(tires squealing)
(horn honks)
(sirens wailing)
Hey, where'd you get that?
Don't worry about it.
There's a couple pistols
under there, too.
Give one to Curtis!
We don't need
to be sh**ting at cops.
You got us into this,
and I'm gonna get us out.
Take a left up here.
- (tires screeching)
- BOOMER: What the hell!
I said left!
I got this.
Get it faster, Curtis.
They're gaining on us.
♪ ♪
♪ Get that guitar for you,
never know ♪
♪ You just might,
you just might be the one... ♪
Everything good, ladies?
Thank you.
All right, then.
Enjoy.
All right.
WOMEN:
Cheers!
(electric guitar solo playing)
Ah, yeah.
(laughs)
Sergeant Sydney Halliday.
I... almost didn't
recognize you in your civvies.
(laughs) Almost don't
recognize myself.
Can't remember the last time
I didn't wear fatigue green.
It agrees with
you, Sergeant.
Oh. Officially, it's
just Sydney now.
I signed my
papers last week.
Well, in that case,
you can call me Dwayne.
Can I buy you a drink?
Sure.
♪ If things start
to get me down ♪
♪ I think you might... ♪
(tires screech)
♪
♪
(sirens wailing outside)
Mmm.
Any idea what's next?
Oh, no clue.
Take 'em one day at
a time, and just...
easing back into
civilian life.
Well, you came
to the right spot,
'cause New Orleans
put the “big” in “easy.”
(sirens continue wailing)
No place better on Earth
to forget your problems
and just unwind.
Hands in the air!
Now!
(g*nsh*t)
(sirens continue wailing)
Lock the freakin' door!
Okay, hey, hold on.
What's going on?
What's going on is you're gonna
shut the hell up and listen!
Now, take your phones
and your wallets out
and put 'em on the bar! Now!
Come on!
Do... do what he says.
PRIDE:
There sure are a lot of...
lot of cops out there.
He told you to shut up!
PRIDE:
All right. All right.
All right.
(quietly):
You're Dwayne Pride, right?
I came here to see you.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
(sirens wailing)
Everybody stand up.
Against the windows! Now!
Come on, get up!
Man, what are you doing?
If the cops can't see us,
they can't sh**t us.
Yeah, but we can't
see them, either.
What if they
try something?
One of these innocent bystanders
gets their brains
spread out on the floor!
You got to calm
down, man.
You gotta learn how to drive.
We'd be on the road out of town,
not holed up in this place!
Come on,
just do what Boomer says.
Watch the names!
Three of them, two of us--
I don't mind those odds.
You're forgetting about the
other people in here.
PRIDE:
Any one of them could get caught
in the crossfire.
Not if we move fast.
Hey, sweetheart,
get your ass over here. Now.
(indistinct radio transmissions)
We need officers covering
every entrance.
And get those pedestrians
out of here now!
Hey. Hey, hey.
What's your name?
Leroi.
Special Operations Division.
I'm Captain Estes.
ESTES:
You got a sitrep?
Detective Derek Franklin
was found dead of a GSW
to the head in the Lower Ninth.
Responding officers witnessed
suspects Curtis Isaacs
and two accomplices
fleeing the scene.
How did SOD
get here so fast?
Franklin was my partner.
I'm sorry.
All right,
we're gonna get these guys.
Where are they at now?
They fled into the establishment
across the street.
Holy crap.
That's Dwayne Pride's bar.
We got to figure out the play here.
This is my play.
But by all means, if you don't like it,
there's the door.
Screw you!
Get over here
and say that to my face!
Excuse me, guys.
Hey, uh, guys...
can we talk?
BOOMER:
I think I made it clear.
You're supposed
to keep your mouth shut!
PRIDE:
Okay. Just hang on.
This is my bar, these
are my customers,
and I just want
to keep them all safe.
Then try taking directions.
You're Boomer, right?
They call me...
D-Man.
There's a door in the kitchen.
Police could sneak through.
With your permission, I
could go and barricade it.
Why would you do that?
Because I want to make sure
we all get out of here alive.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Your man could go with me.
We can do it fast.
If he tries
anything funny,
put a b*llet
in his brain.
Come on.
SEBASTIAN:
Boom.
All done with my pile.
Already?
Oh, yeah.
I'm on a roll, baby.
Got any filing left to do?
Or paperwork?
Or I could clean your desk.
Let's move your desk!
Sebastian.
How many cups of coffee
have you had?
Including this one?
Yeah.
Five. No. Six.
Oh.
Seven. Actually, it was seven.
Why? Can you tell?
Yeah.
I'm gonna need you to dial it
back, like, ten, okay?
Okay. Sorry. Just, my whole
Saturday routine's all off.
You know, usually we come in,
catch up on some paperwork,
there's a box of Blue Dot donuts in there...
- Sonja usually brought them.
Really? I always thought
that was Pride.
No. But she did leave us
something to remember her by.
Yeah, her
backlogged paperwork.
LASALLE:
Sebastian. Gregorio.
GREGORIO:
What's wrong?
We got a problem.
There's a hostage situation
going on right now
at the Trutone.
- Pride's inside. Let's roll.
- Go!
(sirens wailing,
helicopter blades whirring)
Don't move.
PRIDE: You said you came here
looking for me.
Well, here I am.
What's this about?
I'm in trouble
and I need your help.
Cops out there think I k*lled
a detective. Derek Franklin.
I'm innocent.
Innocent men don't lead the
police on high-speed chases
and take a bar
full of hostages.
What was I supposed to do?
Turn yourself in.
Get justice
the right way.
But they think I m*rder*d
one of their own.
Hell, I won't make it
to see justice.
I won't make it to booking.
Why are they so sure
that you're the k*ller?
Because they found
Franklin's body
in my apartment just
as I was running away.
You know, I-I was a CI.
I was feeding him
information about my crew.
He was supposed
to get me out of the life.
Man, I like the guy.
I wouldn't hurt him.
Then how did his dead body
end up in your apartment?
All right, he texted me,
told me to meet him.
Said he needed to talk.
When I got there,
he was dead.
And the cops were already on
their way. Man, I was set up.
What do your buddies know?
Boomer and Red know nothing.
They were waiting for me
outside my place
when I came running out.
And if they knew I was
a CI, they'd k*ll me.
Of all the people
in the city of New Orleans,
why come to me?
CURTIS:
Man, you're Dwayne Pride.
I read about you
in the paper.
You stand up
when no one else will.
I need you to stand up for me.
I need a phone.
No way.
What exactly do you think
I can do for you in here
without contacting
the outside world?
Get me a phone.
Okay, all right.
If I do, you'll
help clear me?
One step at a time--
you give me a phone,
I'll reach out and see what
I can learn from my people.
One more thing.
Boomer and Red...
if they touch one hair on any
of these people out there...
...I'm gonna hold you
responsible, you understand?
Yes.
LASALLE:
Estes. What do you know?
Well, we got
three gunman inside,
and we estimate about
hostages, including Pride.
Is he okay?
Don't know who's okay or not--
haven't made contact yet.
This is Detective Leroi, SOD.
GREGORIO: You have background
on the suspects?
- Yeah.
Curtis Isaacs,
low-level CI,
and two associates
we believe to be
Boomer Gilles and Red Jacobs.
They run with
the C-Town Crew.
Pull burglaries,
shakedowns, stick-ups.
Street hoodlums until
about an hour ago
when Curtis m*rder*d
his handler.
My partner.
In cold blood.
Detective
Franklin.
ESTES:
We got an anonymous tip
about an officer down on
right after the sh**ting.
Units arrived
and found Isaacs and the others
fleeing the scene,
and they led the pursuing
officers right to here.
Led them? You mean,
like, on purpose?
Curtis drove right up
to the Trutone door.
So we're setting up a command
center in here, trying to get
a phone line into the bar.
All right, NCIS
will take point,
try to contact Pride
and get those people out safe.
- No way.
Whoa. An NCIS agent
is being held at gunpoint.
Gives us jurisdiction.
Your man's being held
because an SOD detective
was m*rder*d.
So you guys are gonna have
to take a step back.
And who are you?
Captain Davis,
Special Operations.
Since SOD handles
all hostage situations,
this is our circus.
Well, Pride's
probably already working
some kind of angle.
He's our best chance
of ending this peacefully.
In my experience,
a seasoned negotiator
and a TAC team are the only ways
to end a standoff.
But NCIS is welcome
to stick around and observe
as my guests.
Let's talk, Carl.
No way in hell we're
standing down, right?
Not with Pride in danger.
Yeah, of course not.
But we got to be careful.
Captain Davis is right--
we don't have jurisdiction.
Am I the only one who thinks
that something seems off?
I mean, Curtis kills
his handler,
then gets tipped
immediately?
This feels funny.
Maybe there was a witness?
Yeah, but then why did Curtis
lead the cops
directly to Pride's bar?
You think, uh, he went
there for a reason?
Maybe we should try
to figure out why.
All right. Sebastian, head
to Franklin's crime scene.
See what you can figure out.
All right, I'm gonna
stick around here.
Gregorio,
head back to NCIS...
Whoa, you want me to leave?
Well, I need you to dig up
everything you can
on the suspects
and Detective Franklin.
Any detail you find
will help us help Pride.
All right.
Hey.
We got a line open.
We're about to contact
the suspects.
Lasalle.
Keep Pride safe, all right?
Come on.
(phone ringing)
What the hell is that?
We took all the phones.
I have a landline.
Stay where you are.
Curtis,
pull out the phone.
(phone ringing)
What do we do?
Answer it.
He is talking to me.
No one's been hurt here.
(phone continues ringing)
You got a chance to walk away.
(line ringing)
Talk to them.
(dial tone sounds)
- Damn, man, what are you doing?
- Screw them!
Boomer, let's just talk.
(shouts)
- You want to be the first to die, girl?
- No, no, no.
- Don't.
- Fine, then, it'll be you.
Say good-bye, D-Man.
(indistinct radio transmission)
You gonna sh**t me, Boomer?
There a reason I shouldn't?
Cops hear g*nf*re,
they storm the building.
Everyone gets sh*t.
But if you listen to me,
I can help you get out of this.
Bar owners train
in standoffs?
Just speaking common sense.
(phone ringing)
You're gonna want to answer.
I got open warrants
and two strikes.
What are we gonna talk about?
An exit strategy.
Cops are calling
to start a conversation.
Your best bet of survival
is talking to them.
(phone continues ringing)
Red, tie the spitfire up.
Kick her in the teeth if
she makes another move.
(grunting)
What?
What do you want?
This is Captain
Steven Davis, NOPD.
Who am I talking to?
Don't worry about it.
Just get the hell
out of the street
and we'll be on our way.
That's Boomer.
He's the leader of the crew.
Boomer.
We're not leaving
till all the hostages are safe.
Now, is anyone hurt?
They're in the pink of health.
Good. Let's keep it that way,
and talk about what you want.
What I want is a way out.
Because I've got news for you.
If I don't get
out of here alive,
I promise I'm not gonna the
only one who's gonna die today.
Gonna have to get a little
more specific, there, Boomer.
Hold on. All right.
I don't think we got a chance
but to try and make a deal.
That was incredibly
stupid of you.
Yeah, well, someone
had to take action.
Deal's a deal.
(speaking indistinctly)
PRIDE: You broke
the deal already.
I said if no one gets hurt.
She started that crap.
Yeah, I get it.
I messed up. Moving on.
BOOMER: Okay, we want
a helicopter,
and a pilot to get us
out of here, to Mexico--
no, w-wait, to Cuba.
Couple hiccups with that plan,
there, Boomer.
Can't land a helicopter
in the Marigny.
The street's too narrow.
Plus, a helo won't
get you to Cuba.
PRIDE: I have no reason
to believe that you didn't
k*ll Detective Franklin.
True.
But if I'm right, a cop k*ller's
out there, running free.
(indistinct conversation
continues in background)
...then get us to the airport
and find us a damn plane!
Okay, we can work on (phone buzzing)
that, but you're gonna
have to release some hostages.
BOOMER:
No way. They're the only ones
keeping us breathing right now.
Which means there's no way
I'm letting anyone go
until I know
what the hell you're offering.
You get something,
we get something.
It's good faith.
Come on, Boomer,
let's work together.
The good faith is no one's dead.
Yet.
(phone buzzes)
BOOMER: So if you
want everybody
to come out
of here safe,
then you better
figure it out.
Get us a plane!
Now what?
Now we wait.
Lakefront Airport makes
the most sense for a plane.
You know, it's small enough
to be contained.
I'll make some calls.
Gives time
for my TAC team to access
the empty apartment
on the second floor.
Drop a camera, put eyes inside,
get ready to breach.
Detective Leroi's part of TAC?
His partner was k*lled.
We all got skin
in the game here.
Yeah, but the whole point
is to de-escalate.
Yeah, that's the hope,
but if these guys
won't negotiate,
then we go with plan “B.”
Pride's in there working on his
own plan to keep everyone safe.
All right? Going in g*ns blazing
won't help.
I know Pride and his reputation,
but right now he's a prisoner,
and I seem to be
the only one
trying to get him out.
Yeah. In a body bag.
Hey, Lasalle. Calm down.
You are here to observe,
not obstruct.
Look, not trying to
obstruct, Captain.
All right, just playing
the long game.
Keep the negotiations going.
All right, show them
your good faith.
Let me make contact with Pride.
Okay.
How are you going to do that?
Don't have much of a plan,
do you?
You know, Steven,
I've seen NCIS
do more with less.
I mean, no harm in
letting it play out, huh?
I mean, at least as long
as your men are setting up.
Okay.
Stay out of our way.
Hey, thanks, Estes.
Oh, don't thank me yet.
This whole situation
just got a lot more complicated.
REPORTER:
Yeah, we rolling?
Yes, sir.
Breaking news
from the Marigny
as a hostage situation plays out
live on the corner...
Hey. You see this?
Media's only gonna make
the standoff worse.
Oh, Lasalle'll keep the
pot from boiling over.
I hope. He's outnumbered
by a bunch of cops
who want payback.
Damn, this is a bad time
to be down one agent.
Wish Sonja was here
to cover our back.
Yeah, well, it's not up to us.
Pride's still out there
in trouble,
and I'm sitting in here
drowning in suspect files.
Learn anything?
Boomer Gilles is no joke.
Served time for aggravated
as*ault and weapons possession.
Got an open warrant
for armed robbery
where he sh*t a store clerk.
What about the other two?
Red isn't any better.
Served time for
g*ns and dr*gs.
But Curtis...
simple burglary.
Nothing violent.
I mean, he doesn't seem
like a cop k*ller.
I don't know that he is.
I got access
to Detective Franklin's cell.
Pulled the texts
between him and Curtis.
“Derek: Car broke. Need ride.
“Curtis: Where you?
Derek: Same place as before.
“Curtis: Near bridge?
Derek: Other side. Ten minutes”"
Read like code, right?
Makes sense when a CI
communicates with his handler.
Look at the last text
Curtis sent.
“Info on the Riley Situation.
Meet me at your place now.”
- I mean, he drops the code completely.
- Either he got lazy,
or Franklin
didn't send that text.
Someone got their hands
on his phone
to try to draw Curtis
back to his apartment.
Maybe the real sh**t.
Curtis was informing
on his crew.
Boomer and Red could've
figured it out. I mean...
I don't know.
I mean, it's a good
theory, Patton,
but not enough to bring to NOPD.
Sebastian is at the crime scene.
Right.
If someone else sh*t Franklin...
Right.
...there'll be evidence.
Okay, you call Sebastian.
I'll fill Lasalle in.
- Leaves one burning question, though.
- What?
Who's Riley?
Don't know who Riley is,
but I'll contact Pride,
see what he can find out.
All right,
got to go, Gregorio.
What's that about?
Oh, just checking back
with NCIS.
What are you not
telling me, Lasalle?
I'm just keeping this thing
from going sideways.
Let's keep it at that.
You know, Pride's
a friend of mine.
I want to see this
end peacefully.
If you know something,
you've got to t...
No, nothing worth mentioning.
All right? Not yet.
All right.
Fine. All right, listen,
I got us a plane
at Lakefront piloted
by a state trooper.
Transit's gonna loan us a bus
to transport the
suspects to the airport.
LASALLE: Good. Means we can
keep the negotiations going
and back Captain Davis off.
Yeah, well, we're all
doing what we can.
Okay.
Let's call Boomer.
Give him the news
about the plane.
(man coughs)
PRIDE:
Vince?
Hey. Hey, hey,
Vince, you all right?
I don't know, D-man.
I feel funny.
BOOMER: No talking.
Okay.
All right, come on, sit down.
He's got a heart condition.
And I got shin splints.
Who gives a crap?
SYDNEY: He's not
looking good.
I have some
field medical training.
If you untie me,
I can examine him.
So you can go round two?
That's a hard no.
Right, then I'll do it.
Get back to where you were,
or I'll give Vince
a real problem.
Threatening the man
isn't gonna change anything.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Boomer. It's the cops.
Let's hear if they got
good news for us.
This better be good.
(phone buzzing)
BOOMER:
Yeah? Yeah, okay.
(Boomer speaking indistinctly)
(quietly):
What's your guy say?
It's possible
that Franklin didn't send
the last text.
Someone else
has his phone.
See, I told you
I'm innocent.
It's possible.
It's not a lot to go on.
BOOMER: It's not good enough!
PRIDE: The text mentioned
someone named Riley.
Who is that?
Riley Egan. My girl.
But she's been out of the life
for a couple years.
She's a citizen now.
Then why was she mentioned
in the text?
She had an issue at the
club where she waitresses.
Got jumped
after her shift last Friday.
She begged me not
to get involved.
You asked Franklin
to look into it.
You think he got k*lled
over her?
Wait, is she in danger?
Curtis, relax. Okay,
we don't know anything yet.
Give me the name of the club.
My people will look into it.
The Blue Diamond.
On St. Charles.
BOOMER: All right,
then. Hurry up!
That is what
I am talking about!
Stupid cops.
I knew I'd get it.
Curtis, you got us
into this mess,
and I'm getting us out.
NOPD just got us a plane
and a bus to get to it.
(laughs) You can thank
me on our way to Cuba.
Looks like you're getting
your bar back in one piece.
(Vince moans)
Vince. Hey, hey. You all right?
Easy, easy.
All right, breathe, my brother.
What's this now?
PRIDE: Listen, listen here.
Breathe, breath.
No, no, that's my phone.
Red... take Curtis's g*n
and keep him covered.
Why?
Because according
to these texts,
he's a snitch.
BOOMER:
Put the g*n down.
And I'm thinking
that makes D-Man here...
...a cop.
(helicopter whirring)
(reporter speaking indistinctly)
Get up!
Come on, move!
You all right?
Yeah? Okay.
No, Boomer.
No, man.
I knew there was
something off about you.
What's your real name, D-Man?
Dwayne Pride. NCIS.
The Clearwater guy?
(groans)
Hey!
You're the reason
half my family's out of work!
Boomer, man, please...
And, you, it was one thing
when I thought you sh*t a cop,
but you were his CI.
You set us up!
No! I'm the one who got set up.
- Those cops want to k*ll me.
- They're gonna have to get in line.
Hold on. You know what happens
if you pull that trigger?
Huh?
Every cop out there opens fire.
He's right. And we
got a getaway plan.
Bus is on its way.
Don't be stupid, Red.
They're just stalling.
Can't you hear what's
going on upstairs?
Yeah, that's the TAC unit.
They're looking
to put a camera inside.
Protocol.
DAVIS:
My guys have a camera in place.
Image should be
coming up... now.
ESTES:
Here we go.
We're finished.
No.
No, you don't have to be.
You can still walk out of here.
And spend life in Angola?
(laughs)
Not life.
Not if you listen to me.
Why would I listen to you?
You've been talking to the cops.
No, I've been talking
to my team.
We're trying to solve
Detective Franklin's m*rder.
What does that matter to me?
Because if Curtis
is innocent
and we can prove it,
then you've got leverage.
You've got a chance
at freedom.
(whispers):
Sounds good to me.
(footfalls thumping above)
Out of curiosity,
what would you need for this
little plan of yours to work?
Need you to lower your w*apon.
Give me back the phone.
And one more thing.
So much for the
pink of health.
That hostage
looks half dead.
And the girl tied
to the chair
looks like
she's bleeding.
We got to go in.
I'll give my men
the go signal.
Hold on. It's not
what it looks like.
All right, that man
is Vince Gooding.
He's got a heart condition.
They're letting him go.
He needs an ER.
How the hell could you
possibly know that?
Look, I just do, all right?
We need to clear the front,
get the paramedics ready.
Hold your fire.
I'm not doing a damn thing
until you tell me how you know.
LEROI: We got movement at
the front, Captain. May get a clear sh*t.
Okay.
I've been texting with Pride.
The reason you didn't tell us?
Because we're investigating
who really k*lled
Detective Franklin.
The suspects with the
g*ns k*lled Franklin.
I'm not so sure
about that, Captain.
Really? Why is that, Lasalle?
I promise I'll tell you
everything--
soon as you get your sn*pers
to stand down
and let that man out.
What are we doing?
This is Captain Davis.
All units stand down.
Hostage is
being released.
Needs medical attention.
(helicopter whirring)
(indistinct chatter)
Releasing a hostage,
he needs medical attention.
Special Agent Lasalle,
time for you to spill.
Why are you so sure
that Curtis is innocent?
Text transcripts between
him and Franklin
had a very specific code.
How'd you get
those transcripts?
Doesn't matter.
The last text Franklin sent
skipped the code completely.
We think someone else wrote it.
Text syntax is not proof.
Plus, two NOPD officers saw
Curtis fleeing the scene,
m*rder w*apon on the ground
with Curtis's prints.
I know.
Which is why I wasn't
gonna mention anything
until we found more evidence.
And what kind of evidence
would that be?
The reason Franklin
was k*lled
in the first place--
we think
it's got something to do
with Curtis's girlfriend.
We're trying to save
your boss's life,
and you're running a
shadow investigation
to prove a k*ller's
innocence?
Yeah, it's probably the only way
to end this standoff peacefully.
Estes, get this man out of here
before I have him arrested.
(phone rings)
Sebastian, where have you been?
I'm at Detective Franklin's
crime scene.
Uh, it's been a bit of a day.
Why are you whispering?
Well, I-I figured that Homicide
would be happy to have me help
gather evidence.
You know, I even offered
to process the m*rder w*apon.
Based on my current situation,
I'm guessing
they felt territorial.
Yeah. Technically,
they-they kicked me out.
But it's okay--
I snuck back in.
Sebastian, be careful.
Yeah, I know, I know.
But I was able to take
high-def digital images of the,
uh, the m*rder w*apon
and the body, so I'm
gonna run 'em back to the lab
right now.
Where's Gregorio?
She went to the-the club
where Curtis's
girlfriend Riley works.
I don't know, I'll...
I'll keep you updated.
Unless I get arrested
on my way to my car.
I-I got to go.
LORNA:
I wish I knew where Riley is.
She hasn't been in for days.
I'm covering her shifts.
Manager's kind of pissed.
Especially with all
these cops coming in.
NOPD came by today?
No. Last week,
before she disappeared.
Was it Detective Franklin?
No.
He was black.
He didn't flash his badge,
but I could tell
he was a cop.
He spoke with
Riley alone, and...
she was freaked out after.
Any idea why she
was freaked out?
(sighs)
Look...
I need this job.
I'm not trying to get involved
in anything.
(quietly):
Listen.
It's just between us.
Riley said he was asking about
one of her regulars-- Desi.
She saw someone put
something in his drink,
and he had a real bad
car accident after.
Talking a roofie, or...?
I don't know,
maybe. But...
the night after the cop came,
Riley got jumped.
I haven't seen her since.
What can you tell me about Desi?
This is a private club.
We're not allowed
to talk about customers,
but especially not him.
I get it.
VIP.
He works for the city,
or the government.
He's a real big deal.
Kind of sweet on Riley.
And he barely survived
the accident.
That... that's all I know.
(phone vibrates)
Curtis, what do you know
about this customer, Desi?
He tips big, he's nice--
that's all Riley ever said.
You believe this crap?
Our lives are on the line,
and he's rapping about
some guy who had
the hots for his girl.
He didn't have
the hots for Riley.
And she's in real
trouble here.
PRIDE: Hey. We're gonna
find her, Curtis.
Need you to tell me
anything you know
about this Desi.
He's a lawyer, I think.
A prosecutor?
Like a D.A., or...?
Great. Another cop.
Hey. They're trying
to save your ass.
You want to back off?
Stop it.
Curtis.
Bigger than a D.A.
He comes in from Baton Rouge
once a month or so.
Desmond Whitney?
State attorney general?
Yeah, that sounds right.
Mean something
to you, Sherlock?
He's been waging a w*r
on municipal corruption.
Car crash nearly k*lled him
maybe a week ago.
RED:
Corruption?
Like dirty politicians?
Politicians...
city officials, cops...
Are you saying someone tried
to take Whitney out?
Not someone. A cop.
Like I always said, you guys
are just as bad as the crooks.
Riley contacts the police,
she's att*cked;
then Franklin looks into it,
he's m*rder*d.
Fascinating. But you still
don't know who did it.
Now, come on, ticktock.
Hey, look,
I know it's not much,
but it could be your
ticket out of here.
(bus rumbling)
Our ticket just arrived.
Bus is here.
Bus is in position.
What happens when it
gets to the airport?
Bus gets to the fence,
they'll have to walk to the plane.
Right.
That's our moment.
My team will be
at this hangar building--
Beta Team can be placed
behind the electrical box
on the other side.
We'll take them down
or we'll take them out.
The idea is
to take them alive, right?
Of course.
I thought I told you to leave.
Well, I got another
text from Pride.
Detective Franklin's m*rder
is a lot more complicated
than you think.
Get your men to the airport.
Got it.
Look, I know we could
have handled this better,
but we think a cop
is responsible for Franklin's death.
Every time I think you've hit
bottom, you manage to get lower.
It's got something to do
with the attorney general, Desmond Whitney.
Say another word,
I will put cuffs on you myself.
Hey, hey! Come on!
They got hostages, man!
Same team! Same team!
Get him out of here!
Let's go.
Let's go. Out. Out.
Okay, g*ng,
time for a road trip.
No, no, no, no, no.
Everyone stay where you are.
You don't need all
these people to get out.
You just need one.
Me.
Otherwise, we have a problem.
You got brass ones,
I'll give you that.
I don't give a crap
about the snitch,
but Red and me,
we need cover,
and one is just
not gonna cut it.
Then take me, too.
Really testing
your luck here.
Yeah, I'm not gonna
abandon Pride.
Train's barreling down the track
no matter where you are,
Lasalle.
Got movement at the door.
Copy that.
(nervous chatter)
If I smell even a
whiff of trouble,
you and the girl die.
That's a promise.
Where's Captain Davis?
Right at the epicenter.
(helicopter whirring overhead)
Walk!
Come on! Move!
Sit down. Get comfortable.
(whispering): Pretty sure
the driver's an NOPD captain.
Might complicate things.
'Cause they've
been easy so far?
You're with the hostages.
Okay, driver. Let's roll.
(indistinct radio chatter)
We're on the move.
Air support will keep close cover.
(phone chimes)
Additional units
clear the roads.
Hey, you put Captain
Davis on the bus?
He put himself there. Look,
I got to get to the airport.
All right, I'm coming with you.
You'll end up in jail if you do.
I don't care.
I'm the only link to Pride,
and NCIS
are the only ones trying
to solve Franklin's m*rder.
You really think
Curtis is innocent?
We're doing everything we can
to prove it
and try to catch
the real k*ller.
Fine. You can walk me
through your theory
on the way to the airport.
(sirens wailing)
REPORTER: This is WUVV Sky
reporting...
I'm guessing that bus has
Pride and the suspects on it?
Yeah, and it's on its way to the airport.
We're running out of time.
- Any luck tracking down Riley Egan?
- No. She's gone.
You think she went into hiding
after getting att*cked?
I put a BOLO out. But if we're
really looking at a dirty cop,
he could get to her first.
I can't tell you
if a cop k*lled
Detective Franklin,
but we're pretty damn sure
Curtis didn't.
Yeah, I was able to run prints
off the photos I took
of the m*rder w*apon.
Those aren't Curtis's?
They are absolutely Curtis's.
Four perfect prints
on the g*n's handle.
How does that clear him
as a suspect?
Well, these aren't
the latent prints
that you typically find
at a crime scene.
And there's no smudging
or imperfections. These,
these are exemplar prints.
That's what the cops collect
when they arrest a suspect.
Yeah. They were planted on the g*n.
Well, even if they
were planted, we still need
more to clear his name.
How 'bout this? Got
surveillance from a liquor store
down the block
from Franklin's crime scene.
Get a view
of the k*ller?
No. Camera's pointed
in the wrong direction.
But I got audio.
(clicks)
(g*nsh*t in distance)
Well, how does that help us?
Well, the-the time stamp says
that the g*nsh*t
was fired at : , right?
- Right.
Well, the text that sent Curtis
to the crime scene,
that went out at : .
And how does a dead man text?
Curtis was set up
to take the fall.
Okay, we can work with this,
but we still need
to I.D. the real k*ller.
(phone chimes)
Unfortunately,
only Riley Egan
can answer that question.
(groans) That's not gonna
happen. This is Wade.
Riley Egan's in autopsy.
WADE:
Jane Doe
came in two days ago.
When your BOLO
came through,
age and description
matched.
That's Riley Egan.
C.O.D. was
apparent heroin overdose.
Apparent?
(sighs)
The victim shows no signs
of previous drug use.
Plus, the quality of heroin in
her system was off the charts.
% pure.
(scoffs) Most street-level
heroin is a third of that.
This came straight
from the distributor.
That might be
our only good news.
At this purity level,
the chemical compound
will be easy to trace.
Means Narcotics may be able
to tell me where it came from.
Thanks, Doc.
Listen, I've been stuck in here all day.
Haven't heard any news
on Dwayne. Is he okay?
Yeah, he's fine.
You know, he can handle himself.
You didn't answer my question.
It's the best I can do
right now, Doc.
(sighs softly)
(sirens wailing)
(phone vibrates)
What is it?
Riley.
She's dead.
Looks like an overdose.
I'm sorry, Curtis.
That doesn't make any sense.
She never did dr*gs.
She was m*rder*d
like your cop friend.
You got a cloud of bad luck that
follows you wherever you go.
- Show some respect for the guy.
- I got zero respect to give.
Whoever did this to Riley
probably k*lled
Franklin, too.
We'll find him.
When?
'Cause that's the airport.
(sirens stop)
Bus has arrived
at the fence line.
Copy that.
Yo, driver, what gives?
Waiting for them
to open the gate.
ESTES: All right, Captain Davis,
we're about to open the gate.
All units ready in position.
Alpha Team in position.
Beta Team in position.
Davis's men are setting
a k*ll zone.
We're still trying
to save lives here, right?
(sighs) Look, Lasalle, when
Davis gives us the high sign,
we open the gate.
They'll head on foot
to the plane.
Davis will cover from behind
and we move in.
That's about as flimsy a plan
as I've ever heard.
Captain Davis has years
in the SOD.
He knows the drill.
(phone rings)
We're out of time,
Sebastian.
- Give me good news.
- I just ran the chemical signature
on the heroin used
to k*ll Riley Egan.
It matches a narcotics seizure
made by NOPD months ago.
Lasalle, Captain Steven Davis
led the raid.
Wait, are you sure?
Positive.
Tell SOD to stand down
right now.
I think Davis is our k*ller.
DAVIS:
Hey, what are you doing?
Stop pointing that g*n at me.
What are you...
what are you talking about?
DAVIS:
Please don't sh**t me!
BOOMER: What are...
what are you talking about?
Go, go, go!
All right, everybody down!
Get on the ground now!
(rapid g*nf*re)
Tell them to hold
their fire!
This is
Captain Estes!
Cease fire!
I repeat, cease fire!
Davis is in there
and in trouble!
Not losing another cop!
Listen to me, Leroi!
Davis may be responsible
for Franklin's death!
I don't believe it!
You don't have to yet!
All right? Just hold your fire!
Otherwise you're gonna k*ll
a lot of innocent people!
This is Alpha Team leader.
Hold fire!
Copy, Alpha Team leader.
We're holding fire.
PRIDE: Okay?
I'm fine.
(grunts)
(pants)
I've been sh*t.
You freakin' played me!
- You're gonna die, D-Man!
- What...?
Davis, what are you doing?
Cleaning house.
I can't let you do that.
You don't really have a say
here, Pride.
(shouts)
(g*nshots)
(shouts)
It's okay! It's over!
It's over!
Suspects are down!
Red's wounded. He
needs medical attention.
Come on. Come on.
Whoa. H-Hang on.
Curtis, Curtis is innocent.
The k*ller's
on the bus.
Boomer?
Didn't make it.
All right.
You need to get checked out.
I'll take custody of Curtis.
Won't let anything
happen to him.
You can trust him.
Okay?
You okay?
Yeah. So much for putting
the “big” in “easy”"
I've had more relaxing days
in Fallujah.
I'm sorry. And, uh,
who are you, exactly?
Christopher, this is Halliday.
She's been making a habit
of saving my ass.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
Well, I'm
sorry I'm late,
but I did not come empty-handed.
(singsongy):
I brought the donuts!
You guys hear what I said?
'Cause I said...
(singsongy):
I brought the donuts!
Day late and a dollar
short, Sebastian.
Take a look.
SEBASTIAN:
What the...?
Who brought those?
I bought a dozen.
And I bought two
to be safe.
And I brought strudel
for that international feel.
Wonderful. Great. Okay.
You know what,
I think we're all just
overcompensating a little bit
for Sonja's absence.
But it's cool.
We'll figure it out.
I think we have already.
We solved two murders,
ended a hostage crisis,
and saved Pride
all in a single afternoon.
We're a well-oiled machine.
Great. So who's making coffee?
(mouth full): Are you serious?
Not me.
(grunts softly)
Pride. Oh.
Hey, Carl.
Let me help you.
Yeah. Thank you.
(grunts)
Where we going
with this?
Over there.
I looked for you at
headquarters. Said you split.
Figured after a night's worth
of questioning,
nobody'd miss me.
- Right here?
- Yep.
Thank you.
Well, I, uh,
thought you should know
that Curtis isn't facing
any charges for yesterday.
Thanks to you
and your people.
Well, I'm glad.
But Curtis paid a big price
for his freedom.
Well, freedom isn't in the cards
for him quite yet.
I'm placing him in protective
custody until I'm sure
no other cops were
working with Davis.
Someone tried to take out
the state attorney general.
- Right.
- Man who was fighting corruption.
Davis was covering it up.
Can't imagine he did it alone.
And a few months back,
you had to save Mayor Taylor
from a m*rder attempt
the day before the election.
Think it's connected?
Two high-profile
politicians almost assassinated
in the same year.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Smoke, there's fire.