("SYMPHONY NO. 9, MOLTO VIVACE"
BY BEETHOVEN PLAYS)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Oh, baby.
What's that smell?
That is grits.
And Mama Pride's
grillades.
Been 197 days
since you fixed them.
Not that I'm counting.
Ooh, all I need now
is the white pepper.
And... we're out?
- Spice drawer.
- Spice drawer?
Reorganized the kitchen.
- Sorry, boss.
- Oh, no need.
Huh.
I'm just a guest these days.
Yeah, and a welcome one as long
as you keep cooking like that.
Hey, don't take this
the wrong way.
We're really happy you're back,
but have you heard from Hannah?
Nothing.
I'm assuming she's making
the most of her time off.
Yeah, I guess.
Reconnecting with her daughter
and dealing with her ex-husband.
I just feel we need
to be there for her, you know?
Best way we can help
is to give her some space.
Agreed.
Can you explain
that concept
to Mr. Grabby here
while you're at it?
Mr. Grabby?
That sounds... What?
No, she had clothes everywhere,
so I did some laundry.
Oh, no, you didn't just
do "some laundry."
You fluffed, folded and ironed,
separated each piece of clothing
with a tissue,
including my underwear.
Yeah, thought that
was a nice touch.
No, it's a creepy touch,
Sebastian.
Breakfast anyone?
Mama's grillades.
I'm down, as long as someone
doesn't think it's creepy.
Don't.
Oh, man. Hang on.
Hello.
Tell me I'm not wrong here.
Number one rule:
When living with a lady,
unless specifically asked,
never, ever touch the lingerie.
That was Christopher.
We just caught a sh**ting
at a research lab.
Really?
Really. Multiple victims.
Let's go.
More for P.
Thank you, Mr. Grabby.
Two male victims
in the first lab.
Three victims in here.
Ordinary night shift
gone haywire?
Loretta.
Rough way to start the morning.
With five victims, yes.
My final prelim is
microbiology tech
Steven Bennecker.
- Random mass sh**ting?
- Don't think so.
Each victim was k*lled
with a double tap.
Suggests a trained sh**t.
Lab is privately owned.
Civilians are our victims.
Why are we here?
'Cause it's a good chance
our suspect is Navy.
Why's that, Christopher?
Well, security system
is state of the art.
Biometric fingerprint scanner.
And according
to the system,
there were six people
here last night.
Well, who's missing?
Navy microbiologist
Lieutenant Ella Ford.
Well, if she survived
and was here, she would've
gone to the cops.
Yeah, but there's
no sign of her.
Phone's off-line.
No record of where she's living.
It's like she disappeared.
She's more than
a biologist.
Combat trained.
Two tours in w*r zones.
What, she just snapped?
Well, workplace
sh**t
are usually
male-perpetrated.
Unless this was
about something else.
High-tech,
secure vaults,
climate-controlled,
multiple fail-safes.
Whatever they were
keeping in there,
they were carefully curating it.
Until somebody pried
this door open
and took it.
Well, this place is
a commercial
pharmaceutical lab.
Supposedly working on
vitamin supplements.
What could they be storing here?
Something worth k*lling for.
Christopher, you and Sebastian,
turn the lab upside down,
find out what's missing.
You got it.
Gregorio, you and I need
to find Lieutenant Ford.
Got it.
Man. Finding Lieutenant
Ford is easier said than done.
Why?
That girl somehow got out
that lab and ghosted.
She's got to be
somewhere, P.
No, I got eyes
all over the town.
Transportation hubs,
airports. No sign.
Well, according to what
I've seen of her record,
she's got counter-Intel
training.
That's strange for a lab rat.
Oh, you can't be serious.
Oh, baby, I'm serious
as a heart att*ck.
No, it's not you.
My new roommate thought
it was the perfect time to send
me an interactive chore app.
Sebastian love his
apps, and he love his chores.
Yeah, well, he should
be more focused
on the five murders
we're trying to solve.
Oh, Sebastian's multitasking.
He just sent me a list
of the projects
that Linnaeous Labs
was working on.
Various unpronounceable
pharmaceutical patents.
Can't imagine they'd
rate mass k*lling.
These patents go like hotcakes
on the black market.
I'm thinking
corporate espionage.
Still doesn't explain
why a Navy biologist
was working at a commercial lab.
According to Lieutenant Ford's
C.O., she wasn't.
Currently stationed at a
research facility in... Siberia.
- Has been for seven months.
- How is that possible?
Lieutenant Ford's prints
were all over that lab.
Exactly.
Sounds like you got a paradox.
Hey.
Hannah, you're back.
Yeah, sorry I'm late,
but I just spoke
to Linnaeous Labs.
They confirmed Lieutenant Ford
as an employee,
but wouldn't confirm
what she was doing there.
No, I mean,
you're back early.
Well, five victims-- seemed like
you needed all hands on deck.
- You okay?
- Yeah. Why?
You were supposed to be
on a two-week
personal leave for your family.
Yeah, turns out
I only needed one.
Family's good.
Should we talk about the case?
- Yeah, we should.
- Yeah, team's yours.
Actually, I would love it
if you'd stick around, Dwayne.
Got a tight-lipped lab,
Navy biologist
on dubious assignment.
SAC privileges could
really come in handy.
Okay. Of course. Oh.
This is Loretta.
She's done with
the autopsies.
I'll go see her?
Great. Yeah.
I'll dig deeper
on Lieutenant Ford.
- Okay.
You buying that whole
"family good" line?
Not in the least.
Can I help you?
I'm not the one in need.
Doctor... Wade?
Yes. And you are?
Inspector Nero.
Louisiana Department of Health.
Oh. Went through assessment
last month.
Frank Connish was the inspector.
Yes, he was.
That's why I'm here.
Frank found some abnormalities,
which required
further review.
He didn't alert me.
Consider this your alert.
I've been here five minutes.
I've seen five different
code violations,
including overcrowding.
I'm filing form F-95B
in compliance
with emergency protocol.
Key word "filing."
Present tense,
as in, you haven't been
authorized.
No. Key word "emergency."
Mm-hmm. Autopsy reports, please.
Public Health has the prelim.
Whatever you think you've found,
it's a mistake.
I don't make those.
Unlike you.
Physical evaluation vague.
Handwriting is sloppy.
In my 25 years, I've never...
Met a health inspector like me.
It's not the first time
I've heard that.
This lab is subpar at best.
Here is a notice
of failure
to comply to code.
Please address these issues
before re-inspection.
Have a nice day.
Excuse me.
- Everything all right, Loretta?
- No, Dwayne.
According to the
Health Department, at best,
it's subpar.
You are the finest medical
examiner in the Southeast.
With the sloppiest penmanship.
Anyway...
the victims,
I pulled nine-millimeter slugs
from each one of them.
Ballistics is running
a search for the w*apon.
- Find anything else?
- Yes.
Traces of a chemical coating
on all the b*ll*ts.
- You get an analysis?
- Mm-hmm.
It's a mixture of airborne
contaminants and toxins.
Elements of chromium,
lead, ferric oxide.
Probably came from wherever
the suspect loaded the w*apon.
Some kind of hideout?
Yeah.
All the chemicals
seem to be present
in ship manufacturing.
Ferric oxide
suggests rust.
There's an old shipyard about
two miles from Linnaeous Labs.
It's worth checking it out.
Yeah, okay.
Listen, Loretta,
whatever that
inspector
said to you, forget about it.
You're the best.
Entrances are located
on the east, west
and north side
of the shipyard.
Split up,
work our way backwards?
- Yeah. I'll take the north.
- Let's go.
East storage.
Looks like...
Suspect's fleeing west!
I lost visual.
I got nothing. Pride?
NCIS!
Hands where I can see them.
Drop the container.
If I do that, we all die.
What's going on?
Hands up!
Like I told Special Agent Pride,
I strongly recommend
against that suggestion.
But you didn't explain why.
You know him, Dwayne?
Not really.
Met him at Loretta's morgue.
Health inspector.
But I got a feeling he's not.
Apologies for the duplicity,
but it was warranted.
Who are you?
Commander Rufus Nero,
Naval Intelligence.
Yeah, right.
Naval Intelligence
shares leads with NCIS.
Ordinarily, yes,
Special Agent Khoury.
Current circumstances
demand discretion.
Who talks like that?
I do, Gregorio.
Now...
you all need to let me deal
with a very delicate
situation.
Five people are dead,
and Navy biologist Ella Ford
is probably responsible.
Lieutenant Ford
was working for me.
You need to start
explaining yourself.
You need to put the container
down and show us some I.D.
Do it!
Please don't sh**t.
You might hit what's
in this container,
and none of us want that.
What's in there?
Does Virus-X
mean anything to you?
Largely unknown disease
discovered
in the melting Arctic caps.
It's so powerful,
- it could be the world's next pandemic.
- That's right.
What I'm holding here
is nothing short of
a biological nuclear w*apon.
What do you got, Ebola in a box?
What's in here makes Ebola
look like the hiccups.
Okay, I'll let you all see
for yourselves, all right?
Okay.
Put it down.
Slowly.
It's gone.
Well, I guess we know
what Lieutenant Ford was after.
Somebody help me understand
how a virus
as dangerous as this
can be stolen from a supposedly
highly secure
and clandestine laboratory.
- Which is why we have to...
- If you recall,
CDC wanted to handle Virus-X
in its own facility.
Where word would have spread
so fast...
The same damn thing would
have happened, Commander.
Look, let's just
take a b*at here, all right?
Look, none of this
would have happened
had I been given
operational control.
You do appreciate the irony
of that statement, right?
Considering the fact it was your
operative who was compromised.
All we can confirm is
that Lieutenant Ford
recovered the
virus in Siberia
and studied it in the lab
as a preventative measure.
Sh-She's the only
one who may be
actually working
her mission here.
Well, if her mission
was to steal the virus
and do God-knows-what with it.
Look, lot at stake, yes.
Which is why we need to focus
on finding Lieutenant Ford.
See? At least NCIS gets it.
Let me tell you
what I get, Nero.
Virus-X has the capacity
to decimate a third
of the world's population.
Worse than smallpox
and yellow fever wrapped up
in a bubonic plague sandwich.
And Navy Intel is being smug.
Sticks and stones, Samantha.
What's the score?
Eighth round,
no punches pulled.
DHS ran Linnaeous Labs
as deep cover
for cross-agency Operation-X,
but now they're mad at CDC
for exposing the op,
and everyone's mad
at Navy Intel
for bringing in Lieutenant Ford
on the mission
in the first place.
Nothing but chaos.
Plus, this virus gets out,
we're looking at a pandemic.
How are Pride and
Hannah holding up?
Way more patient
than I would be.
Okay, everyone needs to
just calm down for a second.
- Take a breath.
- What's CDC doing
in all this?
Other than pointing fingers.
We provided a thorough risk
assessment that specifically
warned of this exact situation.
Oh. So basically your
argument is "I told you so"?
Thank you.
There will be plenty of time
to share the blame.
After we catch up
to Lieutenant Ford.
Secure the virus
before it gets out.
But we're gonna need
some cooperation.
Access to DHS's full
surveillance package,
to begin with.
And NCIS needs to be read in
on all the operations.
We need to find Lieutenant Ford
before she sets
the virus free
or sells it
or drops it on the ground
by mistake.
Prevent the worst-case scenario.
Now, we got a BOLO out,
but we need
extra manpower.
Full cooperation
across all agencies,
agreed, all right?
- Ooh, ooh, apologies.
- You're leaving?
Got to go deliver my own head
on a platter.
My C.O. wants to debrief ASAP.
- Keep me in the loop?
- Of course.
...we might just be
able to contain the virus.
Now, Grassley,
how many men
do y'all have on the ground?
We have 283 in town...
How bad is it?
"End of the world" bad
if we don't find
Lieutenant Ford pronto.
Really? Yeah, 'cause my
tonsils are starting
to get swollen,
I think.
You and Patton find anything
that could help?
Well, we dumped
Lieutenant Ford's phone,
which has been
off-line for 36 hours.
Um, she was in touch
with an unlisted number
in the days leading up to the
sh**ting, but no trace yet.
Well, it could be an accomplice.
Or a handler if she's a spy,
or a buyer if she's trying
to make a buck.
That's a lot of "or's"
in that sentence.
Well, the only guy
that can clear it up
just walked out the door.
Think this guy Nero
has something to do with it?
Well, he did trick Wade into
stealing forensic evidence.
And he tried to walk out
with the Virus-X himself.
And he just walked out
of his own meeting,
just when we were discussing
finding Lieutenant Ford.
- Well, we should go follow him.
- No rush, Gregorio.
I slipped a GPS tracker
in his pocket.
Where'd you get the tracker?
Oh, I got a lot of
interesting things in my bag.
- That's pretty badass.
- Mm-hmm.
Looks like Nero's on the move.
You think he's going after
Lieutenant Ford?
Only one way to find out.
Sebastian, Gregorio,
you're with me. Lasalle...
I'll get with Patton,
run a deep background check
on this Nero dude.
Okay, you're gonna be
taking a right.
When, Sebastian?
Right about... now, now!
Do it now!
You got to give me advance warning.
Maybe if you weren't speeding...
I'm doing 40 in a 35 zone.
- That's technically speeding...
- You're the one with the GPS.
- Do you want to switch?
- You know what, why don't you
check the chore app
to see if we can.
Okay, you know what?
I-I knew you were gonna
make a big deal
about the chore app.
It's not...
Yeah, because I'm a grown woman
and I've been taking care
of myself
without the benefit of an app
for the last 20 years.
Yeah, that's debatable.
Hey, guys?
You know I can hear you, right?
- Sorry.
- Yeah,
just some, uh, roommate stuff.
Yeah, okay, well,
can we get back to
"tracking the suspect" stuff,
huh? Where's Nero?
Uh, he pulled off the main road.
Some sort of container depot.
A half a mile behind us.
Yeah. 'Cause again,
you weren't paying attention.
- You...
- Yeah, yeah, it's all right.
I'm at the depot, entering now.
I'll take position
at the west end of the yard.
You guys back me up.
Copy. We're right behind you.
He's on the phone.
And he's on the move.
Could be making contact
with Lieutenant Ford.
- We got your six.
Nero's made contact
with Lieutenant Ford.
We take them now.
I have to explain.
I'm coming in from behind.
We got you covered.
NCIS! Don't move!
What the hell?
Ella, run! Run!
I'll hold them off.
Get out of here.
NCIS!
Nero, put the g*n down!
- They're getting away!
- Now!
You happy?
Lieutenant Ford!
Don't sh**t!
I won't if you don't
give me a reason to.
Tell me where
you took the virus.
I didn't take the virus
anywhere.
I am the virus.
Loretta.
What's so important you couldn't
explain it to me on the phone?
We need to get Lieutenant Ford
contained now.
What's wrong with her?
She didn't steal the virus.
She injected herself with it.
- She injected herself?
- Where can we bring her?
A hospital.
- We can't do that.
- I need to sit down.
Okay, the lab, I guess.
But somebody needs
to explain to me
why you brought her here.
Hospital personnel get wind
of a Virus-X patient,
there'll be mass panic.
Not to mention,
somebody tried to abduct her.
- She's a target.
- Okay, go on.
But the lab isn't even remotely
equipped for the care she needs.
It'll do for now.
We need a safe, secure and
quiet place to care for her
until I can make
arrangements.
What is the health inspector
doing here?
He's no health inspector.
Rufus Nero, Naval Intelligence.
I'll get back to that tidbit
after I've called the CDC.
Already called them. Please,
just check on Lieutenant Ford.
I should go, too.
Not till we get
something straight.
You're upset because
I didn't tell you
I was meeting
Lieutenant Ford.
Which is the second time
you lied to us in one day.
- I was trying to protect my colleague.
- By deceiving NCIS?
Somebody got into Linnaeous Labs
and k*lled five people.
Think we can agree
it was an inside job.
I don't know who to trust.
You'd have done the same.
Maybe.
Which is why
I haven't arrested you.
But the day's not over.
Watch your step, Nero.
Dwayne, get the respirators.
On it.
Your temperature's high.
Pupils are dilated.
Severe headaches?
Uh, muscle pain,
stomach cramping?
- All of it.
- Okay.
Let's get her hydrated.
Mr. Nero, or whoever you are,
you can be of use.
There is an isolation tent
in the utility storage.
I'll find it.
You're wondering
if I'm contagious.
I've been told it's the
deadliest virus in the world.
Once it's incubated.
Based on my research,
it'll infect
my respiratory tract first,
then go airborne.
We've got about ten hours
until that happens.
Well, it's better to be safe
than sorry.
Lieutenant Ford,
I have to ask you,
why did you inject yourself?
I was in the vault last night
when I heard g*nshots.
Someone was coming
for the virus.
Didn't have time
to destroy it safely.
My mission was to contain it.
Her bloodstream was the
one place the sample was safe.
I slipped out through
Hazmat disposal,
waited until I could
make contact with you, sir.
You did the right thing, Ella.
In what world
is this the right thing?
I weighed the risks,
knew what I had to do,
just like Commander Nero
taught me.
Well done.
Well, she's a brave girl.
She just needs to
learn to sit still.
All right, this is Christopher.
Says they might have a lead
on the suspects
who tried to grab
Lieutenant Ford.
Let's go.
I'll stay and assist Dr. Wade.
Loretta?
I'm fine.
We'll make do.
Patton was able to
pull traffic cam video
of the SUV as it fled.
I pulled a photo of this man
in the passenger seat.
Ran facial recognition,
and it came back
as Peter Lankmire.
Dishonorably discharged
from the m*llitary.
Spent five years in Angola
for extortion and as*ault.
Good chance we can add
multiple murders
and attempted kidnapping.
He looks good
for the lab sh**ting,
but trying to steal a virus
from a secret
government facility?
No, this guy's muscle,
not strategy.
Someone told him where
to find Linnaeous Labs,
what to take, and where to find
Lieutenant Ford today.
We need to locate Lankmire and
whoever's pulling the strings.
There's no change
in temperature.
I'm not sure whether
that's good news or bad.
I would like you
to reconsider antibiotics.
There's no point.
It's useless.
Acetaminophen, then?
It could help with
the myalgia at least.
That'll only mask some of the
symptoms for a little while.
But that would give us
the opportunity
to figure out how
to treat you properly.
You're very kind, but no matter
what you do, Doctor,
the pulmonary inflammation
is spreading.
There are experiments
with antivirals that could help.
We've studied all the trials.
They only make the
virus more resistant.
I'll die, and if you
don't contain me,
the virus will live to spread.
Don't be so eager
to accept a death sentence.
I'm not eager. I'm resolved.
It was my choice not to
let them weaponize it,
even at the risk of my own life.
Rest it is.
Doctor's orders.
How is she?
Stubborn.
She's refusing treatment
for fear the virus
grows stronger.
She wants to honor her mission.
Assuming that's your influence.
Mission first.
- Look, if-if it could have been me, I...
- But it wasn't.
X-rays and lab results
suggest seven hours
until the virus goes airborne.
Less without proper care.
We need to rush a medevac.
That won't be necessary.
- And you are?
- Jeff Grassley.
CDC, but how...
Dr. Wade, I cannot
thank you enough
for the marvelous work
you've done.
But we'll, uh...
we'll take it from here.
They've cleared Ella for evac?
D.C. wants her in Atlanta
so they can isolate the virus,
and then they'll get
the top people working on her.
Oh, well, that's a relief.
But is it safe to move her?
Safer than treating her here.
Maybe you can
show us the way,
Dr. Wade?
Yeah.
Just spoke to Gregorio
and Sebastian.
They're interviewing everybody
with clearance to Virus-X.
No suspects yet.
And I'm poring over these
personnel files. Nothing.
That's what I said--
reading files take too long.
Which is why I connect the dots
using my own
binary overlap intervals.
Go on, but in English.
I ran a full digital
background check
on everybody who had
clearance to Virus-X,
including whoever they dated
in high school.
And?
I cross-referenced
with Lankmire's history.
And?
And, obviously,
I must have got a hit,
or I wouldn't be here.
Before he went to prison,
Lankmire did security for CDC.
He worked a relief
project here in New Orleans.
CDC built three
emergency shelters,
and one guy ran point.
Jeff Grassley,
who's now supervising
the Virus-X project.
Looks like we got ourselves
a mole.
I'll tell Pride.
I don't like this.
I know you're concerned
about Ella's well-being,
- but this transport is...
- A vulnerability.
What's to say the evac won't be
compromised, like the lab was?
With a security detail?
That's a risk
worth taking.
This is Ella's life at stake.
Look, I know that
I haven't given you
much reason to trust me,
but something is off here.
Will you back my play?
Will I what, now?
All right,
Lieutenant Ford's secure.
We are on the move.
I am afraid that
I cannot let you leave.
Quit fooling around, Nero.
We're medevacing her
to the CDC.
Nope, sorry, she stays here.
Dr. Wade, can you explain to him
that we're trying to save
Lieutenant Ford's life?
Uh, Nero...
We can't risk her
being compromised again.
Not with this virus.
Enough.
My orders are from D.C.
This is not a debate.
Let's go.
All right, then, fine.
I-I'm coming with you.
There is no room for you, Nero.
And, honestly, with everything
we've been through,
I don't think I trust you.
Yeah, well, I don't think
I trust you, either.
Gentlemen, let's take a breath.
All right. You're right.
You're right, Dr. Wade.
There's no need to argue.
Peter, do it now.
He's coming this way.
Do you have a w*apon?
I'm a medical examiner.
So? I'm a scientist.
So where's your w*apon?
Okay, I'll draw his fire.
What? And get sh*t in
the process? No, thanks.
Stay down.
Let's get out of here.
Loretta?
I'm okay.
- Lieutenant Ford?
- Gone.
Grassley's got her.
- What could he want from her?
- The virus.
He's behind
the whole plot.
We just got to figure out why.
And where he's taking
Lieutenant Ford.
Dwayne says Wade's rattled
but safe and sound. Nero, too.
That's gonna change soon
if we don't catch up
to Grassley.
Yeah, like 180 minutes soon.
I was looking at
Wade's lab tests.
The virus is gonna be airborne
in, like, three hours.
Well, DHS and FBI
are covering the city.
Patton's doing his magic.
We need to get into
Grassley's head.
If we can anticipate
his plan, we can end it.
So, is he a t*rror1st
or an opportunist?
Well, targeted t*rror1st att*cks
are usually chosen by ideology.
All right, figure out
what Grassley believes,
that could give us a clue
to where
he's going to unleash the virus.
If he's acting on ideology.
He could be looking
for a payday.
Which means
we should look
into financial
weaknesses, debts,
bad investments.
Ask, and you shall receive.
I just did a deep dive
on this joker,
and it seems that his heart
is serving the wrong master.
2010, he jacked up
the pharmaceutical prices
at his privately held company.
A year later,
he files for bankruptcy,
losing a couple
other companies
before ending up at CDC,
making a fraction
of what he used to.
- He wants to get rich.
That means selling the virus
to the highest bidder.
And there's a number of bad
agents who'll pay a mint for it.
Dwayne.
Yeah, Hannah?
Yeah, hold on.
Dr. Wade. Dr. Wade.
Let's take care of you
before you take care
of your lab.
- I don't need...
- Look.
You're bleeding. Huh?
Come on, you're a doctor.
You know the risks
of infection.
In you go.
Have a seat.
First aid kit?
Upper drawer.
I owe you an apology.
Oh, for applying too much
pressure to my wound
or getting my lab sh*t up
or calling my morgue subpar?
Touché.
For the record, Dr. Wade,
I have never seen
a morgue this well-cared-for.
And I have never met an M.E.
who takes better care
of the living.
Is that another one
of your deceptions?
Hand to God.
You are one of a kind.
Oh.
Well, you are, too.
- In a good way or bad?
- The jury's still out.
Team seems to think
that Grassley is out
to sell the virus.
- Sell it?
- Well, there are plenty of
bad actors out there
who would want to weaponize it.
The virus is in Lieutenant
Ford at the moment.
How would Grassley extract
it from her bloodstream?
He'd need to keep her in
a contained environment.
He'd want the strain
at its maximum bacterial load.
The more advanced the virus,
the more powerful the sample.
The shape Lieutenant Ford is in,
he can't have moved her far.
Well, he needs a sterile
medical facility,
away from prying eyes.
He'd need more than that.
He'd need a clinical
microbiology lab to make sure
that he kept the virus pure.
Any location in New Orleans
is strictly regulated.
- It's too public.
- Unless...
Medical supplies, machinery,
microbiology lab.
Would a dormant CDC shelter
hold all of that?
Yeah, that would do.
Grassley oversaw construction
of three of them
around the Gulf.
Might have a lead
on where he's at.
Lasalle said no sign of
Grassley or the lieutenant
at the Gulfport shelter.
Yeah, and we're reaching
the 11th hour here, too.
Virus could be strong
and airborne by now.
Well, then, you better
hold your breath.
- Gregorio?
- What?!
What now? What'd I do?
If we go in there
a-d something goes wrong
and we contract
a deadly virus,
I just...
I want you to know
that I appreciate you.
Same here, baby.
Let's go.
- I'll zig.
- I'll zag.
I wouldn't.
Thanks.
All right. You're gonna tell us
where Lieutenant Ford is.
He doesn't have to.
I already found her.
We're too late.
Lieutenant Ford is dead.
We have to assume
that Grassley's in possession
of the virus now
and that he's
willing to sell it.
Well, FBI, NOPD and JPSO
and the state troopers
have the city on lockdown.
There's no way he's getting
out of here by air or land.
Yeah, but that still leaves
waterways, passenger cars.
It's way too many exit points.
Plus, Sebastian and Gregorio
can't get the muscle to talk.
Lieutenant Ford gave up her life
to protect that virus.
We're not gonna
let her die in vain.
We'll check every
car, boat, bicycle
and pedestrian heading
out of New Orleans
until we find him.
Or you can hitch a
ride on a riverboat.
You theorizing with us,
P, or you got a lead?
Your man bought a ticket
a few days ago.
Paid cash, but we caught him
on a security camera.
Hurricane Debbie, scheduled
to leave out of the terminal
on Poydras in about 30 minutes.
Riverboat going upstream.
He can slip out at any point.
Yeah, no way anyone's
gonna look for him
amongst all those tourists.
- It's the perfect way out.
- Let's go.
Good work, P.
I'll check the terminal,
verify who's boarding.
Take the riverwalk, double back.
Let's all be careful.
I got eyes on Grassley.
Moving in.
Grassley, wait!
Headed into the aquarium.
Watch out,
watch out!
Cover both exits.
Coming through!
Out of the way!
Excuse me.
Get out of the way,
out of the way.
Grassley!
It's over.
There's nowhere else to go.
Here.
Come get it.
Get back.
Get back.
- Stay back.
- Back up.
Back up. Back up.
Stay back. Stay back.
Back up.
Please back up.
I had to. I know.
I was in quarantine.
No. No, not for me.
It was someone else.
Yeah, it's
a long story.
Everything is okay. I know. I...
Uh, I'll-I'll call you later.
Okay, Ryan?
Sorry to interrupt.
No, you didn't. It's just...
Family. I understand.
Yeah, well,
that makes one of us.
Ryan having a hard time
coming to grips with...
everything?
I-I just... I don't blame him.
It's kind of hard to explain
the last 48 hours
that we've had.
That why you
came back early?
Too much explaining?
Dwayne, I just spent
the last week explaining
and apologizing and reasoning,
and it's just..
It's just exhausting.
You know, it's not Ryan's fault.
We just keep missing each other.
I've been there, Hannah.
How about I buy you a drink,
we talk about it?
How about I buy you a drink,
we talk about anything else?
Deal.
Okay.
Can't believe
you made a sandwich.
I'm hungry.
I thought I was
making dinner, though.
Well, how about this? You eat
the dinner you're making,
and I'll eat my sandwich.
Everybody wins.
I spent all morning
braising that chicken.
But I didn't ask you to, did I?
Just like I didn't ask you
to wash my laundry
or organize my drawers--
again, creepy.
All right, listen.
I-I love living with you.
I do.
But I need
a little personal space.
Just a little bit.
You got it.
Good.
So is that a hard no on the
ballroom dancing classes, or...?
I also put us into a bridge tournament,
but I need you to teach me
how to play bridge.
Commander Nero.
Call me Rufus.
I am so sorry about
Lieutenant Ford.
As am I.
She was a very talented officer.
She's a hero.
Sacrificed herself
to save so many others.
I feel responsible.
Well, she knew the risks.
You can be angry about it,
you can be sad about it,
but, uh, you shouldn't
be self-indulgent.
Not now that I'm finally
warming to you.
To be honest, Ella was a friend,
and believe it or not,
I don't make many of those.
Oh, I believe it.
But play your cards right,
and you may make a new one.
May I take you to dinner?
No.
We could go Dutch.
I'd like that very much.
Well, hurry up, now,
before I change my mind, Rufus.