnesses?
No, there weren't any.
(ringing)
Sebastian might have something.
Graphology for the win.
You lost me already, kid.
Oh, uh, handwriting analysis.
Clues into someone's psyche.
Like, Dwayne, the reason that your O's are so broad is 'cause you're...
I know what graphology is.
What does it have to do with our case?
Oh, well, I found lots of different handwriting on the boxes from Ford's house.
Basically, all the boxes came from his old apartment building, but they weren't all his-- some were from other tenants.
So the apartment's condemned.
Moving company puts all the stuff in storage.
Boxes got mixed up.
Pride: Which means... one of the other tenants could have the money.
Brody: Ten years later, different addresses.
He keeps doing that.
Hmm?
What are you looking for?
An elephant. Stuffed elephant.
All right, well, just be careful-- there's a lot of mold there.
You could get a fungal ball in your...
Where are the boxes that Tagget opened-- the ones with the fingerprints?
Be the one.
Billy Hart.
Come on, where are you?
And this... was hers.
She couldn't find it ten years ago because it got packed up by accident.
So Ford could've gotten her stuff and she could've gotten the money?
Yeah, and if Tagget opened this box and saw these pictures, he could've recognized her.
Pride, I think I know where he's going.
I don't understand.
The case.
All of our leads are dried up.
What about my husband's body?
Pride: We haven't been able to locate it, but we're gonna keep looking.
Why do you keep telling her that?
Detective... wait outside.
Look, it's not our job anymore.
Detective, I said to wait out...
So you're just giving up?
Dwayne "King" Pride and I have used up all our resources, okay? (groans)
We're never gonna find him.
Hey, you're done!
Now, outside! Now! Leave!
Pride: You talk that way to all women?
Or just grieving widows?
After you settle down, you're gonna go back in there and you're gonna apologize.
There's no fixing this.
I can't undo what I just did.
I'm through. I'm... I got to get out of here.
And go where?
I'm gonna go back to 'Bama.
Back to... normalcy.
Okay.
Okay, maybe you should go, but if you stay... this case, it'll come around again.
You're gonna have a chance to solve it... and help that woman in there.
That's for you.
I failed.
All right? I can't... I can't do it. I'm leaving.
Billy: Help! Somebody! I need... help!
(grunts) The baby's coming.
All right, all right, let's get you to a hospital.
No, no! It's coming right now!
All right, all right, we're gonna help you.
What?
Right over here.
All right? Easy, easy. (gasping)
Here we go. Easy. There you go, there you go. Good. Good.
(Billy gasping, groaning) All right... see if you can get me some clean towels, and boil some water.
(gasping, groaning)
Easy.
All right, get another pillow.
(Billy gasping)
And find out if there's a doctor.
Look for a doctor.
Hey, give me that.
Give me that.
I need my elephant!
Your what?
In my bag... should be a... a stuffed elephant.
Okay.
Or I can't do this...
(Billy crying, gasping)
All right.
It was Phil's when he was a kid.
Something to hold on to in case I wasn't with him.
(crying): Oh... oh, I can't do this.
Yes, yes, you can. You can.
I can't do this without him.
You can. Just breathe.
I can't find it.
All right, then hold her hand.
All right, just slow, easy.
That's it, that's it.
You're doing good.
Don't you let go.
I won't.
You're gonna be okay.
We're all gonna do this together.
(gasping) That's right.
(yelling)
Okay...
Hey.
Hey.
Sorry to bother you, but I think your kid left this at the park.
Mine picked it up accidentally.
(clicking)
(low, indistinct conversation)
(quietly): I got eyes on Tagget-- behind the door.
g*n on the girls.
Pride (over radio): On your signal, Chris.
Sorry, that's... not ours.
(sniffles)
Here you go.
You should have this.
Now!
(g*nf*re)
Lasalle: Come on!
NCIS, Tagget!
It's over.
Put your g*n down.
Hands where we can see 'em-- easy!
I ain't leavin' without my money!
Lasalle: There's nowhere to run! Give yourself up!
Drop your w*apon.
Lasalle: Agent Pride, we just cleared our first case together.
Better late than never.
I'll make sure the Navy gets this.
Lasalle: How they doing?
Shaken up, but they'll be okay.
Billy didn't even know she had the money.
Never opened the boxes.
Didn't want to unearth the past.
Lasalle: Maybe she finds a little peace from this.
Pride: That sounds like a plan.
All right.
That what I think it is?
My out.
My escape.
My exit plan.
If things don't work out here, you can always go back home.
I am home.
Whew!
And I'm hungry.
Let's go eat.
Commander's Palace?
Even better.
(lively music playing)
Hey! Here we go.
Where are the boys?
CJ and Danny are coming soon.
Help out.
Yes, ma'am.
Wade (laughing): They are baking an apple pie from scratch.
Just hope my kitchen's still standing.
(everyone laughs)
Heard from Patton. He just landed.
I thought he was spending the holiday on Miami Beach.
He was, until he heard who was cooking tonight... decided to cut his vacation short.
Anybody hungry?
Pride: Hey!
(everyone laughs and exclaims happily)
There he is! Thank you so much for coming, Donald.
Anything for family, King.
How are you, Loretta?
Mr. Link, what is that divine smell?
Link: That would be my grandma's dressing.
Hey, uh, Pride, this sure beats ramen noodles, right?
(everyone groans, laughs)
Sebastian: All right, hold on, hold on.
Thanksgiving's not about the food, okay?
It's about the amount of food that you stuff in your face.
Sonja: All right. Whatever.
(laughter)
And the company you keep.
Glad you guys could make it.
Thanks for the invitation.
And for everything you've done for us.
It's my job.
Lisa... (lively music playing) this is NCIS Agent Lasalle.
He's one of the good guys.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Hey, pocky-a-way ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah ♪
♪ Hey, pocky-a-way ♪
♪ Do it to ya! ♪
(vocalist improvising)
♪ ♪