What do we know, Mary?
Vehicle was spotted
fleeing an industrial
warehouse after robbing it.
It's been leading units
on a high-speed chase
throughout the city.
- Any injuries?
- No. But not for lack of trying.
to .
Roadblock is in place.
Suspect vehicle coming your way.
Almost here! Let's go!
Here they come.
Steady.
Steady.
Driver, turn off your ignition.
Place both hands,
palms out, on
the windshield.
You are completely
surrounded
Comply with
our instructions,
or we will take you by force.
All right, move in.
Move in.
The driver's moving!
We got movement
in the back!
Down, everyone, down!
What the hell was that, Mary?
Mary.
Mary. Oh...
Officer down!
Look, stay with me.
It's gonna be okay.
Stay with me.
I need an ambulance!
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Hey.
Even on a Sunday morning off,
can't help but find
some work to do.
Inventory soothes the soul,
Loretta.
That's what the poet says.
Though I say...
turnovers from Brocato's
are a close second.
What gives?
Now, don't be dubious.
I'm just checking on my friend
after the holidays.
Well, work's been slow,
but the bar's been poppin'.
I know you were busy
with the boys,
but you should've seen it
on New Year's Eve.
Laurel came. She says
to tell you hello.
Okay.
Ah, for a good investigator,
sometimes you're
so dense, Dwayne.
What I mean is...
What you mean is, after
all the drama last year,
with HQ probing my performance,
the Hamilton situation...
Yeah. And your team
doubting you.
...my team doubting me--
how am I holding up?
Yes.
HQ's off my case.
Team's working well.
My demons are at bay.
All is right with the world.
No more drama,
for the time being.
All right, let's eat.
If you insist.
Oh, my goodness.
Hey, Christopher. What's up?
How many injured?
Well, I need to know
as soon as you.
Estes.
You understand?
Go. Go. Yeah. Let's go.
What the hell?
You all right?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah.
No, no, no, this, uh...
this isn't my blood.
Uh, one of my officers,
Mary Crane,
she, uh, she got hurt,
along with a few others.
Uh, Officer Courtney
and Sergeant Tim, uh...
Tim-- God, what the hell's
his last name? I...
Carl, Carl, hey,
hey, hey, slow down.
Yeah, just, it was
a high-speed chase.
Son of a b*tches,
they-they robbed...
armed robbery
at an electronics warehouse,
got a few thousand dollars
in cash
and some computer components.
Suspects had a machine g*n?
M minigun.
Pride, it was like...
it was like Fallujah out here.
I-I, uh...
They fled the scene?
Any idea where they went?
No, no, no.
They, uh...
We got every officer in town
on a manhunt right now.
Okay, NCIS is ready to help.
Good.
Now, you said one
of the suspects was Navy?
Yeah, yeah.
Used to be. We pulled some
fingerprints from the warehouse.
Marcus Tyrell.
Navy logistics specialist.
Dishonorably discharged...
for stealing m*llitary equipment.
Yeah, we don't have an ID
on the other suspect yet, but
we've got surveillance photos.
How'd they end up
with a minigun?
Well, from us, actually.
I just ran a ballistics field
test on the spent cartridges.
Both g*n and amm*nit*on
are Navy issue, King.
All right, look,
we'll dig into Tyrell...
figure out who he's with
and where they've gone.
Yeah, good. I-I need
to get over to Mercy,
check on my officers
right now.
Oh, hey, I'm a universal donor,
so if they need blood,
you know, I'm not the best
with needles,
but once they get it in,
they can pump all day.
You know what I need?
I need you to find these guys.
Okay.
All right?
Guaranteed, Carl.
Guaranteed.
Petty Officer Marcus Tyrell
was caught selling pistols
from the armory on his ship
to undercover cops in Virginia.
Did two years in the brig,
got discharged.
The machine g*n they used today
was part of a cache
of decommissioned Navy weapons
that went missing
from the Blue Grass Army Depot
a few weeks ago.
Thousands of small arms and
amm*nit*on just disappeared.
No evidence left behind.
Whoever pulled off
the heist was good.
Can't be Tyrell-- his rap
sheet's a study in stupidity.
He's small-time.
Yeah, it could be
our second suspect was responsible.
There's got to be more.
You don't just waltz onto a base
and steal an arsenal
without leaving a trace.
Got an idea who
masterminded the heist.
Willard Kurtz.
Who is Willard Kurtz?
Gunrunner out of Houston.
Smuggled handguns
into Mexico.
Know the name
from my A*F days.
What connects him
to the Blue Grass robbery?
He's done it before.
National Guard
armory in Texas,
g*n manufacture
clearing house in Arizona.
Always high-end,
m*llitary-grade weapons
and always in bulk.
Which makes him very popular
on the international market
and number one
on the A*F's most wanted list.
Kurtz was spotted
in Kentucky
about three days
before the Blue Grass robbery
with two unknown men.
That's Tyrell and his partner.
Hey. Kurtz could be here
in New Orleans.
Which means we have a chance
to take him down.
If we can find him.
Oh, Patton and I can help with that.
So, we've been running photos
from the police chase,
trying to get facial recognition
on the second suspect.
We got a good image from
traffic cam, but no hits yet.
We did, however, find something
that might help us trace
that pickup truck.
Well, NOPD already
found the truck
abandoned a mile away
from the sh**t.
We don't need the truck if we
can tell you where it came from.
That decal on the
driver's side.
Some kind of bar code?
Yeah, it allows the truck
to access
a restricted area;
we were able to scan it.
Where does it lead to?
Port of New Orleans.
Got a PIN number
and everything.
Good work
Let's check it out.
All right.
According to port records,
the pickup truck is connected
to Whitehall Freight.
I've heard that name before.
Yeah, they're
a small shipping company
with one cargo vessel--
can't be a coincidence.
They're planning
to head south tonight.
- Trying to skip town.
- If that's the case,
Tyrell can't be
too far away.
Hey, we'll stop him.
Yeah, those suspects
have already sh*t
four cops-- they're not afraid
to engage law enforcement.
We need to keep it tight here.
Go with Sonja.
Okay.
- Chris.
- Right.
Got a visual on Tyrell.
Heading east
through the containers.
Copy that, King. On our way.
Marcus Tyrell!
Federal agents!
Come out with your hands up!
- He's armed!
- Drop the w*apon now!
He's down.
Who sh*t him?
It's all right.
Coming out.
Oh, my God.
Is that...
Kurtz.
Put the w*apon down,
or we will sh**t.
Okay. Okay, stay calm.
Slow.
I'm complying.
It's all
right, gentlemen.
I'm on your side.
Surprisingly calm
for someone about to be charged
with international
weapons smuggling and m*rder.
Makes you think twice,
doesn't it?
No.
We see shipping
containers
filled with stolen
Navy small arms.
One of those weapons
was missing,
and it was used to injure
four police officers.
We both know Marcus Tyrell
pulled the trigger
on those cops.
And you pulled the trigger on him.
Saving you and your
agents' lives.
You're welcome,
by the way.
Why'd you sh**t Tyrell?
Like I said,
I'm one of the good guys.
I'm working for
the government.
You're the most wanted
arms dealer
in the southern hemisphere.
Selling to drug cartels
and militias and...
Smoke and mirrors.
All part of
the mission.
What exactly is the "mission"?
I've already said too much.
That's not how this works.
You're gonna tell me
how you stole weapons
from the Blue Grass Depot,
why Tyrell was robbing
an electronics warehouse,
and you're gonna ID the man
who helped him sh**t those cops.
I would...
but...
I'm afraid it's all classified.
It's way above
your clearance level.
I've heard a lot of criminals
spin a lot of BS,
but nothing at this level.
It's not all BS.
Told you I recognize the
name Whitehall Freight.
Yeah, shipping company
that Kurtz was using
to smuggle weapons.
I used Whitehall, too,
when I was undercover.
A*F sting operation.
You saying
he's telling the truth?
No, I'm saying
it's similar
to the MO we used
on that case.
Look, I reached out
to an old friend at A*F,
runs undercover ops.
He's in New
Orleans now.
Could connect to Kurtz.
Okay, go.
See if Kurtz's story
holds water.
Uh, what are you gonna do?
I'm going back
into interrogation.
Alone?
I mean, are
you sure
that's a good idea?
Why wouldn't it be?
Well, you're upset
about the sh**ting.
Aren't we all?
Yes, but...
you know how you get
when a case becomes personal.
There's a lot of
tunnel vision,
rule breaking...
It's my job
to talk to Kurtz.
It's your job to trust me
to do it right.
Grab Gregorio.
Pride says he's got it under
control, take his word for it.
Nope, you didn't
see the attitude
coming off Kurtz
in interrogation.
Cop's life on the line, it'd set
any one of us on the edge.
You don't think Pride saw that?
I just... I want him to ask
for help from time to time.
We are helping. By talking
to this A*F contact.
Where is he, anyway?
Bonnie!
Hey, Clyde.
Hey. Ooh.
Hey.
This is Jake Roman.
Tammy Gregori... Yeah.
Yeah, Gregorio, right?
- Yeah. - Uh-huh.
- Yeah? Former FBI.
Complicated love life.
Sonja told me everything.
- Not everything.
- That's nice. - Don't listen to him.
Oh, come on, come on. We were
partners for three years.
We confide in each other.
Well, you didn't confide
that you were
working in New Orleans.
I couldn't tell anyone.
I'm not anyone.
Look, I know.
It's sensitive, all right?
Sensitive because
of Willard Kurtz?
An unrelated case.
You know him, though, right?
I know of him.
He's an arms dealer.
Uh-huh.
No. You arrested him
back in the day.
That was a long time ago.
He's saying he's working
for the government.
Using Whitehall Freight
to move g*ns--
That's an A*F front.
I wish I could tell you more.
You're hiding something.
Now, what would make
you say that?
First of all, you've been
sitting here a while
and you haven't
touched your food.
Secondly, you keep
looking at that woman
sitting by
the window,
and not
in a flirty way.
Jake.
I got to get back to work.
Come on.
We need to know what you know.
Like I said, nothing.
We'll catch up soon.
That was interesting.
Why, 'cause he lied to my face?
No, 'cause he couldn't
keep his hands off you.
Girl, we are just friends.
No, we are just friends.
That was something else.
Hey, stay on point...
What?
'cause the woman you noticed
is gone now, too. - Oh...
You're Pride. I'm Sutter.
- How can I help you?
- Well, you can lead me to Willard Kurtz.
I'm taking custody now.
You don't look like A*F.
I'm not.
I'm CIA.
And you haven't
gotten the call yet. Wow.
The, uh, wheels of bureaucracy
are ridiculously slow.
True enough.
But there's no way I'm
releasing Kurtz to you.
You misunderstand.
I'm not asking.
I absolutely understand.
I'm not budging.
Kurtz stole Navy weapons
and used 'em on cops.
Bottom line here is,
I don't know who
you are, Ms. Sutter.
And I don't have time
to find out.
There was no
Blue Grass Depot robbery.
It was staged.
A ploy designed
to help an operation
code-named Colossus.
You guys.
What's Colossus?
Originally an A*F sting
using Kurtz
to sell weapons to criminals.
Very successful,
if small in scope.
And how does CIA play into it?
I knew if we
gave Kurtz better access
to weapons,
more inventory...
we could catch bigger bad guys.
Foreign extremist types.
So you're letting a known felon
sell m*llitary small arms
to t*rrorists?
That is...
It's ambitious, I know.
I was gonna say dangerous.
It's got Dwayne Pride
written all over it.
Rewriting the rule book.
I've done my research on you.
Not sure what research
you did on me.
But you got it wrong.
I just sat with Kurtz
for the last few hours,
and I can tell you
he cannot be trusted.
I'm not working on trust.
I'm monitoring every sale
Kurtz has made.
g*ns are under my control.
Money's under my control.
How do you control Kurtz?
Let's just say I have leverage.
Well, your
leverage failed.
Kurtz's men
robbed a warehouse,
got into a
gunfight with NOPD.
One of the suspects
is still at large.
Kurtz hired those men
on his own.
They have no idea they were
part of a covert operation.
Doesn't make me feel better.
I know. Look,
I'll personally talk to Kurtz.
I'll get a name
to go with your second suspect
to help you with NOPD.
But I really do need
to take him now.
He's shipping out tonight.
Well, those g*ns are staying
exactly where they are
and so is Kurtz.
Mmm. I'm not arguing here.
The decision's
already been made,
way above
our pay grade.
You just don't know it yet.
That'll be
your bosses.
Go ahead and answer it.
They're about to
tell you that Kurtz
and those weapons
are mine.
Well, I've sorted through
all the . a*mo so far.
Got enough samples to
take back for analysis.
The b*ll*ts that hit those cops
came from these containers,
I'll find a match.
Yeah, there's enough g*ns here
to equip a small army.
There's one more container
over here.
I think
it's broken.
I'm gonna lend you a hand.
I totally knew that.
Yeah.
Scary to think about
the contraband
that goes through the port
on a daily basis.
g*ns, dr*gs,
people, bombs.
- We just found something scarier.
- Is that a...
Predator drone.
With Hellfire
missiles? What?
I'm gonna ask you to move away
from the containers now, please.
And you are?
Special Agent Roman.
A*F.
- Oh, it's all right, we're...
- NCIS. I know.
You're no longer authorized
to be on these premises.
According to who?
DoD, DOJ, CIA.
You get the point.
Call your boss.
He already knows.
I got to go.
You gave him a drone.
These weapons are
being bought by !sis.
They can get r*fles anywhere,
but a Predator drone...
- They're gonna use 'em against us.
- Don't worry.
The navigation system's
completely deactivated.
Yeah, just a giant Tonka toy.
You're making a mistake.
James Smith.
That's the name
of your second suspect.
He was Marcus Tyrell's friend.
Kurtz doesn't know where he
went or where he came from.
But you're free to arrest
him if you'd like.
Wait.
Was that the g*n smuggler
you texted me about?
Why's he leaving? Hey!
Hey...
Carl. Hold on. Listen.
I'll tell you everything.
I wish it was better news.
We're off the case.
No. No.
We cannot stand down now.
Those men are murderers.
What are you talking about?
Officer Crane...
She's dead.
Four police officers
were sh*t. One dead.
And our suspects
work for Willard Kurtz,
gunrunner who's part of
a covert CIA operation
called Colossus.
What else do we know
about our two suspects?
They were robbing
an electronics warehouse,
got away with some computer
components. Not sure why.
And Kurtz k*lled one of his
partners in front of us,
and we also
don't know why.
And according to the CIA,
the other suspect's name
is, uh, James Smith.
Yeah, and there's only
about ,
James Smiths
in the United States.
I haven't been able
to connect any of them
- to Kurtz or Tyrell yet.
- All right, we need
to talk to Kurtz,
get to the bottom of this.
They're about
to leave the country
with cargo containers full of
m*llitary small arms
and a Predator drone.
I'm gonna get Kurtz to spill.
No, hold on, Estes.
Think a moment.
I haven't got a moment,
all right?
He's leaving on that ship.
No, he's not.
Just spoke to Jake at A*F.
He's doing me a solid.
He got CIA to hold off
on the operation
until we find James Smith.
And you believe it?
Absolutely. We were partners.
Guys, look, if we stand down,
we will get
all the answers.
From the CIA?
Are you kidding?
They're the ones
that put the machine g*ns
in the K*llers' hands.
I'm sorry,
but we don't have
any new evidence
- to act on anyway.
- Well, a-actually, we do.
I mean, we got the amm*nit*on
samples we got
from the cargo containers.
You know, we match
any of them to the slugs
that we pulled from
the crime scene, and we got
a direct connection to Kurtz.
And Patton's
doing his digital
deep dive as we speak.
Plus, we got
Tyrell's body at autopsy.
Yeah, might be some
sort of trace there.
Okay.
Hold up, guys.
See, we're no longer
on this case.
HQ made it clear.
Sonja's right.
We've been told
in no uncertain terms
to leave Kurtz alone. However,
we can investigate his partners.
Wait, what?
- No.
- He's right, Sonja.
CIA said neither of these guys
work for the government.
Right.
We stay in our own lane.
Process the evidence
from the sh**ting.
Trace it back to James Smith.
Go.
Go.
NOPD still has
the suspect's truck.
I'll have it transferred
to your lab.
You guys can search it
for microscopic whatevers.
Uh, got extra manpower too.
Every cop in the city'sat our disposal.
Thank you, Carl.
- Yeah.
- I talk to you?
You see what's happening here?
You're setting
us up, again,
to go off book.
We're following protocol.
Investigating the m*rder
of a cop.
It's a fine line to walk...
It's an impossible line to walk.
Look, you're
following protocol now,
but the moment that
changes-- and it will--
it won't just be
your career in trouble.
You're worried about your friend.
Someone should be.
You know, he put his neck
out there for us.
And I appreciate it.
But CIA doesn't care about
getting justice for those cops,
so we're gonna.
No matter the cost?
I get it, Sonja.
I wouldn't ask anyone
to be involved
if it doesn't feel right.
You should go home.
We'll let you know
if we find anything.
Okay.
Hey.
Thank you so much
for coming over.
I know you got your hands
full with the operation.
Nah, it's cool.
Everything's on hold anyway
until Sutter
gets Kurtz to give up
more info on James Smith.
So I got some downtime.
Yeah, well,
just so you know,
NCIS and NOPD
are moving forward
with their investigation.
I tried to tell 'em it
would jam you up, but...
Look, they lost one of their own
today. I get it.
It'd be a relief if Sutter just
had me removed from the case.
Oh, no, no,
no, no, no.
This could be
a career-maker, Jake.
You wrap up an !sis network?
Yeah.
That's what I've been told
for the last two years.
But all I see us doing is
selling weapons to the bad guys
while I play caretaker
to that scumbag Kurtz.
I guess we're both
at the mercy of the bosses, huh?
Mmm, no.
Pride's not like that.
No, he's an incredible teacher.
We just can't
follow him blindly anymore.
You've been with NCIS
for, what, three years?
That's about your shelf life,
Bonnie. You start to get antsy.
No, I don't.
Ah, come on,
we were kicking ass together
for exactly three years.
We made a hell of a team.
And then, all of a sudden,
you take a deep cover
assignment which lasted...
- Three years.
- Right. And then you joined NCIS.
If I wanted to be profiled,
I'd get my roommate do it.
She's a professional.
Yeah, okay. So...
what do you want?
♪ Drown me in your river ♪
♪ Sacrifice me on the mountain ♪
♪ 'Cause all I need
is your lovin' ♪
♪ And I'm all right, all right ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Drown me in your river ♪
♪ Sacrifice me on the mountain ♪
♪ 'Cause all I need
is your lovin'. ♪
We're going rogue again,
is that it?
We are not.
You want to examine
the results of an autopsy
for a case you've
been told not to pursue.
We're only focused on finding
our other m*rder suspect.
Tyrell's autopsy
could help us.
And it keeps us out
of the CIA's hair.
They've already taken custody
of his body.
I could let you peek
at my files. On the DL.
Uh, we're gonna need
the room here,
if you don't mind clearing out.
Nope, nope. No
need to clear out.
You're okay.
No need to go on the DL.
We're following
procedure,
helping NOPD track
a cop k*ller.
And what if the clues you find
lead you right to Willard Kurtz,
the man you've been told
to leave alone?
I'll call HQ,
lay out the evidence,
let them decide how to proceed.
Very enlightened of you.
I'm still clearing the room.
Uh...
- thank you!
- Yes, ma'am.
This is just to be safe.
I'm guessin' this means
you found something.
A foreign substance
on Tyrell's hands,
boots, and clothing.
It's concentrated sucrose.
A lot of it.
You thinking he was
in a sugar cane field?
Could be a hideout.
There's a lot of sugar cane
in South Louisiana.
I'll call Sebastian.
See if he can't
narrow it down.
Thanks, Loretta.
Hey. I know
Dwayne means it when he says
he's gonna stay on course.
But you really believe he can?
Well, I got his back
no matter what he does.
But don't think
I can say the same
for everyone
on the team this time.
Don't give me that judgy look,
girl.
I've known him longer
than I've known you,
dog.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What are you doing?
Oh, nothing.
Just throwing out that swill
you brought.
So, how's about...
I get us
an actual bottle of wine.
See, this here is a Cabernet.
Yes. I'm gonna need you
to make yourself useful.
Yeah.
Open it up.
It needs to breathe.
Okay.
Over there.
Look how fancy
you got, Bonnie.
Drinkin' cork top wine.
Oh, and I don't drink
can beer anymore either.
All right,
all right.
Okay, okay. Puttin' on airs
like royalty, huh?
Yeah.
Oh, man.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Look, uh, you're gonna
have to save that
for next time, all right?
I got to roll.
Okay.
All right. Okay.
What have we learned
about James Smith?
Not a freakin' thing.
His name doesn't show up
in either Marcus Tyrell
or Willard Kurtz's past.
Yeah. Not in the m*llitary or
criminal databases either.
Could be an alias.
What about
the sugar cane evidence?
Could lead
to where Smith is hiding.
Right. Well,
all I can tell you about that
is that the sugar cane we found
on Tyrell's body was rotten.
Means it came from an older,
out-of-operation field.
I also found similar traces
on his pickup truck.
Guess we can get NOPD to search
old sugar plantations.
Hold the phone.
Triple P is here to
fill the empty spaces
in your heart and on your case.
What do you got, P?
$ , wire transfer
to a Marcus Tyrell.
Came from an offshore account
that traced back
- to Willard Kurtz.
- Millions of dollars
in that account.
Guess crime does pay.
Money came from a CIA fund.
How would you know that,
unless...
Oh, man.
Did you hack the CIA?
Patton?
Don't ask if you don't want the answer.
All this cash came from
the sale of Kurtz's weapons.
Sutter said she was keeping
track of the money.
Yeah, well, she's
doing a lousy job.
Kurtz siphoned off millions
for his offshore account.
He's robbing
from the CIA? Why?
He's a criminal.
No matter how much control
Sutter thinks she has over him.
I need to alert her now.
You'll find her
at the port.
And you better hurry.
That cargo ship leaves tonight.
Thought it was on hold.
Me, too.
But Jake got a text, and all
it said was "Colossus is a go."
He told you this?
No, I-I took a peek
at his phone.
Pride, Sutter lied to us.
All right. Chris, with me.
Ugh...
Hey.
What the hell are you doing?
Exactly what you told me.
The cargo ship's en route.
I'll catch up,
finish the deal,
get you some t*rrorists.
I mean those two idiots
you used to rob the warehouse.
Now that it's just the two
of us, tell me the truth.
What were they up to?
Hire crooks to run g*ns,
don't be surprised
if they commit crime.
I have put too much time
into this operation
to see it fall apart because
of you and a bunch of morons.
Then let me do my job.
I'm coming with you.
We'll both get sh*t in the head
if they see you at the meet.
Oh, well,
you don't have a choice.
I make one call
and everything
you care about
gets sucked into a dark hole.
Don't forget,
I own you.
I never forget anything.
Kurtz and the cargo ship
are gone, King.
Chris.
Sutter.
Guess Kurtz played her, too.
All right, listen up.
The leash is off.
According to Director Vance,
since Willard Kurtz
k*lled his CIA handler,
he is ours to pursue.
Now, what do we know?
He stole millions from
a government account,
a cargo ship of Navy weapons
and a Predator drone.
At least the drone
doesn't work.
It's missing
its navigational system.
Not for long.
NOPD sent an inventory
of the components stolen
from the electronics warehouse--
SSDS systems,
motherboards, CPUs...
Everything an engineer need
to get that drone online.
So aside from
being a cold-blooded k*ller,
Kurtz is an engineer, too?
Not Kurtz.
His missing partner.
But thanks to this inventory,
we finally ID'd James Smith.
Yeah. Hugo James Smith,
actually.
Worked as an electrical engineer
at Axis Aeronautics, where
he programmed drones.
Popped positive
for coke last year.
Got fired.
Financially ruined.
Until he received a $ ,
wire transfer from Kurtz
ten days ago.
If Kurtz sells an operational
drone to t*rrorists,
there's a damn good chance it's
gonna be used against the U.S.
We can't let that happen.
King, Coast Guard just got
coordinates on the ship.
Mustering up a
boarding team now.
Okay, take Sebastian. Hitch
a ride with the Coast Guard.
Secure those weapons.
And get me that drone.
You got it.
Sonja, can you contact
your friend Jake
at A*F?
I tried. He's gone dark.
Well, maybe he told you
something last night
that could help us now.
Sutter said she had some type
of leverage with Kurtz.
Something that kept
him under control.
Considering she's in autopsy
right now, I'd say
Sutter is mistaken.
Okay.
We're all on the same team.
Patton, can you trace
the GPS on Jake's phone?
- You know it.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let's think here.
There's nothing to think about.
Jake's boss
was m*rder*d.
His undercover went AWOL.
He could be in danger,
and he's the only one who
can fill in the blanks.
We need to find him. Go.
Come on.
This is the place Patton traced.
Park Boulevard.
Hey, look, when we get to
the door, let me do the talking.
He might be pissed.
His operation went pear-shaped.
It's not like you're spying
on him.
I spent the night with him and
snuck a peek at his phone.
That's the definition of spying.
Stop. All right,
I'll grant you the blurred
lines, but he'll understand.
There's a lot
at stake here.
Oh! Oh!
Hey!
Hey!
We're the friendlies.
So much for
understanding.
What are you doing here?
Look, your...
operation was
compromised.
And we'll explain
when you lower your w*apon.
What's this place?
CIA safe house.
How'd you find it?
Tracked the GPS
on your phone.
Sorry?
Last night,
I saw the text you got saying
Colossus was a go.
All right, relax.
She knows it sucks.
She feels bad.
Let's just skip the scolding.
So, look, Sutter's dead.
Kurtz k*lled her
and took the weapons with him.
Holy crap.
Sutter said there was some kind
of leverage over Kurtz.
You know what that is?
It's not a "that."
It's a "she."
Name's Claire.
Kurtz's wife.
I've made
some bad choices in my life.
Willard was one of 'em.
I thought he'd take care of me,
but he just wanted to use me.
Use you for what?
I'm an accountant.
I handled the money
for his deals.
When we busted Kurtz
on gunrunning,
Claire was keeping the books.
Got charged with ten felonies.
Before I stood trial,
that woman, Sutter, came to me.
Said that I was
in her custody now
and that I'd go
free if Willard
did everything she told him.
That was... two years ago.
CIA detained you for two years?
Moved me from safe house
to safe house under guard.
No family, no friends.
Just those two agents.
And you knew about this?
I didn't have a say.
It's not my operation.
Did you see your husband
in that time?
Between missions.
We were given a few days
here and there.
Any clue he was
trying to escape?
No, because he knew
that would mean
I'd go to prison for life.
Looks like he's gotten past
that concern.
Which means you can be
sure he's long gone by now.
All right, Claire.
Anything you can tell us
to help track him down.
Why would I help the same people
who've kept me prisoner all these years?
Whoa.
We're not CIA or A*F.
We have no intention
of locking you up.
You help us find Kurtz,
we'll set you free.
I...
don't know.
He's my husband.
A bad one.
Trust me, I know what
I'm talking about.
He left you with that bag.
You don't owe him nothing.
Do something for yourself here.
Give me good news, guys.
Well, Coast Guard intercepted
a ship miles off the Gulf.
We boarded half an hour ago.
Yeah, no sign of Kurtz
or Hugo James Smith.
We searched every inch
of this place.
They never boarded, King.
Yeah, but, Pride,
there's something else.
All the weapons are here
except for the
Predator. It's gone.
Get back here ASAP.
Kurtz never left New Orleans.
Well, how can you be so sure?
He's got unfinished business.
I think he k*lled Sutter
to save his wife.
There's a good chance
Kurtz is still in the area
and on his way here.
We need to go now.
I'll get Claire in the SUV.
You guys get to your car.
Take point.
Ah!
Get in!
Get in!
Jake, all right? You okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The b*ll*ts hit my vest.
I think my shoulder's busted,
but these men need an ambulance.
I called it in.
The ambulance is on the way.
Pride, we got ambushed.
What happened, Gregorio?
Kurtz hit us hard.
He used that damn drone.
Fired rockets at us.
He drove up, took his wife.
They're gone.
Looking for a gray,
late-model Jeep.
I'm having NOPD put a BOLO out.
They can't get far.
Cancel the BOLO.
What?
If Kurtz was willing
to use that Predator once,
he'll use it again.
We can't have him f*ring off
any more rockets in the city.
We can't just let him get away.
No, of course not.
We just got to be smart
about tracking him down.
Okay. How are we gonna do that?
We're gonna follow the drone.
"Follow the drone,"
the man says.
Like it's that simple.
Like it got a "find my
Predator" app built into it.
Well, I mean, it kind of does.
We just have to latch into
its navigation system,
and since we got
all the serial numbers
from the stolen computer
components...
I know, Sebastian.
I'm working on it.
How can we be sure
the signal leads us to Kurtz?
I mean, can't
these things be flown
from thousands of miles away?
Well, m*llitary computers
can navigate
from that kind of distance,
but this drone was jury-rigged.
Giving us a chance to find
the location of the pilot.
And hopefully where Kurtz
is heading right now.
You know, judging from
the radio signal
and the range,
I can tell you that that
drone is still in the air.
I might be able to estimate
the flight pattern
to a ten-mile radius.
You're gonna have to be a
little bit more precise
than just ten miles,
aren't you, Patton?
You think you can find any sugar
cane fields in that radius?
Like the trace we found
on Tyrell's body.
Yeah, that could be
Kurtz's hideout.
Not a field,
but the old Galmont
processing plant is there.
Could be ground zero.
I'll call Pride.
Got eyes on Kurtz.
Any sign of Claire at all?
No, but Kurtz has a plane.
They're planning their escape.
All right, Gregorio, Sonja,
with me.
Take Kurtz, find his wife.
Sebastian, how you coming
with that drone?
Patton says the control unit's
somewhere else on the property,
so I'll stay on comms with him
while we search.
Take Lasalle with you,
all right?
We got to ground that Predator
before Kurtz uses it again.
Don't move, Kurtz.
Hands up high.
Turn around slow.
Walk to me.
Easy.
Guess you caught me.
Yeah, we did. Now wipe
that grin off your face
and tell us where your wife is.
Inside that building.
His wife's in the sugar mill.
Turn around.
Easy. Get on your knees.
Slow.
Drop it.
Uh, Pride?
Think I found Claire.
What are you doing, Claire?
Getting the hell out of here.
Drop the g*ns, and we'll leave.
What makes you think
you can get away?
You're outnumbered.
Yeah, but you're outgunned.
Uh, guys, the drone is back
on the radar,
and it's moving fast.
Yeah, we know, Patton.
Hey, any luck
finding the control center?
I think we got something.
Some sort of
maintenance building.
That's a lot of antennae
on there
for a glorified toolshed.
Yeah, well, you better hurry
'cause the drone
is two miles out.
NCIS!
Hands off the controls.
Hands behind your back.
Patton, we got him.
Yeah, but the only problem
is the drone is still on target.
It's headed straight
for Pride and the others.
Oh. Crap.
Okay, uh...
it looks like it's
on some kind of autopilot.
Hey, Patton,
just a quick question here.
Um, how do I fly
this thing?
Why are you doing this, Claire?
You're sacrificing everything
for a man who's only
been using you.
Willard's never made a move
without my say-so.
What's the endgame here?
That drone's gonna
blow us all to bits.
I spent two years
as a prisoner,
taking crap
from people like you.
I'd rather die than go back.
Sebastian, do something.
I'm in.
Get her out of here. Go.
Get her out. Go.
Did it work?
Pride, you there?
We're here.
Both suspects are under control.
Good work, Sebastian.
That was terrifying.
That was...
that was real scary.
I peed.
Just a little. It's all right.
Let me help you out there.
Oh, hey.
Got to be honest, Pride.
I've had my problems
with you in the past,
but you damn sure know how
to throw a cop's wake.
To Mary.
Crane was good police.
The best, yeah.
And, uh...
hey, thanks for, uh,
catching her K*llers.
We look out
for each other, right?
Yes, we do.
Hey, fellas, to Mary.
Now look at that.
You saved the day
and got the bad guys,
all without breaking protocol.
Threaded a needle for sure.
But there was a price.
Officer Crane.
Sutter.
Washington will want
someone to pay for it.
All of it.
Sonja's friend.
Yeah.
It's too bad.
They're saying
you're responsible?
Sutter's dead.
I'm her number two.
And we let Kurtz play us.
So, what are you gonna do?
I'm resigning.
- I already turned in my paperwork.
- No.
Probably gonna need a lawyer.
You were only doing your job.
No, I'm...
I'm-a get out of here.
No, no, no. Look, let's...
let's both leave.
We can go back
to my place.
Any other day
I'd take you up on that
in a heartbeat, but...
I kind of need to be by myself.
And...
...not for nothing,
but, uh, keep your eyes open.
I don't know your boss at all,
but I know his reputation.
More Sazeracs, Johnny.
Look, I told you,
Pride is a good person.
Maybe so. Like I said,
three years.
Might be time to move on.
See you, Bonnie.
Later, Clyde.