♪ ♪
(cannons booming)
♪ ♪
(both shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
This is degrading, right?
I feel like this is degrading
and itchy.
No one forced you
to wear it.
I can't believe women had
to wear this years ago.
I hate men.
No, you hate
th-century men.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be trying
to find a costume party.
Which apparently we can't find.
Where you'd get
that map, anyways?
Serena in accounting.
She said it was super exclusive,
but worth it.
MAN:
Argh! You scalawag!
(cannons continue in distance)
There should be a door
here somewhere.
I don't like this, Darla.
Let's just go.
Look, it's right there.
Let's just go.
Wait.
Darla...
(door rattles)
Darla.
One more try.
(screaming)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
What's the joke? New Orleans
has days and festivals?
What don't you guys
celebrate here?
Yeah, well, Pirate Fest
isn't one of my favorites.
How come?
I don't know.
Smuggling,
debauchery, m*rder.
What's next, sl*ve Days?
I told you.
You're grumpy.
I am not grumpy.
Oh, yes, you are.
Have been for a while.
You and me,
we used to go out all the time
when we first became roommates.
We were clubbin', partying.
Now it's like
pulling teeth with you.
Well, maybe
I don't like you anymore.
You ever consider that?
Nope. Not possible.
I'm the best friend anybody
can have, and you know it. - (laughs)
No, but seriously,
what's going on?
Girl, I don't know.
But when I figure it out,
I'll let you know.
Okay.
And the name of the victim is
Lieutenant Commander
Elaine Dodd.
Oceanographer
out of Stennis Space Center.
Well, according to her I.D.
Found the wallet in the
purse in the warehouse.
Her purse-- so not a robbery.
Well, that's your area
of expertise,
but no, I don't think it was.
Whatever the reason,
was a brutal death.
Beaten severely,
stabbed several times.
Could be some sort
of message k*lling.
However, the initial wounds
were not mortal.
You're thinking maybe
she was tortured first?
It's possible.
What they did
to the poor woman's arm.
That was done postmortem.
I suspect they
hung her upside down
to make sure they peel
the epidermis in one piece.
And if they did,
then they knew
what they were doing.
Yeah, and it means they
had a specific reason
to do it, but why?
Don't have the answers yet;
maybe when I
get her back to autopsy.
Can't be a coincidence
that this happened right near
the pirate festival, can it?
Well, it certainly happened
during that time.
I estimate her T.O.D.
at right around midnight.
What was the commander doing
here, and why would someone
want to take off
half her arm?
According to her C.O.,
Lieutenant Commander Dodd
took leave to go
visit her father
in Florida two days ago.
But her credit card records
show different.
She never left Louisiana.
All right, Percy, see if you
can track down Elaine's father.
But if you get ahold of him,
don't tell him what happened.
- CACO should break the news.
- Understood.
Nothing much
to what she was working on
at the Stennis Space Center--
mapping the last years
of Gulf shore movements,
trying to predict and plan
for the future.
Pretty mundane sounding.
She have any skeletons
in her closet?
You know, skeletons, closet...
I was just going
with the pirate theme.
Pirate Fest... which
celebrates the legend
of gulf pirates and privateers
burying their stolen goods
all over New Orleans.
Well, look at you.
You know about pirates?
Continue.
Nothing in Elaine's closet,
personally or professionally,
as far as I can see.
I mean, perfect evaluations,
perfect credit...
About as clean as it gets.
She must have been
into something
to get m*rder*d
like that.
It's up to us to
figure out what it was.
There is one anomaly,
but it's not much.
All right?
She focused her mapping
all on Grand Isle.
Even spent a lot of her free
time there, too, researching...
Jean Lafitte.
As a matter of fact, yeah.
Grand Isle was the base
of his pirate operations
before the w*r of ,
along with Grand Terre.
All right, maybe I liked pirates
when I was a kid.
Tease me, you're fired.
Didn't say a word.
I, um, just got off with NOPD.
NOPD? I thought you were looking
for Elaine's father.
I was, but he popped up
on the DOD database.
Apparently,
he's an ex-Green Beret, and...
he reported
his daughter missing,
both to the Navy and in person
at the local NOPD office.
Still want me
to call CACO?
No. If he traveled
all the way from Florida,
he knows something's wrong.
A father deserves
to know the truth.
It'd be better
if it came from us.
So, all right, you two
keep digging into Elaine.
She was k*lled and mutilated
for a reason.
I want to know why.
MAN:
She called,
left me a voice mail
about visiting me.
But then when
she never showed...
I'm telling you, Mr. Dodd,
you don't have to do this.
We already have
a positive I.D.
No, I need to see her.
It's the right thing to do.
(clears throat)
This is Dr. Wade--
she's a friend.
Mr. Dodd.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
You, uh...
have any idea who did this?
(door opens)
Dr. Wade?
Oh. Excuse me.
So I was hoping that
you would help us...
Mr. Dodd.
Your daughter
Elaine called you--
any idea... what
it was about
or why she wanted
to go to Florida?
I don't know.
She just sounded very excited
to tell me something.
Surprised me.
Surprised you how?
Elaine and I weren't very close.
We didn't talk much.
Do you have any kids,
Agent Pride?
Daughter. In college.
Well, I hope you're closer
to her than I was to Elaine.
Still, you... said she
was excited about something.
- Any idea what?
- All I can think of
is that it must have had
something to do with, uh...
a treasure hunt.
A... a treasure hunt?
Even though we didn't talk,
Elaine and I would, uh,
exchange ideas and clues
in e-mails online
every once in a while.
Pretty much the only thing
we had in common.
Dwayne.
I think you
should see this.
Excuse me.
What have you got?
SEBASTIAN: Actually,
I'm not sure.
But it might help
us understand
why the k*ller
skinned Elaine's...
arm.
It's okay. Go ahead.
Uh, looks like Elaine
might have had
some kind of tattoo.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, but
not your typical tattoo,
like a rose or "Mom" or
Batman, which is actually
very typical in geek circles...
Just tell them what you found, please.
So, the mechanized needles
that are used in tattooing,
they actually inject ink into
the second layer of skin, too.
So theoretically,
we should be able to recreate
the tattoo itself.
And did you?
Yes and no.
(computer beeping)
I have no idea what that is.
Oh. It's a curious choice
for a tattoo,
but if we could just figure out
what it meant...
They're coordinates.
That's why Elaine called.
She must have finally
figured out how to find it.
Find what?
If I'm correct,
the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis.
Gifted to New Orleans
as part
of the Louisiana Purchase.
But believed stolen
by Jean Lafitte.
Jean Laf...? You mean
like the pirate Jean Lafitte?
The Napoleon Fleur
is what the city flag is
rumored to be based on.
But I never thought
it really existed.
I was beginning to think
it didn't exist, either.
That's why I gave up
looking for it.
But apparently,
Elaine never did.
Well, maybe her job at Stennis,
mapping shore movements
around Grand Isle,
helped her
find a clue...
Wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Time out,
time out.
Are you saying
that your daughter
tattooed a treasure
map on her arm?
They're more like coordinates
that could lead to the map.
Which could lead
to the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis?
Theoretically.
But there's also probably
many more steps.
Lafitte would have made it
almost impossible to find,
because it was so valuable.
Unless...
you followed all the clues.
Sebastian.
Yeah?
Think you can figure out
where the compass is pointing?
Yeah, now that I know
what it is, yeah.
PRIDE:
Eyes open, k*ller or K*llers
must have skinned Elaine's arm
for the coordinates, too.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, it's not easy
deciphering them, though.
I mean, frankly, I don't even
know if this is right.
It's a good possibility, though.
The church predates Lafitte.
Attic's never
been renovated.
Makes sense he'd bury a clue there.
It also makes sense
why they tore up Elaine's arm--
so no one else could find it.
Well, whatever
the next clue is,
it's got to be
around here somewhere.
At least, according to
these coordinates.
Still, it's kind of cool,
though, right?
I've never been on
a treasure hunt before.
Not a treasure hunt, Sebastian.
It's a m*rder investigation.
Right, yeah. Game face.
(g*nshots)
(door closes)
Sebastian?
(panting):
They got away.
You okay?
Yeah, you got to
take a look at this. Come here.
It looks like there's
a secret compartment
underneath the statue.
We must have
scared them away
before they had a chance to
move it. Here, come here.
Easy. Easy.
(grunts softly)
(creaking)
Something's in there.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
(Pride coughs)
What is that?
A puzzle book.
I think.
Definitely something
that pirates used to use
to hide things.
- Look, there's a Fleur-de-Lis...
- Yeah.
...carved on it--
and I think, what is--
looks like
some kind of signature.
PRIDE:
Jean Lafitte.
(chuckles)
It looks like we b*at
whoever k*lled Elaine
to the first clue.
Which means...
we are on a real-life
treasure hunt.
GREGORIO: Just got back
from Elaine's apartment.
Not much there other than
a lot of books on Lafitte,
old letters, Gulf maps.
Looks like she was
obviously obsessed
with finding something
all right.
The Napoleon
Fleur-de-Lis.
If her father's right.
Obviously worried she
was being followed, too.
Otherwise, why tattoo
the clue on her arm?
Well, it didn't stop the K*llers
from still getting it, though.
Yeah, well, at least we got
the next clue before they did.
What is this thing?
This is a handmade
puzzle book.
It's pretty intricate, too.
We just need to
decode the ciphers,
then we can open it up,
get the next clue.
- Mm-hmm.
- Something tells me it'd be much easier
to use a Kn*fe.
Hey, stop!
Hey, ow.
Easy.
All right?
I don't know everything
about pirates,
but I know about these things.
And if they're not opened
exactly how they're
supposed to be opened,
they could self-destruct.
There could be, like, an acid
capsule inside there or something.
Are you kidding?
Is he kidding?
No, he's not kidding.
Pirates created
elaborate clue trails
that only those who knew
them best could follow.
It Lafitte really did
bury the Napoleon Fleur,
his clue trail could be
more elaborate than most.
So, we have to
follow the clues
in order to find the Fleur-de-Lis?
BOTH: Yeah.
And, hopefully, Elaine's K*llers...
Okay.
...since they're
after it, too.
All right, keep
working on that thing.
Got to figure out
how to open it.
This is ridiculous.
Ghost stories, treasure hunts.
So what's next,
the frickin' tooth fairy?
(sighs)
What do you got?
Surveillance spotted
those two jokers who sh*t at you
running out of the common.
SONJA: We used Patton's
facial recognition
software to identify
one of them.
Nathan Hendricks.
He's been in and out of prison
since he was in juvie.
Any connection to the victim?
Not that we can find.
More of a mercenary,
apparently, hired g*n.
You need some dirty work done?
Call him.
TOM: I bet I know
who called him, too.
As well as who knows him.
Mr. Dodd.
Special Agents Percy
and Lasalle.
What are you doing here?
Trying to find
the Napoleon Fleur.
Just like you.
For my daughter.
All right.
We're listening.
I wasn't the only one
looking for the Fleur back when.
There were others.
Like I said, it's worth a lot.
Millions.
So, you know Nate Hendricks?
No.
But I know who
he used to work for.
A man who specializes
in deep-sea diving,
sunken galleons.
He might know something.
What's his name?
He won't meet with you.
You're cops.
But he might meet with me.
Oh, no way,
that's way too risky.
I may be an ex-Green Beret,
but I still know
how to handle myself.
Besides, you don't get the meet
without me.
GREGORIO:
Pride,
we might have a lead
on who helped Elaine
get the coordinates
to the puzzle book.
Yeah, an expert
on Jean Lafitte
who works at the
Historical Society.
Michelle Faucheux.
According to Elaine's
phone record,
she called her several times
in the last few days.
That name ring any bell?
No.
PRIDE: All right,
go talk with her,
but watch your backs.
Reasonable to assume
that the K*llers know
that we're after the same thing
they are now.
Copy that.
All right, Mr. Dodd.
Make your call.
SEBASTIAN: Maybe she's not
getting enough sleep?
Could be something to do
with Sonja's mom, you know?
I mean, it's been what, a year
since Sonja's step-dad d*ed.
I doubt it.
They talk all the time.
Very lovey-dovey.
No, there's something else
bugging her.
I-I just...
I don't know what.
- You know?
- If only we had someone who was, like,
a profiler...
Shut up.
Wait.
(clattering nearby)
(gasps)
(whimpers)
Please, don't hurt me.
Federal agents.
Who are you?
Michelle.
M-My name's Michelle.
Michelle?
Faucheux?
Uh-huh.
Okay, okay, it's all right.
You're safe now.
Come here.
Thanks.
Yeah, come on.
Let's go over here.
I don't understand.
How did you get here so fast?
Well, actually, we were
coming to see you about a case.
GREGORIO: Right.
Now, just, just breathe.
Deep breath.
Tell us what happened.
I don't know, I was...
I was just doing some research,
and-and these, these two guys
just burst in here
yelling, screaming.
And then they-they grabbed me
and shoved me in the closet
and told me to
stay there or...
or they'd k*ll me.
Did you get a good look at them?
Maybe, I...
It all happened so fast, I...
I heard them throwing things
and breaking things...
Hey, listen, okay?
We're gonna take care
of this now, okay?
Do you, um...
do you know somebody
named Elaine Dodd?
Elaine, sure.
We talk all the time. Why?
What did you talk about?
Well, lately, mostly about
Jean Lafitte, the pirate.
I'm sort of an expert on him
and his brother, Pierre.
th-century smuggling
and pirating and...
When was the last time
you spoke to her?
Oh, a couple of days ago,
I think.
She was super excited.
She's been looking
for Lafitte's puzzle book.
Trying to find
the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis?
Yeah. How did you know
about that?
Did something happen to Elaine?
TOM: Treasure hunting has become
way too dangerous.
The t*rrorists looting
and destroying antiquities.
Selling stolen artifacts
on the black market
to fund their operations.
It's all changed.
It used to be more
about the hunt.
Although, if you got lucky,
you sure as hell could
strike it rich.
Is that what
your daughter
was hoping for?
Elaine?
No.
She didn't care
about any of that.
She just loved
the thrill of it all.
The adventure.
Hmm. Good for her.
Maybe she also liked doing it
because you did?
Maybe.
Tommy!
Whoa.
Wait, what the hell's
going on here?
Federal agents.
Come on in.
Preferably willingly.
Just looking for a little
information, Mr. Sturgess.
Tom here thought you
might be able to help.
Help? Tom, what the hell's
going on here?
They k*lled
Elaine, Quint.
She was searching for
the Napoleon Fleur,
and they k*lled her.
Holy crap.
You know them?
Yeah, it's Nate Hendricks
and Billy Walton.
Chief suspects
in Elaine's m*rder.
Any idea who hired 'em?
You, maybe?
STURGESS: No way.
I haven't seen either
one of 'em in months.
A year, maybe.
LASALLE: All right, then,
who hired them?
Tom, are you sure
they're after the Fleur?
Positive.
Why?
Why?
The Fleur's one of the last
great undiscovered treasures.
Means whoever it is
will do anything to get it.
Especially if they think
they're close.
Look,
I'll give you what I know
on Hendricks and Walton,
but I don't want anything else
to do with this.
They won't let nothing
stand in their way.
Not even cops.
Obviously, we're not gonna
take our eyes off you.
You know, we got to
protect you, keep you safe.
One of us, probably me, might
even have to save your life.
Until then, uh, you're
gonna be safe here
until we can find you
a-a place to stay.
Here you go.
I mean,
she can just
stay with me.
Why would she stay
at your place?
Oh, I don't know,
maybe because
there's two NCIS agents
that live there.
That doesn't make any sense.
It makes perfect sense.
No, why would she stay...
MICHELLE: Oh, my God.
Lafitte's puzzle book.
How did you find it?
SEBASTIAN:
Actually, uh,
Elaine sort of did.
It was her last clue
that led us to it.
Led us to the K*llers, too,
just b*at them to the punch.
They can't find the
Napoleon Fleur without this,
which means that they're
still gonna come after it.
No, don't worry,
we're not gonna let
anything happen to you.
So, look, the-the sooner
that we open this book,
the sooner that we can catch
whoever else is after it.
Do you think you can help us?
I'll try.
You have to put the letters
in the exact right order,
but the problem is
it's more than likely...
BOTH:
Le Chiffre Indechiffrable.
Exactly.
Yeah.
Exactly what? What'd I miss?
Le Chiffre Indechiffrable.
I-It's French, right?
Yeah, for unbreakable code,
which was invented by the
th-century cryptographer...
Blaise Vigenère, who was the
father of modern cryptography.
But you need to-to know
that one key word.
Right? To break it?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
And fast, too,
especially considering
all the combinations that
modern day computers can do.
What have you tried so far?
Usual suspects, you know, uh,
Lafitte, both spellings,
Orleans,
Grand Isle.
Wait, but, uh, Lafitte would've
left clues for his brother
to find the Fleur and he
knew him better than anybody.
Lafitte broke Pierre
out of the Cabildo
when he was imprisoned there.
Right. Okay, so Cabildo...
Mm-hmm.
...could be one of the key words
to cr*ck open the book.
Fleur-de-Lis.
Duh. Right. Okay. All right.
Right, right, right.
(book unlocks)
Oh.
Yeah, yeah.
All right.
(gasps)
Uh, oh.
Yeah.
Look at this.
It's opening right up.
GREGORIO:
Opening to what?
A new page?
No, it looks like
a-a different code.
(phone ringing)
Okay, all right,
so what is this...
Pride, hey. I have good news
and bad news.
PRIDE:
Well, I got only bad news.
Tom's contacts got us
enough information
on the suspects to get
one of their cell phones.
What's the bad news?
Traced the GPS,
he or they are sitting
right down the street
from you right now.
Wait, what?
We have Michelle here.
She just helped us
open the puzzle book.
What do you want me to do?
Protect her. We're on our way!
(both speaking softly)
Sebastian.
What's wrong?
I think we're
about to be att*cked.
(playing jazz music)
LASALLE: They're still
sitting there, King.
Just waiting.
Yeah, but waiting for what?
They've been out there
ever since we got back.
Yeah, just let us
walk in, too.
Thought they wanted
Jean Lafitte's book?
Well, they do.
I think they want to see
where it leads more.
The Napoleon Fleur.
PRIDE: Right. Maybe
they're hoping
that we'll lead them to it.
Hoping we'll solved
the puzzle for them.
Well, I think we should
go out there and bust them.
That won't necessarily help us
figure out who hired them,
who's behind this.
And if Elaine's father's
right about whoever it is,
it's not somebody that we want
to be taking lightly.
All right then.
What's the plan?
Plan is to let them think
that their plan is working.
Let them follow us,
hopefully all the way
to the Fleur-de-Lis.
That when you think
whoever's behind this
will show their face?
Treasure like that,
hard to believe he wouldn't want
to be there to see it.
Now all we got to
do is find it.
This is crazy.
No, actually,
this is fun.
I think it's this.
Making any progress?
Just with sleep
deprivation.
Actually, I think we might be
narrowing down on the next clue.
We are?
Yeah, yeah, this is clearly,
it's-it's some kind of a map,
but if we can just figure out
what it's a map to...
We should be able to
figure out which letters
to spin in which order,
which should open,
then unlock this page.
It should lead us
to the Fleur.
Your mouth to God's ears.
There's some kind
of a-a riddle
engraved here.
We're assuming that it's
a-a clue to the location.
(reading in foreign language)
"Move as the clock BLF six."
BLF six...
Yeah, it's got to be
some kind of a-a code that
Lafitte left for his brother
that only he could
figure out, but, you know,
we've gone through everything
that we know about Lafitte...
But we think that we know
what B.L. stands for.
Barthelemy Lafon.
One of the city's
original planners.
Someone who joined
forces with Lafitte,
became a pirate
after he was rebuffed
by the government, too.
You know your history,
Agent Pride.
No, he knows pirates.
I remember learning
about Lafon in school.
Didn't he design
Saint Louis Cemetery Number ?
Yeah, I think you're right.
Pull up the cemetery map.
Yeah, yeah.
PRIDE:
If I'm right,
and if the clue is a map
of the cemetery, then...
"F"... six...
Could be...
Zoom in.
Yeah.
Barthelemy Lafon's crypt.
And that's where Lafitte wanted
his brother Pierre to start.
That's the map.
That's where we start.
Yes.
All right.
All right, Chris, Sonja,
I want you backing up
Miss Faucheux.
Gregorio, Sebastian,
don't let them or the suspects
out of your sight
if they follow.
Hey, stay in constant contact,
you understand?
Don't forget who
we're dealing with.
Yeah. Roger that.
Come on.
All right, uh, Patton's
got that scanner,
you know, the one that can clone
phones when you're close enough.
Take that with you.
Right.
Try and tap into the suspects,
see who they're talking to,
I like it.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna coordinate
what you find,
so that I can try
and use it to figure out
who's behind this. Go.
Okay.
There it is,
Barthelemy's crypt.
Okay, now what?
Now, we got to figure out
how to find the first letter.
Hey, uh,
you might want to
open that book.
Hmm? Right. Yes.
Yeah.
You like her, don't you?
Pssh.
Come on,
I'm not blind,
but you are, baby.
What's that supposed to mean?
She's smart,
attractive, adventurous.
Only problem is, she plays
for the other team.
My team.
No way.
Yes, way. I'm telling you,
it's not me profiling,
that's me knowing.
- All right, well, then, riddle me this, Joker.
- Yeah?
Why has she been
flirting with me?
You're cute.
She needs our help.
I think I found something.
Oh, did you find the letter?
See the engraved Fleur-de-Lis
over the letter "L"?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I see it. All right,
let's see. "L"...
"L"...
(book clicks)
Something clicked.
What now?
"Move as the clock."
I'm guessing that means
we go clockwise
to the next crypt on the map,
but remember it's got to be
or earlier.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, hey, hey. Look
at the bright side,
I saved you a ton of money
on dinner and movies.
Come on.
Come on!
LASALLE:
No way to keep an eye on
Sebastian, Gregorio,
and Michelle,
but as long as we got
an eye on the suspects,
they should be okay.
Yeah, I'm just
wondering why
they're not that interested
in seeing them.
How're they supposed to know
when they've found
the next clue?
We'll find out as soon as
I get this joker to work.
Look, I'm just wondering, uh...
You're not mad
about anything, are you?
What? No. Why?
Well, I don't know,
I guess, uh...
You know, we don't joke around
or talk like
we used to.
But it's probably
just me tripping.
Don't worry,
it's got nothing
to do with you, it's just... me.
All right, you, uh...
want to talk about it?
I don't.
What do you need?
Thanks for coming.
I know you got
a lot on your mind, but...
What do you need?
Your expertise.
There can't be a lot
of treasure hunters out there
willing to k*ll for
the Napoleon Fleur, right?
True. I'll get in touch
with my contacts
and try to narrow down
possible suspects.
I'm hoping that what my team
finds will help us, too.
Great.
Let's get to work.
MICHELLE: The Fleur-de-Lis
is over the "M." Try the "M."
(book clicks)
That's it.
What's that?
That's an acid capsule.
It's a good thing we
opened this the right way
instead of with a butter Kn*fe.
Okay. Congratulations.
You were right.
MICHELLE: It looks like
the next clue is in French.
What're you doing?
Sending a picture to Pride.
He speaks French.
So do I.
Let me see.
Enter this last crypt
to find the Fleur-de-Lis.
That's it? It-it's here
in the cemetery?
Wait. Where are they going?
Pride just texted,
said Michelle told Sebastian
the Fleur is here.
Yeah, but the suspects
just received a text
from somebody saying it's not.
Can you see who sent the text?
PRIDE:
Are you sure?
Get in there.
Hurry. Find them.
What's wrong?
Everything.
Lasalle just intercepted a text
to the suspects, from Michelle.
Wait, what?
Yeah.
She tricked us.
She made it look
like she'd been att*cked,
when she's been
behind it all along.
GREGORIO:
Door's open?
SEBASTIAN: Okay,
wait-- hold-hold on.
Yeah, here-here, stand back,
stand back, just in case.
(door creaks)
There's nothing here.
Think it's buried?
Uh, maybe. Hey, Michelle?
Hey!
We're locked in.
She locked us in.
- Hey! Hey!
- Help!
GREGORIO:
Help!
Sebastian? Gregorio?
All right, we're at
Barthelemy's crypt, King.
Can't reach them on the cell,
and no sign of them anywhere.
No sign of Michelle, either.
Well, if Michelle's got the
map, she's long gone by now.
Probably headed to wherever
the other suspects are.
Hey, you still got
their cell GPS?
Yeah, and I'm gonna
follow them now.
Just make sure you find
Gregorio and Sebastian.
I wish we had
the puzzle book.
At least we'd know
where they went next.
Okay, go clockwise, check every
crypt from Lafitte's time.
If they haven't left
the cemetery,
they're there somewhere.
LASALLE:
All right, we're on it, King.
Sebastian! Gregorio!
Your agents got
a hell of a lot of information
from cloning their phones.
Including caller I.D.,
which made us realize
Michelle changed her last name,
and that's why we missed her.
Damn it, still no signal.
Hey, why don't you use
your light to help us
get out of here?
You know,
we wouldn't even
be in this situation if you
didn't let her play you.
Play me?
(scoffs)
Please, she's not even my type.
Oh, now she's not your type.
Right.
She's not.
We already tried
ramming the door.
That was useless.
Walls are so thick,
no one's gonna hear us.
Okay, so what are we gonna do?
We're not gonna panic.
All right.
We'll use up whatever
oxygen is left in here.
Okay.
Wait, i-is this thing airtight?
Well, nearly. People in here
don't typically need
to breathe anymore.
Michelle Harrison.
Her brother was k*lled
diving for sunken treasure
off the coast of Gibraltar.
Spain confiscated the gold, and
said it was government property.
And if she was looking
for the Napoleon Fleur,
working at the Historian Society
would've been the best place
to figure out how to find it.
Elaine trusted her.
I'm gonna get her.
I promise.
I'm going with you.
Not this time.
There are at least
three of them, if not more,
and they're K*llers.
You need backup.
I'm sorry, Tom.
I just can't do it.
Damn it!
Those bastards k*lled
my daughter.
You have to let me help you.
Please.
SONJA:
Sebastian? Gregorio?
Are you sure Sebastian's last
text was from a crypt, King?
'Cause we haven't found them yet,
and we're running out of options.
PRIDE:
I'm sure because Michelle lied
about the translation.
It had nothing
to do with crypts.
Keep looking.
LASALLE: You got it.
I can't breathe.
There's got to be a way.
Are you out of your mind?
Those b*ll*ts
will ricochet
all over the place.
b*ll*ts aren't for sh**ting.
Some candles over there.
Come here.
Help me find a
match, all right?
Okay.
I found one.
All right,
great. Listen.
We're gonna light a fire.
All right? And we're gonna hope
that whatever smoke there is,
it seeps through the cracks.
All right.
Otherwise,
we're gonna suffocate.
We're already suffocating.
You're not wrong.
TOM:
According to the GPS,
they're stopping by Lake Borgne.
PRIDE:
Makes sense, especially since
the last clue references
the "chief of liars,"
Chef Menteur.
Chef Menteur,
the first French fort
built before
the Louisiana Purchase.
Which was razed and rebuilt
as Fort Macomb.
The Fleur-de-Lis is there.
Help!
Help!
(panting)
Look, let's-let's start over.
LASALLE:
Percy.
Look.
Help!
(coughs)
(both coughing)
Oh, my God.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Thank you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Relax. Chris,
go get them some water.
I got it.
Oh, man, that was close.
Michelle, she...
Yeah, we know, we know.
Pride's following
the suspects. Her, too.
We got to go.
He might need us.
And anyway, she played us,
so that means we owe her.
Yeah, big-time.
Let's go.
All right, listen to me.
NOPD's on the way.
I want you to fill them in
when they get here.
Let them know
that I'm by myself.
I'm going with you.
No. You're not, Tom.
Listen, I appreciate
all you've done,
and I know all too well
what they've done to you,
but you're
a civilian.
And that means, this time,
you need to stay put.
You understand?
Hey.
Keys to the lockbox.
Just in case.
♪ ♪
Freeze, Michelle.
Turn around slow.
Easy.
Where's Hendricks, and Walton?
Actually, they've got
Elaine's father.
Right behind you.
(Pride grunting)
You're not stalling, are you?
I'm digging as fast as I can.
- You sure this is the right spot?
-Banking on it.
I went through a lot
to get this map.
Including k*lling my daughter.
She didn't have to die.
All I wanted was the coordinates
to the book.
Which she found, not you.
I have been looking
for the Napoleon Fleur
for years; it's mine.
Not gonna get screwed over
like my brother was.
(clanks)
Step away.
Now. Go. Out, now.
Get out. Get out, now.
(exhales)
Get the g*n!
SEBASTIAN:
NCIS!
Freeze!
(shouts)
(gasps)
Tom, don't.
No, please.
Don't. You got a chance
to finish what
your daughter started.
What you
both started.
Find the Fleur,
make her sacrifice
mean something.
I know
you're hurting.
Tom, I know.
I know you want to get even
for what they did.
MICHELLE:
No, please.
But it's not gonna
bring Elaine back.
It's not gonna
get you closer to her.
(shouts)
No!
Okay.
Decide what you want
to do with it yet?
Yeah. I think I'm gonna do what
Elaine would've done with it.
Give it back
to its rightful owner.
Donate it to the city.
I think she'd like that.
Yeah, me, too.
Although-- hear me out--
what if, before that,
we each take it home for a day,
like they do with the Stanley Cup.
I like that.
What is the Stanley Cup?
You know, Percy...
(sighs)
you got to get out more.
(Sonja scoffs)
Tell me about it.
We might want to get you
an escort to the mayor's office.
Chris, Sebastian?
Yeah.
We're on it, King.
- Hey.
- Percy.
Yeah?
Hey, you want to grab a bite
afterwards, catch up?
Oh. Um, actually, Gregorio and I
already made plans.
But... we could rain check.
Course.
Cool.
I'm starving,
for what it's worth.
Let's do it.
All right.
Thanks.
For everything.
(sniffs)
(line ringing)
Hello?
Hey, Laurel, it's Dad.
Hey, Daddy, what's up?
Nah, nothing,
I just thought I'd call you,
see... see what you're doing.