♪ Hey, y'all sing it with me ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Come on,
don't call it a comeback ♪
♪ I been here for years ♪
♪ I ain't trippin',
I'm just making it clear ♪
♪ What you know about
blood, sweat and tears? ♪
♪ You're lookin' for me,
then the man's right here ♪
♪ It'll come to ya,
it'll come to ya ♪
♪ It'll come to ya, it'll come
to ya, it'll come to ya... ♪
I don't know why I had to pay
a cover to meet you in here
just to turn around
and go back out.
I like the music.
That what they call it?
♪ You should've left it
where it should've been ♪
♪ I heard the monkeys
on the sticks and the Ya... ♪
(song continuing faintly
in distance)
All right, show
me yours. Come on.
How am I supposed to know
it's all there?
Business relationships
are built on trust.
(thump nearby)
What the hell was that?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just relax.
You brought someone?
Look, I'm alone, okay?
And you're a little
freakin' high right now.
Just get this deal done...
You playing me?
(g*nsh*t)
MAN: Richard!
Richard.
Richard, you okay?
Are you okay?!
This is Spencer.
Officer down. Officer down!
I need help
immediately. Come on.
Officer down!
I need help!
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
RITA:
Roasted spiced leg of lamb,
braised baby artichokes,
and there may be
a banana cinnamon pudding
in the oven,
which I'm hoping I didn't burn.
(romantic jazz music playing)
Here I thought I was the chef
in this relationship.
(chuckles)
You may want to taste
the food before
you relinquish the title.
(chuckles) Well, you know,
you didn't really have to do
all of this.
And you don't have
to do that.
I got this.
Okay.
To be honest,
I might have an ulterior motive.
There are a couple of things
I wanted to talk to you about.
And I was thought
the food and wine might
make it a little easier.
This about Clearwater?
Ah!
So, few weeks ago...
Yeah.
...on the Brossette case,
we learned several housing
developments were shelved there.
Police resources were curbed.
Yeah, Mayor Hamilton
was behind all of it,
but we never found out why.
Well, I may have.
Someone's been buying
properties in Clearwater
at a huge rate,
pushing people out
when they don't want to sell.
And you think
it's Hamilton?
Well, it makes sense.
Deny services
to the residents,
and then sweep in
and buy their houses.
It's a poor immigrant community.
Property values
are rock-bottom.
No profits to be made.
I have to figure out
Hamilton's angle.
Well, this is a city matter.
You're NCIS.
No jurisdiction.
Me, on the other hand,
go to Clearwater, question
some of the complainants,
figure out who's buying
the property,
try and put a case together
for the D.A.
Hamilton basically got
the D.A. elected.
He's kissing cousins
with half the office.
You'd be putting a target
on your back at work.
That's the second thing
I wanted to talk to you about.
Um... I may not be staying
at the D.A.'s office, Dwayne.
What?
I got a job offer.
Department of Justice.
National Security Division.
It's in Washington, D.C.
Wow, that's-that's...
that's a big deal.
Yeah, it is.
They want me ASAP,
and I've been putting them off.
Why?
You have to ask?
Look, I'm not one to cut
and run, and neither are you.
But whatever this is between us,
it deserves a chance,
don't you think?
Yes, I do.
(phone beeping)
Oh, yeah.
I know what that means.
No, no. No, not neces...
It's Gregorio.
We caught a case.
I'm sorry.
Eh, more bread pudding
for me.
(chuckles)
Talk later.
Yeah.
You got the dishes.
There are plenty of 'em.
(chuckles)
(camera clicking)
Victim's name
is Nathan Kelly.
A Navy contractor
working the port by day,
drug dealing by night.
Didn't turn out
too well for him.
Mr. Kelly was sh*t three times
with a Glock Model .
Don't you usually
have to get the body
back to the morgue
before you know that?
This time, we have
the w*apon and the sh**t.
Kelly acted crazy
during the deal.
NOPD Vice had to take him out.
He was dealing dr*gs
to an undercover cop?
Fentanyl,
according to NOPD.
A synthetic opioid times
more powerful than heroin.
About a kilo of
it over there.
LASALLE:
That's some heavy weight.
How does a dock worker
get his hands on it?
We're hoping you could
answer that question.
If you Feds can spare
some of your precious time.
Special Agent Lasalle.
Hey, always
willing to step in
and fix the locals' messes,
Sergeant Spencer.
Hey, he's Lieutenant Spencer,
actually.
For real?
Yep.
You got promoted again?
Always failing upward.
(laughter)
LASALLE:
Good to see you.
Let me guess, you guys go back.
Spencer.
Gregorio.
(laughs)
Detective Aubrey.
We taught LaSalle everything
he knows about being a cop.
Yeah, it took an hour,
and I improvise the rest.
And then Pride stole him
away from vice.
Forgot about his pals.
Haven't seen you
for Tuesday drinks in a while.
Ah, my partying
days are curtailed.
Busy fighting crime.
Speaking of which,
any idea what Kelly
was into here?
City's been fentanyl-free
for a year.
Couple weeks ago, it's back
on the street with a vengeance.
You think Kelly's the supplier?
Nah. Kelly's on the thug end
of the spectrum.
But Marino's been working him
for the past couple days.
Pretty sure he's got a hookup
down at the ports though.
Maybe a Navy connection.
Hoping you guys could
check that out.
Where's Marino anyway?
He working another
monster hangover?
You didn't hear?
Deal went bad, Chris.
Marino took a b*llet.
(siren wailing)
(groans softly)
(knocks)
Hey. Whoa.
It's my former partner, huh?
And the new guy.
Been almost ten years
since Chris joined NCIS.
I don't think you can call me
the new guy anymore.
I'm the one that
broke him in.
And I'm still
not convinced
this whole NCIS thing
isn't just a phase.
You want me to come visit,
you should just call,
not get in a sh**t.
Wasn't much of a sh**t.
I didn't even get to my w*apon.
You're still wearing
your g*n on your ankle.
Just like in that movie.
French Connection, baby.
Look at that.
It's a modern-day classic.
I bet you still haven't seen it.
It's on my list.
Sure you should be doing that?
Celebrating
my miraculous survival.
sh*t point-blank,
barely a scratch.
Looks like more than
a scratch to me.
MARINO:
Yeah, well.
- You should see the other guy.
- Yeah, we did.
Since he can't talk,
we're hoping you will.
Sure, Dwayne. I don't think
there's much to tell.
You think Kelly was getting his
fentanyl in through the port?
Must've. I mean, we shut down
the local operation last year.
Took out one of
his big drug labs.
Confiscated keys.
That's quite a haul.
Yeah, biggest of my career.
Though somehow,
Spencer got all the credit
and the big promotion.
Well, you're a team.
Good for him, right?
He got the reward,
and I got the b*llet.
Uh, that's a fair deal.
Well, Kelly must've had
some kind of connection
bringing in the dr*gs.
Huh?
I mean, he was loading
and unloading Navy cargo
off ships
from all over the world.
Had special clearance.
You think Navy personnel
are smuggling dr*gs
into New Orleans?
(chuckles)
I'm just a street cop.
They pay me
to bust down doors.
I'll leave it to the, uh,
professional investigators
to put the pieces
together.
Maybe we can work
together on this.
You lay off the booze
and get some rest.
Molly picking you up?
Ooh.
I guess it has been
a while, Chris.
Um...
Molly left me.
Guess I'm an acquired taste.
Sorry to hear that.
Mm.
Come on. I'll take you home.
All right.
Okay. According to NOPD,
Kelly was smuggling fentanyl
off of incoming cargo ships.
Problem is, the vessels
he was off-loading
come from
the Southern Hemisphere.
Fentanyl's usually manufactured
in China and East Asia.
If Kelly was a part
of an international drug ring,
there'd be signs
in his digital life--
phone calls, e-mails,
activity in the Dark Web--
but there's nothing.
There is one discrepancy.
Kelly was loading a ship
that was bound
for the Panama Canal yesterday.
A hundred crates
of dry goods for
the USNS Tacoma.
He ended up loading crates.
Did a manual correction
in the ship's log.
I contacted
the Navy logistics officer.
There's no record
of this extra crate.
King, what if
Kelly wasn't
smuggling dr*gs
in to New Orleans...
But smuggling them out.
Skimmed a key off the
top to sell on the side,
got clipped by the cops.
Still doesn't answer the
question of who supplied him.
Keep digging into Kelly's life;
there's got to be something.
Well, I might not be able
to tell you about Kelly's life,
but I can tell you
about the dr*gs that he had.
See, every batch of
synthetic narcotics
has its own unique
chemical recipe,
kind of like DNA.
Well, the brick of fentanyl
that was in Kelly's car,
that was manufactured
here in New Orleans.
GREGORIO: From the same drug lab
that vice busted last year.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, from the same
batch that was confiscated
in that bust.
By all accounts,
this should be
in an NOPD evidence locker.
Somehow, Kelly got
possession of the dr*gs.
GREGORIO:
Well, if that's true,
then he definitely couldn't
have done it alone.
He had to have help
from inside the NOPD.
Not just NOPD.
The vice squad.
My old unit.
I mean, that's what
you're suggesting,
isn't it?
So we're saying
that someone stole kilos
of fentanyl
from the NOPD,
gave it to Kelly to smuggle
out of the country.
Probably a vice cop.
We have no proof of that.
Well, I-I tested
the dr*gs.
They're from the same batch;
that's pretty strong evidence.
Not to me, Sebastian.
Not when you're talking about
my old unit being corrupt.
SEBASTIAN: I'm just saying
that the dr*gs match,
that's all.
You don't know these guys.
After Katrina, my house was
destroyed, Marino took me in.
The rest of the unit,
they helped rebuild; every day,
after work, they pitched in.
All right, guys like that
don't do this!
PRIDE:
Christopher.
Let's take this one step
at a time.
Okay, we know that Kelly
had the fentanyl,
and it looks like
he loaded it onto a cargo ship.
Which is currently headed
for the Panama Canal.
PRIDE:
Contact the Coast Guard.
Get on that ship.
Find the extra crate.
Oh, you know what,
I should go, too.
I thought you and boats
don't get along so well.
No, I love boats,
it's just the water
that makes me want to hurl.
But the point is
you're gonna need me
to test the fentanyl.
Besides, I'm an
NCIS agent now, right?
I got to get my sea
legs at some point.
Take him.
Come on.
If you throw up on me,
I'll sh**t you.
No pressure, though, right?
(sighs)
Now, I came up with these cops.
They're like family.
You know 'em, too.
Now, they seem like
the kind of people
who would take a penny
that doesn't belong to 'em?
We're not talking about a penny,
Christopher.
Look, they're good guys, but
we-we got to investigate.
This is all kinds
of personal for you,
so if it's
too close to home, then...
No, I'm good.
Let's go to vice.
GREGORIO:
You gonna be all right?
SEBASTIAN: Yeah. That flight was a little
choppier than I would've liked.
Think I'm all
out of patches.
All right, well, look,
take one of these.
What is it?
What do you know
about Chinese medicine?
I'm more of a dabbler
than an expert, really.
I went to get acupuncture once,
but then I just kept thinking
about Hellraiser and that
guy with all the needles
in his face, I freaked out.
Okay, well, I have
a great acupuncturist.
He put this
herbal blend together;
it helped me
with seasickness.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- What do you mean you're good?
You don't trust me?
No, I trust you.
It's just, you know,
I like to do a full spectrum
analysis of anything new
before I, uh...
before I ingest it. It's fine.
All right, look at you. Come on.
Beggars can't be choosers, okay?
All right, okay.
Come on.
Come on, sweetie.
You'll be fine.
Hey, I'm Captain Gaines.
Welcome aboard the USNS Tacoma.
Special Agent Gregorio and Lund.
Thanks for having us.
Yeah, I wasn't given
much of a choice,
and I'm not sure
why you're here.
We just need to inspect
some cargo that you're hauling.
Inspections are traditionally
done in the port
of exit or entry.
Yeah, well, this is one of those
nontraditional inspections.
Just follow me below deck;
I'll bring you to your cargo.
PRIDE: So we ask for the case
file on the fentanyl bust.
We need access to
the evidence locker.
No reason to make
any accusations
till we know exactly
what's going on, right?
Yeah. Pride.
We go in there together,
they're gonna tense up,
think we're fishing
for something.
You want to go in solo?
I know you're friendly with 'em
and all, but...
I'm still an outsider.
They'll be more at ease with me.
You sure?
Yeah.
I don't expect to find
anything suspicious anyway.
I'll be right back.
All right.
(siren wailing in distance)
(phone ringing)
Hey, Rita.
Sorry about last night.
RITA:
Don't be.
Work is work.
Yeah, well,
I was hoping you'd still
be at NCIS when I got back,
but it was : in the morning.
Oh, we'll pick up
that conversation later.
Right now, I want to ask
what you know about
Audubon Industries.
Never heard of 'em. Why?
RITA: They're the company
buying up all the properties
in Clearwater.
I'm about to go knock
on their door.
Why don't you wait for me.
We'll go in together.
Well, I'm here now.
And you're working.
I'll call you after.
Don't worry.
(line clicks, phone beeps)
MARINO: Let me show you what
we got on that fentanyl bust.
Got to be around here somewhere.
Yeah, nothing
ever changes.
Sloppy ten years ago,
sloppy today.
How do you work
like this?
(chuckles)
I do have a system.
But you're wrong.
I haven't changed, but you have.
When I first met you,
you were a punk kid
who thought he knew everything.
Now look at you.
Yeah, still a punk.
Yeah, but you're
no longer a kid.
Seriously, though.
You were smart
to get out of this place,
make something
of yourself.
I should've done the same thing
when I had the options.
Well, you can always
change units.
Take the
sergeant's exam.
(chuckles)
Not with my history.
Public Integrity's come
knocking a few too many times.
Drinking at work now?
It's medicinal.
Seriously, Richard,
you got me a little worried.
Look, you may have
that federal badge,
but you're still a rookie
in my books, okay?
Let me do the worrying.
Here's everything we have
on the fentanyl bust,
but Nathan Kelly's not involved.
How can you
be so sure?
'Cause it was a group
of chemistry majors
that watched too much
Breaking Bad,
thought they'd start a g*ng.
Every single one of them
is doing time,
and every ounce of their dr*gs
ended up in the evidence locker.
I'd like to take a look
at those dr*gs.
Why do you want to do that?
'Cause the fentanyl
we took off of Kelly
is an exact chemical match.
So you think Kelly broke into
the NOPD evidence locker
and stole the dr*gs?
(chuckles)
Clearly you've never met him.
Ah.
You think a cop did this.
Well, I don't want
to believe that,
but it's a
legitimate lead.
We need to
follow up on it.
Or you could just ask me.
I am asking.
Can I see the dr*gs?
No.
They're gone.
They were taken
to the incinerator last week.
Well, who signed them out?
I did. I took them
there myself, okay?
So consider
that lead followed.
Unless, of course,
you don't believe me,
in which case, you might want to
get Public Integrity involved.
Hey, Richard,
I'm the rookie here, right?
Of course I believe you.
Must be some other explanation
how Kelly got the dr*gs.
Must be.
GAINES:
Unit number U.S. -B.
Ah, here we are.
This is your locker.
Inside is your crate.
All right, thank you.
Here it is.
Just need to break the seal.
Uh, this seal's
already been broken.
Someone's been
inside the locker?
No, that's not possible.
Hmm, guessing that's the
crate we're looking for?
Yep, and whatever was
in it is gone now.
(exhales)
(siren wailing in distance)
You get access to the fentanyl?
(sighs)
What's going on?
dr*gs are gone, King.
Signed straight out of evidence,
right into Kelly's hands.
You know who did it?
Yeah, but I sure as hell
wish I didn't.
It was Marino.
GREGORIO: So, we searched
the Navy locker.
The extra crate that Kelly
loaded was completely empty.
Any idea if the dr*gs
were ever in it?
Sebastian tested the crate,
came back positive
for the same fentanyl
Kelly was dealing.
Hi. It wasn't just
fentanyl though,
it was a whole
gamut of narcotics.
Talking cocaine, marijuana,
all your heroins.
I mean, you got your black
tar, your Colombian white,
your Afghan brown...
LASALLE: We get it Sebastian.
Lot of dr*gs.
pounds,
worth millions on the street.
And it's much more
than what Kelly got
from the NOPD
evidence locker.
You need to
search the ship.
SEBASTIAN: Well, you know,
that's easier said
than done, you know, 'cause
this is a T-AKR class vessel.
That means
it's feet long,
it's feet deep, it's got
a TEU capacity.
I mean, do the math,
you know?
Actually, I'm gonna
do the math.
Sebastian.
Seasickness
getting to you?
Actually,
you know what? No.
Tammy gave me some
dynamite Chinese medicine,
and I feel great;
it's so awesome.
GREGORIO: Just might be
a side effect or two.
But we got another problem.
That crate was emptied
while the ship was at sea.
Means Kelly's got an accomplice
on the crew.
Find the accomplice,
you'll find the dr*gs.
Any luck figuring out
who gave Kelly access
to the confiscated dr*gs
in the first place?
We got some ideas.
PRIDE:
But nothing confirmed yet.
This is
a sophisticated operation.
We need to shut it down
before that ship
makes the Panama Canal.
Copy that.
You seen this thing?
It's nuts.
Get out of here.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
You really think Richard Marino
would steal dr*gs?
The Marino that was
my mentor and partner?
No.
But he's not that guy anymore.
Well, the drinking's
one thing.
We're talking
a major felony.
Well, he admitted he signed
for the confiscated fentanyl
out of evidence to be destroyed.
And now it's on that cargo ship.
If it's true,
Marino was in league with Kelly.
And we have no connection
between them
except last night's bust.
PATTON: You might not
have the connection,
but I do. Follow me.
Here we go, right here.
Brian Cooper.
Who's Brian Cooper?
Brian Cooper graduated
Western High School in
with Nathan Kelly.
They played varsity baseball,
and they're still part
of a summer ball league
together.
What's Cooper's
connection to Marino?
PATTON:
Cooper works the incinerator
for the New Orleans
Police Department.
Let's pay him a visit.
Good work, P.
SEBASTIAN: There are hundreds
of crates on this ship.
There's no way
we search them all
before we reach
the Panama Canal.
GREGORIO: And we know
at least one of the crew
is involved in
the smuggling operation.
No one can be trusted.
Not even us.
Ah, I'm kidding.
I'm just going with a thing.
I'm sorry.
I totally trust you, just...
Okay, well, I mostly trust you,
but you've been acting
weirder than usual.
Well, yeah.
It's these Chinese herbs
that you gave me, you know?
They're making me feel
all wired and tense and itchy.
Is that normal?
I should've never
given them to you.
I like it,
though, you know?
I feel like I'm f*ring
on all cylinders.
Oh, good, well, maybe you
can use those cylinders
to lead us to where the
narcotics are hidden.
I was just kidding,
Sebastian.
We have to do it the
old-fashioned way.
We need to check
every locker.
No. No, we don't.
W-We're thinking
about this all wrong.
Why hide pounds
of dr*gs in a locker
just to take them out
before you reach port?
It's too risky, unless...
They were never meant to reach
the port in the first place.
But where do you get rid
of pounds of dr*gs
in the middle of the ocean?
Can't just throw them overboard.
Follow me,
I got an idea.
But it's gonna be smelly.
Smelly?
Wait, where are
we going?
Incinerator's going.
(car alarm chirps)
Cooper must be here.
Oh, Patton just sent me
everything he's got
on Brian Cooper.
He's been working
the incinerator
for seven years,
destroying dr*gs for NOPD,
state police and DEA.
Gives him access
to a lot of narcotics.
Opportunity
to make a profit.
(knock on door)
Brian Cooper,
federal agents.
We need to talk.
Open up.
It's locked.
(both groaning)
That's not dr*gs
being b*rned.
(coughing)
(groans):
Oh, God.
(coughing)
Oh, that's Brian Cooper.
Cooper?
What the hell is going on?
(phone ringing)
Call it in, Chris.
Rita.
Hey, Rita, listen, I...
I'm on my way.
Everything
all right?
She got run off the road.
(tires screech)
♪ ♪
Rita?
Rita, are you here?
RITA:
Dwayne.
Rita.
It's okay.
I'm not hurt. I'm good.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No. You're bleeding.
I am? Oh, I...
Oh.
Must have cut myself
getting out. I was...
I just was moving so fast. I was
trying to get to safety. I...
Just tell me
what happened.
Well, this truck came
up behind me fast.
I-I tried to move out of
the way. It kept coming,
and then just rammed into me,
and the next thing I know,
my car was flipped over,
and then the truck
was speeding away.
Did you get a look
at the plates?
No.
But I've seen the truck before.
It was following me.
All day in Clearwater.
This wasn't an accident.
You should have called .
But if you're right,
and Hamilton's behind all this,
how can I trust anyone but you?
Yeah.
Okay, come on.
You weren't wrong
about the smell.
Why do you think
the dr*gs are here?
Well, on a ship,
recycling is stacked
and sorted to be
off-loaded at port.
But compost is
dumped in the ocean
before the ship reaches
its, uh, destination.
You think the dr*gs
are gonna be dumped?
Yeah, and then picked up
by whoever else is part
of the smuggling ring,
which means we have to search
all these garbage
containers right now.
Come on, let's
get gross. (whoops)
Okay, I'll be over here.
Believe it or not, this doesn't
even rank my top ten
most disgusting places
to search.
Glamorous life
of a field agent.
Sebastian,
I think I hit pay dirt.
(grunting)
(screams)
(Sebastian yells)
(panting)
That was unexpected.
You did great, baby.
You did great.
Uh, let's... put cuffs on him
or whatever happens next.
Do these fit him?
Loretta.
Ah. Is Dwayne
joining us?
No. Rita got in
some kind of accident.
She's okay, but he took her
to NCIS to be sure.
Okay.
What can you tell me
about Brian Cooper?
Uh, I can tell you
he wasn't b*rned alive.
d*ed of a single
g*nsh*t wound to the chest.
k*ller was trying to get rid
of the body and evidence.
If he was, he did
a poor job of it.
A drug incinerator usually has
an a*t*matic cut-off function
whenever foreign materials
are introduced.
And that's why I was able
to recover these.
Pretty badly b*rned.
On the outside, yes,
but I pulled biologicals
from the inside of the gloves.
Christopher, not sure you're
gonna like what I came up with.
(indistinct
police radio chatter)
(siren wailing in distance)
MARINO:
I can't believe it.
You called in the rat squad
after all.
I'm so disappointed.
Nothing compared
to how I'm feeling.
MARINO:
You see this?
This is how they treat
a -year veteran.
No more lies, Marino.
You're breaking my heart.
No need to make
a scene, Richard.
“No need to make a Sc...”
Me make a scene?
What were you gonna do,
arrest me for theft?
No. We're gonna arrest you
for m*rder.
(handcuffs clicking)
Why am I looking at this?
It's Brian Cooper,
incinerator operator
for the City of New Orleans.
You think I k*lled Brian?
We know you did.
And why did I do that?
O-Over some fentanyl
I supposedly liberated
from evidence?
Not just fentanyl.
Hundreds of pounds
of other narcotics, too.
You took the dr*gs
before they were destroyed.
Gave 'em to Nathan Kelly at
the port to smuggle onto a ship.
Do I look like
some sort of criminal kingpin?
I don't know what I see anymore.
Ah. (chuckles)
So I'm a disappointment
to you, hmm?
You're way past
disappointing to me.
All right, you're a disgrace.
I didn't k*ll anybody,
and I'm not a thief.
We got your DNA
off of gloves
that were dumped by the body.
Someone's trying
to frame me, Chris.
LASALLE: Yeah, 'cause you never take
responsibility for anything.
MARINO: No, no, no, no, no.
Listen to me, okay?
I-I know I do a lot of things.
I drink too much,
I'll cut corners
on a case,
and I'll manhandle a suspect,
but nothing...
nothing like this!
We don't have much time.
Nothing like this, Chris.
LASALLE: Come on,
do the right thing, Richard.
Give me the members
of the smuggling ring,
every last one of 'em...
maybe I can cushion the blow.
You want to help me?
You can start by believing me.
I'm not the guy
you're looking for.
(door opens, closes)
I tried, King.
He's too far gone.
Maybe.
But there's
something off here.
Come on.
You don't really believe
he was set up.
Everything's
a little convenient--
Cooper's body, the gloves--
like it's tied up
in a bow for us.
Well, that's just
Richard being sloppy.
There's more.
Come on.
Patton ran financials
on Kelly and Cooper.
Both of them had an infusion
of cash recently,
but Marino...
flat broke.
That's just him being careful.
Is he sloppy or is he careful?
Think about it.
That's the man who taught you
how to be a cop.
People change.
Not that much.
If it were me
in the interview room,
would I get the benefit
of the doubt?
(computer beeping)
Gregorio, Sebastian,
tell me things.
Suspect's name is
Mitchell Castor.
He's the maintenance
officer on the ship.
First, he refused to talk
until I threatened to leave him
with Sebastian
for round two.
Heard you did quite a job
backing up your partner,
Sebastian.
I don't know
what came over me.
It's like I had superpowers.
LASALLE: What did
Mitchell Castor have to say?
Well, Kelly's the one who
brought him into the operation.
Plan was to dump
the dr*gs in the ocean,
marked with geotrackers,
then the buyers would collect
them later in a small boat.
It's a good way to avoid
Coast Guard and Navy patrols.
SEBASTIAN:
Yeah, well, until this morning
when the Coast Guard
swept up the buyers.
And who are they?
Mexican drug cartel.
They were buying back dr*gs
that were confiscated here
and redistributing them
in new territories.
Yeah, we essentially uncovered
a drug recycling operation.
Well, it takes
cash, planning.
None of our suspects
fit the bill.
There must be
a bigger player involved.
Mitchell has no idea
who's in charge,
but we did look into
his bank account information.
Yeah, a company has
been wiring him payments.
Uh, some offshore corporation
called Audubon Industries.
You're kidding.
That name mean something
to you, King?
Good morning.
Morning for me.
Pretty sure
you never came to bed.
This case is keeping me busy,
but I like knowing that
you were up here... safe.
Well, if I don't take
that job in Washington,
we could make it a habit.
Ah, I like
the sound of that.
(sighs)
Okay. Audubon Industries.
And he's back, folks.
(chuckles)
Company's been buying up
properties in Clearwater.
Think they're involved
in our drug smuggling ring.
What did you
learn about them?
Not much. It's a
glorified shell company.
They've got an
empty office,
no more than a desk
and a phone, really,
and millions invested
in Clearwater.
Yeah, probably financed from the
sale of confiscated narcotics.
And if Hamilton
is connected to Clearwater,
he must be connected
to the dr*gs.
He's too smart to have
any direct contact.
So, what? Someone's working
on his behalf?
That vice cop you arrested?
Marino.
He's been plagued
by complaints for years.
Hard to believe
Hamilton would trust him.
Prefer a partner
beyond reproach.
So we're looking for
another cop.
Someone who Hamilton knows well.
Means they have history.
Find that cop,
we bring down Hamilton.
I'll go to City Hall
and request
NOPD's personnel records.
No, no, no, no,
that's not a good idea.
Well, you don't have
the authority
to make the request-- I do.
Someone tried to k*ll you
yesterday.
I'm going to City Hall,
not an abandoned warehouse.
And I'm not asking
permission.
Okay, well, fine, then.
Fine, then I'll come with you.
And I'm not asking
for permission eith...
(door closes)
Man, I got to
give it to you, Rita.
You're as good
as your word.
You got every file
on every cop
who worked vice
in the last years.
What can I say?
I don't take no for an answer.
Sort of like my
second ex-wife.
Though she didn't care much
for yes either.
We're looking for any cop
who has a relationship
with Hamilton.
Well, that's half
the department, right?
He considers himself
a friend to law and order.
We need more than photo ops.
We need deep ties, favors done.
Someone who owes him.
How about a cop who was
in deep with Public Integrity?
I'm talking about
a confidential investigation
into dr*gs that went missing
from the evidence locker
five years ago.
Well, how could he still
be on the job?
dr*gs magically reappeared
in evidence.
Investigation never went public,
thanks to a letter
from Hamilton,
who headed up
the Criminal Justice Committee
for the city council.
Marino?
No. Jordan Spencer.
He almost lost his job for it,
and he went up
on charges.
And now he runs the vice unit?
That is quite a
change of fortunes.
Patton, ping whatever
you got to ping,
trace whatever you got to trace.
We got to find Spencer now.
RITA:
And they're off.
PATTON:
Yeah.
We do all the work,
they have all the fun.
Kind of makes you want
to tag along for the takedown.
Nah, we'd just get in the way.
Give Pride one more
thing to worry about.
(gate buzzes)
What's going on?
You locked up in Orleans Parish
is no good.
Too many people know you here.
SPENCER: Got permission
to transfer you
to St. Charles
till this gets figured out.
(siren wailing)
Spencer wasn't at NOPD, Patton.
Where are you on his location?
I got GPS on his cell phone.
Spencer just left
Orleans Parish jail.
According to the records,
he got custody of Marino.
He's gonna k*ll Richard
and make sure he takes the fall.
Unless we stop him.
(tires screeching)
(siren continues wailing)
(siren wailing)
You got yourself into
a real mess here, Richard.
You know I didn't do what
they're accusing me of, right?
Yeah, of course
we do, Marino.
Even you're not
that much of a screw-up.
(chuckles)
Aubrey, pull the car
over here.
What's going on?
MARINO:
Hey!
What are you,
what are you doing?!
No witnesses.
Get out of the car.
Get out!
You lost your mind?!
PATTON: Spencer is
no longer on the move.
He pulled over off the highway.
We need an exact location.
There's an access road.
Zeroing in on
his precise coordinates now.
You sh*t him!
No, you sh*t him, Richard.
After you managed
to get out of your cuffs.
You're out of your mind!
Cost of doing business.
Turn around, Richard!
This'll go fast.
Screw you.
(siren wails)
Cover me!
You got it.
(yells)
It's over, Spencer!
Drop it now!
Drop the w*apon!
Richard, you all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
PRIDE:
Spencer.
Hey, hey, Spencer.
You're gonna be all right.
Chris, call .
Hurry.
Spencer, we're gonna
cut you a deal.
A deal, you understand?
You're gonna be all right,
all right, and then you're gonna
talk to me,
and you're gonna tell me
everything about Mayor Hamilton.
All right?
We're gonna take him down.
You're gonna help me
take him down, you understand?!
Spencer!
You underst...
Spencer!
(panting)
Our only link
to Hamilton is dead,
which puts us back
at square one.
Not necessarily.
We got a link to
Audubon Industries.
Taking profit from
selling illegal dr*gs
to buy property
in Clearwater.
Still no connection
to Hamilton, though.
Dude, what's with all
the negativity here?
I'm sorry. I don't know.
It's just, I feel like
I'm coming down
from a high or
something, you know?
Must be the pills
that Gregorio gave me.
Sebastian, you're not
coming down from a high.
It's okay, all right?
I don't blame you.
It's just that my body
is a delicate ecosystem.
Okay, so the pills...
were not even Chinese herbs.
Regular allergy medicine, over
the counter, nothing exotic.
PATTON:
Dude,
you got placebo'd.
(laughs)
Hold on, all right.
Wait a minute.
Now, I wasn't seasick.
Right. Mm.
I wasn't nervous.
But I-I kicked that guy's ass.
Yeah, you did.
That's right,
no special dr*gs.
Just Forensic Agent Lund.
So what you're saying is...
I'm kind of awesome.
Okay, that's my cue to go.
Wait, can you not?
Don't leave me.
No.
Here, how about this?
How about you go onto Twitter,
and you tweet: hashtag
“Sebastian's awesome”?
Now you're thinking it.
You're thinking I'm awesome.
I mean, you're thinking
“Sebastian's awesome”"
I wasn't sure
you was coming in.
I was at the hospital
seeing Roger.
Yeah? How's he doing?
He'll be good, eventually.
What are you doing here?
Pride and I was just
wrapping up the case.
Listen, I...
If you're gonna
apologize, don't.
You got nothing to be sorry for.
You did your job,
and you saved my life.
Still, what I put you through...
No, Chris.
I'm a mess.
Have been for
quite a while now.
You know it doesn't always
have to be like that.
Consider this
a wake-up call.
Time to make some real changes.
You know, I haven't had a drink
since you arrested me.
That's good.
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm here if you need
anything, all right?
Look at you,
all grown up.
I mean it, Richard.
Me, too.
Me, too.
(sighs)
(trumpet playing jazz music
in distance)
I'm glad
you're still here.
And you're just
getting in-- again.
Yeah, well, a lot to wrap
up with Spencer dead.
Yeah, sorry you couldn't
take him alive.
But you'll figure out
another way to get to Hamilton.
Not me. We.
We're a great team.
We just need to tie
Hamilton to Audubon,
and I got a couple ideas how.
What do you say
we hash 'em out
over breakfast?
And then what?
You rush off into the night
again, while I wait here?
Well, you're safe here, Rita.
I'm a prosecutor, Dwayne.
I lead the charge.
I don't stay back and keep
the home fires burning.
Well, Hamilton's different
than any case you've ever had.
Okay? And I'm not gonna let
anything else happen to you.
I don't want to worry
about my safety,
and I don't want you to, either.
What's this?
It's a list of jazz clubs
in D.C.,
where musicians can sit in
any Sunday night.
Is that what you want?
Not sure it's what I want,
but... it's what I need.
Look, we're not
kids anymore.
We don't rush in head first.
We've got lives and careers.
Whatever we're doing here
deserves attention.
I'm paying attention, Rita.
I know you are.
But you need your full focus
to go after Hamilton.
You don't need
to worry about me.
Take him down, Dwayne,
and get closure.
And-and when you have,
I'll be in D.C.
I'm not convinced
that we have to end this.
Nothing's ending,
we're just hitting pause.
It's like a fermata.
(chuckles)
I'm gonna hold you to that.