(engines revving)
(cars accelerating)
Jared (over radio): Hold your line.
Keep your speed up, Dana.
You're doing great.
I'm doing so great, how come you're right up on my ass?
I'm drafting you.
(laughs) Not for long, you're not.
(gears shift)
(laughs)
Dana: Jared?
Jared: Something's wrong.
(engines revving)
I can't brake!
Jared?
Oh, wait.
I can't control it!
(tires squeal)
Jared!
Jared!
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 3x09 ♪
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Original Air Date on December 13, 2016
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Got you back in the monkey suit already, do they?
Oh.
Monkey suit?
I'm-I'm so sorry. I thought you were Agent Gregorio.
Oh. And you are...?
Special Agent Dwayne Pride, NCIS.
Hey.
He's the one I told you about.
Oh, the Dwayne Pride.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Hannah Lee. I'm with the U.S. attorney's office.
I.E., don't piss her off.
We flew down here yesterday together from D.C.
Nice to meet you.
Helping out with the Javier Garcia investigation?
Hoping to build a case against him, so I can petition the grand jury for an indictment.
Cut the snake off at the head and get the cartel out of NOLA once and for all.
They don't call it NOLA down here.
They prefer New Orleans.
Oh, glad to see we made an impression on you, Gregorio.
Oh, absolutely.
(Pride chuckles)
You come bearing gifts?
Uh, actually, Garcia does.
Bourbon, as a thank you, for helping us save his son's school last week.
This is expensive stuff.
I'd say that's more of a bribe.
Yeah, why I brought it over.
Thought you'd want to log it as evidence.
How's Sebastian?
I bet he's so excited to be a part of the team, huh?
Not part of it yet, still has to make it through FLETC training, which means, until he does, we're short-handed again.
I'm sorry to leave you high and dry.
Yeah.
But look, if you need any help, just let me know, all right?
Okay.
Except that I don't think that you can.
Director Isler made it pretty clear to me that we are only down here to build the case against Garcia, and then (beeping) it's back to D.C. for good.
Well... I get that.
It's an important case.
I gotta go.
Nice to meet you, Ms. Lee.
Hey, tell everyone I said hi, okay?
Yeah, you bet.
Bye.
Let's get back to work.
(siren wailing)
The victim is Corporal Jared Connors, 28, Fourth Marine Division.
Drove here regularly when he was on leave, he even raced in the amateur circuit a few times.
Experienced driver.
Apparently.
Him and the girlfriend, Dana Wells, were the only drivers on the track when he crashed.
Lost control of his car?
Yeah, except his father thinks he was m*rder*d.
Russ Connors is a mechanic on one of the racing teams.
Told the sheriffs he's convinced the car was sabotaged.
Sabotage?
Why does he think that?
Well, I didn't get to talk to him.
He got cut pretty bad taking his son out of the wreck, so...
Paramedics took and the girlfriend to the hospital.
Think that's case-related?
More like trouble in paradise.
I don't think he and Melody are getting along right now.
Well, it can't be easy...
Woman pops into his life, surprises him with a baby.
At least Lasalle's trying to do the right thing.
Just wish it didn't affect his work so much, undermanned as it is.
Christopher!
Cause of death appears to be blunt force trauma to the head, neck, chest.
It's consistent with an impact of over 100 miles an hour.
Oh, it's like he never slowed down.
And the only silver lining is the death is likely instantaneous.
He didn't suffer.
Pride: Possible he had a medical condition?
Heart att*ck? Stroke?
He's awfully young. But I'll know more after the autopsy, and I'll do a tox screen for dr*gs and alcohol.
Sebastian: Hey, boss.
Oh, wait, nobody calls you "boss," do they?
It's too informal.
I get it, it's no way to start a relationship.
Sebastian, we're not starting a relationship, okay?
We've known each other for years.
Yeah, but not as employer and employee.
That's a whole different dynamic, sir.
"Sir" doesn't sound right, either.
You sure about making this guy an agent?
I find that hurtful, you know, right here.
The case, Sebastian.
Right. Yeah, well, uh, it's really simple, I guess, at least on the surface.
Car was going too fast, couldn't make the turn.
Don't really need fancy forensics to figure that part out.
Any signs of sabotage?
Not yet. But I'll have the car transported to the evidence garage, I'll do a full forensic work-up.
Unless, of course, you need me to stay here.
Interview witnesses, canvass the area.
'Cause I am totally up to speed on the NCIS investigation manual.
And I need you to finish the examination.
You still work for me, for now, remember?
You got it, boss.
Pride: We're not gonna leave you undermanned, Loretta.
Sebastian can still work out of the lab for you, even after he becomes a special forensics agent.
Just wish somebody had told me in advance.
Lasalle: Ooh, sorry about that, King.
Won't happen again.
Talk about it later.
You got experience tracking cars.
What do you see?
Well, not a lot that makes sense, especially with these skid marks.
Racers know to control their slides around turns, but these indicate that Jared kept accelerating for some reason, and then lost it.
Well, maybe his accelerator stuck.
It's possible, but these skid marks are inconsistent with braking, which begs the question, why didn't he?
Well, hopefully Sebastian will be able to give us some answers.
Meanwhile, let's find out everything we can about our marine.
Make sure he doesn't have any skeletons in his closet.
Count on you?
Absolutely.
All right, Percy and I are gonna head over to the hospital, talk to Jared's father.
See if he can explain to us why he thinks his son was m*rder*d.
Russ: I-I-I don't know why I said it was sabotage.
I wasn't thinking straight.
I was just upset, that's all.
But, Mr. Connors, there has to be a reason you thought initially that it was sabo...
I said I wasn't thinking.
Okay?
My son just d*ed.
Pride: Mr. Connors, I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you, but our job is to find out what happened to your son.
You know that, right?
Sure. Of course.
Do you know of any reason why somebody might have wanted to hurt Jared?
I-I don't know.
What about you, Ms. Wells?
Did you see anything suspicious?
(sighs) No.
(clears throat)
We were just chasing each other around the track, you know, messing around.
Jared was showing me how to race.
So it was your first time.
I've been in racecars before.
I'm the advance coordinator for Warbury Racing.
We're in town this week for the race.
You two work for the same team?
Yeah, about a year now, yeah.
That's how I met Jared.
We've been dating ever since.
Was he a good driver?
He was great.
Russ: Well, he's been racing his whole life.
All the way back to go-carts.
He was gonna turn pro after his discharge.
Possible it was mechanical failure?
No, no, no, we built that car ourselves.
Check it out head to toe every time we took it out.
Then I have to ask, was Jared upset about anything? Depressed?
No, he didn't crash on purpose, if that's what you're implying.
Sonja: Okay, so...
Sorry. If it wasn't intentional, and it wasn't driver or mechanical error, what caused the crash?
I don't know!
Well, they're obviously hiding something.
The question is, what and why?
Either they're complicit, which based on how they were both defending Jared, it's hard to believe, or...
They're too scared to talk for some reason.
Yeah. Which means we're gonna have to figure out the truth, with or without their help for now.
Loretta's got autopsy results.
I'll see what she's found.
Maybe you should catch up with Christopher, go through Jared's house, see if you can find any leads.
I don't suppose we could ask Gregorio to pitch in temporarily, seeing as though we're spread pretty thin.
No, I wouldn't count on it.
Gregorio's helping the U.S. attorney build an indictment against Garcia.
It won't be long before she's heading home.
Best let her be. Come on.
We've got things to learn.
A prelim tox screen was negative for any anomalies, so unless you come up with something else, I'm ruling his death as accidental.
You brought me all the way out here just to tell me that?
No. Because I don't think it was an accident, mainly because of this.
Apparently, your marine was stabbed, and based on the granulation tissue and the degree of healing, I'd say this happened three or four days ago.
He stitch himself up?
Appears so.
Should've gone to the hospital.
It's a pretty deep wound, but he didn't go.
That means he didn't want the authorities to find out who stabbed him.
And if this att*ck is somehow connected to the crash that k*lled him, then...
Like I said, it's not an accident.
Everybody's hiding something about this case.
Apparently, even Jared.
(chuckles) That seems to be going around.
Loretta...
I'm sorry.
But I wasn't hiding anything from you.
I assumed that Sebastian came to you before he came to me.
Truth is, I'd offered the position to Gregorio first.
And she turned you down?
Wasn't the right fit for her, I guess.
So when Sebastian surprised me, said he wanted to become an agent, I...
Dwayne, I'm not mad at you or Sebastian.
I always knew he'd come out of his shell sooner or later.
The truth is, I think you need to worry more about Sebastian driving you crazy in the field, if I were you.
(laughs)
Good possibility of that.
Come on, go.
You got your hands full.
You don't have to worry about me, too.
I always got time for that, Loretta.
(sighs)
There must be over $100,000 in here, huh?
That's a lot of cash for a corporal that barely clears 30 thou a year.
You think it's dirty?
It's gotta be, right?
I mean, why else would Jared hide this much cash in his garage?
Plus, where'd he get it?
Maybe he stole it from a bank.
This looks like a dye pack went off.
Hmm, apparently our marine isn't as squeaky-clean as he seems.
Well, only way to find out is to figure out where the cash came from.
FBI specializes in bank robberies.
Maybe I'll send Gregorio the serial numbers, see if she can trace 'em.
Gregorio?
Aren't we supposed to leave her alone?
It's just a quick check.
It won't take her a minute.
Yeah, uh-huh.
(imitating): Uh-huh.
(chuckles)
Lasalle, you know these people?
Melody, what are you doing here?
I'm sorry, Chris, I told him not to come, but...
Who are you?
(grunts)
Hey!
The baby's father!
That's who I am!
Stay the hell away from my son!
(struggling)
Bend your arms now!
Son of a bitch!
Melody, talk to me.
Is he telling the truth?
Is Tucker not my son?
You gotta believe me, I never meant to hurt you.
What is that supposed to mean?
Why did you lie to me?
(struggling)
I'm so sorry.
Melody!
Look, put him in interrogation until NOPD comes.
Let him go.
Do what?
Look, I said just let him go, damn it.
I probably would have done the same thing if I were him.
Lasalle...
Look, just do it!
Stay the hell away from my kid.
Get out of here before I change my mind.
Pride: You believe him?
I don't know what to believe.
Melody did seem pretty clear about it, though.
I mean, she kept saying she was sorry.
I mean, how could she do it, King?
Bring a little boy into my life and tell me I'm his father... when I'm not?
I don't know, Chris.
Something you gotta ask her.
Well, it won't change anything, so what's the point?
The point is, you deserve to know.
It doesn't matter, all right, it is what it is.
Christopher.
It's not something you can pretend didn't happen.
It's bad enough you let the guy go.
It wasn't a big deal.
Assaulting a federal officer is always a big deal, and you know it.
The fact that you didn't arrest him tells me you're not thinking straight.
Look, don't worry about me, King.
All right?
I'm fine.
Let's just get back to work.
Sorry to interrupt, but we just got a lead on the stolen money.
Yeah, I'm on it.
I don't see anything.
Where's the lead?
Well, it's actually not my lead, so...
Took you long enough, Percy.
I don't exactly have all day.
Yeah, sorry, something came up.
You called Gregorio.
E-mailed.
And it was just some serial numbers, so this was all her choice.
It's not a big deal, Pride.
Well, actually it is.
The bills came from a bank robbery in Biloxi, Mississippi, six weeks ago.
A teller slipped a dye pack into the money before the robbers took off.
Seems that makes our marine a bank robber.
Doesn't explain why Jared was stabbed or who'd want to k*ll him.
How many robbers in Biloxi?
Witnesses said there were four, including a getaway driver, heavily armed, too.
Sonja: So, robbers turning against each other?
What's going on?
Oh, hey, Hannah.
Agent Pride.
Lee: This is about the cartel case, I hope?
Gotta go. Bye.
Whoa.
I hope we didn't get her in trouble.
Uh, not "we," you.
It was just an e-mail.
Anyway, it got us a lead, didn't it?
Yeah, and possibly Gregorio fired.
I know how we all feel about Gregorio, but we gotta learn to work without her again, okay?
Okay.
Starting with figuring out how, exactly, Jared's connected to the bank robbery.
Well, it may be what his father and girlfriend were hiding.
I mean, Dana seemed really nervous.
Let's have another chat with them.
Only separately this time.
Looks like Sebastian's found something on the car.
I'll check it out.
Is he okay?
Don't know.
Sebastian (grunts): Little help, please?
Ah, thank you.
Man, I am sore.
It's gotta be all that ab work I've been doing prepping for NCIS training, you know?
Whoa. You care to turn that off, please?
What? Oh, right. Sorry.
So what about this beauty?
Uh, I went over what's left of the car with a fine-tooth comb.
I didn't find any evidence of a mechanical problem or even sabotage.
But?
But... when I ran a full diagnostic on the car's controller area network-- that's, like, the brain.
Pretty much controls everything in the car these days.
The CAN, I know.
It's a computer?
Right, and just like any computer, it can be upgraded with new software but it can also be hacked-- made to do whatever the hacker wants it to do.
Like accelerate instead of brake?
Yeah, in this case, exactly.
Somebody overrode the accelerator module wirelessly.
Told it to keep going faster.
If done at the right time, there's nothing a driver can do.
And the right time is just as Jared entered the turn, which means he was definitely m*rder*d.
Yeah, it also means that whoever did this knows exactly what they're doing.
No, what is she doing?
Why, what's up?
Never mind.
But I gotta go.
Hey, fill in Pride on what you found out, all right?
Uh... okey-dokey.
Track announcer: And that's Scott Hamilton...
Dana: I wish I could help you, I do, but I don't know how.
Pride: Yes, you do, Dana.
There's no way you're Jared's girlfriend and didn't know something.
Dana, your boyfriend was m*rder*d.
Doesn't that matter to you?
Of course it does, but I'm not gonna...
Dana!
We just found out we lost our qualifying slot.
We don't qualify, we don't race.
Believe me, guys, I'm working on it, okay?
The racing committee assumed we weren't racing because of what happened to Jared.
If we don't race, we don't get points.
Look, I know this is a hard time for you, but...
Don't worry, I'm on it!
Harrison, Cal, these are federal agents.
They're investigating the crash.
Investigating what?
I thought it was an accident.
Yeah, we're not so sure.
Go, get ready.
I'll get us a slot.
Sorry, I gotta get back to work, guys.
Whoa.
No, not until you tell us what you and Jared's father are hiding.
We know Jared was stabbed.
We know he had over $100,000 of stolen money in his garage, and we know there's no way that you didn't know something about this.
And this does not look good for Jared right now, Dana.
If you care about him, you'll help us.
I wish I could.
If you're scared for some reason, we can protect you.
But if we find out you're withholding anything, we have to arrest you.
I have to go.
Please.
(cell phone beeps)
That must be one hell of a secret.
Yeah.
A text from Sebastian.
It says that Christopher wanted him to tell us that Jared was definitely m*rder*d.
So where's Chris?
Good question.
Hey, Christopher.
So you just send me a text and then leave?
I don't want to bother you any more than I already have.
Bother me?
(chuckles)
Is that what you call what you did?
Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry.
I-I shouldn't have done it.
Look, I don't understand.
I took you in, I tried to do the right thing, believed Tucker was mine.
Why did you lie about it?
I guess I was just desperate.
You know, to get away from Darrell, to try and find a good daddy for Tucker, I...
Get away from Darrell?
What, did... did he try to hurt you or something?
(sighs)
Let's just... no.
Melody, you gotta talk to me.
What's going on?
Darrell has a temper, and I was afraid. Not just... not just for me but for Tucker. I tried to get a restraining order against him, but they said I had to wait until something bad happened. And I was afraid, and I just--
I didn't know what to do.
I never meant to hurt you.
Okay.
It's okay.
Yeah?
Don't worry about Darrell.
He's not gonna hurt either one of you.
First his accountant said that he was laundering drug money through high-cash businesses.
Restaurants are big down here, right?
Huge.
Kind of resisted them at first.
As you know, I'm not much of a foodie.
What, now you are?
As a matter of fact, I am.
When in Rome, right?
Well, maybe you can help us narrow down which restaurants are prime candidates.
Okay.
What do we got?
(computer blips)
How about this...
Pat O'Brien's?
Pat O's? No way they're cartel.
They've been in the Quarter for decades.
Make a k*ller hurricane cocktail that'll...
You should try one.
I'm not here for the cocktails, T.
Okay.
Let's just get Garcia and get back home.
(computer blips)
I'm not sure I want to go back home.
Sorry?
I'm just saying I'm not sure.
Ten years ago, you couldn't get far enough away from this place fast enough, and now you like it?
I don't understand, Tammy.
This cartel case is your big sh*t.
Isler moves up, you move up. It's... everything you've always said you wanted.
Isn't that why we broke up?
This isn't about me and you, Hannah.
This is just about me.
(scoffs)
Still, when you say you don't want to be in a relationship because you want to focus on your career...
And that's the way I felt at the time.
Look, I love what we had together, you know that.
But, you also know I was running when I got to D.C.
I didn't know who I was.
Keep digging into Garcia, let me know if you find anything.
Hannah...
(sighs)
(computer beeps)
Whoa.
(beeps)
Pride, call me back.
I think I just got a big break on your case.
Had FBI's Robbery Task Force see if there were any other robberies that matched the MOs of the one in Mississippi: bank in Orlando, one in Mobile, armored car in Atlanta.
All involved three masked gunmen with as*ault weapons and a getaway driver.
That pretty much matches most bank robberies these days.
Right. But what if I told you each one also happened to take place in the exact same city as a car race?
Pride: Huh.
Suggesting that the heist crew is connected to the racing circuit.
Too much of a coincidence for it not to be.
I mean, whoever hacked Jared's car obviously knew racecars inside and out.
Yeah, except Jared's a marine, not part of the circuit, so why hack his car?
That, I don't know.
Just curious, how'd you even know Jared's car was hacked?
Well, don't look at me.
I left her alone like you said.
I still have my NCIS computer access.
Figured I'd keep tabs on you, you know, in case something popped up.
'Cause she misses us.
Patton: Agent Gregorio!
Hey!
Good to see you.
You, too. Let's pretend you didn't.
I have to get back to the Garcia case before I don't have a case to get back to.
Good luck!
I thought she hated beignets.
She does.
So, we got four robberies, all connected to the racing circuit, marked money in Jared's garage.
Neither Russ or Dana are talking.
Hard not to think that they're the bank robbers.
Yeah, except Dana seemed more scared than guilty.
Check Jared's leave record.
See where he was on each of the robberies.
Copy that.
Hey, you might want to check, see if any of 'em are cyber geeks.
I dove into the specifics of how they manipulated that car crash.
Whoever did it, they are good.
I'm talking Mensa hacker level good.
Yeah, but... it wasn't Jared.
According to the marines, he was TDY on three of the four robberies.
So he couldn't have been a part of the crew.
Maybe he found out about it and tried to do the right thing and got k*lled before he could.
Still doesn't explain why he got stabbed or why Dana was too scared to talk.
Maybe we ought to take another run at the father now?
This time with a warrant.
(keys jingle)
Let's bring him in.
Deep-dive every team that competed in those races, Patton.
Especially Dana's.
I'm hoping that a hacker can find a fellow hacker.
(chuckles) Come on, man.
That's what I'm all about.
That's why I do what I do.
Well, go do it.
Come on, Christopher.
Where the hell are you?
(line ringing)
(phone ringing)
(door closes in distance)
(phone continues ringing)
(sighs)
(beeps)
(train passing)
Hey.
What the hell are you doing here?
I come here to give you a friendly warning.
Stay away from Tucker and his mom.
You understand?
(laughing): What?
Get out of here, right...
But I don't think you heard me.
Look, I may not be Tucker's dad, but I'm not gonna let anything happen to him or his mom.
So, if I were you, I would just... stay away.
Or what?
Well, trust me.
You don't want to find out.
You see, that's my boy and my woman.
So, why don't you stay the hell away from them?
(grunting)
Ow! You're gonna bust my arm. (yells)
Look, I'm not warning you again. You hear me?
You stay away from them.
Man: Hey!
What's going on?
(shouts)
(Darrell panting)
♪ ♪
(tires screeching)
Your crew chief, Cal Vernon.
Three priors for burglary.
Your tech specialist, Nathan St. Clair, served time for hacking a DoD server, and two mechanics, you and Ansel Dane, also have priors.
Pride: Half your team's got a record.
Plus, we know Warbury Racing competed in four cities where four robberies took place.
Mm... That don't mean nothing.
(chuckles)
Come on.
Connors.
Why do you keep protecting the people responsible for your son's m*rder?
What kind of father does that?
Y-You don't understand.
Try us.
Is this about Dana?
Is that it?
Jared loved her more than anything.
And she loved him, too.
He was gonna propose to her.
What's that got to do with anything?
It's got everything to do with it!
Jared would do anything for Dana, and she knew it, too.
That's why she wanted to straighten out her life, l-look for a way out.
Dana was part of the heist crew.
Yeah, but... but she wanted to quit.
For Jared.
Except they wouldn't let her.
Who's they?
The rest of the team?
No, no, no.
Not everyone was involved.
I wasn't either.
I didn't know about the robberies until Dana told me at the hospital.
I swear.
So, what was Dana's job on the crew?
She was the getaway driver, but like I said, she wanted out, she threatened to come clean if they didn't let her go.
So, what, they stabbed Jared to warn her?
They found out that Dana was gonna tell him the truth about the heists.
She convinced Jared not to go to the hospital, so he wouldn't get hurt worse.
Dana couldn't tell Jared the truth, either.
She just asked him to... to trust her.
And the money in Jared's garage.
It was her cut.
She decided to tell...
Jared the truth this weekend and... somehow they found out.
Which is why they k*lled Jared.
And they... and they threatened to k*ll her and, um... and me, too, if... if she tried anything else.
That's why I was afraid to tell you the truth.
They're vicious.
Well, if he's telling the (phone ringing) truth, we need to find Dana and protect her.
That's where we're headed.
(groans)
Christopher, where the hell have you been?
I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours.
I know, King, I'm sorry, and I'll explain it when I get in.
Wait, wait, wait. Where are you?
Are you anywhere near the track?
Avondale, maybe five, ten minutes, why?
Okay. I need you to head over there as fast as possible, take Dana Wells into protective custody. Arrest her if you have to, just get her out of there, and don't do it in front of any of her crew.
I'll fill you in when you get here.
You got it.
(engine roars, tires screeching)
♪ ♪
Ms. Wells?
Ms. Wells?
(beeps)
Pride: Yeah, Chris.
King, I think we're too late.
What do you mean?
Looks like Dana's been taken.
Track surveillance camera has a pretty wide angle, but those are our guys forcing Dana into that black Charger.
Add the car to the BOLOs.
Lasalle: Nobody's seen Vernon, Dane, or St. Clair since this morning.
Didn't even show up to pre-check for today's race.
They must know that we're onto them.
Yeah. And if so, Dana could already be dead.
Patton: Maybe not.
I hit Dana's e-mails and text messages with some Triple P-grade hacking of my own.
Turns out, she's not just the advance coordinator for the races, she's the advance planner for the robberies.
Well, it makes sense.
Advance coordinators go to the next town a week ahead of each race.
That's plenty of time to prep for the next heist, and it's a perfect cover, too.
Patton: And that text indicates that they're planning a hit today, in our town.
You know where?
She left the location out of the digiverse.
You think they took Dana to pull off one more heist?
Lasalle: If they did, then they did it by force.
Means figuring out where the heist is gonna go down might be our only chance to save her.
Oh, we'll narrow down possible targets in the area.
No.
Percy and Patton can do that.
Have Sebastian see if he can figure out what those schematics and blueprints go to.
Well, what does that leave me?
Let's talk.
I know, King, I messed up.
You did more than that, Christopher.
Bad enough you went M.I.A. in the middle of a case... and that can't ever happen again, understand?
It won't, but...
NOPD called, said Darrell filed as*ault charges against you.
What?
He swung at me first.
Yeah, well, lucky they found a witness who said the same thing, but that doesn't explain what you were doing there in the first place.
Look, Melody tried to get a restraining order on him, all right?
Said she was worried for both her and Tucker.
So, what, you thought you-you'd handle it yourself, thr*aten him?
Well, I did what needed to be done.
I've seen you go off-book...
Not about me.
This isn't you, Christopher.
Maybe who you used to be, but this is not who you've become.
Emotional situation, I get it, but you can't just go running off hotheaded to solve problems, not anymore.
I know.
I know.
You got to think about what it is you want.
You hoping to keep...
Tucker in your life some way?
I don't know.
I know I want what's best for him.
But there's one thing I can do and that's protect them from Darrell.
Then figure out how to do that.
There's a right way to handle this, Christopher.
Find it.
What about this financial manager, Simon Delaney?
(phone ringing and buzzing)
(cell phone beeps)
Okay.
Anything?
Yeah, here it is.
Simon Delaney.
Apparently, he's also an officer of three other LLCs connected to Garcia.
Which means three more possible drug-laundering companies.
Is Garcia's name on the title?
I'll have to find out, but if so...
We might have enough for an indictment.
Mm-hmm.
There's a Special Agent Pride on the phone for you.
Percy just called, too.
Must be important.
I'm sorry.
I got to find out.
Tammy...
Pride: Wouldn't have bothered you, but we think somebody's life may be at stake.
Hoping FBI resources can help.
Of course, what do you need?
Well, you were right about the racing circuit.
We've IDed the heist crew and we think another robbery may be imminent.
Yeah, Patton got blueprints and schematics, but the best we can figure out is that it's a road map to certain IP addresses.
Specifically, the ones that relate to high-tech communication systems made by Arsenal Protection.
Apparently, they install them in armored trucks to allow continuous monitoring from security HQ.
You know, the problem is, we can't figure out which banks contracted with Arsenal for the system.
Hoped Bank Robbery Task Force database might have that information.
Let me see.
Checked all local banks-- no issues and they're all closed for the day now.
Yeah, and all the armored trucks are in and accounted for.
Look, we're... running out of options.
Did you check Federal Reserve trucks?
The Reserve?
No way these guys are crazy enough to go after the feds, are they?
Drive.
Patton still tracking the armored truck?
Sonja: They haven't hacked into it yet.
The truck's still moving.
Half mile ahead.
When is backup arriving?
Crew could be monitoring police communications.
Too risky to call, especially for Dana.
Cut over to Magnolia, we'll box them in.
(tires squeal)
(tires screech)
Heads up!
I think we're being followed.
Call it in.
What're you doing?
Wasn't me.
The truck just shut down.
(tires screech)
Move and you're dead.
Locks!
Now!
Come on!
Take it, take it easy.
Move it!
Okay, okay, all right, all right.
Get the money!
(tires screech)
(shouts)
Go, go, go!
NCIS!
I got this.
Go get Dana.
(siren wailing)
(tires squeal)
Wait, i-is she signaling us?
She wants us to cut around.
Why?
One way to find out.
Hang on.
(tires screeching)
Cal: What are they doing?
(tires screeching)
(Cal shouts)
(Cal grunts)
(Cal grunts)
Federal agents!
Hands up!
Get out the car!
Lasalle: You okay, Dana?
Yeah, I think so.
Nice driving.
You, too.
(grunts)
Can't guarantee Dana won't spend some time behind bars, Mr. Connors.
I mean, after all, she was complicit until she wasn't.
Yeah, I know.
But I spoke to the federal prosecutors, told them everything she did to help us bring down the crew.
Plus, she's cooperating, so I'm hopeful.
At least one way or the other, she's out from underneath it... finally... and safe.
That's all I wanted.
That's all Jared would've wanted.
Take care.
Yeah.
(clears throat)
Poor dude.
He's been through a lot.
Gonna go through a lot more, too.
Losing a child, nothing harder.
Sort of know how he feels.
Still... we did a lot of good... especially considering we're down a man.
I'm proud of you.
Yeah, but I didn't feel like we were down a man, though, the way everybody was pitching in.
It was kind of cool.
Didn't get Gregorio fired, either.
As far as we know.
(Lasalle laughs)
Well, we'll finally get back up to speed once Sebastian gets through training.
In the meantime... let's take the day off.
Now, that works for me.
(chuckles)
Man, I can just hear that f*ring range calling my name.
(chuckling): Geez.
What about you?
I think you know.
Hey.
Think we have enough for an indictment?
I'll let you know when I get back, but I doubt it.
We are still looking for the smoking g*n to directly link Garcia to NOLA businesses.
New Orleans.
New Orleans.
You really have changed since you've been down here, haven't you?
How so?
You seem happier... which is a good thing.
Not for us, maybe, but for you, definitely.
Maybe... you finally have stopped running.
I think so.
Still, what are you gonna do for work?
NCIS slot's already filled.
I don't know.
I was thinking I'd try talking Isler into transferring me here.
(both chuckle)
Good luck.
Isler needs you.
He's not gonna let you go that easily.
Yeah, well, if he doesn't, I'm screwed.
(sighs)
Well...
...good luck.
(sighs)
What-what are the police doing here?
Oh, it's no big deal-- they're just here in case Darrell shows up before you leave.
But how does he know that we're leaving?
Oh, a little birdie might've told him.
What?
Look, Melody... you don't have to worry about him anymore, I promise.
Why, what are you gonna do?
What needs to be done.
(engine roaring)
All right, you stay here.
You put Tucker in the car.
I'll be right back, all right?
What's going on, huh?
They're arresting you, Darrell.
Hey, what're you doing?
Get off me.
Lasalle: I did a background search.
You got outstanding warrants in Texas.
That, plus assaulting a federal officer, you'll be going away for a long time.
(grunting)
Settle down, hands behind your back!
This ain't right, okay?
You can't do this to me.
Already did.
I told you to stay away from them and I meant it.
Now, go on, get him out of here.
I don't know what to say.
There's nothing to say.
You came to me for help, right?
It may not have turned out the way either of us wanted it to, but... it's how it turned out and it's all right.
I do... and besides...
I got to imagine myself being a daddy.
(chuckles)
I like how it feels.
Thank you.
Thank you.
(kisses)
Bye-bye.