03x17 - Swift, Silent, Deadly 03x18 - Slay the Dragon

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03x17 - Swift, Silent, Deadly 03x18 - Slay the Dragon

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All right, boys,
here you go.

Is that your blue van out front?

Kick him out!

I asked
if that was your van.

Talk or die.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Come on, we've all
noticed the change in Pride.

He's got a little extra
bounce in his step,

few more smiles,
a little cologne.

I'm pretty sure that
cologne is Sebastian's.

It's part of his
new agent makeover.

Pride's been different,
ever since Rita got back--

who, by the way,
calls him all the time now.

Well, she is a JAG
Reservist and an A.D.A.,

so it's just
probably business.

See, now that's
your problem, Lasalle.

If you can't see the obvious
romance in the world,

how do you expect to ever
get it for yourself?

Gregorio, Gregorio.

I don't need any help finding
"romance," all right?

I'm doing just fine,
thank you.

You're doing just great,
knucklehead.

Looks like one
heck of a bar fight.

More like an as*ault.

One of the victims recognized
a Marine Corps tattoo

on the attacker,
so NOPD called us in.

We get an I.D.?

Sebastian's working on it.

Assailant left one dead,

three in the hospital.

Two more ran off
as NOPD arrived.

One marine
took out six guys?

Without f*ring a sh*t.

Only w*apon discharged

apparently belongs
to the victim.

Morning, team.

What?

What do you got, Sebastian?

Uh, I got a blood trail
that indicates

the victim might've sh*t
our suspect before being k*lled.

Sergeant John Brossette,
U.S. Marine Corps.

I didn't even need
his blood to I.D. him;

he left plenty of prints.

Think he'd be a little more
careful than that.

Well, either that or he didn't
care for some reason.

Anyway, I got
a local address,

but anything past that,
I need security clearance.

Could be Special Ops.

Yeah. Look, Percy's back
at the squad room.

Get her what you know.

Tell her to contact
MARSOC to get clearance.

There are
three security cameras

on both sides of the bar.

You think we could get
something from the feeds?

Yeah, I was just about to check.
Okay, cool.

Our victim is
Terrence Hayes...

...owner of the bar.

Prelim background check shows

he's got a long history
of felony convictions.

Yeah, unfortunately
for Mr. Hayes,

he also has a
recent history

of being tortured.

Has bruising, compound
fracture in the arm,

broken fingers,

looks like one at a time, too.

And based on
the severed spinal cord,

likely cause of death
was asphyxia.

Suspect broke his neck.

So, what is this, revenge

or payback for something?

Could be a dirty marine.

They were in a deal together
that went sideways.

Well, whatever it is,
Brossette's dangerous.

We need to get him off the
street and into custody fast.

Get a warrant.

Check his house.

I'll work with Percy.

We'll look into Brossette
and Hayes both.

Best way
to find our marine

is to figure out
what the hell happened here.

I got their surveillance feed.

And I got to say, aside
from the fact that, you know,

somebody's dead,
this is pretty badass.

Damn, that guy's
got some serious skill.

Wow, so...

he gets sh*t, barely bats
an eye, and just like that,

kills a man.

Well, doesn't
look like that was

his intention.

He was walking away.

Still don't know what he was
doing there. What'd you find?

Not much, just that
Sergeant Brossette's

as highly trained as they come.

He's a Force Recon team leader.

So what's he doing going after a
small-time felon in Clearwater?

And why do it like that?

Force Recon's trained
in stealth tactics.

Brossette could've
taken them out

without anybody
ever finding out.

PTSD?

Looked pretty
in control to me.

Plus, he clearly
went after Hayes.

You find any connection there?

No, I checked NOPD, FBI, NCIC,

nothing,
other than the fact

that they both live
in Clearwater.

And Brossette...
is originally from Haiti.

He met the marines
doing disaster relief there,

emigrated to the U.S.
with his wife, Amelia,

and then enlisted.

You talk to his wife?

I left her a message, but
she hasn't responded yet.

Not much to go on.

Yeah, Chris.

I'm leaving
Brossette's house now, King.

Any sign of trouble?

The door locked
when you got there?

Yeah, we had to bust in.

Everything inside
was normal, though.

Any sign of him
or his wife?

No, none.
Looks like Amelia Brossette

works with an advocacy group
that helps immigrants.

Her calendar says she's at
a federal detention center

in Oakdale today with clients.

I'm on it.

Yeah, Gregorio's

talking to neighbors now.

Maybe she found something.

All right, well,
sooner the better.

Keep digging,
but be careful.

Don't want you running into
Brossette without backup.

Copy that.

Hey.

I've seen some struggling
neighborhoods since I got back,

but nothing like
this one. It's sad.

Yeah, Clearwater got hit
pretty hard by Katrina,

never recovered.
Doesn't make sense, though.

It's right by the river.
You'd think this would be

one of the first places
to bounce back.

Yeah, I had three NOPD buddies
that used to work the area,

and they all got reassigned
to The Quarter.

Got to protect
the tourists, right?

Hey, did you find
anything on Brossette?

'Cause I sure didn't, and King,
he seems a little nervous.

I don't blame him.

Only thing I got was good.

Neighbors sing
the Brossettes' praises

like they're some
kind of saints.

Woman over there,
she says that

if it wasn't for him,

Clearwater would be
overrun by crime.

He does what the cops don't.

So, what? He's some kind
of guardian angel?

I mean, doesn't exactly jibe
with taking out six guys

at a bar and k*lling a man,
does it?

I let Oakdale know we wanted

to talk to Brossette's
wife when she showed,

but I did find something
that might help.

Two days ago,
bar owner, Hayes,

deposited almost ten
grand, all in cash,

three times more than any
deposit he'd made all year.

Find out how
he got the money,

might give us a reason for
Brossette's att*ck. Good work.

Thanks.
Let's go to the hospital,

find out what
the other victims know.

Um...

you not gonna answer that?

Nope. Mayor's called three times
already this morning.

God, what does he want?
Who knows?

Could be something
about this case,

could be he's nervous
'cause I'm coming after him

for the m*rder of Javier Garcia.

Right now, all I care about
is finding Sergeant Brossette

before he hurts anyone else.

Hey, Pride. We might
have a lead on Brossette,

and I think it's pretty cool.

And by "we,"
cowboy means me,

the one who actually
found the lead.

See? You are upset,
just admit it.

You don't want me
sharing your office.

I have no trouble sharing,
but I do have trouble

with you disinfecting my desk
all the time.

Smell like bad cologne.

That actually is a-a cologne.

Is it too much, you think?

The lead, fellas.

Okay, check it out.

I took a closer look
at the surveillance footage,

zooming in on the victim's face.

Yeah, watch what happens
when Patton enhances it.

I'm sorry, what exactly
are we looking at?

We're looking at his lips.

And we're using
cutting-edge software

used by the CIA
to read said lips.

Er-Oh-Emer-Emerald Paw-Pawn.

There-ee-that a-all I know.

Emerald Pawn, that's all I know.

Emerald Pawn?
Where is that?

It's in Clearwater.
It's right near the bar.

That must be important,

'cause Brossette took off
as soon as he heard that.

Not before Hayes took
another sh*t at him.

That's when Brossette
k*lled him.

All right,
call Lasalle and Gregorio.

Tell them we will meet them
at the pawn shop,

but to wait for us,
in case Brossette's there.

Any sign of Brossette?

Not yet,

but the owner just
opened up the shop.

Vadim Reznik.

Record's clean.

How you want
to play this?

Let's talk to Reznik,

see if he has any idea why
Brossette's so interested...

Hayes is already dead.

You want to be next?

Federal agents! Don't move!

Get your hands in the air!

Drop the Kn*fe!

Drop the Kn*fe
and raise your hands!

Let's go,
get them up!

Come on, Reznik.

Move, move, move!

Sergeant Brossette, NCIS!

Get on your knees now.

Gregorio, cuff him.

Everybody... all right?

Define "all right."

Reznik got away, too.

Who is that guy?

Oh. Might need stitches.

Maybe you ought
to go to the E.R.

I'm too humiliated
to go to the E.R.

I don't want anybody else
knowing that one guy

kicked all our asses.

Yeah, I'm feeling
a little déjà vu.

It's not the first time we've
been in here licking our wounds.

Lucky none of y'all got k*lled.

Yeah, don't think
it was luck, Loretta.

Brossette had a chance,
held back instead.

Yeah, and he didn't have to;
he already k*lled a guy.

Well, the bar owner
could've been self-defense.

I mean,
think about it.

He took us out just enough
so he could get away.

Hindsight,
probably good

we didn't get a sh*t off.

Question is:
what's he want so bad?

Whatever it is,
Reznik must know.

Brossette was obviously pissed
that the guy got away.

Which means he'll be
going after him again.

But if we can find
Reznik first...

He'll lead us
right to Brossette.

You sure you really want
to find Brossette again?

That's a good point, Doc.

We're not gonna
underestimate him again.

Next time, we'll be prepared.

Ah.

Hey, Rita.

Dwayne, we need to talk.

Can you hold a sec?

Of course.

Gregorio,

you and Sonja see if
you can find anything

to connect Reznik to
Brossette or the bar owner.

Chris, take Sebastian
back to the pawn shop.

We need to find something
to help us locate Reznik.

You got it.
Sorry about that, Rita.

Okay, I give. Who's Rita?

Well, that's the million-dollar
question, ain't it?

Anybody seen Sebastian?

In his office.
In my office.

Thanks.

Any luck on seeing where
Brossette ran off to?

Nope. That marine managed to
avoid every security camera

anywhere around that pawn shop;
the man is a ghost.

We still can't find his wife,
either; never showed up to work.

I couldn't get a GPS

on her cell phone;
could be she turned it off.

She doesn't want to be found
no more than her hubby does.

All right, try going back
and looking through

the security cams, see if
you can find Reznik instead.

Find Reznik, find Brossette.

Exactly.

Everything all right?

Rita just called as an A.D.A.

Says that Hamilton just
held a press conference.

Threw me and NCIS under the bus

for not catching

Sergeant Brossette fast enough.

Rita says that Hamilton

wants the D.A.'s office
to investigate.

What? That's not fair.

Why would Hamilton do that?

Only one reason:

to get my attention.

Now he's got it.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mayor.
I couldn't stop him.

Oh, that's all
right, I'm used to it.

I'll call you back.

Oh, a-a return phone call
would've sufficed, Dwayne.

That's all I'm saying.

- What do you want?
- Should I call security?

Nah, he ain't gonna hurt me.

You know, whether you
like it or not, Dwayne,

I'm the mayor.

And that means when I call you,
you damn well better

pick up that phone next time,
you understand?

Or, what, you're gonna hold
another press conference?

Try and blame me
for your screwups?

My screwups?

There's a maniac marine
running loose in the city.

How is that my fault?

He's not loose
in the city,

he's in Clearwater.

No excuse for
what he did,

but if you hadn't pulled
basic resources,

like police...
Oh, man,

that's just media crap,
and you know it.

They're just trying to put
a spin on everything...

Not spin, it's real.

You've left Clearwater
high and dry for far too long,

and this is what happens.
You don't know.

This whole city
has no resources.

I had to make some choices.

Choices which benefit you
more than the city.

Benefits like the ones
Javier Garcia was gonna share

with the FBI...
Ah, no! No, no, no!

That's it.
...before he was k*lled.

I'm tired, I'm tired

of your insinuations
and your implications.

And if you think
I have something to do

with Garcia's death,
then you put up or you shut up!

Now, in the meantime,
you do your damn job.

You catch this marine,

and you keep him
and Clearwater off of the news,

or I'll make sure
you stay on it.

You can call security now.

You know, it'd be
a lot easier to find

a connection to Brossette

if Reznik was a little
bit more organized.

Look at this.

You think even a pawn shop
would use a computer these days,

at least a stolen one.

Yeah, a lot of what draws
folks to these kind of places

is things aren't
tracked as easily.

Lot of cash transactions.

Yeah, that might explain
where the bar victim

got his ten grand from.

Still, doesn't connect
Reznik to Charles Bronson.

Charles who?

Come on,
man, really?

Charles Bronson? You know?

Death Wish?

It's a morally
questionable film

about vigilantism?

Guardian angel,
just like Sergeant Brossette?

First one was a huge
hit, but the sequels

just got ridiculous.
Sebastian...

Although, in the third one,

Bronson sh**t a bad guy
with a rocket launcher.

- That's actually pretty sweet.
- Sebastian.

What's “acepero...”

Acepromazine?
That's it.

An animal tranquilizer.

It's usually used for
dogs and horses. Why?

Well, I just found
a bunch of it in here.

Why does a pawn shop
have animal tranquilizer?

Any progress finding Reznik?

Maybe.

Just got off the phone
with Lasalle and Sebastian.

They found a stash of
animal tranquilizers

hidden in Reznik's shop.

Animal tranquilizers?

Yeah, turns out,
Reznik's brother-in-law

works at a vet hospital.

Yeah, and Patton tapped
into Reznik's cell.

Turns out, Reznik's been making
a lot of late-night visits

to the vet hospital.

Doesn't give us a connection
to Brossette, but...

But it could give us Reznik if
he's going back to the hospital.

Which is where Brossette
might be waiting for him, too.

Worth a sh*t.

Good work.

Have Sebastian and Christopher

meet us back here
so we can game plan.

Where you going?

Borrow a few things
from the sheriff's office,

so Brossette doesn't catch us
off guard again.

There's Reznik.

Brossette's
got to be close.

Copy that, King.

In position,
and ready for your go.

Let's move.

No, please don't k*ll me.

Where is she?

Federal agents! Freeze!

NCIS!

All right, just breathe.

Be all right in a minute.

Please, this isn't
what you think.

Yeah, tell it to the judge.

They've taken my wife!

That's why I
went after them.

That's why
I'm doing this.

If we don't catch them in time,
I may never see her again.

EMS is coming
to check your wound.

It's fine.

Triaged.
I only care about Amelia.

We're wasting time.

Breaking and entering,

aggravated as*ault,
as*ault on a federal officer,

m*rder...

m*rder? No way.

Hayes sh*t at me, twice.

It was self-defense.

Open to interpretation.

You att*cked him first,
with lethal force.

I only wanted to find my wife.

You got to believe me.

If we don't find

Amelia soon,
I may never see her again!

All right,

calm down,
Sergeant Brossette.

You need to talk to us.

We may not be able to help you,
but if you're telling the truth,

we may be able
to help your wife.

Night before last,

when I came home,
Amelia wasn't there.

I assumed she was with a client.

She helps
new immigrants,

people like we once were.

Helps them find jobs,
places to live.

She work late a lot?

Never.

I called her, but it
went to voice mail.

Called her friends, too,

people she works
with, nothing.

I knew something was wrong.

Why didn't you just
call the cops?

I did.

But they wouldn't do
anything for hours,

and I knew I couldn't
wait that long.

Amelia isn't the first person
to disappear from Clearwater.

And what does that mean?

There have been whispers
on the streets.

Stories of immigrants
who arrived all alone,

young women with no families,
suddenly vanish.

NOPD look into it?

Said they did,

but the women aren't citizens,

so there's nothing
they could do.

The police hardly
come around

Clearwater anymore, anyway.

So, you decided to take matters

into your own hands.
I had no choice!

I wasn't going to let them
take my wife!

Calm down, Brossette.

I used my training,

tracked down leads,

learned a blue van
had been hanging around

where Amelia was last seen.

And that blue van
led you to Hayes.

Who led me to Reznik.

All I do is clean them up.

I take photos, that's it.

Clean them up?

What kind of
scumbag are you?

These are women we're
talking about, not animals.

Yeah, well, apparently
he treats them like animals.

Sedates them
like animals, too.

Is that so they
don't fight back?

Huh, is that it?

I swear to God,
I don't hurt them.

These men, they're selling them.

They're shipping them
out of the country.

Human trafficking.

You got any idea how many years
that gets you in federal prison?

You better
start talking, Reznik.

You better tell us who
you hand those girls off to,

or you'll never see the outside
of a jail cell again.

I don't know who.

They don't want me to know
who, in case I get caught.

I get them from Hayes.

When I'm done, I make a call
on a burner cell and I leave.

When I go back,

the women are gone
and my cash is there.

I just wait for the next batch.

Batch?

You're disgusting.

Did you get
anything out of Reznik?

Just enough to make me
sick to my stomach.

I can't believe
this has been going on

for as long as it has
without anybody finding out.

Hey, but if it wasn't
for Brossette,

they'd still be
getting away with it.

Obviously,

they took his wife by mistake.

Didn't realize
who they were going up against.

Yeah, question is: who are they?

According to Reznik,
the trafficking ring

is compartmentalized;
nobody knows who's next up

on the food chain.
We got to hurry up

before they get her
out of the country.

But it's only been hours
since she was taken.

And it's not just Amelia
they're trying to get out.

There's got to be others.

And that takes time.

That means we still
have a chance.

Whoa, are we allowed
to go at it alone?

We're NCIS; we
caught our marine.

Shouldn't we
loop in NOPD, FBI?

By the time we get through
all that bureaucracy,

she'll be gone,

and we can't let that happen.

Dwayne?

Rita, what...

what's going on?

Hamilton sent me.

Hamilton? What do you mean? Why?

Because I'm both
JAG and A.D.A.,

and Sergeant Brossette's case
could be heard in either court.

Hold up,

what case?

Marine k*lled a civilian, right?

And word is, you have
him in custody, Dwayne,

so I'm here to take him in.

And Hamilton sent you?

He called the D.A.
and was pretty insistent.

He already has a press
conference set up

to announce the arrest.

Why am I not surprised?

I know how you feel
about Hamilton,

but I have
to do my job.

So, do you have Brossette
or don't you?

Just give me a minute.

What?

Yeah, we'll be right back.

Wait. Well, Dwayne...

- Patton, Sebastian?
- Hello?

Hey, wait, wait, whoa,
I know all of y'all

are not moving in here, man.
Come on.

Look, never mind that.

Did you get anything
off of Reznik's burner?

Nothing on it,
except for one number.

It's the same number Reznik
been calling every week or so.

It's got to be the next link
on the trafficking chain.

So we are gonna help Brossette
find his wife.

We're gonna try, but
we got to move fast.

Might need Brossette
to help us, though.

Wait here.

I...
Hold that thought.

I got an idea,

but here's the deal.

NOPD's waiting outside that door
to take you downtown,

but I'm willing to try
and hold them and the A.D.A. off

if you help me find your wife.

So we're clear,

probably won't help you avoid
charges, and it's dangerous.

Tell me what I have to do.

Are you out of
your mind, Dwayne?

I'm telling you, it's not
as simple as you think.

Pretty simple
from my point of view.

I'm under strict orders.

And I'm not asking
you to disobey them.

All we want is
a little more time.

hours, that's all.

hours for what?

To try and catch
the traffickers,

get Brossette's wife back.

Rita, listen, despite
what the mayor

wants it to look like,
this isn't just about

a maniac marine on the loose.

Brossette's wife was taken.

He's just trying to save
her, to save others.

But if you take him now,
we may lose our only chance.

Clearwater is an immigrant
neighborhood, all but ignored.

That's why the
traffickers

target the women there-- because
they don't think anybody cares.

Trying to guilt me into this?
Is that your best pitch?

So far.

I just don't see how we can
walk away from this, Rita.

Well, you can't walk away
from anything.

That a bad thing?

Was for us.

Even though,

I have to admit,
I always admired that about you.

The fight for right.

You had the fight
back then, too.

Still do, as far as I can tell.

JAG, A.D.A.-- you're not
doing it for the money.

That's for sure.

You're gonna say yes,
aren't you?

I was from the beginning.

I just wanted to watch you
work for it a little.

hours,

not a minute more.

You got it.

Thanks.

Bought us some time,
but not much.

Means we got to move fast.
How bad you hurt?

Don't worry about me.
What's the plan?

We found a way
to contact the traffickers,

but you're the only one
who can make them meet.

How so?

They got to know who you are,
what you've been doing.

Explain to them

you don't want
any trouble,

you don't care
about the others.

Just want to get Amelia back
and that you're willing to pay.

What if they don't bite?

Then you tell them
you won't stop,

you'll keep coming
after them.

Doubt they want publicity

any more than
Mayor Hamilton does.

Even if they
agree to meet,

they'll try to k*ll me.

Me and my team will be
right there backing you up.

Moment we see Amelia,
we move in.

You're right, though.

No guarantees this'll work,
but it's all we got.

It's up to you.

Showtime.

Copy that. Standing by.

Brave man.

You must really love your wife.

Where is she?

First thing first.

You understand, this is
all unfortunate mistake.

Your wife was never meant
to be taken.

Any sign of Amelia?

Can't see. Windows are tinted.

Let's see the money.

Not until I see my wife.

It's a setup. It's a setup!
Federal agents! Freeze!

Amelia!

Where's my wife?!

She's not in there!

The wave of v*olence
in the Clearwater area

continued until early
this morning,

leaving three dead
and one critical.

But with Marine Sergeant
John Brossette

finally in police custody,

the mayor hopes things
can return to normal.

“Return to normal.” Is
that some kind of joke?

Brossette was the only one
who was keeping Clearwater

from getting out of control.

Yeah, and trying
to stop the traffickers.

Just talked to NOPD.

Brossette's at
the hospital jail ward.

He lost lots of blood,
but he should be okay.

Yeah, until they try him
for m*rder.

Well, I mean, he did k*ll a man.

Whose side are you on?

I'm just saying
that if the mayor wants

to pin all this on Brossette,
then he's screwed.

No, King won't
let that happen.

We need to focus on
getting these traffickers.

Yeah, and what we
need is a lead.

May have one.

NOPD found port parking stubs
from three of the guys

that tried to k*ll Brossette.

Okay, the port makes sense;
that's the best way to get

kidnapped women
shipped out.

Right, but the question is:
are we too late?

What do you got on the bad guys?

Just that they're all connected
to Bulgarian organized crime.

We just don't know
which networks.

I got A*F working on it.

All right,
I'll check with FBI, too.

Maybe I can identify which
syndicate we're dealing with,

and then we'll make
the connections

that they have at the docks.
Yeah, and hopefully

we can narrow down which ship
or ships they're using.

Yeah.
All right,

Sebastian and I
will head down to the docks,

see what we can find.

Now, when King gets done
with the mayor,

he's gonna want to know
if we learned things.

Let's have answers.
Okay.

None of this would've happened

if you'd just simply done
what you were told

and handed Brossette over.

I gave strict orders
to the D.A.

Has nothing to do with the D.A.
This is my decision.

Oh, y-your decision
wouldn't have anything to do

with that little ex-girlfriend
of yours, would it?

Rita had nothing to do with...
Oh, that's right.

Yeah, I forgot she was
back in New Orleans.

Yeah, I won't make that
mistake again. Don't worry.

Listen to me,
Hamilton.

The only thing we need to be
worried about right now

is trying to save
not just Brossette's wife,

but all the other women
who were taken, too.

Yeah, that's my job, not yours.

Which is why I'm
in the process

of assembling a joint task force
right now...

Damn it,
we don't have time for that!

They'll be long gone by then,
if they're not already.

Well, it ain't your problem
anymore, or your case, Dwayne,

so drop it.

Bottom line: you don't,

I promise I'll have a judge
hold you in contempt

for not handing Brossette over
in the first place.

Hey. Hey.

I guess I don't need to ask
how it went in there.

I didn't get you in trouble
with the D.A., did I?

Nothing I can't handle.
Look...

Don't apologize, Dwayne.
It was the right thing to do.

Just because
it didn't work out...

Yet. It will.

Just got to
figure out how.

I'm not giving up
on Brossette's wife

or the traffickers.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

some things never change.

I can't figure

Hamilton out.

Why stonewall me
on this? Right?

Innocent lives
are at stake.

It has nothing to do
with me or Garcia's m*rder.

What am I missing?
I was trying to figure out

the same thing,
so I did some checking.

Call and
tell him I'm on my way.

I've got a friend
in Planning and Development

who says the mayor shelved
a couple of housing projects

in Clearwater.

So, I got curious,
I started asking around.

And apparently,
Hamilton has quietly...

...has quietly derailed
every proposal there,

not just a couple.

So, it's not about
lack of resources.

No, it's willful intent.

And I don't know
why he's doing it,

but obviously
there's a reason.

One that he doesn't want
anybody figuring out.

Well, explains
why he wants the media

focusing on something else.

Yeah, and why he was in
such a hurry to catch Brossette,

get Clearwater out of the news.

Still got some fight in you.

Might have something
on the traffickers. I got to go.

I'll keep digging.
Okay.

Rita.

Watch your back.

I don't trust Hamilton.

Talked to a forklift operator

over at the docks who saw
a ship late last night.

Loaded cargo in the
dark and headed out.

Get the ship's name?

No, but Percy traced
the dock's lessee

to a Micha Draganov.

He's got ties to a
Bulgarian crime syndicate

operating throughout
the South.

And that links him to the men
who att*cked Brossette.

Yeah. Problem is, Draganov
took off in a cigarette boat

over a half hour ago.

Eh, doesn't like publicity.
Making a run for it.

Hey,
guys. Good news.

The Coast Guard activated
the Helicopter Interdiction

Tactical Squadron,
and they spotted the boat.

Captain Larrabee, this is
Special Agent Pride, NCIS.

Nice to meet you. HITRON
fired warning sh*ts,

stopped your suspect's boat,
but not before

he made it
to international waters.

Yeah, and since Draganov's boat
has a Bulgarian registration,

we need permission
before we can even board.

What are you saying?
We got to wait?

No, we're not waiting.

Every minute that passes,

that cargo ship
gets farther away.

Sebastian, you stay here,

work with Sonja

and Gregorio.

Find that ship.

You got it.

Let's go!

This is the U.S. Coast Guard.

Keep your engine secured.

We're coming alongside.

Micha Draganov.

Federal agents. We need to talk.

Yeah? About what?

About your involvement
in human trafficking.

Hands on your head.
Turn around slow.

It's clear.

Make it
easier on yourself

if you just gave us the name

and destination
of the cargo ship

that left port last night with
the kidnapped women on board.

No idea
what you're talking about.

Besides,

we are in international waters.

I doubt my government
gave you authority.

Wave off the Coast Guard.

All right, we'll take it
from here, fellas.

Thank you. Call
off the helo, too.

What do you think you're doing?

Looking to motivate you.

Hey!

Come back here!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Come back here!

Hey!

You do know there are sharks
in the Gulf.

Fully aware.

Hey!

Come back here!

No disrespect, King,

but you sure you know
what you're doing?

We don't have time to make him
tell us where the ship's headed.

I understand, but you know

that coercion
doesn't hold up in court.

Not worried about court.

Just finding Amelia
and the others.

All right.

Well, how's letting him
drown accomplish that?

You think I'm gonna
let him drown?

Thought did cross my mind.

Well, good.

Means it's crossed
his mind, too. Hold on.

Hey!

Hey!

Let's try this again.

Ship name and destination.

It's the Nikolina.

Headed for Aruba.

Aruba.

Just that easy.

U.S. Coast Guard. It's okay.

You're safe now.
Estás seguro.

Come on.

Come on, ladies.

Está bien. Estás seguro.

Okay.

You're safe.

Are you Mrs. Brossette?

Amelia?

Yes.

Your husband's gonna be
very happy to see you.

No, Pride did not
toss him overboard.

Oh, yes, he did.

He didn't even hesitate, either.
Ah.

You should've seen the look
on Draganov's face.

I am so not at
the FBI anymore.

So what did you do?

Well, I really didn't
know what to do.

I was just kind of
going along with the flow.

It worked well, though,
didn't it?

Yeah, I'll say.
We took down

a sl*ve trafficking ring,

we saved Brossette's wife,
busted the ringleader.

Not bad, considering
how it all went down.

Think there'll be any blowback?

I don't think so.

Draganov confessed;
it doesn't matter why.

No one would believe him anyway.

What about Sergeant Brossette?

You think the fact that
he was right all along

will help him out?

I think Pride's talking to Rita

about that very subject
as we speak.

Oh, any excuse to talk to Rita.

Oh, here we go.
Profiler at work again.

Doesn't take a profiler to
see the obvious, knucklehead.

Mm-mm. Neanderthal.

Ah. That's a better word.

Whoa. That's a sick burn.
See what I have to put up with?

They got you.

If I remember right,
you used to like it spicy.

You still do?

I... don't know.

Uh, it's been a while
since I've had shrimp Creole.

What the hell.

Ah. Attagirl.

By the way, if you think
you're gonna butter me up

by wining and dining me,
it's not gonna work.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Liar.

Sergeant Brossette's
still in a lot of trouble.

Understood.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

He broke into two places,
hurt a lot of people.

A lot of bad people.

k*lled one.

Self-defense. Man
sh*t him from behind.

Plus, if he hadn't,
the trafficking ring...

Means justifies the end?
Is that how you see it, Dwayne?

Like I said,

some things don't change.

Hmm.

I should be able
to get his charges reduced.

Thank you.

You hungry?

Starving.

I am worried about you, though.
How so?

Well, you said that you
think Mayor Hamilton

had something to do with
Javier Garcia's m*rder.

I know that he did.

Just have to find
a way to prove it.

Well, and then what?

You go after him,

or try to take him down?
Is that it?

I'm gonna do
what I have to do, Rita.

Mayor's corrupt.
Known it for a long time.

With whatever
Garcia had on him,

whatever he's doing
with Clearwater,

it's different now.

And you think you can stop him?

Somebody has to.

The mayor's not under
NCIS's jurisdiction, Dwayne.

And the end doesn't
always justify the means,

especially if it ends up
getting you k*lled.

That's not gonna happen.

♪ I'm losing my mind ♪

♪ Over you. ♪

It's Tuesday night.

Don't any of these people
have work tomorrow?

Uh, it's also New Orleans.

We work hard,
and we party harder.

That's why you should
come out with me.

No.

Me and some friends,
we're going to a club...

I'm good.

Got room service and
a nice hot bath

calling my name.

What? What's the
problem, Purce?

Well, all right, name
one friend you've made,

other than the team,
since you've been back.

Hi, babe.

George and I are
very close.

The doorman is paid
to be nice to you.

Come out, unwind.

We just “unwound”
at Pride's bar.

That was a drink
after work.

This is dancing.
We're gonna have fun.

- Fun?
- Yeah.

You know I don't have fun.

Stop it.

Well, you're gonna have
to stop hiding sometime.

All right, Dr. Phil, relent.

If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

All right.
♪ Do it. ♪

Be careful.
♪ Do it, do it. ♪

Good night.

That's one way
to greet your husband.

Ex-husband.

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How'd you get that cut
over your eye?

Rogue marine tried
messing with me.

How'd you find me?

Uh, your mom told me
where you were.

She always had
a soft spot for me.

She's old and easily confused.

Just give me
a chance to explain.

Preferably without a g*n
pointed at my chest.

An FBI agent?
I did not see that one coming.

She told you that, too?

Well, she's behind the times,
'cause I'm NCIS now.

Back in New Orleans?
You hate it here.

It's much better
without you being here.

I got to admit, you're
really sexy with that g*n.

Terrifying, but sexy.

Okay, it's been peachy
catching up,

but I'm gonna call
the cops now.

Wait, hold on a second.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm in trouble here.
You think?

Look, just give me
two minutes to explain.

And if you still feel it,
you can sh**t me.

The Aufieros want me dead.

You stole $ million
from the FEMA funds

that were for New Orleans
after Katrina.

The whole city wants
you dead, including me.

Look, there might have been
a little bit of embezzlement...

Followed by ten years
of you living high on the hog

in a tropical paradise.

Des Moines is many things.
Paradise is is not.

Des Moines, Iowa?

Ten years ago, Joe Aufiero
forced me to steal that money.

He said he'd k*ll me
if I didn't.

And you, too,
for that matter.

So I did the only
thing I could...

became an informant
for the FBI

to help take Joe down.

Bull.

It all happened right
after you left me.

I gave the Feds
everything I had,

and they put me in WITSEC--
I couldn't tell anybody.

I can make one call
to the FBI right now

and verify your story.
Do it.

If you were in WITSEC,

why would you come back
to New Orleans?

There's a target the size
of Louisiana on you right now.

The Aufieros figured
out where I was.

Sent someone to k*ll me.

I'm a marked man.

And you are the only person
I can trust.

Hey, Gregorio, bath time's over.

We caught a case.

I'll be right there, Percy.

Shh, shh, shh.

What are you doing?
Shut up.

Securing a fugitive
until I verify your story.

Then I'll throw you
to the wolves.

Last time we did this,
way more fun.

Let's go, Gregorio.
Be quiet.

Don't move.

Coming.

About time.
Sorry.

Hello, ladies.
So much for a night off.

Ho, no rest
for the wicked.

Are there more NOPD
here than usual?

Yeah, well, we wanted
extra manpower

to protect the crime scene,

considering who
the victim is.

Alex Aufiero.
Joe's youngest son.

As in the Aufiero
crime family?

You know this kid,
Gregorio?

What do we know?

I'd know more
if Forensic Agent Lund

would give me a little room.

I'm sorry, there's
just this substance

on the victim's jacket--
it's fascinating.

Well, you'll get your chance.
First things first.

Lieutenant Aufiero,
he was sh*t three times,

point-blank range in the chest.

Bled out before
EMTs could arrive.

Can I... can I go now?
Yes.

I think that the k*ller left
this trace evidence behind.

We talking
fingerprints, biologicals?

Right now I'd classify it
as schmutz,

but I'm gonna
bring it back to the lab

and get a more
detailed explanation.

Witnesses?

Gas station attendant

came right out that door
after the sh*ts were fired,

and filmed a man fleeing
the scene in Alex's car.

Oh, no.

Well, it's sad, right?
Young kid.

Could be our sh**t

that used Alex's car
to get away.

I'll put a BOLO out.

So last year, Joe Aufiero
d*ed in prison.

But his family's still
active in organized crime.

We don't need another
g*ng w*r on our hands.

Alex joined the navy
after his father was convicted,

became a w*r hero.

Wanted nothing to do
with the family business.

Why do you know
so much about him?

Because my ex-husband
worked with the Aufieros.

Took Alex under his wing.

I don't know what
was harder for him,

his father's guilt
or McKinley's disappearance.

Well, it wasn't easy
for either one of you.

Look, bottom line,
this kid had nothing to do

with organized crime.

Well, it doesn't mean
he wasn't targeted

to send a message
to his family.

All right, I'll check
with the FBI,

see if they have any
Intel on the Aufieros

Be right back. Hey.

You okay?

Never better.

You knew the
victim personally?

All the more reason
to get cracking

on finding out who did this.

Don't worry about me.

You've got to be kidding me.

Picked the lock?
Is that a new skill?

A man's got to grow.

Food just arrived.

I have been dreaming
about this spread.

You know how pissed
off I am right now?

Have a glass of Brézé.
Make you feel better.

Same one from our
fifth anniversary.

Alex Aufiero was m*rder*d.

But you know that since
you fled the crime scene

in his car.

I was gonna tell you

right before your friend
interrupted us.

My friend, the NCIS agent,
who was coming to take me

to investigate the homicide
you're involved in!

Alex was a good kid.
I didn't k*ll him.

Every cop in the city
is after you right now.

No more lies, Ethan.

I haven't lied.
Call the FBI.

They'll tell you
I was in WITSEC,

and that someone tried
to att*ck me.

I called,
and they confirmed it.

So, see?
I'm in danger.

Okay, and you thought
it was a good idea

to escape my hotel room and
come here and have dinner

in the middle of a restaurant?

Nobody's gonna sh**t me here.
And I was hungry.

Oh...
Besides, I left a note.

It's not like
I'm a flight risk.

You are the definition
of a flight risk,

and maybe a m*rder*r.

Come on, baby, let me explain.

Do not “baby” me.

You have seconds.
You better start talking.

I've never explained anything
in seconds.

seconds.

T, relax. We've got plenty
of time to sort this out.

- Don't tell me to relax.
- Ethan McKinley.

NCIS.
Get your hands up.

Gregorio?

Oh, this just got awkward.

Wait, guys,
I know this looks bad.

You were having a bottle of wine
with a wanted fugitive,

who happens to be
your ex-husband.

So, yeah, it
doesn't look good.

Chris, let her talk.

What more do we
need to know?

All right, this bastard
stole $ million

from New Orleans,
and is the prime suspect

in Alex Aufiero's m*rder.

“Bastard's” a strong word.

He said he didn't
k*ll Alex.

We tracked Alex's
stolen car

to around the corner.

McKinley's fingerprints
were all over it.

Not my smartest move.

Look, I'm the first one
that wants

to see him locked up, okay?

I was gonna arrest him.

Why didn't you?

Look, he may be a bastard,

but he's an FBI informant
whose life is in danger.

He's the reason
Joe Aufiero's in prison.

Someone took a sh*t at him
while he was in WITSEC.

Multiple sh*ts,
actually.

I would describe it
as a hail of b*ll*ts.

None of what
you just said

clears him of Alex's m*rder.

I was trying to get
the full story, Percy.

Look, I got your back,
but Pride...

he's gonna want
a better explanation.

Don't know whether
to be furious with you

or worried.

You knew McKinley was
in New Orleans,

connected to Alex's m*rder,

but you said nothing.
He's my ex-husband.

He claims his life
was in danger.

I was just trying
to sort it out.

Alone?
Without your team?

Trust works both ways.

Okay, it was a bad
judgment call.

Yes, it was.

And you need to take
a step back.

Let the rest of us
handle the case.

Whoa, I grew up
with this guy.

I know him better than anyone.

And he knows you.

Ethan McKinley
can't be trusted.

He'll take advantage
of every angle

to get out of this mess,
especially his ex-wife.

You're not gonna let me
be a part of this case?

Haven't decided yet.
Take five.

Get your head on straight.

I'll talk to
the man of the hour.

Oh, good, the
boss is here.

I was wondering if we could
get something to snack on.

You guys interrupted
my dinner.

Ten years ago,
New Orleans was on its knees,

devastated.

A lot of good people
worked hard to bring it back.

You took advantage of them.

Used them to make a profit.

You're angry.

I understand. I was used, too.

If you talk to T...

We did.

Well, then, she told you.

I'm one of the good guys.

Just because you informed
on Joe Aufiero

doesn't mean you're good.

It means you got caught.

Cooperating with the FBI
was an act of self-preservation,

not altruism.

You're a thief and a parasite.

Wow.

Tough room.

This is us being nice.

You don't want to see tough.

Look...

I am flawed.

I have made some huge mistakes.

But I spent ten years
flipping burgers in a diner

after helping take down the most
dangerous man in New Orleans.

That should buy me
some consideration.

Alex Aufiero

was m*rder*d tonight.

You were with him.
And fled the scene.

Which makes you
our prime suspect.

I had to run.

If I hadn't, I would
have been dead, too.

Alex saved my life.

That b*llet that k*lled him
was meant for me.

You can spin anything.

It's not spin.

All right, I went to Alex
tonight out of desperation.

His brothers have a vendetta
against me.

They already tried

to k*ll me once.

I was hoping Alex could reason
with them, but...

...he never got the chance.

After everything you've done
in your life,

why should we believe you?

Because I can identify
Alex's k*ller.

I was just a child
when I met Ethan.

He took care of me.
You know, he was--

my everything.

I even believed his lies.

Been there.


And then, I learned

he was conning people
our whole marriage.

He embezzled

that FEMA money
right under my nose.

And that's when I left him.

And I decided
I'd never let anyone

deceive me the way he did
ever again.

And so, you joined the FBI to
put people like him away. Right?

And everything I've done
in the last ten years

has been motivated
by that man's betrayal.

Yet here I am again.

No.

No, now this time,

you get to confront your demon.

b*at him down
once and for all.

Finally move on.

I hope so.

We got something, ladies.

Got to start somewhere.

Okay, who are we looking at?

Vincenzo Moretti.

It's the button man
for the Aufiero family

from way back.

He's connected to a dozen
or so contract murders.

Including
Alex Aufiero's.

At least,
according to McKinley.

Why would the Aufieros put
a hit out on one of their own?

Well, McKinley claims
he was the target.

Retribution for informing.

Alex played the hero,
took a b*llet to save him.

Question is, do we believe him?

Well, Alex got a Silver Star
for doing the same thing.

If Ethan identified Vincenzo,
you can bet he has an angle.

Yeah, self-preservation.

Well, there's a warrant out

for Vincenzo's arrest
for two years.

The cops can't find him.

Well, that's convenient.

The suspect McKinley feeds us
is hard to find.

Well, the best con men
always stick to the truth,

except for one detail.

Just got to figure out
what that detail is.

We find Vincenzo Moretti,
we figure it out.

Oh, looks like
someone's

enjoying their night.

What? Oh, the rum.

Uh, that's, uh,
that's not for drinking.

It's for analysis.

You guys remember that schmutz
that I found on the victim

at the crime scene?
Well, I was able to get

a little bit more specific,

and I found molasses,
caramel and coconut.

Yeah, we get it. It's rum.

Well, it's not just any rum.

It's a special proprietary blend

called Vieux Carré Gold.

And it is distilled

by Old New Orleans
Louisiana Rum.

Distillery was shut down
over a year ago.

It's been abandoned ever since.

Great hideout for
a wanted k*ller.

Sebastian, get Patton.
Let's find out.

Open comms, everyone.

We're moving.

Got eyes on the front
of the building.

No vantage to see inside.

Yeah, same here, King.

There's multiple doors,
but only one looks viable.

Yeah, and Vincenzo's
a wanted fugitive.

If he's in there,
he won't come easily.

We need to take him alive
to confirm McKinley's story.

We breach the building, we may
be walking into an ambush.

Yeah, might need backup.

Should we wait for NOPD?

Backup's already here, baby.

What are you talking about,
Patton?

You need eyes
in an abandoned building

with no cameras.

That's why Triple P
is on the case.

Yo, dude, you're stepping
on my pitch, man.

Well, let's get to it.

I got to go.

Pride?

Thermal camera sends images

back to Patton in the van.

He'll be able to tell us
if Vincenzo's inside.

You see anything, Patton?

Nope. Nothing,
but empty space so far.

Wait a minute,
I think I got your target.

How do you know it's him?

There's a glowing
blue area on his hip.

That would be a g*n.

Vincenzo's in a storage room
along the riverside wall.

All right, Chris, Sonja,

come in through the back.

Flush him out to me
and Gregorio in the front.

You got it.

What about me?

You keep monitoring
their movements.

You're our eyes, Sebastian.

All right, Patton,
we're in position.

Give us the exact location
of the suspect.

He's left
the storage room.

You should have eyes on him.

I got him.

NCIS, get your hands up!

Suspect's fled!

Patton, can you see him?

He's moving north
towards the front exit.

In pursuit.

He's running up the stairs.

Drop the g*n now!

You okay?

So much for taking him alive.

I just ran initial ballistics.

Vincenzo's g*n matches the one
used to sh**t Alex Aufiero.

Confirms McKinley's story that
Vincenzo's our m*rder*r.

Still doesn't tell us why.

McKinley claims
he was Vincenzo's target.

Alex took a b*llet for him
in some sort of act of heroism.

See, I just-- I don't think
that that's true.

I think
Alex was always the target.

I found this envelope
addressed to Alex

in Vincenzo's jacket.
I think he took it off the body.

What's inside?
It's empty.

About to take it down to the lab
right now to analyze it.

Just don't know
why Vincenzo would take it.

Look, I know my ex
is a compulsive liar,

but his story checks out so far.

Someone tried to k*ll him
while he was in WITSEC in Iowa.

Agreed.

Not sure an empty envelope's

enough to contradict his story.

Well,
it's not just an empty envelope

that contradicts his story.
Vincenzo's phone does, too.

I saw Alex get k*lled.

I don't need to see
the crime scene photos.

Not a crime scene photo.

Found it
on Vincenzo's phone.

Proof of death
for whoever hired him.

If you were
his target,

why would he take Alex's photo?

Must have made a mistake.

He sh*t Alex
at point-blank range.

Then stopped long enough
to take a photo...

and search the body
for this envelope.

Alex...

was always his target.

I want to know why.

You should ask Vincenzo.

Vincenzo's dead.

What?

How'd that happen?

Tried to sh**t Gregorio.
She had to take him out.

She's fine, by the way.

Yeah, I have no doubt.

She's always been able
to take care of herself.

Even if she
wasn't so sure of it.

I'm
trying very hard

to understand
what happened here.

You claim the Aufieros

made an attempt on your life
while you were in hiding.

Not a claim, wasn't hiding--
Witness Security.

You came back to New Orleans

to ask for Alex Aufiero's help
making peace.

Just before a hit man kills him.

We must have both been targets.

Well, I understand why the
Aufieros would want you dead.

You helped
send their father away

for stealing $ million
in FEMA funds, but...

why would they want to k*ll
their little brother, too?

Something else you should have
asked Vincenzo

before you sh*t him.

That's not the tone
you want to take

with the only man
standing between you

and another Aufiero hit man.

There's a piece
you're not telling me.

And it's not
doing you any favors.

I've been honest.

I'm slightly offended
you keep suggesting otherwise.

There's still plenty of time
to get you transferred

to a federal cell until
we can figure this all out.

On what charges?

Let's keep in mind,
I haven't done anything.

The Aufieros are
out for my blood.

I have no idea
what was in that envelope

or why Alex was k*lled.

But I'm as good as dead.

I need your help.

He's lying.
How can you tell?

His lips are moving.

He's right about one thing.

We don't have anything
to charge him with.

The FBI's waiting to take him
back into WITSEC.

No, we need more time with him.
Ethan McKinley didn't come

all the way back to New Orleans
'cause he was afraid.

Fear was never a motivation
for him.

Well, whatever his angle,

you got to figure it out quick.

I'll focus on Alex.

Try to learn why his family

would want to have him k*lled.

How you gonna do that?

Guess I'm gonna have a chat
with Alex's older brothers.

That's our baby brother
in there.

We'd like to bring him home.

Of course you would.

But his m*rder is still

an open investigation.

Well, that's
not what we heard.

Yeah, we heard you got
the k*ller and he's dead.

That's case closed,
as far as I'm concerned.

It's a little more complicated
than that.

Well, we're here
to make it simple for you.

Give us some papers to sign,
let us have our brother,

and there won't
be any problems.

Didn't realize
there were problems.

You the man in charge?

Special Agent Pride.

So, Matt and Theo Aufiero,

Joe's other sons.

You knew our dad?

Used to see him around the yard

when I'd visit my old man
in prison.

Well, then you should get it.

Our father makes some mistakes
and we pay the price.

You won't let us have Alex

because you assume
that we're criminals.

It's discrimination.

Is that what it is?

Don't assume you're criminals.

We know you run
your family's business.

We run a music club.

And Vincenzo Moretti,

the man who m*rder*d
your brother,

he's been doing
your dirty work for years.

If we had our own
brother m*rder*d,

why would we come
into a building full of cops

to collect his body?

Well, that...

...that's a good question.

You're gonna be hearing
from our lawyer.

That display of bravado

is about more
than brotherly love.

They want Alex's body
for some reason. Why?

I might be able to answer that.

I analyzed the empty envelope

we got from Vincenzo's body.

What I found is
pretty expl*sive.

It looks like a magnification
of a white envelope.

An envelope with the faintest
of logos embossed in it:

two Hs intertwined.

And what's it a logo for?

Holden and Holden law firm,

but that's not
the expl*sive part.

They've been representing
the Aufieros for years.

It's not a surprise that
Alex would have an envelope

from the family's firm.

Still doesn't tell us
what was inside.

Well, Lasalle and Percy
are on their way

to the law firm now
to try to find out.

Well, they'll get hit
with client confidentiality.

Won't get far.

They might not need to.

See, I found something else

on the inside of the envelope.

Is this the expl*sive part?

It is.

Magnetized ink
containing iron oxide.

I oversold the expl*sive part.

I get it, okay?

It's just that forensic
material analysis,

it's a, it's a real
subtle science.

Anyway, the point is,

at the bottom of every
check or bank record,

there's a code with account
and routing numbers.

They're printed
with the same kind of ink.

You're saying
that bank documents

were inside this envelope.

Yeah, and a bank card.

I was able to reconstruct
the routing number

based on the pattern
of the ink residue.

It belongs
to Cayman Limited Trust.

They do a pretty
brisk business

in offshore,
anonymous accounts.

It's where all
the biggest thieves

hide their money these days.

Any idea how much money?

No, but it's got to be a lot.

I mean, Cayman Limited
won't even open up

one of these accounts
with a deposit

of less than
ten million dollars.

Now I'm starting
to understand

why the Aufieros had
their brother k*lled.

We struck out
at the Aufieros' law firm,

dropped the iron curtain the
minute they heard we were feds.

But a paralegal
admitted Alex

had an appointment there
the day he d*ed

to collect his portion
of his father's will.

That's all I need
to do my magic.

Tapped into the law firm's
security cam feed, found this.

Now, this is two
hours before Alex's m*rder.

minutes later...

...he came back out.

That's the envelope
he was k*lled for.

Wait for it.

Boom. McKinley was waiting
in his car.

Something he conveniently
left out of his story.

That's not all
he was lying about.

Des Moines PD sent me
crime scene photos

from the attempt
on Ethan's life.

Whoa, it looks like
it was an epic g*n battle.

Too epic.
Vincenzo Moretti is connected

to a dozen contract killings,

all m*rder*d like Alex,
up close and in public.

Why change his M.O.?

You think this was staged?

I know it was.

Like I said, Ethan was
never motivated by fear.

Money, on the other hand...

A whole lot of money.

Seems to be motivating
Theo and Matt Aufiero, too.

And Ethan came back
to New Orleans

to con Alex out
of his inheritance.

But Alex's brothers
had him k*lled

before McKinley could succeed,
took the bank documents.

So when McKinley's plan “A”
didn't work out...

He came running to
me for a plan “B”.

Figured our little investigation

would lead him
to the Aufieros and the money.

Must be a hell of a lot of dough
in that account.

Yeah. About $ million.

The FEMA funds.

Stolen by Joe Aufiero

with McKinley's help
and never recovered.

That money's been sitting
in that account all these years

until Alex was ready
to collect it.

But why wouldn't Joe split it
amongst all three of his sons?

'Cause Alex was his favorite,

the one he was hoping
would carry on his legacy.

Yeah, but Navy hero Alex
seems like the type

who would return the money
when he realized it was stolen.

That's million reasons
why his brothers want him dead.

And based on
their desperate behavior,

trying to get Alex's body
at the morgue,

they haven't gotten access
to the money yet,

which means we have a chance
to return it to New Orleans,

take down what's left
of the Aufieros.

And we figure out the piece
that they're missing,

and get to it
before they do...

Ethan's the only one
that could fill in the blanks.

Interrogation's all yours.

No, I'm playing it
his way this time.

I'm gonna con him.

Where are you taking me?

Safe house.

Safe house in the Ninth?

Kind of a contradiction,
isn't it?

Look at this place,
they haven't even rebuilt.

Someone stole their money.

Look, T, I know I did wrong.

I had a lot of time to think,

all those lonely,
winter nights in Iowa.

I learned humility.

And if I could
fix it all...

Maybe you can.

What if you helped
return the $ million?

Took the Aufieros down,
got your life back.

My life means nothing to me.

But our life,

what we had,

I'd do it in a nanosecond.

Ethan.

Remember that first trip
we made? Anguilla.

Just you, me
and umbrella drinks.

No lies, no resentment,
not a care in the world.

You know I've always
loved you, T.

I'm gay.

Not the response
I was expecting.

Yeah, well, there's a lot
about me you don't know.

Gay, huh?

So, in a way,

my betrayal kind of gave you
a chance to find yourself.

Wow. How does my personal
revelation become your victory?

I'm just saying.

I've always been
good for you.

You do know what
gay means, right?

Can we just focus
on the case?

Excuse me.

I-I wish I knew
where the money was.

It's in an offshore account
under Alex's name.

That's why his brothers
k*lled him.

Probably why they
tried to k*ll you.

Yeah, they thought I
knew about the account.

Yeah, I wish I did, but...

it's too late now.
They got the money.

They haven't
accessed it yet.

They tried to get
Alex's body.

I'm figuring they needed
a fingerprint or eye scan.

Hey, listen.

We got a chance,
with your help, to stop them.

Please.

I want to help you, T.

I-I want to spend the rest of my
life making up for what I did,

but I have no idea
how to get that money.

Let me sweep the house.
Stay here.

Some people never change.

You hotwire cars now, too?

Not very well, apparently.

That was all me.

See, I have an app on my phone
that remotely shuts my car off

because I knew
you'd try to escape.

Come on,
what did you expect?

$ million is
a lot of money, T.

Can't blame me for trying.

Oh, I blame you
for a lot of things.

And I know you have some kind of
devious plan to get that money.

Doesn't matter now,
because I am going to jail.

Sure your little team
is waiting in the bushes

ready to arrest me.

No, you're not going
anywhere, Ethan.

You're gonna help the
Aufieros steal that money

or I will throw your
sorry ass in jail.

♪ Standing at that bus stop... ♪

Hey, boys.

Long time no see.

Nice joint.

Classy.

♪ Waiting for the driver... ♪

Unbelievable.

You got nerve
showing your face here.

What I got is a
business opportunity.

How would you two like
to be $ million richer?

No idea what
you're talking about.

Alex's inheritance.

You stole a bank card
and the account number,

but you can't access
the money without him,

which I bet you wish you had
known before you had him k*lled.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, come on.

Everybody just calm down.

God.
Wha... hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, shut up!
- Hold still.

This is a $ shirt.

You ratted on our dad.

We're not taking any changes.
You hold still.

It's a good thing we didn't
give him a wire.

All I need is some Wi-Fi access,
a few keystrokes,

I turned his cell phone
into a mic

and their security camera
into my private screening room.

Clever.

Frightening, but clever.

Oh, don't worry.

Big Brother Patton only
uses his power for good.

Yeah, well, the
jury's still out

on whether saving Ethan's
an act of goodness.

All right, I'm clean.

Look, look!
I'm clean.

Why should we trust you?

I'm not asking for trust.

Trust is overrated
in business.

Need, on the other
hand, very useful.

We need each other
to get that money.

No one can access the
account without the other.

Yeah, well, unless you can bring
Alex back from the dead,

I believe that ship has sailed.

I can do better.

I can be the dead.

Whoa, whoa!

Oh, I am more than happy
to help with that.

Theo, that's my jugular.

Think he's in
over his head?

Nah, Ethan's always
liked a close shave.

Look, you guys, I know your
brother better than anybody.

I know his favorite color.
I know his first girlfriend.

I know the name of every sailor
in his basic training class.

Without his fingerprints or his
eyes, you can't get the money.

Actually, I got both.

Ten years ago,

your dad sent me to set up
that account for Alex.

Instead of bringing him along,
I became him.

Went to the bank, gave
them my biometrics.

And now I am the only one
that can access that account.

All I need is that bank card.

That is genius.

Mm-hmm. He's always
chess moves ahead.

McKinley's counting on the fact

that greed outweighs anger.

Okay.

Okay.

So what's the plan?

You believe this is gonna work?

I don't know we got
a lot of options.

We want the money
returned to the city.

We want Matt and Theo
Aufiero behind bars.

Yeah, but how can we trust
McKinley will stay on script?

Simple. We can't.

Come on.

I look good, right?

You look fine.

At least admit
this is the perfect con.

It's a sting operation,
not a con.

Yeah, but really,
what's the difference?

Handcuffs and prison sentences.

And if it's not the Aufieros
going away, it'll be you.

We need every penny
of the $ million dollars

transferred
into the Aufiero account.

That's how we're gonna make
our case against them.

Patton and I will monitor
the transaction.

And we're arresting the brothers

as soon as the money
is deposited.

Piece of cake.

You deviate one inch
from the plan

and you're done. Understood?

We are all part
of the same team.

Don't worry.

You can trust me.

McKinley's here.

God, he's enjoying this
way too much.

Hi.

I would like to access
my account and make a transfer.

Of course. And how much were you
planning on transferring today?

The entire balance.

$ million?

Please wait here, Lt. Aufiero.

What do you think that's about?

Can't just transfer $ million

without jumping
through some hoops.

Uh, Lt. Aufiero?

Lloyd Williams.

I was your father's
banker for years.

Of course, Mr. Williams.

Uh, right this way, please.

I just wanted
to give you my condolences

on your father's
passing last year.

I'm surprised
you weren't at the funeral.

Oh, I was overseas. I
would love to catch up,

but I have to complete my
business and get back to base.

Uh, we met before.

You were in high school,

playing basketball
against my son's team.

Ha.
Yeah, you were point guard.

Yeah, well, long time ago.

Well, I mean,
my boy towered over you,

and he's barely six feet.

This isn't good.

I had a growth spurt in college.

You know how it is.

Actually, I don't.

Lt. Aufiero. Is that...

Yes, it is. Oh, my goodness.

Hi, uh, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Dwayne Pride, NCIS.

So, you know Lt. Aufiero?

Yes, sir. I, uh, I watched him

receive a Silver Star
for bravery.

He pulled three marines
out of a burning Humvee

under enemy fire.

Including a close friend.

Wow, that's an incredible story.

Incredible man.

I'm sorry, I-I just, I just had
to say hello and say thank you.

All right, Lt. Aufiero, let's
access your account, shall we?

Okay.

Now, first, I'll need
your fingerprint there.

And now an ocular scan.

All right. Everything
seems to be in order.

Uh, to what account would you
like the balance transferred?

Here you go.

All done.

Thank you for your business.

No. Thank you.

Patton confirmed
the money's been transferred.

I'm heading out.

I just made
a career case for you

and you can't trust me
to walk feet to the SUV?

You really want me
to answer that?

Hey. All joking aside,

I want to thank you
for giving me another chance.

For, um, I don't know,
believing in me, when...

I didn't give you
any reason to.

Ethan, get down.

Get your hands up!

g*n on the ground.

- g*n on the ground, slow.
- Okay.

Okay.

His brother's
unconscious.

I'm calling .

Where the hell is McKinley?

He can't have gotten far.

We got a bigger problem.
Patton just texted.

The money's not
in Aufieros' account.

What do you mean?

Somehow McKinley transferred it

back to Alex's Cayman account.

So he's the only one
who has access to it?

That son of a bitch played us.

So you want to tell me
how my brother's doing,

or what?
Matt's fine.

He's got a broken wrist
and a couple bruised ribs.

The two of you got
bigger problems, Theo.

Like colluding
with Ethan McKinley

to steal $ million.

Attempting to k*ll
a federal agent?

We didn't know she was a cop.

Oh, and that makes it
so much better?

And we weren't trying
to k*ll anyone.

We were trying to stop McKinley

from taking
our dead brother's money.

That money doesn't
belong to you,

and it didn't belong
to your brother, either.

All right? It belongs
to the city of New Orleans.

And you hired a hit man
to k*ll your brother,

probably because
he was an upstanding citizen

and would've returned
the money.

Then we got you
on tape agreeing

to commit bank fraud
with McKinley.

You might want
to check the tape.

'Cause I don't remember

agreeing to anything.

See, the first rule of surviving
as an Aufiero

is you need to always assume
you're being recorded.

Oh, yeah.

And that's gotten you so far.

We questioned
both Matt and Theo.

Neither one of them
will confess.

We still can't connect them
to the hit on their brother.

And we reviewed the tapes
of the meeting with McKinley,

and they never actually agreed

to helping him steal
the $ million.

And since the $ million is
no longer in their account,

they are looking at
a few years in prison,

not the to life they deserve.

McKinley planned
the whole thing.

Figured out a way to
transfer the money

back into Alex's account,
and then used the Aufieros

as a diversion to
escape custody.

Yeah, but how'd he know
Matt and Theo would show up

at the exact moment
he left the bank?

Simple. Found a warning text
from Ethan on Theo's phone.

He knew they'd try to k*ll him,

and he knew I'd protect him
no matter what.

Hey, don't b*at yourself up,
Gregorio.

He played us all.

No, I'm not b*ating
up on myself,

I'm just trying to figure
out his next move.

Well, he doesn't have many.
I mean, you steal $ , ,

you might be able to slip
away, but $ million?

He'll be flagged
at every border,

airport, train station,
hotel around the world.

It's just a matter of time.

No, not Ethan.
If he doesn't want to be found,

he'll just disappear.

Without a care in the world.

Can't believe you left
without saying good-bye to me.

I hate good-byes, T.

Yet you came to the one
place you knew I'd find you.

I am a hopeless romantic.

But I figured, if you showed up,

we'd have a second chance.

Mm.

Just you, me, our happy place.

You should tell that
to the flight attendant

currently residing
in your suite.

You know
what's really bothering me?

The fact that you
were so confident

that you thought
I'd put my life on the line

to save yours at that bank.

That's love, T.

It's okay to admit it.

It's why I waited here for you.

We are meant for each other.

God, back in the day, I would've
done anything for you.

Followed you anywhere.

Well, that's 'cause I was yours
and you were mine.

Yeah, not anymore.

I didn't jump in front
of that car out of love,

I did it because it's my job.

Just like this is my job.

Ethan McKinley,
you're under arrest.

You are truly
the only person in this world

who can still surprise me.

Hey!
Hey.

How was your trip?

Well, it was...

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, hang on.

Sorry. Go ahead.

Island is still
as beautiful as I remember.

Company was lacking.

How about a drink?

Please.

Thank you.

Mm.

You might want
to just leave that.

Right there.

Thank you.

Aufiero brothers and McKinley
are behind bars.

We recovered money
that's gonna make a difference

in a lot of people's lives.

All because of you.

Yeah, well.

I spent a lot of years
chasing Ethan's ghost.

Changed who I am as a person.

Now that I caught him,
I just don't know

who I'm gonna be, you know?

Time to find out.

No more excuses.
I know you just

got off the plane, but...

We're going dancing.

Oh, yeah? I don't know if
you can keep up with me, though.

Oh-- that is some tough talk

coming from someone who's been
a shut-in for six months.

Yeah, well, maybe...

but I'm not the same girl
I used to be, so...

♪ I'm just k*lling time. ♪
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