We'll spread the buffet along the bar, and move those tables out.
Oh, yeah.
(GRUNTS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Save some floor space for dancing.
Ah, how many bands are you thinking?
Oh, isn't the one band enough?
JIMMY: Uh, you're kidding, right?
When the town hears you and Dwayne are getting married, everybody's gonna want to play.
That's nice, but it's too much.
We'd be fine going to city hall and then dinner.
And this is meant as a gesture to Mena.
You planning a wedding for Dwayne's mama, you're gonna do it right.
WADE: You know, honestly, Rita, we're not renting Jackson Square; it's a ceremony in my backyard and a reception in Dwayne's bar.
JIMMY: It'll be four bands, five, tops.
I don't know what to say.
Oh, don't say anything.
We're family.
PRIDE: No, I know.
Well, I-I wish you were here, too.
Feels like forever since I got a proper hug.
Yeah.
Love you, Laurel.
She's disappointed.
Uh, she just wishes she could be here in person.
I told her we'd make sure to call her from the wedding.
- Or-or after.
- Yeah.
I guess...
(CHUCKLES)
everyone's excited.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah.
How about you?
Me?
Well...
I'm the cat who got the canary.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, in this metaphor, I'm a bird?
Mm...
Hey, listen, um, I'm gonna go see Mena today.
Finally tell her about Connor.
I don't want it to be a surprise when she gets to the ceremony.
Yeah.
Are you gonna take him with you?
Well...
Hey, good morning.
Hey.
Where you going?
Breakfast.
Uh, I brought in some pastries.
I'm good.
I just need coffee.
Well, I got a fresh pot right here.
I want to be alone, okay?
Okay.
But, um...
One thing.
(SIGHS)
Last night was tough.
Conversation you had with your mom.
If you want to talk...
I don't.
It doesn't have to be with me.
But it should be with someone.
Is talking gonna somehow fix the fact that my mother lied to me my whole life?
That she betrayed me?
That she proved in one conversation that there is no one in the world that I can trust and that it was your idea?
(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)
(DOOR CLOSES)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Connor.
Your mother had to tell you everything.
Why?
What good does it do?
You deserve to know the truth, about her, about me.
Convenient, 'cause now I'll see you're this good guy
- and she's...
- She's your mother, who cares about you.
So do I.
And if for any reason,
- you can't be with her...
- Oh, I can.
I only came back last night 'cause I needed some space, but we're not family all of a sudden.
That's exactly what we are.
Whatever happens, I'm here.
Rita and Jimmy, too.
Look, I know you need time to think, but you're not alone.
Can I get my coffee?
You really shouldn't be out here by yourself.
Your mother has a lot of enemies, and...
(STAMMERS)
Ten minutes.
All right, then come right back to the apartment?
Or what?
You'll send the FBI after me?
I won't have to.
'Cause you'll be back.
You can have the apartment the rest of the day, no one will bother you.
(BAND PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
What are you doing, Lee?
- My job.
- Stalking teenagers is a little below your pay grade.
You say teenager, I say person of interest.
Connor has nothing to do with his mother's crimes.
He's a Broussard.
And you'd do the same thing in my shoes.
The bar she bombed k*lled six men.
If you had any solid evidence, you wouldn't be harassing her son.
Right now, that kid may be the only thing keeping Broussard from disappearing forever.
(LAUGHS): Oh, where is she gonna go?
She got no friends, no money.
You know better than anyone, Sasha's still got moves to make.
You think you're doing the right thing here, but this isn't going away, no matter how much you want it to.
What's that look?
What?
This is my face.
No, that's your self-satisfied face.
What gives?
Well, I might have found the perfect wedding present for Pride and Rita.
And I'm willing to let you go halfsies with me.
I'm good.
But you haven't even heard what it is.
Sebastian, you have many great qualities...
I know.
Giving gifts is not one of them.
- What?
I'm a great gift giver.
- Oh?
Yeah.
The ferret thing was a bad idea.
All right?
But that was almost worth it for the pun that I put inside the card.
It took Isler a month to find a home for those little rodents.
The... ferrets aren't rodents, all right?
So what are you getting them?
Couples magic lessons.
A whole year.
HANNAH: Hey, I got a red flag.
Yeah, so do I.
A Navy officer reported U.A. two days ago in Greece.
Lieutenant Graham Morgan, stationed at NSA Souda Bay.
What does this have to do with us?
His passport was used three hours ago to enter the U.S.
at Louis Armstrong International.
Well, a U.A. sailor doesn't normally fall to us.
What's the angle?
No, it wouldn't, but NCISRU just received this from TSA.
SEBASTIAN: Who's that?
Who's he with?
That's the million-dollar question.
He traveled under a passport with the name Erik Ahmad.
And I'm guessing that is not Erik Ahmad.
Well, they look similar enough to be brothers, but the real Erik Ahmad didn't even know his passport was missing.
So what does Lieutenant Morgan do for the Navy?
Oversees the Munitions Command Detachment.
- Weapons and expl*sives.
- And he just slipped into the country with a man traveling on a stolen passport.
Agent Gregorio,
- you have a visitor.
- Hi.
GREGORIO: Hi.
Sorry to interrupt.
- Can I steal you for a quick sec?
- No, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Two seconds, guys, okay?
- SEBASTIAN: Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, Kara.
- Hi.
What's going on?
Is everything okay?
Actually, it's pretty great, I think.
- What?
Tell me.
- We got the place.
The place.
What place?
The-the place on Oak Street?
- Mm-hmm.
- I thought they had an accepted offer.
They did.
It fell through.
So it's ours if we still want it.
- We still want it, right?
- Yes.
- (LAUGHS)
- This is amazing.
(SHUSHES)
- No, this is amazing.
- Um...
Baby, our own house.
We could be there next month.
That's great.
- It is, right?
Yeah.
- It's so great.
- Yeah.
- Why are you being weird?
(LAUGHS): I'm not.
I'm not.
It's nothing.
It's like all the air
- No...
- just came out of your tires.
- No, no, no.
I'm sorry.
- Tell me why.
It's just Sebastian.
He's gonna be freaked out that it's actually happening.
Baby, Sebastian will be fine.
- You think so?
- Yes.
- I don't know.
- And you know what else is awesome?
What?
I'm not the one that has to break it to him.
Oh, I thought I knew you.
(LAUGHS)
Bye.
(EXHALES): Oh, God.
(PHONE RINGING)
Dwayne.
We need to talk.
Yeah, I'm kind of busy.
Your FBI friends left their calling card at my office.
What would you expect?
You brought it on yourself.
Oh.
You always know exactly what to say.
Now what do you want?
It's Connor.
Is he ready to come home?
(CHUCKLES): No.
I can just barely keep him back at my place.
He won't talk about last night.
I told him not to.
Whatever I said was between him and me, and I made it clear that you would be the first to use it against me.
Well, that's a heavy load for him to carry by himself.
He's not alone.
He's got me.
Well, as far as he's concerned, he's got no one.
And he won't trust me 'cause you told him not to.
You know what, Dwayne, will you just keep him safe until he cools down and comes home?
- Look, Sasha, we got to be able to...
- No.
MENA: Jimmy's gonna pick me up and take me over to Loretta's so I can help decorate.
Well, you-you sure you want to do that?
I'm fine.
I got my vaccines, I got, I got my strength.
I want to help.
Well... then you'll help.
Something's weighing on you.
(SIGHS)
I got something I want to talk to you about.
(CHUCKLES)
But I just don't know how to start.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
You know, baby, this is good news.
I think you should just spit it out.
Laurel's not very good at keeping any secrets from me.
She told you?
About Connor, yes, she did.
(LAUGHS): Oh, my...
I want to hear all about him.
What's he like?
He, uh...
(STAMMERS)
He's spirited and-and stubborn.
Well, he'll fit right in, then, won't he?
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, you two.
(EXHALES)
I want to meet him.
I-I would like you to.
It's just that right now, he's barely talking to me.
Teenagers are challenging.
I speak from experience.
I wasn't difficult, was I?
Now, who's the one with the memory problem?
(CHUCKLES)
You're not always gonna see eye to eye.
And everyone has to find their own way.
The best thing that you can do is just be there for him.
And love him.
PATTON: Hey, Carter, I think I got a positive ID on the guy Lieutenant Morgan tried to smuggle into the country.
CARTER: Faisal Suleiman.
-year-old Syrian national.
Yeah, son of General Tariq Suleiman, Al-Assad's intelligence chief.
Dude's more than that.
Over the past couple of years, several of Assad's detractors have been k*lled.
One in London, another in Geneva, and a third in Amsterdam.
And the general is suspected of orchestrating the hits.
Running a network of Syrian hit teams.
- Faisal in the family business?
- SEBASTIAN: Not that we've been able to figure out so far.
We know that he went to Damascus University, got a degree in engineering, but he's kept a low profile...
No social media accounts.
Anything in Lieutenant Morgan's jacket to explain why he might be working with the Syrians?
His record is squeaky-clean.
Yeah, it could be he's getting coerced somehow.
Okay, so, he brought the son of one of the most dangerous men in Syria to New Orleans to do what?
Lieutenant Morgan's expertise is in munitions.
So whatever it is, can't be good.
(SNIFFS)
What is that?
Congolese Kivu?
Oh, you need a new hobby.
- You're getting good at that.
- Oh?
- Mmm.
Very nice.
- (CHUCKLES)
Mm-hmm?
Mm-hmm, very nice.
You're not correcting my technique.
You want something.
So there's a wedding.
- There is.
- Mm-hmm.
We'll both be there.
I got an invitation.
Oh, so did I.
Should we...
we go together?
Are you asking me to be your plus-one?
Well, I mean...
(CLEARS THROAT)
one present, one car.
- It is efficient.
- Yeah.
But would it be wise?
I mean, we'd have to tell Pride.
PATTON: Oh, please.
Pride already know about you two.
Half of New Orleans know.
All right, did you come in here to embarrass us or is this case-related?
Why not both?
Did you get a hit on Lieutenant Morgan
- and Faisal Suleiman?
- Not yet.
But I know where they been.
Pulled up Lieutenant Morgan's credit card statements.
I found charges to a hotel in Athens.
And I got the local police to give me some security footage going back the past month.
CARTER: That's Lieutenant Morgan?
PATTON: Yeah.
Dude's working hard not to be recognized.
And a few minutes later,
CARTER: Faisal Suleiman.
How often did these two meet?
Twice in the past month.
But Lieutenant Morgan's been going to this hotel for a while.
They could be planning something,
- but why come to New Orleans?
- HANNAH: I did some digging.
I might have an idea.
These men were arrested six months ago in Memphis on weapons violations.
Turns out they were living under false identities with money funded through Syrian intelligence.
- Any connection to General Suleiman?
- Evidently, he's really good at covering his tracks.
I think the son is here to finish whatever these guys were planning.
You said that these three were using fake identities.
Faisal and Morgan needed legitimate IDs, too.
Okay, let's focus on that.
Track all known and suspected document dealers.
We get their IDs, we can find them.
(STRAINING)
If you're gonna just linger there, you want to give me a hand?
- Yeah, okay.
- (CHUCKLES)
Oh, listen, man, about the other night.
I want to apologize if I came on strong.
You know, about your mama.
You were just telling me the truth.
Yeah, but it wasn't really my place.
She told me herself.
I could tell she was holding back.
But I read the articles.
I know what she really did.
What the rest of my family did.
That's hard.
It's in the blood.
Nah, no, it's not.
I tried to burn down this bar.
Yeah, what you did was dumb.
And dangerous.
But it doesn't define you.
The sins of the parents don't transfer to the child.
I know something about that.
Your father...
Yeah.
Cassius was bad in many ways, but he was also good to me.
Well, sometimes, at least.
Anyway, I'm not my father.
And you are not your mother.
- She was all that I had.
- Nah, nah.
She-she's not.
You got us.
But you're not my family.
I know it doesn't feel that way yet, but I'm hoping someday that's gonna change.
I heard you play the guitar.
Yeah.
Pride and Rita's wedding.
Now, we got some live music going, but it'd be great if you could play a little.
I...
(SIGHS)
Jimmy, I don't-I don't...
That's...
Well, think about it.
I feel like if I were a master forger, I wouldn't want to live here.
You know, we've visited, what, five so far?
I feel like I'm an expert in the whole forger aesthetic.
Yeah.
Hey, I know what's bothering you.
Okay?
It's the magic lessons.
It's cool.
I'm gonna pay for them on my own.
It's not the magic lessons.
It's not?
Thank God, because they are so expensive.
I don't even have the money to pay for the...
I'm not paying for magic lessons, Sebastian.
It doesn't bother me saying it.
Okay, what-what aren't you saying, then?
Well, a house Kara and I were looking at opened up, and we're taking it and moving in, and that means I'm moving out.
And I was afraid to tell you.
Are you talking about the place on-on Oak Street with the cute blue shutters?
- Yeah.
Are you mad?
- What?
No, I'm thrilled.
- You are?
- Yes!
Oh, my God, this is awesome.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Dude, you've been talking about moving out for weeks, you know?
And I've been waiting for something to click so I can enact my plan, which is to turn your room into a state-of-the-art soundproof video game den.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Well, that's good.
No, it's gonna be awesome.
And look at this.
Patton says the meeting with the forger's on.
- Great.
- Ex-roomie.
Yeah.
You sure you're okay with everything?
Oh, yeah, I'm relieved.
I mean, honestly, I was worried I was gonna have to kick you out.
(CLEARS THROAT)
May I help you?
Uh... yeah, we're looking for Sammy.
Sammy who?
Oh, just Sammy.
Yeah, we have an appointment.
I think you officers have the wrong house.
Huh.
Well, do you live here alone?
Well, for over years.
Someone is playing a prank on you.
Must be.
Okay.
- Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
- That's okay.
Weird.
(LOCKS CLICKING)
Is it me or did she not have three locks engaged when we walked up?
And how did she know we were cops?
We didn't even flash our badges.
Mine was covered.
She's Sammy.
- She's a runner.
- Wait, what?
(GRUNTS)
Not doing that.
NCIS!
Let me see those hands!
Now!
Go to hell, pigs!
Ugh, God.
That's one nasty granny.
Upside of converting the bar to a pandemic food pantry is there's plenty of booze left over
- for a reception.
- (CHUCKLES)
This place has been sorely missing a lively affair.
- Yeah.
- (THUMPING, CLANGING OVERHEAD)
Whoa.
How's Connor doing up there?
Well, he was staying quiet.
I'm worried about him.
Eh, he'll come around.
No, no.
I'm not worried about that.
It's the FBI.
They're all over him.
- He's just a boy.
- Yeah.
Well, they don't see it that way.
They see a path to taking Sasha down.
They go through Connor to get to his mother, he will blame himself for whatever happens to her.
I'm doing whatever I can
- to stop that from happening.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
Where is Connor?
Upstairs.
Why are you here?
Because he will not answer any of my calls or my texts, and I need him back with me.
Now's not the time.
(CHUCKLES): Oh.
I am done taking parenting advice from you.
I do not like him being here.
Aw, y'all having a party?
It's a little celebration for a friend.
Yes, the wedding.
I heard.
Congratulations.
Oh, good, you're alive.
- What are you doing here?
- I was beginning to worry they had you tied up and gagged.
Baby, go grab your things.
I'm gonna take you home.
No.
Look, Connor, maybe this is...
No, just... stay out of it.
Babe, I know that you are angry.
But I just want to explain things to you...
No.
No more talking or explaining.
See, I can't take the lies.
Baby, I'm not lying...
You need to stay away from me.
(VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING)
Dwayne, we've got a problem.
(SASHA SCOFFS)
Special Agent Pride, I need you to stand back, please.
Now.
Come on.
Don't do this.
Not in front of Connor.
- You're gonna detain me again?
- We're not here for Ms. Broussard.
Connor Davenport, turn around and place your hands behind your back, please.
Really?
Oh...
Hands behind your back.
Mom?
- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
- What?
SASHA: Oh, my God.
I don't want your excuses, Ted.
I want my boy back.
(LAUGHS)
Since when are you afraid of the FBI?
Oh, well, then maybe I need to get a new attorney.
No...
(SIGHS)
you know I can't actually get another attorney.
Hard not to feel for her, as a mother.
I'd do anything if my kids were in FBI custody.
Oh, anything within reason.
But Sasha?
You're worried she's gonna drag Dwayne into something?
I'm convinced of it.
He needs to tread carefully.
(SIGHS)
Not sure that's possible.
He'll fight as hard as she will to protect Connor.
Of course I'm gonna pay you, but they froze my assets.
Will you just listen?
Hey, hey.
Where is he?
FBI's transporting him downtown for holding.
Why are you letting them do that?
Not my call... he threw a Molotov cocktail into this bar.
You said that you wouldn't press charges.
- I didn't.
- Dwayne is a federal agent who was present at the time of the att*ck.
The FBI doesn't need his cooperation to press charges.
They can't do this.
I'm the one that they want.
And they're using Connor to get to you.
Yes, I know it's all my fault!
WADE: Look, what matters now is what the boy needs, and what he needs most of all is cooperation from both of you.
What he needs is an attorney.
SASHA: My guy won't take it on.
But you're the big-time lawyer.
Why don't you help your fiancé's son out?
- Not fair to ask.
- No, she's right.
I can help Connor.
But not by representing him.
I'm gonna represent you.
PRIDE: Rita.
Connor's the one who really needs you.
I know, and I will make sure that he gets the best attorney possible.
I've already got an idea of who to call.
But the only person that can really make this go away is Sasha.
What do you mean?
FBI and the U.S. Attorney want her bad.
They're gonna turn the screws on Connor until Sasha gives.
Unless...
And I'm hoping you're as smart as I think you are...
That would mean that you've got something stashed away for a rainy day.
Something to trade.
Possibly.
Good.
We'll draw up some papers and I'll be your attorney of record.
Then you'll tell me everything.
- I'm not sure this is a good idea.
- (PHONE BEEPS)
Trust Rita, Dwayne.
Ah.
Agent Lee agreed to let me see Connor, make sure he's okay.
I have to... let them know.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, wait, I got a better idea...
I could turn your room into an escape room.
You know?
I could switch out the puzzles every few months.
Yeah, hi.
Um, two men in their s.
Uh, they would've checked in under the names Edgar Arlidge or Horace Throckmorton.
Thanks.
You know, I could have different themes, too, you know...
Okay, nothing on those two names in the flight database.
They haven't left town, at least not by air.
Yeah, but what should I do?
Should I do the game room
- or the escape room...
- Why are you so cool with this?
- What, with you moving out?
- Yeah.
Because it's long overdue.
You got a problem with me as your roommate?
Yeah, a lot, but that's not the point.
That's nice.
Cool, never mind.
Hey.
Hey!
I love you.
Okay, when I say it's long overdue, I don't mean for me, I mean for you.
I mean, I could live with your messy obnoxious habits forever, okay?
But you got to move on.
I'm gonna be...
strong about it or whatever.
Well, I love you too, nugget.
And not just because you know how to fold a fitted mattress sheet.
I can totally teach you how to do that, by the way.
Eh, seems more like a Kara job to me.
Yeah, hi.
Wait, really?
No, we-we've got a couple other agents out there already checking other places.
Just don't-don't do anything until they get there, okay?
Hold on one second.
Will you call Hannah and Carter?
- Yeah.
- Tell them that the bogus names that Granny got for Morgan and Faisal just checked into a motel under the Huey P.
HANNAH: All right, cool. Hey.
Manager told Sebastian they're in room .
All right, Morgan is a weapons expert, so be careful.
Yeah, I always am.
Hey, there they are.
CARTER: Federal agents!
Stop!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Go, go, go.
(SIREN WAILING)
Get alongside of him, we cut him off.
They're gonna get somebody k*lled.
(CARS HONKING)
I'm trying to get ahead of them.
- Car!
- I see it!
(TIRES SCREECH)
Got to end this.
HANNAH: Okay, I'm gonna try a PIT maneuver.
(MEN GROANING)
MORGAN: It's okay.
(FAISAL GROANING)
No, please, please!
He needs help!
It's all right, it's all right.
Breathe, breathe, okay?
Faisal, Faisal, I love you, okay?
I love you, just stay still, okay?
Don't move it, don't move it, don't move it.
Don't move.
It's okay.
Counselor.
Ms. Broussard.
So, we're doing this?
Yeah.
Fired my attorney to hire you.
I never asked your hourly rates, though.
Maybe I can't afford you.
Oh, I'm not sure I would trust where the money would come from.
Pro bono's best.
And I'm not sure I trust you to advocate for my interests, given my past with your fiancé.
Whatever you say to me is protected.
No pillow talk.
Let's stay on point.
We both want the same thing here.
Well, I want my son to be free and you want to protect Dwayne.
Dwayne wants to protect Connor and so do I.
Anything else is irrelevant.
Guess we'll find out.
What do you have to show me?
My pandora's box.
I have spent years collecting this.
My get out of jail free card.
What is all of this?
It's enough dirt to bury half the criminal organizations across the Southeast.
How is he?
A few broken ribs, a torn rotator cuff.
He's gonna need surgery, uh, no internal injuries though.
- Oh, thank God.
- We've got it from here.
Can I see Faisal?
Well, if you have any hope of ever seeing him again, you better start talking.
What were you doing sneaking a Syrian national into the U.S.?
They would have k*lled him if I didn't.
All right, why don't we, uh...
why don't we start at the beginning?
I was on leave.
Santorini.
Went alone.
He was staying at the same hotel.
We kept running into each other and...
I don't know.
Every time I looked into his eyes, it was like...
When you're done, you're done.
We just connected.
Right from the start.
It didn't matter how differently we'd been brought up.
It was only ten days, but...
well, we knew we couldn't be apart.
Except you're gay, and that can be a death sentence in Syria.
We were both back in Athens and a colleague of Faisal's spotted us together one night.
You couldn't cover?
He knew what he saw.
Faisal's father would find out soon enough.
You didn't try diplomatic channels?
What channels?
The U.S. doesn't have relations with Syria.
There was nowhere for safe harbor.
Not in Europe, at least.
- So you smuggled him here.
- I know I deserted my post.
Okay?
I know I'm in trouble.
But he's in danger.
You have to help.
- (LOCK CLICKS)
- (BUZZER SOUNDS)
Hey, Connor.
You okay?
They said that this was about your bar.
Did you...
Nah, I had no part in it.
It's the FBI.
So can I leave?
I promised you I'd be straight with you.
And I will.
FBI's using you to get to your mother.
Threatening to charge you if she doesn't turn herself in.
That bombing at the club?
Among other things.
She did it?
FBI thinks so.
And you?
Yes.
(SIGHS)
So I'm not going anywhere.
You got to hold on a little longer.
'Cause we're working on getting you out.
I'll try, I...
(KNOCKING)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
Connor?
Trust me.
- (LOCK CLICKS)
- (BUZZER SOUNDS)
Please tell me that you found someone to represent Connor.
Celia Durant.
She's good.
She'll see him in the morning.
Oh, I'd rather it was you.
I know, Dwayne, but believe me, I'll have a lot more influence representing Sasha.
Was she willing to confess to the club bombing?
She won't need to.
She has something else to trade.
Well, I can't talk specifics, you know that.
But over the years, she's collected information.
Yeah, but how do we know it's not another scam?
Like trying to pin the bombing on Joe Barns?
'Cause I've seen what she has.
It's bona fide.
Enough for a proffer to clear both Connor and herself?
- We got a sh*t.
- When you going in?
I've reached out to the U.S. Attorney's office.
They're gonna see us in the morning.
Okay.
Well, Faisal Suleiman's surgery went well.
He's gonna get discharged today.
Good news, bad news.
Syrian intelligence knows Faisal's in the country.
The Syrian government contacted the State Department.
Ah, general wants his son back.
Yeah, only to persecute him for being gay.
It feels like Faisal has a decent asylum claim.
Except he committed a felony to get into the country.
- It makes him ineligible.
- (PHONES BEEP)
(EXHALES)
That's Tammy.
Says Faisal's about to, uh, leave the hospital now.
Tell Tammy to keep him there so I can ask him some questions.
There may be something in his history I can use.
MORGAN: I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do here.
No way we leave this hospital without Faisal being detained.
That's right.
We're gonna be the ones detaining.
- How's that gonna help?
- We take him into custody for questioning.
No one can touch him.
You have to find an immigration lawyer and file an asylum claim.
We're gonna do everything we can to help.
- Okay?
Just...
- GRIERA: Faisal Suleiman?
I'm Diplomatic Security Agent Griera, this is Agent Everford.
Will you please come with us?
Whoa, whoa.
Slow your roll.
We're NCIS.
He's with us.
- How's that?
- HANNAH: He's wanted for questioning in an open investigation.
You can bring that up with the secretary of state.
We're first in line on this guy.
Agree to disagree.
EVERFORD: Mr. Suleiman is to be debriefed before deportation.
It's a matter of national security.
Why, because of who his father is?
GRIERA: General Suleiman is an enemy of the state, responsible for multiple assassinations.
Yeah.
That's the dad, this is the son.
EVERFORD: I've got an order of deportation signed by an immigration judge.
And the secretary's office on speed dial.
You want to play hardball?
Wait, he hasn't even had a hearing yet.
Sir, you'll have to come with us.
- No.
What's going on?
You said...
- GREGORIO: Lieutenant.
I'm sorry.
This is a valid order.
FAISAL: Do not worry.
- I'll be fine.
- MORGAN: Faisal...
- (DOOR OPENS)
- RITA: Thank you, Kyle.
- We'll be in touch.
- Okay.
How'd it go?
Go ahead, tell him the good news.
We got a deal.
Connor?
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Right behind you.
(SIGHS)
Can you take me back to the apartment?
- I need a shower.
- Of course, baby.
No.
Rita.
I...
Yeah.
Sure.
Uh, come on.
You did the right thing.
I sold out a dozen business associates to get my son out of jail and me in the line of fire.
FBI offered you WITSEC, right?
WITSEC is a blunt instrument.
You know what it means?
It means cutting ties off with everyone I have ever known, and that's a little bit like dying.
But you'll be safe.
Nobody's ever been k*lled in WITSEC.
(LAUGHS)
What am I gonna do?
I'm gonna live in a double wide?
Wait tables in Texarkana for the rest of my life?
That is everything I have worked to avoid.
But, um, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
Connor free?
Yeah.
To cut me out of his life.
- Stop.
- Oh.
Ever since you found out he was yours.
I couldn't have planned it better myself, Dwayne.
Okay...
I just didn't think that you were so...
conniving.
Okay, the immigration lawyer was able to speak to Faisal.
Is he all right?
Where is he?
He's still in New Orleans.
A writ of habeas corpus was filed because he didn't receive his due process.
Does that mean he can stay?
No.
The court will likely deny the writ.
Yeah, but it buys us some time.
A little, at least.
We need an angle.
Something to bargain with that'll Tr*mp the state's jurisdiction.
You say Faisal works as a structural engineer in Syria, right?
Do you know what kind of projects he worked on?
I mean, I-I know a few things, I-I guess.
Well, what do you remember?
Well, he hated the m*llitary, and he wanted to focus on helping people.
Rebuilding infrastructure in w*r-torn areas.
Okay.
What kind of infrastructure?
Well, schools and hospitals, he thought, but then they ordered him to focus on government buildings.
Syrian government buildings?
That's what he said.
You think he had access to the blueprints?
I think so.
That's our angle.
CONNOR: No, man, but thanks for bringing me with you.
- Yeah.
- I can't stare at any more walls.
Nah, man, fresh air's what you need after being in a cell.
You've been there?
Yeah, it was a long time ago.
But the memory stays.
I mean, the apartment doesn't help.
It's like trading one cell for another.
Well, hold on.
That's not true, you know that's not true.
Dwayne's just trying to keep you safe.
Anyway, the wedding will be a nice change of pace, if you decide to go.
I'm gonna.
I'm gonna play guitar, too.
- If you still want me to.
- What?
That's great, man.
- Yeah?
What...
- Really...
- Oh, geez.
- Let him go...
Hey...
Jimmy!
Stop!
Just grab the kid.
- Somebody help!
Call the police!
- We got to go.
- Now!
- Hey!
Hey!
WOMAN: Hey, what's going on over there?
CONNOR: Help!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Jimmy!
Jimmy, come on!
JIMMY: They came out of nowhere.
They were after for Connor.
They tried to take him.
Can you give me any kind of a description?
Uh, yeah, it was nothing but masks and fists,
- maybe a couple of boots.
- SASHA: My son, that's...
My son's in there.
I need to get in there.
- Please, let me in.
Please!
- OFFICER: This is a crime scene.
Officer.
- SASHA: Hey, hey, hey.
- Mom.
I got your text, honey.
Let me see you.
Okay.
I know, you're scared.
It's okay.
I'm here now for you, baby.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Jimmy's hurt pretty bad.
Honey, don't worry.
Who were those men?
I-I don't know.
But it's because of what you did, right?
What you told the FBI to get me free?
I mean, everyone's in danger now.
No, it's not your fault.
But they didn't want Jimmy, they wanted me.
SASHA: He's right, Dwayne.
He's not safe here.
Come...
Don't worry.
It's gonna be all right.
If this doesn't work, then Faisal goes back to Syria and he'll be ex*cuted.
How is that all right?
Just don't give up.
Okay?
You have one very stubborn New Yorker fighting for you.
GREGORIO: Sebastian!
Come on.
Faisal's being granted political asylum in exchange for information concerning the government buildings he worked on in Syria.
MORGAN: Oh, my God.
That's amazing.
- You can stay?
- Yes.
But first I have to go with this agent.
I need to debrief him.
Uh, how long's that gonna take?
It's a process.
It'll take some time.
Then he'll have to meet with intelligence officials.
Yeah, plus you're gonna have your own stuff to deal with.
I know.
I'm sorry about all of this.
I'm not.
I would do it all again if I had to.
SEBASTIAN: And look, w-we'll testify on your behalf.
You know, With a good JAG lawyer, hopefully you guys
- will be together soon.
- Yeah.
Mm, thank you.
Wow, you guys didn't waste any time, did you?
- Hey.
- Come on, baby, be brave.
This is not an ending, it's a new beginning.
Remember?
- I'm totally cool.
- KARA: And you know you're always welcome at our place any time.
Well, within reason.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah...
What?
Well, anyway, I knew this day was gonna come, so...
I went and I got you guys a housewarming present.
- You're the best.
- Thank you.
You really are the best.
KARA: What is it?
It's a pillow.
With your face on it.
Yeah, on both sides.
Yeah.
So you can be with us all the time.
- Mm-hmm.
- This isn't going on the bed.
(LAUGHS)
- Are you sure?
- PRIDE: Connor's doing fine.
He's home.
Just a few scuffs and bruises.
And I think I finally convinced him that he is safer in the apartment.
He was lucky, Dwayne.
Who were those men?
Sasha?
Come on.
You must have some idea.
Could... could have been a lot of people.
Could have been the Dixie Mafia, or Beverly's family.
There's folks in Kansas City who really don't like me.
(EXHALES)
There's... there's always gonna be someone.
(SIGHS)
Making that proffer was the only thing I could do to help Connor.
I know.
But it put a target on both of our backs.
As long as he's out there, people are gonna try to get to me through him.
I've changed my mind about WITSEC.
Wherever's not here is our best chance.
Our?
Well, I'm-I'm bringing Connor with me.
No.
Sasha, no.
No...
No.
He...
You-you'd cut off from everyone that he's ever known.
I am the only one he's ever known.
You have been good to him.
But please, he needs to be with me.
What other choice do I have if I want to protect him?
If he stays, he'll always be a target.