NCIS - 13x12 - Sister City, Part I (crossover)
(speaks Russian)
That's Russian, I think they want us to get out.
Very observant, Mr. Palmer.
(speaks Russian)
Okay, hey, the g*ns are unnecessary, all right?
I am a complete physical coward.
What exactly are you looking for?
I-I'm not a thr*at.
(speaks Russian)
It is my duty to inform you that this van is the property of NCIS, and you're committing a federal offense by... by searching...
I don't think they care, Doctor.
(speaking Russian)
(speaking Russian)
Diplomatic.
Thanks, I was trying to strike a discreet tone.
No, Mr. Palmer, the plates on their SUV were diplomatic.
Yeah, fair to say Jethro's little ruse is working.
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪
Bishop, I heard you were coming on a secret mission.
Yeah, this town is ridiculous to drive in.
What's up with the no left turns?
(gate closing)
Well, it's bad luck.
But yours is good, just in time for breakfast.
No time.
You need to take me to Dr. Wade.
I come bearing gifts.
You could have just brought bagels.
Who says I didn't?
♪ NCIS: New Orleans 2x12 ♪
Sister City, Part II
Original Air Date on January 5, 2016
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Pavlenko was just in New Orleans.
Need to know why.
Gibbs figures his body holds a clue.
So you shanghaied his body and drove all night.
That's badass, Bishop.
Nerve-racking.
Sure I'd be pulled over by highway patrol.
Had no idea how to explain the dead Russian diplomat in my van.
Wouldn't be the weirdest thing they ever saw.
Not by far.
Hi, Dr. Wade.
Special Agent Bishop, what a surprise.
Uh, I wasn't alerted of any homicides this morning.
Technically, he d*ed last night.
Well, sad news to be sure, but this is highly irregular.
It's a medical examiner's job to secure the body, transfer it from the crime scene.
Chain of custody to consider.
Well, chain of custody doesn't really apply here.
Does Dwayne know about this?
Pride: Package has been received.
We'll hopefully have some answers soon.
Gibbs: Problems?
Loretta was not to thrilled.
How'd the director take it?
(chuckles) Oh, you don't want to know.
(chuckles) 'Cause if you did tell him, he'd be required to inform the Russians.
Well, Russians are already pissed.
Their attaché's not only dead but missing.
I'd be pissed, too.
So where does that leave us, Gibbs?
Other than on the brink of an international incident?
Well, we got five bodies to consider...
Jenner Blye's airplane.
Yeah, Pavlenko's our only link.
His body might hold the answer.
And before he d*ed, he was here in New Orleans at a secret meeting with our tech billionaire, Blye.
And he's missing, and he's probably dead.
Yeah.
Meeting was about Manta Ray?
DoD compartmented project?
Not anymore.
I spoke to SecDef.
He read me in.
And you're next.
Bishop?
Hey, Brody. (chuckles)
Had to come back from the morgue, do some Russia research.
Oh, I'm sitting on your desk, aren't I?
That's okay, stay comfortable, make yourself at home.
I'll-I'll brew you a cup of green tea.
Okay, hold on.
What's up?
Nothing.
I'm gonna make your tea.
Mm.
You know, don't you?
You know about my divorce.
Uh, McGee may have let it slip on the phone, but I will not say a word.
Sonja: Morning.
Bishop, right?
I'm Sonja Percy.
Ah, the other new girl.
It's nice to finally meet you.
Oh, and sorry about your divorce.
I may have let it slip once.
Okay.
Ellie.
Hey.
Hey, how you doing?
Good.
Good, good.
Listen, when the case is done, we're gonna head over to Sal's, crawfish and beer, and we'll sort this all out.
Maybe twice?
All right, project Manta Ray (clears throat) from Blye Industries.
Next generation warship, undetectable by radar, able to deliver m*ssile payload anywhere in the world.
Never heard of it.
'Cause it never got off the ground.
Shelved a year ago, too costly.
Well, someone's k*lling for it.
Best guess: Russian government.
Pride: One suspect in particular, Eva Azarova, GRU sleeper agent trained as a special operative.
Been in New Orleans the last six months, gathering Intel on Jenner Blye and probably Manta Ray.
May have k*lled Pavlenko and the others after they found out what she was doing for the Russian government.
If she doesn't want to be found, she won't be.
Well, one person who can help us.
Luca?
Agent Pride.
Been too long. (chuckles)
You expecting anyone?
No.
I'm all alone.
I join you?
Sure.
Pride: I'll take a dozen.
Abby put a tracking device in my shoe, didn't she?
It's like college all over again.
(chuckles)
No, she just figured after two days away from home, you'd want oysters.
You've wasted your time.
I have no idea where Eva is.
She came in five minutes ago.
She's in the ladies'.
No back exit.
Only way out's through the front.
Agent Pride, is it?
Have a seat.
I'm not staying.
Like to ask you some questions.
About what?
Pride: Six murders.
Possibly a seventh.
Including your boss, Pavlenko.
I haven't k*lled anyone.
Then you won't mind coming in.
I do mind.
And if you don't tell your agents to stop moving, I will start sh**ting.
Whoa, Eva, where'd that g*n come from?
It's all right, Luca.
If she was gonna sh**t, she would have done it already.
You don't want a scene, and neither do I.
I haven't hurt anyone yet, and I don't want to start now, so just let me go in peace.
Afraid I can't do that.
Man: Oysters are up.
Look, the food's here.
Let's eat, and-and just figure something out.
Luca... let your faith be bigger than your fear.
Yeah, that's a good idea, Luca.
Let's eat, okay?
Come on. (grunting)
(people exclaiming)
(people shouting)
(grunts)
Hold Luca here.
Luca: Am I under arrest?
Not at the moment.
Then I'm free to go.
Didn't say that either.
We found weapons, cash, and recording devices in your house.
Now you're helping a suspected m*rder*r.
Eva's my friend.
Come on now, Luca.
Eva's a spy.
She pretended to be your friend.
She seduced you, she drugged you, she dumped you in a roadside motel.
You're just like Abby.
So untrusting.
(chair scrapes on floor)
Untrusting is the last word I would ever use to describe your sister.
Go on, eat, kid.
Can't eat that.
Bread's no good.
Fresh baked.
From the store.
I apologize for not baking it myself.
Been kind of busy keeping you out of trouble.
Luca...
I need your help.
Need to know how to find Eva and bring her in.
Dwayne, I know it looks bad.
I get that Eva isn't everything, or even anything, that she claimed to be, but I also know that she's good inside.
I won't help you trap her, no matter what you're gonna do to me.
What I'm gonna do to you...
I'm gonna keep you here... so you don't get hurt.
You can think about everything I just said, however... (line ringing) ...I'm the least of your worries.
Abby: Hello, Dwayne?
Abby.
Please tell me my brother's there.
Yeah, he's right here.
What you got, Miss Loretta?
“What we know is not much.
What we don't know is enormous.”
How's that now?
Pierre-Simon de Laplace.
Is he our suspect?
No, Christopher.
He's a French astronomer, d*ed in 1827.
Those were his last words.
“Now comes the mystery.”
Oh, I'm afraid I don't know that one.
Henry Ward Beecher, a social reformer and abolitionist.
Well played, Ducky.
(chuckles)
How about our victim, is he telling you anything?
Uh, not much.
But I can confirm Mr. Pavlenko's death was caused by a very powerful neurotoxin.
Batrachotoxin, to be precise.
Same as the five bodies on the plane.
Well, it doesn't seem like that was worth all the smoke and mirrors to sneak him down here, just for that.
Patience, Agent Lasalle.
Dr. Wade isn't finished.
Yes, there's something else.
Mosquitos.
Louisiana state bird.
Oh, he has at least a dozen of these bites on his ankles and arms.
And judging by the inflammation, recently acquired.
I've taken samples and given them to Sebastian to analyze.
“I drank what?”
Socrates' last words, right after drinking hemlock.
We're not doing that anymore, (chuckles) are we?
Okay, well, I'm processing the blood samples that I've gotten so far.
Mosquitos can sometimes leave microscopic traces behind.
Theoretically, a biological GPS.
So these bites can tell us where Pavlenko's been?
Well, when do we get the results?
(chirping)
Oh.
That'd be now.
Sebastian did an analysis on Pavlenko's bug bites.
Came back with a full spectrum of the little critter's ecosystem-- bacteria, plant life, and some other stuff.
Points to a single geographic area in the wetlands, hundred miles outside of New Orleans.
Well, what's the Russian attaché doing in the boonies?
Sightseeing?
No.
This is a protected habitat.
Some sort of rare turtle.
No people allowed.
However, I was able to call in a favor to the NSA and get the most recent satellite images.
What am I looking at?
Park ranger station?
Not that far into the wetlands, an unmanned research facility set up to monitor the ecosystem.
Owned and operated by Blye Industries.
And according to thermal imaging... there's someone in there.
♪ ♪
(insects trilling)
(knocking)
Man: Whoa!
Jenner Blye?
In the flesh.
NCIS Agents Pride and Lasalle.
You alone?
Yeah.
You got a lot of people lookin' for you.
We gotta get you to safety.
Not going anywhere.
Your life is in danger.
(scoffs) Not the first time.
You don't understand.
Blye: But I do.
I know exactly what kind of danger I'm in.
What happened to the people on my plane.
It's why I'm staying here until you sort it out.
I got water, food...
Nothing to worry about.
(grunts, chokes)
Pride: Hey. Hey.
Jenner's been through a terrible ordeal.
Just spoke with his doctor.
He has some sort of neurotoxin in his blood system.
He's lucky to be alive.
He may have permanent paralysis in his left leg.
He needs his rest.
We understand that, but we just need to ask him a few questions.
You're gonna have to wait.
Back it up, Huxley.
Boys saved my life.
Let 'em ask their questions.
Want to tell us about Manta Ray?
Project we started for the Navy.
Something special, something different.
So, of course, DoD decided to scrap the project.
Don't be cynical, Dalton.
DoD gave us the green light to create a modified version of the ship for commercial use.
Non-weaponized.
Sold it to a Norwegian company for oil exploration.
How do Russians figure in?
Backstrum Drull.
A shell corporation created in Moscow to buy foreign technology otherwise unavailable to them.
Sonja: Norwegian national police raided Backstrum Drull's factory early this morning.
No sign of the ship at all.
Brody: Manta Ray may already be built and at sea.
Russians were able to trick Blye Industries into giving up Manta Ray.
Then, when their plot was exposed, they tried to k*ll anyone in the know.
One Russian has had access to all of our victims.
Sonja: Eva Azarova.
Not just a spy, but an assassin.
If assassinating anyone with knowledge of the plot was Eva's goal, then why stick around?
Why not split?
I don't know. Maybe, uh... the job's not done.
Commander Lively and Pavlenko met at Jenner Blye's house.
Who else was there?
That'd be me.
I was cooking that night.
Come on.
Don't hold anything back.
Hold what back?
Tell it to me straight.
All the gory details.
I can handle it.
Sebastian, what are you talking about?
And what are you doing?
(grunts)
Huh? Oh, h-hold on.
I got Dr. Mallard here.
He's talking me through the effects of the batrachotoxin.
My glove ripped while I was handling the evidence from Jenner Blye's cabin.
Do you have any hand sanitizer?
Sebastian, if you've had contact with batrachotoxin, hand sanitizer will do you no good.
Oh, man. That bad, huh?
All right, well, tell me the truth.
Does it look like my nervous system is shutting down?
Considering you're not convulsing, I think you'll be okay.
Now move away from my closet.
I don't want Hurricane Sebastian blowing through my shelves again.
Oh, no, Dr. Mallard.
I wasn't blowing through anything.
I was anxiously sifting, if we're going to put a label..
(electronic squeal)
Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
What is it?
Oh, man, some kind of interference in the Bluetooth.
(electronic clicking, squealing)
Ooh. It gets worse as I get closer to the freezers.
Ah...
(clicking, squealing increases)
Sebastian: It's a listening device and a transmitter hidden inside an implant.
Mandibular 19, to be exact.
And it's operating?
Means someone's been listening to every word said in autopsy.
Now they know Pavlenko's body is here.
So much for off the books.
Yeah, but if it's the Russians, why haven't they come to claim their body?
Espionage, Sebastian.
He's more valuable in our custody... where they can monitor everything we say.
That's all right.
We can use this to draw them in.
Sebastian...
You up for a road trip?
Man, gotta hand it to them Russians.
They OG with their tradecraft.
Man had a transmitter hidden in his tooth and he probably didn't even know it.
Can you trace the signal?
Oh, I got in on their frequency right away.
Triangulation is a bit trickier.
If it was one of ours, it would the size of a fleck of dust that could be monitored from halfway around the world.
Man, I'd be all over that thing.
But it's one of theirs.
Old school, right?
Yeah, Ruskies, they still analog in the digital world.
That's that Kruschev five-year plan mess.
Wait. I think I found the origin of the signal.
It's here, in New Orleans.
Brighton House, huh?
Not exactly cloak-and-dagger.
More like gin and tonic.
(scoffs)
But Patton backtraced the transmitter signal to here.
(indistinct conversations)
(techno music playing)
Yo, is that dubstep?
(Russian accent): Uh, you have to excuse Yanov.
(music stops)
His taste in music is atrocious.
And you are?
Paulina Kurteva.
GRU.
Well, actually, Dwayne, I work in the diplomatic corps now.
And you two know each other?
We worked the same case.
A crooked Marine embassy guard took advantage of a naive Russian woman who worked for the Foreign Service.
Close.
My Marine was the victim.
Your “naive woman” was a honey trap.
Agree to disagree.
We need to talk, Paulina.
The last time you and I talked was at a Turkish coffeehouse and you recorded the entire conversation.
You can check me for a wire.
Let's walk.
Tell me about Anton Pavlenko.
Very sad state of affairs.
Complicated by the fact that your agency misplaced his body.
You know exactly where Pavlenko is.
It's the reason you're in New Orleans.
I am in New Orleans for rest and relaxation.
Your men, their tattoos...
Russian Special Forces.
Even soldiers deserve a break.
And Eva Azarova?
I don't know that name.
Should I?
You haven't been using listening devices, now, have you, Paulina?
Now that would be considered an act of espionage.
Yeah, that's right.
Only this time, it'd be me arresting you.
However, here I am, enjoying a Bloody Mary and not a handcuff in sight.
Not yet.
Abby: From what I can tell, it's Russian.
The microcircuitry is primitive.
Yeah, and since it's spy tech, there's probably no serial number.
Do you think it's still on?
No, Patton said that he redirected the...
(clears throat)
...redirected the signal to control the transmission, but... you know, better safe than sorry.
Spent the whole flight just repeating stuff I read in Jack Ryan novels.
So how's my brother?
Uh, I haven't seen him.
Been at the lab, and he's being detained at NCIS.
“Detained”?
Like a prisoner?
Uh, no. No, no, no, no.
Just in the sense that, you know, he can't leave, uh, or do anything and-and has to be monitored.
Luca just doesn't get it.
He could be in real trouble here and go to real jail.
All because of some girl he met at church and he thinks he can save.
You should tell him that, Abby.
I can't.
He won't answer my phone calls or my texts or my e-mails.
A serial number.
On the tooth?!
On the tooth.
Lasalle: How'd it go?
Pride saw an old friend today.
Friend's a word for it.
Uh, did you know Pride got arrested in Moscow once?
Been arrested in a lot of interesting places, Sonja.
Other than that, did the Russians spill?
Didn't expect 'em to.
My man. My man, my man, my man.
Talk to me.
Did a good job, brother.
Sonja: Did good how?
Oh, I put a program in Pride's phone that allowed me to clone any other cell phone it comes in contact with.
And it worked?
Like a charm.
I'm imbedded in one of those Russian phones.
Brody and Bishop are following the Russians as we speak, picking up every word they're saying.
♪ ♪
(men continue speaking Russian)
Can't listen to any more of this.
Driving around for 45 minutes, and Boris won't shut up about his girlfriend.
I think his name is Ilya.
Boris is the one with the shaved head.
Mm.
Listen, if you need to talk about your divorce...
I don't.
Okay.
I get it.
We barely know each other.
It's your personal business.
I'll stay out of it.
Everyone expects me to have some kind of profound feeling, like the earth's moved and my world's changed overnight, but the truth is it doesn't feel any different.
I'm still me, Jake is still Jake.
We just aren't together anymore, and that's sad but also right.
Wow.
I feel better.
Thank you for that.
Anytime.
(pounding on door)
(man shouts in Russian)
(glass shatters)
(g*n fires)
♪ ♪
Brody.
Clear.
Another one.
Got a third.
(pounding)
They got away.
What is that delicious smell?
Osso buco, for you.
Oh, I'm a...
Vegan, I know.
So is this.
Made with carrots instead of veal.
Okay.
♪ ♪
Mmm. That's good.
I got some of the regular stuff for Special Agent Bishop.
Oh, she's heading back to DC, briefing the director on all the trouble your girlfriend's causing.
Not my girlfriend.
I mean, I want her to be.
But there's complications, as you know.
Okay, stop, just stop.
I-I know, I get it.
She lied to me, but underneath...
Are more lies.
(laughs softly)
Look.
I know you want to believe her, but you got to accept the fact that Eva is not who you think she is.
That's not how faith works.
You don't choose to have it sometimes and not have it others.
That's some church talk.
Maybe.
Doesn't make me wrong.
I used to do what Eva does.
Worked undercover.
Convinced a lot of people of a lot of things.
She's wanted by us and her own people.
There's nothing more you can do for her now.
Sorry if I kept you waiting.
Last time we were together in a room like this...
I was on the other side of the table.
And the thermostat wasn't working correctly, if I recall.
(chuckles) This is gonna be good.
Look at that body language.
Figured that was just an old GRU interrogation technique.
Oh, I have a subtler touch, Dwayne.
I recall.
Times change, though.
For instance, I see you are no longer married.
♪ ♪
That's the past.
(speaker clicks off)
What the hell?
Tell me what happened today.
My men were k*lled in a tragic and unfortunate incident.
In Eva Azarova's apartment.
As attaché for the Russian government, I have full diplomatic immunity.
I'll leave now.
No, Paulina, you won't.
The Russian government has been involved in an operation to steal U.S. Navy secrets.
Project Manta Ray.
That's an absurd accu...
Don't play games.
Anton Pavlenko, a member of your consulate, exposed the plot.
He and five others were assassinated, probably by Eva Azarova, your agent.
Neither I nor my people took part in any murders.
I may be many things, Dwayne...
You are, Paulina.
Have a seat.
Eva was working directly for Counselor Pavlenko.
She was assigned to a sensitive matter.
Spying on Jenner Blye.
In the last few days, we started to question Pavlenko's loyalty.
Because you were listening to every word he said.
Who's telling the story here?
Sorry.
Continue.
I was dispatched to examine the matter more closely.
We called Eva in, but she never responded.
She's off the reservation?
Work with me.
We'll bring her back together, get some answers.
No, I'm perfectly capable of keeping my own house in order.
Really?
'Cause by my count, you're down by five.
I haven't lost anyone.
(knocking on door)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Pride: What the hell happened?
He kicked through the back window and jumped over the wall.
Probably on his way to find Eva.
Who's probably gonna try to k*ll him.
I've already put a BOLO out.
Patton's monitoring his cell phone and credit cards.
We're hitting the streets.
He won't get far, King.
Yeah, that's all well and good, but there's still one thing we need to do.
Somebody's got to tell Abby.
♪ ♪
He did what?!
How could you let this happen?!
Sebastian: I... I-I didn't.
I-I was here with you, remember?
Solving crime, tracking Russian dentists.
It's just, I drew the short straw on this, so I had to be the one to tell you.
Luca has almost been k*lled, like, three times in two days.
Yeah, and everyone's working really hard to get him back.
That's not good enough, Sebastian.
(exhales)
Um...
What... what are you doing?
Breathing exercises.
Trying to find serenity.
And it's not working.
If something happens to him, I will never forgive myself.
I shouldn't have let him go back there.
I can't lose him.
Well, you-you haven't.
It's like, um...
It's like Schrodinger's cat.
Okay?
Cat's in the box, right?
Could be dead, could be alive, but as long as you don't open that box, your brother's still alive.
That's a horrible analogy.
I know, I'm sorry, I just...
I'm not very good at analogies.
Or physics.
But look, look, you-you would know if something bad happened, right?
Like with that plane.
You just, you knew that Luca was all right.
Like he was sending you signals.
Right.
Signals.
Yeah.
Transmitter.
It's the teeth, Sebastian, the teeth.
(chuckling): Oh.
Takes more than a cup of tea to warm me up.
But you haven't tasted it yet.
I'm gonna do something nice for you.
You can do something nice for me.
What am I looking at?
Your associate's teeth.
Take a close look.
Specifically, mandibular 19.
Implants.
Each implant contains a transmitter.
Jam, right?
You remember.
Pavlenko had one, too.
It's how you tracked him to New Orleans, listened to his conversations.
We traced the implants to a dentist in Moscow who's making a tidy profit servicing members of the GRU.
You probably been to him.
Oh, these teeth are all mine.
No implants.
It's Eva we want.
She's the one with blood on her hands.
She's not done.
And she has an implant, doesn't she?
All I want is Eva's location.
Give us the frequency of her transmitter.
We'll work together on this.
And when it's done, you can go home.
(crowd chatter)
Eva: Took you long enough.
“Let your faith be bigger than your fear.”
Said it at the oyster bar.
And you said it to me right here, the first time that we kissed.
You have a lot to explain to me, Eva.
They're saying things about you.
I wish I could deny them.
It's true?
Yes.
And I want to apologize, for what I've done, and for what I'm about to do.
What is it?
What are you about to do?
I knew that you would follow me here.
Even if it put you in danger.
Even if everyone told you that I was a k*ller.
But I'm taking advantage, because I knew that he would follow you here, too.
He's been tracking you.
Who are you talking about?
Luca, listen, I...
Eva Azarova.
Hands where we can see them, okay?
Luca, step away from her.
Luca, down, down! Get down!
(g*nf*re, people shouting)
Sonja: Move! Down! Down!
(g*nf*re, people screaming)
Brody, Lasalle, you got eyes on the sh**t?
You got a location?
Yeah, he's on the balcony, black hat.
Pride, it's Huxley.
Yeah, I got him.
(g*nf*re continues)
Eva, stop!
(g*nsh*t)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(clattering)
(both grunting)
Pride: Huxley!
Put it down.
Time to come in, Eva.
Can you explain why Blake Huxley, Jenner Blye's security chief, was trying to k*ll you?
Technically, he was trying to k*ll Luca.
Because Luca was the last person alive who attended a secret meeting at Jenner Blye's house-- a meeting about your people stealing our technology.
I have no people anymore.
You proved that by k*lling three Russian security agents.
That was Huxley, too.
Luca might believe you're just a casualty here; I'm gonna need convincing.
I know who's behind that glass.
And if I talk to you, she puts me away for treason.
And if I don't talk...
I put you away for espionage.
A woman without a country.
But not without friends.
“Let your faith be bigger than your fear,” right?
Luca risked a lot for you.
He supported you when no one else would.
At the very least, you might want to earn his high regard here.
Pavlenko was my mentor.
He taught me that our work was more than just spy games.
Human lives on the line.
(laughs): Oh...
So he had you seduce Luca... gather intelligence on Jenner Blye, for human lives?
Yes, actually.
Pavlenko learned that our government had stolen the Manta Ray designs.
I was confirming it.
The operation backfired.
People started dying.
But you didn't run.
I needed to learn who k*lled Pavlenko, make it right.
But they were on me, every moment.
Pride: Well, you, uh... you might want to consider getting a new dentist.
Transmitter.
Mandibular 19.
(wry chuckle)
This is how I've lived my entire life.
Not as a person, but as a tool.
But Luca sees me differently.
So you used Luca as bait.
Yes.
In order to save his life.
(scoffs)
Otherwise, eventually, Huxley would have m*rder*d him.
Why?
Why did Blake Huxley want everybody silenced?
He serving the Russians, too?
He's serving somebody.
(sighs)
Lasalle: Mr. Blye.
Special Agent Lasalle.
Spare a moment of your time?
Still learning to move with the paralysis in my left side.
(groans)
If I stop, I might topple over.
Lean on me.
According to your flight manifest, says you're heading to Venezuela.
They have a growing shipping industry, new markets.
And a complicated extradition to the States.
Pavlenko came to you and your people, warning that the Russians tricked you into selling them Manta Ray.
But it wasn't a trick, was it?
Watch yourself.
You just accused me of treason.
Also accusing you of ordering your man Huxley to commit at least six murders.
(sirens wailing, tires screeching)
Are you arresting me?
I'm a sick man, need medical attention.
That's 'cause you poisoned yourself.
You wanted us to find you in that cabin.
What do you want?
Other than a full confession?
How to locate the Manta Ray.
You okay?
Yeah. It looks worse than it is.
They're letting me say good-bye before I go.
You should run.
She should not, Luca.
Thank you for believing in me.
I always will.
You're a good man.
Call your sister.
(chuckles)
(phone beeps)
(line ringing)
Abby: Luca.
Abby.
Where are you?
Why haven't you...
We need to talk.
Assuming I'm free to go.
You are, Paulina.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Don't think so.
Hmm? My compatriot, huh?
There she is.
She is coming with me.
Pride: Uh, hold up.
Uh, might be a slight misunderstanding.
She can't go with you just yet.
DoD needs to debrief her.
Could take a couple of months, maybe longer.
You know how bureaucracy is.
I won't even pretend to be surprised, Dwayne.
Well... (clears throat)
Until next time.
What she just say?
I don't know.
She was whispering.
Don't look at me.
I don't speak Russian.
Thank you.
Sonja's gonna get you up to DC.
Meet with Special Agent Gibbs.
Stay out of trouble.
(cell phone ringing)
Huh. Gibbs.
(phone beeps)
Nice of you to call.
D-Man.
Good job on Jenner Blye.
Team effort, yours and mine.
(chuckles) Just like that Miami op?
Well, little less paperwork.
Any luck tracking the Manta Ray?
Well, I hear it's about to hit an iceberg.
Good.
Didn't even cause an international incident.
Unlike the Miami op.
(chuckles) Until next time.
“Laissez Les bons temps rouler”