♪ Don't stop, baby, keep on moving ♪
♪ Just don't stop and keep on groovin', ooh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Don't stop till the break of dawn ♪
♪ Don't stop, baby, all night long ♪
♪ You know I ain't coming on ♪
♪ Oh, babe, should-a called the law... ♪
(song ends)
Hey.
You can't be back here without clearance.
What the hell are you doing?
(yelling fiercely)
(man screams)
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x16 ♪
Second Chances
Original Air Date on February 23, 2016
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
It's been over a week now, and Percy hasn't returned one call.
I told you something was off, and you were all, “Pride says it's no big deal, then it's no big deal”
Plus, knowing Sonja, she's probably off getting another certification in advanced forensic techniques or... something else to make us feel inadequate.
Well, whatever it is, I think it's common courtesy to return a text.
(laughs) The amount you text, I wouldn't be surprised if she blocked you.
What?!
Come on, you haven't been blocked by a girl?
I mean, I know I've done it to guys.
You ignore 'em long enough, and eventually, the creepers give up.
I'm not a creeper, I'm a co-worker.
No, you're a work-husband.
Now, you coined that, not me.
Chris Lasalle doesn't get blocked.
He does the blocking.
Hmm! Really!
Our victim is Chief Petty Officer Jim Tobin.
I spoke to his CO.
Young man had a spotless record.
Recently promoted to construction manager, overseeing new drainage and sewage piping on the base.
What do you got, Loretta?
The skewer here punctured through his subclavian artery, caused massive hemorrhaging, blood loss.
Took his final breath shortly after.
He has bruising on his face and defensive wounds on his hands.
Suggests an altercation.
Pride: And with the rebar being what... eight, ten feet away from the ledge up there, either he had a running start before taking the plunge, or...
Or he was pushed.
Lasalle: Check this out.
It's a body camera.
I wear one when I go sport-fishing.
You wear a camera fishing?
When you come back after catching a 300-pound marlin, you want footage of the battle, show the grandkids.
Pride: Huh. Rebar must've knocked the camera off on impact.
Hey, guys, there's another camera up here, so if either one of 'em was rolling...
Whoever pushed our Seabee might be on film.
Problem with this one-- USB port's busted, no playback.
If only we knew someone who could fix it.
So I'm working on the trench cam now.
These files are corrupt, but I'm gonna salvage what I can.
What do y'all think about the Triple P mobile?
Huh? He's been stashing his cash away for this.
Portable mobile command center.
A*F has one.
FBI, DEA has one. I figured NCIS get one, too.
Portable command center?
This is more like a man cave on wheels.
(chuckles) What's this, an entertainment system?
Patton: That's a HD plasma screen.
No, nope-- for business purposes only.
Hey, what about the full bar?
Is that for business purposes, too?
(Brody laughs)
I'm only human, man.
(computer blipping)
We're up.
(audio fast-forwarding)
Tobin: Hey, can't be back here.
Oh, looky-looky.
Someone took something they shouldn't have.
What's in his bag?
What the hell are you doing? (groaning)
(blows thudding, men grunting)
(Tobin screaming)
Ooh.
Lasalle: Oh.
Pride: Freeze it right there!
Got you, sucka.
k*ller got that transpo van onto a Navy construction site.
Must have had an access card.
Cards are dated and time-coded when you enter the base.
He's got to be in the system.
Patton: Jackpot.
Julian Kaufman.
Pulling up his files now.
Lasalle: Runs a construction company out of Baton Rouge. Contracted by the Navy six months back to help out on this little maintenance project, but his access was restricted.
Shouldn't have been back there at that trailer.
Yeah, I'm guessing he owns a white van?
Patton: He owns a whole fleet of 'em.
All right, Brody, get NOPD to go to his residence.
Right.
Patton, Lasalle, get me the licenses on those vans.
I want a BOLO out on every last one of 'em.
(van door closing)
Officer: Suspect's vehicle overturned in pursuit on Chef Menteur Highway.
Louisiana State Police heli spotted the van after we put out the APB.
Troopers tried to pull him over, he fled.
Dead Man's Curve claimed another victim.
Yeah, apparently, he doesn't abide by “click it or ticket.”
Well, let's see what was worth k*lling our Seabee over.
Looks like he already unpacked.
Pride, Brody... expl*sive ordinances.
Kaufman was stealing Navy TNT?
Enough for a big...
big boom.
Our missing TNT.
Tell me things.
Afraid we're looking for more than what was just in that van.
Kaufman was the site's blasting expert.
According to log-in records, the Navy construction inspector was doubling orders of TNT at Kaufman's request for three months running.
Our poor Seabee just caught him taking it, paid for it with his life.
How much TNT are we talking about?
Well, I'll put it to you this way: Timothy McVeigh used the equivalent of 4,000 pounds in the Oklahoma City bombing.
We're looking at twice that much.
Operation like that requires manpower.
We need to figure out who the hell he's working with.
Ooh, I got something for y'all.
Talk to me.
Man, I looked into Kaufman's computer, and I found a membership to Market Underground.
This is your one-stop shop for g*ns, dr*gs, and, in our case, expl*sives.
Oh... and guess who's been receiving BitCoin deposits as of late.
Kaufman.
Bingo, and it gets better.
I traced it back to a user named Triple-Z.
No relation.
I managed to dig up their chat history, too.
Brody: You guys, look at the dates.
Every since Kaufman's been stealing, he's been getting a message every week, and he's responded with “delivery set.”
(phone beeps)
Wade and Sebastian.
They got something.
You all start looking into Kaufman's last known whereabouts.
Find me that delivery location.
Ah, right on time for lunch.
I just extracted a delectable meal from Mr. Kaufman's gut.
Well, as good as that sounds, uh, I think I'll save my appetite for Arnaud's.
But still, I'd like to know what you got.
This is from the fundus region of the stomach.
It's the area where the undigested food is stored.
So, judging by the limited decomposition, it's safe to say he had his last supper maybe an hour before he flipped the car.
So, we find out what he ate...
Should be able to pinpoint where he ate it.
The meat is a garlic and pork fat alligator s... ah... sausage.
The bread is Wonder, and the sauce, that was a bit of a challenge.
I ran an online search for the recipe.
I found it on a foodie blog run by a couple of hipsters, if that wasn't evident.
Anyway, they claim to have eaten at every hole-in-the-wall in the bayou.
And what hole-in-the-wall is this particular sauce from?
Mama Gator's Diner off of Highway 90.
(lively music playing in distance)
Now, is it just me, or does it look like we stepped into a scene out of Texas Chainsaw m*ssacre?
Don't be so judgy, Brody.
Look, see Leatherface over there?
Think he's got the eyes for you.
Shut up.
You Mama Gator?
Yes, I am. And y'all are?
Lasalle: Federal agents.
Is this about my hunting permits?
I got them in on time.
Every last bit of this gator meat is harvest tagged.
This isn't about gators, all right?
It's about him. You seen him?
Never in my life.
What do we have here?
Brody: I see you brought your handy dandy TraceX kit.
Pays to be prepared, Brody.
Well, what are you doing? I know my rights. You need a warrant.
Not if contraband is in plain view.
I spy with my little eye what looks like... expl*sive residue.
Brody: We'll give you a couple of options.
Either you talk, and maybe we can work out some kind of a deal, or we'll take you in right now on conspiracy to commit a t*rror1st act.
(sighs)
That fella you showed me came in here a few months back, offered me 2,000 bucks to let him use my dock.
Every week, he loads his crates.
Threatened if I told anyone, I'd be gator feed.
Where do the crates go from here?
Boats pull up, take 'em away.
Vanish into the Atchafalya.
All we have to do now, Brody, is find a boat in 250,000 acres of coastal wetlands.
Sebastian: Well, I think I found a way to track our boat.
Um, when a... when a vessel travels a waterway, it leaves behind an oil trail.
The more frequently it travels a route, the bigger the trail.
So, here's where we get all Mission: Impossible.
I just need to enter in the coordinates... of our little gator eatery.
And...
Yahtzee.
All right, um, what direction did Brody and Lasalle say the boat was travelling?
West.
Okay, I just got to access the advanced aperture settings here and zoom in on the western basin.
There's the oil trail.
All right, looks like we found the SS Minnow at some kind of a...
Fort.
Confederate Army built a whole bunch of 'em as part of their seacoast defense plan.
Go back to normal view and zoom in at the end of the trail.
That's-that's not tree cover.
It's tarp cover.
And whoever put it up doesn't want us seeing what's underneath.
We'll go check it out. Let's check it out.
You stay.
I'll stay here.
It's a good, it's a good call.
♪ ♪
Everybody down! Now!
NCIS! On the ground!
(agents and marshals yelling)
Coca leaves?
Marshal: Right where you are! Federal marshals!
Pride, Brody. Over here!
(agents and marshals continue yelling)
Well, we found the expl*sives.
They're dismantling it.
Something tells me they're not making bombs here.
Because they're making cocaine.
(boat engine starting)
Brody: They're getting away!
Hands! Don't move!
Requesting air support. Got a male in a boat with contraband, heading northbound.
Hands!
Turn around, slow.
Turn around!
You come to me a couple months back, something's gnawing at you, tell me all stories about your old pal Marion.
How she's dealing, you want to stop her.
What did I tell you?
Get closure.
I gave you the go-ahead to surveil her stash house, consult the DEA.
Then you don't return my phone calls, go ten days in radio silence and now I find you undercover?
Pride, I wanted to keep you in the loop, but...
I wouldn't let her.
Why not?
Got a leak in the Metropolitan Narcotics Task Force.
Been having to keep all this under wraps.
Think you two spoke over the phone. This is Agent Banks.
He's running point on the investigation.
Who the hell do you think you are, keeping me out of the loop, not following protocol?
She's my agent!
Now someone catch me up on how this went from taking down local dealer Marion Watkins to taking down a distribution ring.
Pride, they're one and the same.
Marion's not a little dealer anymore.
We think she runs this whole operation.
An old CI from A*F put me in with Marion's crew.
You weren't worried about Marion calling you out as a cop?
Look, I never saw her.
Pride, she's pulling the strings.
She's not showing her face.
And even if we did cross paths, Marion and I have been out of touch for over a decade.
She doesn't even know I have a badge.
Pride, what were you guys doing out here anyway?
We had good reason to believe this was a munitions plant.
The toluene.
It's a chemical they extract from the TNT.
They use it to wash and purify cocaine.
We've been wondering where they've been getting it all.
Now we know.
Why produce cocaine stateside?
Customs and Port Authority got good at sniffing out refined product. Marion's group figured out a work-around.
Ship the leaves up instead. Manufacture it right here.
How much product's coming out of this place?
Don't know. But there was more than 50 kilos on that boat.
Turn a package that size around, it'll be on the streets in 48 hours.
We need to find that boat.
Percy, you got anything we can go on?
Well, I didn't get the driver's name, but I've been with him all day.
I got his face and smell b*rned in my memory.
I'll get a sketch artist.
We put a name to a face, we might find who Marion's been working with.
Banks, this is now a joint operation.
From here on in, we share Intel.
Is that clear?
Clear.
Percy, when this is over... you and I have a lot to talk about.
(handcuffs clicking)
Sebastian: This is one of the coca leaves taken from the warehouse.
I've been analyzing it, trying to figure out where it came from.
Any luck?
Well, not regarding its origins.
But I did find an odd pollen trace on the leaf from...
Cattleya trianae.
An orchid?
Rare, indigenous to Colombia, which may seem like a superfluous detail, if I hadn't also found traces of sodium hypochlorite, AKA bleach.
Florists use this as a preservative.
These leaves passed through a flower shop before making it out to the warehouse.
Any idea which one?
Yeah.
So, there's only one store in 100 miles that imports the volume of Cattleya trianae that we're talking about.
The Grand Florist in Gretna.
Help you with something?
Yeah. Actually, um, you guys sell Cattleya flowers?
It's an orchid.
Never heard of it.
Let me go ask my manager.
Thanks.
Recognize that voice anywhere.
Marion.
What's up, Left Eye?
(chuckles) No, I was T-Boz.
You were Left-Eye.
Huh.
You sure?
Yeah, my baby.
I don't miss much from the old days.
Guess we all have different interpretations of history.
So, flowers, huh?
It's a steady job.
I manage the place.
Who would've thought?
What about you?
What's your calling?
Oh, um... social work.
Hmm.
Drug addicts and teen moms, huh?
Makin' up for sins of the past?
Got nothin' to make up for.
Course you don't.
Orchids?
Yeah.
You know, it's funny, actually. A friend of mine... she can't do without 'em.
Mm-hmm.
That's unfortunate.
'Cause we're all out.
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Sorry about that.
Listen, I gotta take off, but you do me a favor and say hello to your folks for me, you hear?
(door opens)
Force me to wait in the car, least you could've brought me a bouquet of daffodils or...
Oh, I got you one better.
See that lady that just pulled off?
It's Marion.
(chuckles) That'll do.
The bag she put in the car could be product.
Stay on her.
What you got?
Agent Banks recognized the man in Sonja's sketch, was able to put a name to our missing boat captain.
Nathan Litke. I've crossed paths with him before.
Works for a group calls themselves the Bayou Drug Syndicate.
That's Payton Kirk's outfit, right?
Used to run crystal meth up and down I-10.
Till state police shut him down.
Impressive, Pride.
You worked Narcotics?
No, Banks. Just been policing this city over 25 years.
Know all the criminal entrepreneurs.
Brody: Well, apparently, this criminal entrepreneur recently made a career change.
Kirk adjusted to the marketplace.
Focused in on coke.
Already acquired the competition's territories.
What you might call hostile takeover.
How does Marion fit in?
Could be a Syndicate lieutenant.
But it's just a guess. Don't have much Intel on his operation.
Well, you mess with a guy like Payton Kirk, not only does he k*ll you but he takes out your whole family.
We've never been able to get a Syndicate member to flip.
(phone rings)
Agent Banks.
Catching Nathan Litke with 50 keys could be an incentive to break that streak.
NOPD's searching his last known residence as we speak.
So, they found Litke at his apartment.
Let's go.
Don't think he's gonna do much talking.
He's dead.
Looks like an OD.
Appears he had too much fun tasting his own product.
You want to ask me something, ask.
You been off the grid for weeks working this case, and not one call.
Aw, don't take it personal. I still love you. (chuckles)
So, who is she?
Well, if I tell you, will you shut up about it?
Not another peep.
(scoffs) You remember the movie Blind Side?
Yeah. Kid from the wrong side of the tracks gets adopted by a rich family, makes it to the NFL.
Well, that's basically me and Marion.
Her older brother was a dope fiend.
My family took her in.
But instead of the NFL, she's out here slangin' dr*gs.
Hmm. And you're on a crusade to stop her.
(chuckles)
There you go again, bitin' your lip.
You do that when you're not telling me everything.
(groans)
Look, if you don't let the secrets out, they'll take you out.
We were super close.
That girl was like my sister.
She was the only person in my life that I felt like I could be really real with.
And I told her everything.
Then she got a little habit, turned into a big habit.
Eventually, it got so out of control, I told her she had to choose.
You or the dr*gs.
Yeah.
Guess which one she chose.
(phone trills)
What is it?
Nathan Litke.
He's dead.
That's it. I'm going in.
Sonja...
Look, we already lost our best lead.
We're not gonna lose the other one, too.
Hey, Percy.
Hey, Percy, we gotta wait for backup.
I'm done waiting.
(popping)
NCIS!
What the hell?!
Sonja: Get on the ground!
Marion was our ticket to taking down Kirk and the Bayou Drug Syndicate.
Let me talk to her.
I know I can make her spill.
Are you kidding me?
You are not going in there.
Why not?
Because you violated procedure.
'Cause you busted into her house without backup, could've got you and your partner sh*t.
I didn't want to lose her.
Oh, come on!
You're smarter than that.
We'd have put a tail on her.
She could've led us... right up the food chain.
But you wanted to settle an old score.
Pride... Come on.
I know what makes her tick.
Well, that doesn't matter now.
Take a breath.
(door opens, closes)
(chuckles)
Who's good cop, who's bad cop?
Wait, let me guess.
This a game to you?
Bad cop. Just like that. You gave yourself away.
We know you run the manufacturing wing of the BDS.
Tell us where we can find Kirk and those 50 kilos you manufactured for the Bayou Drug Syndicate, maybe we can work out a deal.
You've been using the flower shop to smuggle in coca leaves.
Judging by the... coca residue all over your car and the Atchafalaya peat moss on your tires...
You were transporting the goods out to the manufacturing plant as well.
Start talking.
Or you're going away for a long, long time.
(scoffs)
When I was just a baby dealer, a couple of NOPD officers busted me, offered me a deal.
I didn't know no better, so I snitched on a higher-up, got myself a reduced sentence.
But when the crew found out what I had done, they held me down and poured lye all over my arms and legs.
Where were the police officers to protect me then, huh?
So thanks, but no thanks.
I'll do my time.
Think of your little girl.
You want her to see you behind bars?
I'd rather her visit me behind bars than come visit my grave.
She'll be all right.
Auntie'll take good care of her till I get out.
Wade: The drug runner here exhibits all the usual-- fluid in the airways, vascular congestion in the lungs and organs.
Well, all signs pointing to an overdose, which confirms what we thought.
He OD'd all right.
Just not on cocaine.
I found 5.2 milligrams of dr*gs in his system.
1.2 grams is the minimal lethal overdose.
A heavy drug user like him could go as high as five.
If not cocaine, what was it?
I've run a detailed tox screen and, uh, Sebastian is analyzing all the dr*gs found at the dealer's apartment, see if we can find anything out of the ordinary.
You okay?
It's, uh, it's really bad.
The, uh, the stuff that's used to wash the cocaine-- the toluene from the TNT-- it's supposed to evaporate in the washing process, but this stuff didn't.
It stayed in the cocaine.
He OD'd on expl*sives?
So we got 50 kilos of tainted coke out there and if we don't find it, people are gonna start dying.
We need Marion to talk.
And Percy here is our best chance.
Only way to turn a suspect into an asset is to come at 'em personal.
You taught me that, Pride.
Now, I know she's been off the reservation...
...but she can do this.
Can I count on you?
You know you can.
Talking about in there.
With her.
To not cross the line.
Yes. Hell, yes.
Not as easy as you think.
Face to face with someone you got all this history with.
Boundaries get lost.
Pride, I give you my word: I so much as raise my voice, I'll hand you my shield.
(door closes)
A social worker cop-- a woman of many talents.
A drug-dealing florist-- could say the same about you.
That last batch you manufactured...
You still got that Percy temper, don't you?
My five-year-old's got one.
Scary. It reminds me of you sometimes.
Sonja (over speaker): Sit down. Sit.
The manufacturers messed up, they left it full of toluene.
So when those dr*gs hit the streets people are gonna be mourning all over this city.
Don't put this on me. I ain't got nothing to do with that.
You've got everything to do with it.
Marion...
I know you.
You don't want people to die.
Kirk's already taken someone close away from me.
He'll do the same to my daughter...
For once in your life, Marion, do the right thing.
You act like you know what this is about. You got no idea.
Sonja: I got a pretty good one.
Marion: Oh, you know?
You know that I got out of the drug game when I had Brianne?
That I was working a double as a cocktail waitress?
That I was going to night school?
Studying what, advanced trafficking?
Marion... you're not a student.
Or a waitress.
You're a dealer.
You don't escape your past, no matter how much distance you make.
My brother-- Davis-- you remember him?
He started working for the Syndicate a few years back.
He made a mistake: he was dealing on the side.
Payton Kirk found out and he paid with his life.
The cash debt became mine. I got sucked back in.
Background on your, uh...
Auntie Shay.
She's got quite the record.
It's nothing violent, but... it's bad enough to keep Child Services from handing her Brianne.
So...
when you go to prison, Brianne is going straight into the system.
Bounce from one messed-up house to another, just like her mother.
Don't.
Sonja: You want a better life for Brianne, you give me Kirk and the location of the missing coke.
We were never friends.
You talked a good game-- all that loyalty crap-- but when I needed you, you turned your back on me.
It was true then and it's true now.
I'll do what you want.
But when this is over, I want you to leave me and my daughter the hell alone.
Sonja (over com): Marion confirmed the meet.
Kirk should be showing up any second.
We need to get the location of the stash house on the wire.
Once we have it, wait until Marion is secure.
Then we take this scumbag down.
Go on your signal, Pride.
Pride (over com): Here comes Kirk now.
Stand by.
Here we go.
Hey.
No tail, right?
No, all good. I watched my back.
Course you did.
Listen, I-I... I got to talk to you about the last package that came out of the bayou.
Shh.
You never can be too careful.
Get in.
Let's take a drive.
Something doesn't feel right.
Pride: You two tail 'em.
Marion: Listen, I was saying about the packages...
Kirk: Responsibility, Marion. I know you got yours to your family, I got mine to my business. Right now...
Marion: Yeah?
Kirk: ...you're a thr*at to mine.
Sonja: They're heading into the tunnel.
We're two cars behind.
Pride: All right, stay with 'em.
Kirk: You know, after this, that debt your brother left you with?
It's all taken care of.
Marion: I can explain. It's not what... It's not what you think.
Kirk: You should have kept your damn mouth shut. (g*nsh*t)
(gasps) sh*ts fired, sh*ts fired.
Pride: Get in there. Go get her.
(siren wailing)
We'll meet you on the other end.
Sonja: Come on, come on, come on, LaSalle!
Step on it!
What the...?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop!
(tires screech)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-- Marion.
Marion!
Hold on, Marion.
Pride: They're coming out.
I got 'em.
(tires screeching)
Hands!
(sirens wailing)
Get out of the car, slow!
Easy.
Please, don't sh**t. Please.
Open the back door.
Got a victim down. Need an ambulance in the Harvey tunnel.
Marion, hold on. It's gonna be okay. Hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
It's gonna be okay.
(Marion gasping weakly)
It's gonna be okay.
Hold on.
Spoke to the driver.
Guy's freaked out of his mind and clueless.
He works for Uber. Kirk was just another one of his passengers.
He say where the sh*t was fired?
About two-thirds of the way into the tunnel. That's when Kirk turned his g*n on him, forced him to let him out of the car in the middle of traffic.
My men searched every car coming in and out, all were clear.
Traffic cams catch anyone exiting the staircase?
Nothing. The guy just vanished.
Well, nobody vanishes.
From what we heard on the wire...
Kirk must have made Marion before she even set up the meet.
Planned the whole thing.
Chose this very tunnel to take her out in for a reason.
Because he knew another way out.
(siren blares)
How y'all holdin' up?
Mm-mm.
We're going to get ice cream.
Yes, it's hard just sitting around waitin' like this, so, thought we'd get a little fresh air.
And some ice cream.
Well, let us know if we can do anything for you.
Thank you.
Talked to the nurse on the way over here.
Marion's still in surgery, but the outlook's good.
Oh, she got lucky.
b*llet missed her heart by a couple of inches.
Lucky?
She was trying to clean up her brother's mistakes, and I just...
Look, you did what you had to do, as simple as that.
Yeah, and that little girl might lose her mother because of it.
Marion chose the street.
All right? You can't blame yourself.
You don't understand.
Try me.
You can't get left if you never let anyone in.
Is that it?
That's no way to live, Percy.
I'm the one who does the leaving.
She came back.
After I kicked her out all those years ago, she came back.
She was desperate.
She wanted me to take her to rehab. She was... tweaking out, so, I...
I thought she was trying to play me, but...
I stood my ground.
I felt like I couldn't trust her.
That's 'cause she had broken it.
And once someone does that, it's hard to let 'em back in.
No, but if I would've helped her then, she wouldn't be here now.
Yeah, and if I had a dollar every time I tried to help Cade, straighten him out, well, I'd be rich.
Look, this is not on you, Percy.
You were right, Pride-- that corridor Kirk snuck out through, opened up a quarter mile out.
Yeah, it'd be a perfect escape plan if it wasn't for Triple P.
I found a security cam at the tunnel's maintenance yard.
I got that fool.
Run the plates.
That's not our guy.
Patton: Yeah, and you know why?
'Cause he's dead.
It's Kirk's ghost.
Escobar, Bulger, El Chapo-- they all have one.
They use a dead person's identity to buy cars, houses, file tax returns.
It's how they exist in the world without existing.
Damn, our ghost is a high roller.
He got a yacht, a handful of thoroughbreds...
And a mansion in the heart of the Garden District.
Brody, get ahold of Sonja and Lasalle.
Tell 'em to meet us en route.
Banks, get your g*ng.
Yup.
Let's end this thing.
Banks, your men in position?
Got eyes from every corner.
sn*per on the church tower.
Good. On my signal.
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know that burgundy junker.
It's Auntie's. I saw her drive from the hospital in it.
Lasalle: That little rat.
We should have known it was her.
She was the only one there when we took down Marion.
Must have told Kirk, sold her out.
Pride, Brianne was in that car.
Look, if we go in there, and things get hot, she'll be caught right in the middle of it.
Look, I'll go in first before all the sh**ting starts.
You won't make it past the entrance.
No, my undercover is still good.
Big Baldy over there... works security at the house I was dealing out of.
If Auntie sees you, you're made.
Come on, Pride, I have to do this.
If anything happens to that little girl...
Take this.
Be smart.
Attention, all units.
UC approaching the front door.
Woody!
What up, Woody?
What do you think you're doing?
Yo, man, let me go talk to Kirk.
That's funny, shorty.
Step off.
Look, man, I got word that something heavy about to come down on us.
Now you can let me go talk to him, Big Slim, or you can be the dude that stopped word from gettin' through.
Come on, man.
Sit your ass down, man.
Wait here.
I'll go tell him you here.
Brianne: Can Mommy bring me next week? No.
I have to bring you next week to get ice cream.
Okay, can we go on a mountain hike?
Okay.
We got her. We're coming out.
Brianne, come on.
Let's go see your mommy, baby.
(g*n cocking)
Hands. Now.
Come on, Kirk.
Man, we're stuck back here in the sun room, surrounded by Federal agents...
You're done.
That's a fair point.
But I got you, Agent, hmm?
And that little girl there.
So I say we're even.
(whispers): Come on. Stay down.
Aah! You stop moving!
Down on the ground.
Pride: sn*per, do you have a sh*t?
Negative.
Sonja: Make me.
What did you say to me?
(Sonja groans)
(gasps) Pride, now!
Pride: Fire!
(groans)
Auntie's headed your way.
Kirk's out for the count.
(whimpering)
Not another step!
Okay. Okay.
Pride: Hands! Hands!
Come here. It's okay.
It's okay. We're okay.
Okay?
Mm-hmm.
(monitor beeping)
(knocking)
Keys to your new life.
U.S. Marshal Service has set you and Brianne up with a place in Witness Protection.
All you gotta do is sign.
Don't want your charity.
You know what? Do it for her.
The goal is to give your kid a better life than you had, right?
Well, here's your chance.
I heard what you did for her.
Going in that house.
Yeah, well...
Things got mixed up between us, but... she ain't had nothin' to do with that.
You know... it might be too late, but...
I'm sorry.
You reached out for my help, and I shut you out.
Yeah, I...
I-I didn't give you much reason to trust me back then.
So...
Anyway, I...
Maybe we'll send you a postcard or something from Idaho.
(laughs)
Wherever we end up.
Take care of yourself.
♪ ♪
(insistent knocking)
♪ Breaking my way through the storm ♪
♪ This b*ating heart... ♪
Who is it?
(goofy, low voice): John Besh.
(laughing)
Really?
(laughter)
Figured you wouldn't come to my Gumbo Z'herbes, so I'm bringing 'em to you.
(Sonja laughs)
You're our team vegan, and Pride has never made anything without a heartbeat in it, so, uh, so exciting.
We didn't want you to miss out.
Oh.
And I thought you could use a drink.
Hmm... Well, glasses are over the sink.
♪ What we'll do ♪
♪ Dear love, I miss you... ♪
Well, no reason to keep this around anymore, huh?
Right?
Huh? How's she doing?
She's better... now that she's got a fresh start.
You know, Pride, thank you for letting me see this through.
Closure's important.
Believe me, I get that.
And so's trust.
You worked alone for so long, maybe... maybe this team thing isn't for you.
Oh, look, I... I got what I needed.
You know, I'm good now, Pride.
You can trust me.
I hope so.
May come a time when I have to make the call, and the team...
They come first.
You hear me?
Loud and clear.
Lasalle: Percy?
It's time for you to try some of my homemade blackberry wine.
Do I have to?
Just make... just put on a smiling face.
(laughter)
Come on!
No, it's good. I'm not kidding you.
(laughter)
Hey... to new beginnings.
♪ I'll always be here for you ♪
♪ When you ♪
♪ Find your way. ♪