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(car approaching)
(gasps softly)
(door opens)
You weren't followed?
- I don't think so.
- You don't think or you know?
I did what you told me to do.
I left out the back,
I didn't take my phone.
I drove around for half an hour
before heading here.
I'm not being paranoid,
I'm being careful.
- Nobody saw me.
- Okay.
Good. Then it's safe to...
(gasps)
Natalie, are you okay?
Oh, what was that?
That was us needing
to get out of here.
Now.
Come on. Come on.
Sandra!
(screams)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Yeah, that's great.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey, Ryan.
Sorry to drop in
on you like this.
No. You're
welcome any time.
I was just gonna go grab some
breakfast if you want...
Actually, I was hoping
to speak to you alone.
Sure. Come on.
Everything okay?
Uh, yeah.
Is this room secure?
Swept daily.
Good.
Look, uh...
You know I'm not
in intelligence anymore,
but a lot of people don't.
One of my old contacts
reached out.
Usually, I beg off, but...
- But this time...
-Is different.
I know, uh, I know this
is the last thing
you want to hear, Dwayne...
but my source says
Apollyon is still active.
And Avery Walker is alive.
But you knew that.
Ryan, you do not want
to be involved with this.
(chuckling):
I already am involved.
Why don't we just
grab some breakfast
and leave this conversation
alone. Come on.
This is the man that k*lled
your father and escaped prison.
And yet...
(exhales)
My source may
know where he is.
Okay.
Okay, great.
Okay, give me a name,
I'll meet with him,
leave you out of it.
That's not how this works.
This time it is.
I ran spy networks
for ten years.
The men and women
who were my sources survived
because they trusted me,
and only me.
- Ryan...
- I don't know why
you're being so resistant.
It was my connection
that helped you take
Apollyon down the last time.
And your connection was k*lled
in the process.
That is why I can't sit
on the sidelines.
I am well aware
of how dangerous Apollyon is.
I need to do something here.
(scoffs) What'd Hannah
say when you told her?
Our relationship's complicated.
- She doesn't know.
- We're separated, Dwayne.
My business is not her business.
I'm not okay with that.
It's not your call, mate.
We have an opportunity here.
It's up to you
if you want to squander it.
But I won't.
HANNAH:
I hate a car wreck.
Give me a good old
m*rder scene any day.
Bad experience?
Yeah. Four-car pileup
when Naomi was three.
We were lucky. No serious
injuries, but still...
Well, I wish I could say
the same for our victim.
Commander Sandra Barnes,
she's a doctor
at the Naval Medical Clinic
in Belle Chasse.
k*lled on impact?
It appears so.
NOPD says the other
passenger survived.
Natalie Layton, .
Studied at Tulane. They
rushed her to the ICU.
Well, this may have been
a hit-and-run,
but it was no accident.
Are you sure?
Based on
the tire tread marks,
the suspect rammed them,
then swung around
and did it again.
Well, that suggests
that either Dr. Barnes
or Natalie Layton
were targeted specifically.
Yeah, or both.
I, uh, collected
some paint transfer
from the suspect vehicle.
Maybe that'll help us
narrow down make and model.
Collect this, too.
I found it wedged
under the seat.
- Fentanyl.
- Yes. The most controlled
of controlled substances,
highly regulated.
Got at least four of them.
It's worth thousands
on the street.
Yeah. What was it doing
in Sandra Barnes's car?
Some kind of drug deal?
We need to find out why
these two were meeting.
If we know
how they're connected,
we might be able
to find their k*ller.
(siren wailing)
Honey, you already took
the clonazepam.
You need your trazodone.
Excuse me, are you
Natalie Layton's parents?
I'm her mother. Why?
Any news?
Where is she?
Candace, uh, Natalie's
in surgery, remember?
Doctor said it would be a while.
- She's very upset.
- I know.
- This is a terrible time.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm Special Agent
Tammy Gregorio, NCIS.
Special Agent?
I-I don't understand.
There was another victim,
a doctor at a local Navy base.
We're trying to get
who did this, so I need
to ask you a couple
of questions, okay?
Of course.
- How can we help?
- Is there anyone
you can think of who might
want to harm Natalie?
- Everyone loves Natalie.
- I'm sorry.
We were told
this was an accident.
What happened out there
was deliberate.
(gasps, cries)
Natalie's a good girl.
Captain of
the volleyball team.
Straight A's in school.
I can't imagine anyone
would want to hurt her.
Of-of course not.
She's my baby.
The woman she was with,
Dr. Sandra Barnes...
We heard
she didn't make it.
Unfortunately, no.
Any idea how they
knew each other?
None at all.
DOCTOR:
Mr. and Mrs. Samuels?
Oh, God, tell me
that Natalie's okay.
She made it
through surgery.
We've stopped
the internal hemorrhaging,
but there's still a lot
of swelling in the brain.
- But she'll be all right?
- We hope so.
We've induced a coma
to give her some time
for the swelling to go down.
You can see her
if you'd like.
DYLAN:
One sec.
Look, I feel like I'm
betraying confidences here,
but, the thing is, when Candace
and I met a couple years ago,
Natalie was having some issues.
What kind of issues?
She had a serious knee injury
her freshman year.
Took opioids for the pain,
and, uh...
- It got out of hand?
- Yeah.
But she's cleaned up her act.
Took time off from school.
Went to rehab.
She had a relapse,
but she's better now.
I wouldn't have
even mentioned it,
but you said the other woman
was a doctor,
and that's how Natalie
used to score her pills.
Turns out the only
clear connection
between our Navy doctor and
the college student is dr*gs.
Natalie as a user
and Dr. Barnes as a pusher.
Well, that doesn't track.
Dr. Barnes's record is clean.
Well, her Navy record is,
but her personal record,
not so much.
Before joining the m*llitary,
Dr. Barnes had
a private practice in Memphis.
LASALLE: Yeah, and this was
ten years ago
and it was very successful.
PATTON:
Until she was accused
of dealing medical-grade opioids
and her practice fell apart.
That the Navy doctor
who was k*lled last night?
Yeah. Think there
might be a drug angle.
If Dr. Barnes was dealing,
how did she keep
her medical license?
No hard evidence,
just a lot of missing dr*gs.
But her practice went under
due to all the scrutiny.
Yeah. Dr. Barnes's marriage
broke up because of it, too.
Her ex-husband accused her
of being a drug addict
in the divorce.
Through it all, she swore
she was being set up.
No issues since she joined
the Navy?
She turned her life around.
Least, that's the way it seemed.
None of that points to
a motive for m*rder.
Chris, will you check
on Dr. Barnes's clinic
at Belle Chasse? See if
any fentanyl is missing.
On it.
We still need confirmation
on why these two women
were meeting.
How'd they know each other?
You know what? I might be able
to find out something
in texts or e-mails.
- Okay.
You stopping by
to check on the case?
Actually, I came
here to see you.
- Oh.
- Can we talk?
Yeah.
So is this, uh,
work or personal?
Bit of both.
And strictly off the books.
- Okay.
- As you know,
I've been involved
in something lately.
I know that you were removed
from SAC briefly.
Almost left New Orleans
to take a position
as an international liaison
which didn't actually exist,
but you stayed.
Few weeks ago, I was approached
by Raymond Isler.
Oh, FBI, right?
- Yeah, I heard good things.
- Yeah.
Isler is part of a task force
that shares my suspicion
that Avery Walker
is still alive,
and has taken over
the Apollyon network.
- They're going after him?
- Yes.
They asked me to join.
The international liaison job
was gonna be my cover.
But, as you know,
I turned them down.
I am supporting them from here.
But so far,
Avery's been tough to track.
However, we've got a new lead
and we... need to follow it up.
What can I do to help?
It's not your help
that we need.
It's Ryan's.
Ryan is out of the game.
Still has contacts.
He is a college professor.
One of his sources reached out.
About Apollyon?
Says he or she
has information.
- It's out of the question.
- Hannah.
Dwayne, you know
how dangerous Apollyon is.
Ryan can't be part of it.
He already is.
Look, he came to me.
Then you go to him and tell him
to stay out of it.
I don't think he'll listen.
Make him.
(knocking on door)
Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt...
whatever this is, but I just
got back from the hospital,
and Patton's got something.
Hey.
What'd you find, Patton?
Not what I was expecting,
that's for sure.
Started looking through
Sandra's texts,
and I found a chain
between her and Natalie.
Do the texts indicate
why they were meeting?
Had something to do
with her ex-husband.
She was warning Natalie
to be careful.
Sandra was divorced
ten years ago.
What does it have to do
with Natalie?
My question exactly,
so I started doing some digging.
This is Natalie's mom
and her husband,
Dylan Samuels.
That's Natalie's stepdad.
They've been married
almost a year.
PATTON:
And this
is Sandra Barnes
and her ex-husband,
William Flynn,
ten years ago.
That's the same man.
PRIDE:
Natalie's mom is married
to our victim's ex.
Seems like something
he would've mentioned, huh?
Dylan Samuels
legally changed his name
from William Flynn
ten years ago.
What else do we know
about him?
He's a scumbag.
Got the court transcripts
from his divorce.
He lied to Sandra Barnes
from the start.
Spent all her money. Racked up
another K.
Put her in debt.
All under her name.
And accused her
of being a drug dealer.
But his testimony
says that Sandra stole meds
from her own practice.
Started using.
That's what caused
her financial ruin.
Of course he blamed her.
What do you expect?
Well, Dylan had credit card and
bank statements to back it up.
Because he planned
the whole thing.
He's probably doing
the same thing
to his current wife, Candace.
Eyes on the prize here.
Sandra was m*rder*d.
Candace's daughter's in the ICU.
Was Dylan Samuels involved?
- Of course he was.
- Okay.
- Do we have evidence?
SEBASTIAN: Well,
I can't tell you whose car
smashed into Dr. Barnes',
but I can narrow down
the make, model and color
based on the traces
of paint I got.
Indigo blue?
SEBASTIAN:
Yeah. I'm more
of a royal blue man myself,
but this color was very popular
for Chevrolets
in the early aughts.
Only thing is that there are
, indigo blue Chevys
registered in New Orleans.
Dylan Samuels owns one of them.
He owns a Tahoe.
He's our suspect.
Well, let's take it
one step at a time.
You heard Sebastian.
There's , cars
in that exact same color.
Are you saying he's innocent?
No, Gregorio.
But I'm saying we need
to follow the evidence.
Did I miss something here?
GREGORIO:
Listen, he changed his name.
He has the car.
I don't care
what the court documents say.
Trust me.
If anyone knows a con man,
it's me.
I was married to one.
Ethan McKinley was a jerk.
And a sociopath and a liar.
All of the above.
And we trust your
instincts, Gregorio.
Now go find the proof.
Talk to Candace Samuels.
See what she can tell
you about her husband.
I'm all over it.
You coming or what?
See if I can get a
warrant on Samuels' SUV.
Any idea where Hannah went?
No, she left. Said she
had personal business.
(indistinct chatter)
Sorry, guys. Excuse me a minute.
(clears throat)
We're not together
anymore, Hannah.
Your disapproving looks
hold no sway.
What were you thinking?
Yeah, I'm not a fan
of the tone, either.
Okay. Okay.
Look, this is too dangerous.
You're not even in
intelligence anymore.
That didn't stop you from
bringing me in the last time.
Yeah, but that was different.
We didn't know what
we were up against.
But you do now. Don't you think
it would have been smart
to have let me know
Apollyon were back?
Oh, come on, Ryan, I'm not
hiding anything from you.
I promised that I wouldn't.
So you keep your promises now?
This isn't about us or the past.
You need to stay away
from Apollyon or...
Listen to me.
(sighs)
If you go after them,
me, Naomi, you,
we're all a target.
- We're not going after Apollyon.
- Come on.
Allow that I know you
better than anyone.
You will go after them,
and we will be in danger.
Let me help.
You can't be involved.
Too late.
Another advantage
of us not being together
is I don't have to consult you
on every decision. - (scoffs)
I'm in the right here.
If you won't act on my Intel,
I have plenty of contacts
that will.
You cannot
make unilateral decisions
that affect our family.
Sure I can.
I learned from the best.
(sighs)
LASALLE:
If this Dylan Samuels is here,
we should probably
tread carefully.
- Why, so I don't punch him in the nose?
- Exactly.
Uh, excuse me. Mrs. Samuels?
- Who are you?
- We met earlier.
I'm Tammy Gregorio, NCIS.
How's Natalie doing?
My poor baby.
They said that they were
gonna take her out of the coma,
but when are they
gonna wake her up?
LASALLE:
We'll see if we can
find out for you.
Is your husband here?
Dylan went home.
Said I needed
something clean to wear.
Looking out for
you. That's sweet.
You guys are still
newlyweds, right?
Well, I guess so. About a year.
We got together
a little after
my previous husband had d*ed.
I-I'd been so depressed
for so long, and...
Well, how'd y'all meet?
I'm a financial planner,
and Dylan was a new client.
And he recently lost someone
that he loved, too.
What a coincidence.
Sometimes fate works like that.
Yeah.
How much do you know
about Dylan?
About his background?
Not sure what you mean.
Well, did you know
that he was married before?
GREGORIO:
Under a different name.
To a Sandra Barnes, woman
who d*ed last night.
Oh, yes. He told me.
What?
Really?
Woman didn't deserve
to die, but...
I mean,
she was terrible to Dylan.
Jealous. Possessive.
And the lies
that she made up about him
nearly ruined his life.
And then she approaches
my daughter.
Unbelievable.
Okay, but why didn't
you or your husband
tell me that you knew
Dr. Barnes?
Who?
Your husband's ex-wife.
The m*rder victim.
- When did he tell you about her?
LASALLE: Yeah.
Was it before or after
Dr. Barnes was k*lled?
You're making me
very uncomfortable.
- Ms. Samuels.
- I-I'm sorry.
I can't do this right now.
Um, you need to let me focus
on Natalie.
Now, wait a minute.
Do you know why your daughter
was with Dr. Barnes last night?
I have nothing more to say.
Pretty strong feelings
about Sandra Barnes.
GREGORIO:
Dylan did a good job
of poisoning her opinion.
Okay, but...
she got pretty evasive
when we was probing
about last night.
So now you think Candace
could be involved
in the m*rder of Dr. Barnes?
- No.
I think she was evasive.
She's hiding something,
and you feel it, too.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Ryan.
RYAN:
Hannah just paid me a visit.
I assume that's your doing.
I had to tell her.
Well, our philosophies on what
constitutes "confidential"
seem to differ.
Well, she has a stake in this.
Anyway, I've arranged to meet
the friend we discussed
later tonight.
No, no, we need to talk.
I'm done talking.
His information's
time-sensitive,
so I'm gonna need to know
pretty quickly whether or not
you're moving forward.
But you need to know I am.
Look, Ryan...
(door opens)
Bad news?
Good news maybe.
That's the worst good news face
I've ever seen.
I'm in a situation.
I got a chance
to acquire something
potentially very valuable.
But?
But getting it
could damage an
important relationship.
Hmm. Sounds like it comes down
to which you value more.
It's not that simple.
(chuckles)
These things rarely are.
Sandra Barnes's autopsy,
for instance.
Cause of death was no surprise.
Blunt force trauma and
internal hemorrhaging.
Consistent with the impact.
- Seems simple enough.
- Yes.
But part of her liver
showed signs of zonal necrosis.
And that coupled with evidence
of lipotoxicity
and fibrosis indicate
that Dr. Barnes
had toxic liver disease.
Nothing in her Navy
files about it.
I estimate this
from about ten years ago.
When she was still
married to Dylan Samuels.
Exactly. Which made me curious,
so I pulled her medical records,
and there's no indication
of liver disease
anywhere in them,
although it's possible
that it was
a drug-induced condition.
In the divorce filings,
Samuels accused her
of using her own opioids.
Yes. But that damage
was not caused by opioids.
This was much more toxic
and administered
over a long period.
Any more insight?
After ten years,
I'm afraid not.
Maybe Dylan Samuels
can fill in the blanks.
Time for him to come clean
about the past.
Thanks, Loretta.
No one ever really knows
what happens in a marriage.
Sandra painted a picture of me
as a controlling,
abusive husband.
But she was the manipulator
in the relationship.
How's that?
She had a serious drug problem.
It consumed her.
And pretty soon, it consumed me.
I begged her to go to rehab.
What was she taking?
Pain pills mostly.
God knows what else.
She had access to so much.
She was stealing
from her practice.
Racking up debt.
I had to get out.
I got to say, I find it hard
to believe anything you say
since you lied right to my face
about even knowing her.
I was in shock.
My stepdaughter
fighting for her life
in the ICU.
My wife
barely keeping it together.
I'm not trying to hide anything.
Well, you did change your name.
Sandra ruined my life.
She was telling our friends
I was cheating on her.
Stealing from her.
Tried to get the
police to arrest me
three times.
I needed a fresh start.
- A new name helped.
- Okay, Mr. Samuels.
Or Flynn
or whatever your name is.
- Do you own a Chevy Tahoe?
- Yeah.
Where is that vehicle right now?
Because we can't seem
to find it.
It was stolen, actually.
Two days ago.
PRIDE:
You continue to have
very bad luck.
Why do you want to know
about my car?
Because we found traces of paint
at the crime scene
that match it.
I filed a police
report this morning.
You can check. It was stolen.
PRIDE:
Okay, well, you understand
how convenient that sounds?
I mean, that vehicle
could very well be the one
used to m*rder your ex,
the woman you say
ruined your life.
I don't even know what you want.
How about you quit lying
and tell us the truth for once?
PRIDE: If your car
was stolen two days ago,
why wait to make
the police report?
While your stepdaughter was
fighting for her life in ICU.
I can't...
(sighs)
I mean...
I don't even know for sure.
Come on.
Dylan...
clearly, there's something
you want to tell us.
Please...
you can't blame her.
She was just scared,
for both of us.
And I just, I want
to protect her.
What does that mean?
It's Candace.
I think she
took my car.
That night.
I think she k*lled Sandra.
You see it, right?
This guy has an answer
for everything.
He's claiming Candace
tried to k*ll
her own daughter--
that's ridiculous.
Yes. So we'll let him stew
in there for a while.
Check his story.
Find evidence to disprove it.
PATTON:
Pride.
I got the evidence
you're looking for.
I don't think
you're gonna like it.
What do you mean, P?
I've been scanning
through traffic cams
from the night of the m*rder.
- Yeah?
I I.D.'d Dylan Samuels' SUV
three blocks from the crash site
just before Sandra
and Natalie got hit.
That's great, P.
- That's exactly what we're looking for.
- Yeah.
It would be.
The only thing...
That's not Dylan
behind the wheel.
That's Candace.
Hey.
Hey.
I didn't hear you
come home last night.
Did you pull
an all-nighter?
I'm trying to find everything I can
to prove that Dylan's lying.
It just still bugs me
we let him go, man.
Went through his and
Sandra's divorce records,
and every scrap
of information I can find
on his marriage
to Candace, but...
-Yeah? No luck?
- Guy's really good
at covering his tracks,
I'll give him that.
Well, maybe it's because--
and don't hit me--
uh, he's actually innocent.
No. He set up Sandra Barnes,
stole her money,
portrayed her as an
addict and a dealer,
and now he's trying to set up
his current wife
and frame her for m*rder.
Right, but, I mean,
it was definitely Candace
behind the wheel of that car--
the photos don't lie.
He's a con man, Sebastian.
He's playing us.
(sighs)
And you don't think that--
again, I would hate to get hit--
you don't think that your
judgment's a little clouded?
You know what?
You never get over
being conned.
Especially when it's
someone you love,
someone you trusted.
That man almost
broke me, Sebastian.
Yeah, and you can't even say
McKinley's name.
Yeah, I can. Miserable
Lying Son of a Bitch.
Well, that does have
a certain ring to it.
Took me years to get back on my
feet, but I did.
And what I went through...
didn't cloud my
judgment, Sebastian.
It just made me
see more clearly.
Guys like this...
they don't fool me.
Not anymore.
All right...
how can I help?
(phones chime)
(sighs)
Arrest warrant for Candace
Samuels just went through.
Pride and Hannah are
on their way
to the hospital
to see if she's there.
Hannah wants me and Lasalle
to go check her house.
- Hey, look,
you know, I can go instead--
you're exhausted.
No, I got this.
Hey, this doesn't mean
we're gonna stop digging, okay?
If Dylan really did this,
we're gonna get him.
I know. Thanks.
Candace Samuels isn't here.
Apparently, she left last night,
hasn't been back since.
Well, that's odd.
Seeing as she was
sitting vigil
for her daughter all this time.
- Lasalle and Gregorio
are heading to her house now,
see if they can find her there.
They'll find her.
Listen, I heard you
talked to Ryan.
It was less of a talk;
it was more of a...
skirmish.
Sorry if I got
in the middle.
No, it wasn't you, Dwayne.
It's Ryan-- he's stubborn;
he thinks he knows best.
I am just looking out
for Naomi.
I imagine he'd
say the same.
(sighs) Just trying
to figure out if I'm so upset
because he's
putting himself in danger
or because he didn't even think
to tell me about it.
Probably a bit of both.
Ryan's making contact
with his source
whether we like it or not.
I'm asking you to put
your personal feelings
aside on this one.
It's too important.
(phone beeping)
Natalie Layton's awake.
- Where's my mom?
HANNAH: We're not sure.
We're looking for her.
- What's going on here?
PRIDE: You were in a car
with Sandra Barnes.
It got hit.
Sandra...
Is she okay?
I'm sorry, she...
she didn't make it.
(exhales)
(crying quietly)
She...
she told me to be careful.
I... I tried.
But Dylan found us.
You saw Dylan that night?
No, but I know he hit us.
We were going to expose him.
And he wouldn't
let that happen.
What did Sandra
tell you about Dylan?
That he drugged her.
Made her question
her own sanity.
Took all her money.
That he was doing the
same thing to my mom.
You believed her?
Mom's the most steady,
practical person ever.
That all changed when
Dylan came into our lives.
The longer she's been with him,
the more of a mess she's become.
Me, too.
Natalie, I know
this is hard.
We found...
fentanyl in Sandra's car.
We understand
you're in recovery.
That you had
a relapse recently.
I didn't have a relapse.
Well, Dylan said...
Dylan is the one
who did it to me.
I was trying to get dirt
on him, protect my mom.
One night I was
studying at home,
had a blackout...
and when I woke up, there
was a bottle of pills.
Mom was pissed.
Convinced
I'd fallen off the wagon.
But I swear, I haven't touched
anything in months.
You think Dylan
slipped you the dr*gs?
Yes. I tried
to convince mom,
but she's blind when
it comes to Dylan.
Where is my mother?
Natalie, we have evidence
that suggests that the car
that struck you and Sandra...
was driven by your mother.
That's not...
that's not possible.
No. Don't you see?
This is what Sandra
said would happen.
Oh, my God, he's gonna get
away with it, isn't he?
Mom's gonna...
(crying)
Hey, okay, hey, hey.
Take a breath.
(takes deep breath)
That's right.
We're gonna get to the truth.
I promise you.
HANNAH:
Actually, if Dylan
did drug you,
we might be able to prove it.
We're gonna need
your help.
Of course.
Anything.
A sample of your blood?
NCIS. Open up.
This is bordering on harassment.
We're not here to see you.
We're here to see Candace.
Well, unfortunately, Candace is
in a very fragile state right now.
You can't see her.
LASALLE: Well, this is
not a request.
We brought a warrant.
Unless you're
giving us a reason
to arrest you
for obstruction.
You want to come in,
be my guest.
But Candace is not here
right now.
Where is she?
Under counsel of my lawyers
and her psychiatrist,
I've taken steps to guarantee
she gets the help she needs.
Candace is undergoing
a full psychiatric assessment
at the Kenter Clinic.
You had her committed.
We'll see what Natalie
has to say about that.
I have power of attorney
over Candace's estate,
including her
Advance Health Care Directive.
I decide what is best for her.
Oh, it's perfect.
Buys you enough time to
clean out her accounts, right,
and then disappear.
- You're out of line.
- I'm out of line?
- My wife is a sick woman.
She's a sick woman
because of you!
I'm calling my lawyers.
Call your lawyer!
We're done here for now!
You're going to jail!
You should've let me
kick his ass.
I got a better idea.
Any insight from
Natalie's blood sample?
Yeah. Zombies.
- Excuse me?
- Not-not real zombies.
Obviously,
those don't exist.
Unless you're talking
about... zombie ants,
but that's more of a,
like, a parasitic fungus.
- Has no bearing on this case...
- I'll just wait
for whatever
this is to pass.
Okay. It's done.
Thank you.
Um, I found...
scopolamine in
Natalie's blood.
WADE:
It's a potent hypnotic
that puts people in a state
of extreme suscepti... bility.
- Like zombies.
- Yeah.
Dylan Samuels could have
exerted influence over Natalie,
or Candace, too, if she's
had it in her blood.
Scopolamine is
also consistent
with the liver toxicity
in Dr. Barnes's
old medical records.
That's good work, Sebastian.
Yeah, well, unfortunately,
it means that Candace
could have been driving the
SUV that k*lled Dr. Barnes
and injured her
own daughter.
And she'd have no memory of it.
Yeah, and there's no way
to prove that Dylan
administered the
drug to Natalie,
let alone Candace
or Dr. Barnes.
No.
But it's a start
in the right direction.
WOMAN:
Mrs. Samuels
is under a psychiatric hold.
No one has access to her
but her doctors.
You can come back
after the hours.
- Come on, just let...
- Please.
Don't make me call security.
LASALLE:
Thank you.
(sighs)
We'll find another way,
I promise.
What other way?
In hours,
Dylan Samuels
is in the wind.
Well, hold on a sec.
We'll call Hannah,
give her an update.
- All right. Okay.
(lock beeps)
LASALLE: Hannah. Yeah, it's me.
No, they're not
letting us in.
Yeah, Gregorio?
She's right here.
Oh, crap.
♪ ♪
.
(phone vibrates)
Tammy's not answering.
Lasalle thinks she went into
the psych ward to find Candace.
Well, maybe we should
give Gregorio a little rope.
There's a chance
Candace'll give her something.
Yeah, she's on a -hour hold.
Even if she does,
it won't be admissible.
Yeah, but it'll
be a start.
We have nothing concrete
on Dylan Samuels.
Soon as he gets Candace's money,
he'll disappear.
Yeah, he's good at that,
but he's not good enough
that I can't find him.
What do you got, Patton?
Got another alias
on Dylan Samuels,
aka William Flynn,
aka Roger Clark.
And another wife?
From years ago.
Hmm. Guessing
it ended poorly, too?
She had a family trust fund,
a good job at a law firm
in Arlington, Virginia.
Once Dylan was done with her,
she was broke,
unemployed and strung out.
You find anything useful
that can help us take him down?
His wife filed a police report
saying
that he was spying on her
with a hidden camera.
That got me to thinking.
Could be using
the same M.O. here.
Dylan has an account
with a Web-based
security company.
With a little
Triple P magic,
I found these.
House and car completely wired.
He can keep tabs on
Candace's every move.
PATTON:
Not just Candace. Natalie, also.
He got her apartment and car.
HANNAH: That's how
Dylan found out Natalie was
gonna meet Sandra that night.
If he's been watching 'em
this close,
can't imagine
he'd stop now.
(phone vibrating) Told the other nurse
I don't want any more pills.
I want to get clear.
(quietly):
Candace,
I'm Special
Agent Gregorio.
I met you at
the hospital.
Oh. Right.
Sorry.
The dr*gs make me forget things.
- Yeah?
- And I'm...
I'm in a fog all the time.
Whatever you're
experiencing isn't
from what the doctors
are giving you.
Your husband's doing it.
Dylan?
No.
It's the truth. What I'm
about to tell you is gonna be
really hard for you to hear,
but you need to listen to me.
Okay?
Your husband's been
drugging you, manipulating you,
making you feel
like you're losing your mind.
CANDACE:
Why would Dylan want to hurt me?
Because he's after your money.
He's a con man, Candace.
Does this for a living by
destroying the women's lives
that he's involved with.
(tires screeching)
GREGORIO:
Gregorio here.
Leave a message.
(sighs)
Voice mail again.
If Dylan is monitoring...
He is. He's methodical.
Not the kind
to leave things to chance.
He'll need to know
what's happening in that room.
The last thing he wants is
Gregorio talking to Candace.
Should we have Lasalle
badge his way in?
Not yet. If I can get ahold
of Gregorio,
we might have a chance
of stopping Dylan.
I was just so lonely
after my husband d*ed,
and Dylan filled the void.
Yeah. You needed someone.
And he took advantage of that.
These guys-- they're predators.
But I'm a smart woman.
- At least, I thought I was.
- No, no, no, no.
You can't blame yourself.
You wanted to believe.
We all do.
I brought a monster
into my home,
into Natalie's life,
and she nearly d*ed.
- Listen, I've been there.
The self-doubt, the guilt.
God, I've made so
many bad decisions.
But starting today, you
get to take your life back.
Mm.
(phone vibrating)
(scoffs)
Pride, I'm doing
what I have to do.
This woman's in trouble, and
she needs someone to help her.
No, no, I'm not just
gonna leave her here.
Whatever. Write me up,
fire me, I don't give a crap.
You're the hypocrite here.
You do this stuff all the time.
Okay? We're done here.
What's wrong?
Listen, I got to get you out
of here. You good with that?
Okay, just sit tight, and I'm
gonna go get a wheelchair, okay?
All right.
I can get a court order.
Well, then that's what
you need to do.
You're very persistent,
Special Agent Gregorio.
Not sure what your plan is,
but kidnapping a federal agent
isn't your smartest move.
- Don't talk.
- Just curious.
When you k*lled Sandra, were you
expecting Natalie to survive,
or was that a screwup?
You're not nearly as smart
as you think you are.
Need you to tell me
everything NCIS has on me.
We know you planted
the fentanyl in Sandra's car
to make her look like a dealer,
and Natalie a customer.
Sandra should have stayed out
of my business.
You'd think she would've
learned after our marriage.
I haven't even mentioned
that you drove your current wife
crazy and framed her
for m*rder.
- Admit it.
I'm impressive.
You're sick.
And you're just my type.
Pretends to be strong,
but broken
in different places.
- Hmm.
- Who hurt you?
- Screw you.
-Daddy?
- Hmm.
- No.
He was probably
just distant,
so you went searching
for a replacement?
Why don't you come back
over here and say that?
Yeah, I would have had fun
with you.
No, I'd take you apart
piece by piece.
You don't scare me
with that g*n.
You really have no idea
what's about to happen here.
- Do you?
- You're not gonna sh**t me.
You didn't even have the balls
to k*ll Sandra.
You had to drug Candace
to make her do it.
You think she was in any
condition to drive that night?
I had Candace
drive by the camera.
Then I did the real work myself.
You k*lled Sandra Barnes?
She didn't leave me any choice.
Turn around.
Turn around!
You're under arrest
for the m*rder of Sandra Barnes.
I'd put that g*n down.
And how you gonna
pull that off?
Not me. My team.
For a con man,
you're an easy mark.
You see, because...
you confessed,
and we got it all,
so you're done.
- What?
- Drop the w*apon, Samuels!
Try something.
Please do.
(grunts)
You okay?
Yeah.
Thanks for coming up
with a plan
and saving my ass, man.
- Oh, God.
You were a little harsh
on the phone.
Had to sell it, right?
Well, don't think
you gave us much choice,
really, going
rogue like that.
Well, it worked out, didn't it?
Well, next time...
Let's not have
a next time.
Oh.
Mom?
Oh, honey!
Hi.
Oh.
She's not in trouble?
No, ma'am. Real k*ller's on
his way to jail as we speak.
He won't be
bothering you anymore.
Special Agent Gregorio,
I can't thank you enough.
Tammy.
Don't worry about it.
I'm just embarrassed
that I was taken in so easily.
No.
I mean, it's gonna take you
a while to get past it,
trust again, but having people
that care about you helps.
You're talking
about me, aren't you?
Shut up.
(knocking)
You're gonna be glad
you gave me the green light.
- My contact came through.
- Great.
I'm not here
to give you a hard time.
No? Then what?
You're right.
We can't hide from Apollyon.
I can't protect you
by keeping you in the dark.
But you can't keep me
in the dark, either.
I don't like having
either one of you involved.
But if we're gonna do this,
we do it together.
Fair enough.
So, you connected
with your source?
Luka Osman,
former Turkish
intelligence.
Currently a black marketeer.
Can he be trusted?
I mean, as much
as any source can.
He ran point for us on a
couple of joint operations,
and his Intel always bore out.
Plus, I, uh... saved
his life once, so...
He knows where
Avery Walker is?
The reason the task force
can't find Walker
is 'cause he never stops moving.
Every time
they pinpoint his location...
He's gone again.
So, Luka doesn't
know where Walker is.
He's got a fairly good idea
of where he's going to be.
That means the task force
can get there first.
And we can finally put an end
to Apollyon once and for all.