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♪ You can flip 'em off, baby ♪

♪ You can treat them
all so rude ♪

♪ You can scream at a honey ♪

♪ Like an amplifier, too ♪

♪ Well, you go for broke ♪

♪ When you go spent up
all your youth ♪

Looks like you could use
some one-on-one time, darlin'.

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Relax, baby.

It's all good.

You and me are gonna have fun.

Oh, God.

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I know-- it was fun.

I'm still thinking
about that creme brulee.

Okay. Talk to you later, Sam.

Brody. Chris.
How we doing?

Brody's doing good.

Had a hot date with the good
Dr. Wilkins last night.

It's the third
one this month.

Grow up, Lasalle.
Sam made me dinner.

Cooking for you--
getting serious, huh?

We're taking it slow,
but things are good.

How good?

So, dead sailor.

According to
the bouncer,

our victim came into the
club around 2:00 a.m.

No doubt looking to take
some liberties on liberty.

Apparently, it was
Krazy Kostume night.

Packed house.

Doc Wade.

Never thought I'd see you
in aoint like this.

Well, believe me,
I've had my fair share

of New Orleans after dark--
or in this case,

the crack of dawn.
Victim is

Petty Officer 3rd Class
Peter Karp.

26. Time of death
approximately 3:00 a.m.

Weapon appears to be
some sort of small-caliber gun.

Let me guess-- our sailor's
the recipient of a lap dance.

Whoo-hoo!

We know who was giving?

NOPD interviewed
all the dancers on the scene.

None copped to spending any...

quality time with Karp.
We're looking into the ones

who clocked out
before the body turned up.

No security cams.

Thick walls and loud music.

Pretty much mask
the sound of a gunshot.

Yeah, well, it masks the
sound of a lot of things.

Got a partial print.

That... along with
a little something extra.

Working theory:

Karp brings
some girl back here...

Uh, more likely
girl brought him.

- So I'm told.
- What if the sailor tries

to take it a little too far

and someone comes in
and intercepts?

Intercepts and shoots?

Seems like an overreaction.

So how about...

another club-goer

has an issue with him...

waits for the dancer to leave,

and then slips in unnoticed?

Bouncer would have frisked any
patron that entered for weapons.

Standard procedure these days.

So you're told.

Exactly.
Or what if our perp

wasn't a paying guest?

Automatic lock.

Got some residue here.

Looks like someone
taped over the plate,

kept it from latching.

So our killer...

Got help from the inside.

Special Agent Brody.

How about a statement

for the press?

James.

Didn't know you
were back in the States.

Yeah. Well, you would have if
you'd returned any of my calls.

Sorry. You know how it is.

New job,
new city.

Well, they clearly, uh, agree with you--
you look good, M.B.

Thanks.

So... what a you doing
in New Orleans?

I'm doing a feature

for the Picayune.

Historical architecture
of the Crescent City.

Far cry from the front lines of Falluja.
I can tell you

all about it
when I buy you a drink.

Still as presumptuous as ever.
Is that a yes?

I, uh... I-I can't.

I'm-I'm swamped.

The case.
Yeah.

Great seeing you, though.

Don Julio.

Neat.

One lime.

Who was that guy?

James, my ex.

Ex-boyfriend?

Ex-fiancé.

Our victim,
Petty Officer Peter Karp.

Hull technician
on the USS Abigail Adams.

He was on liberty
after a ten-month deployment.

Ten months?
That's a long time to be out at sea.

No wonder you found dude
over at the strip club.

I'm just saying
what everyone else is thinking.

Don't you have servers to upload
or motherboards to crack?

There's so many things wrong
with that sentence, it hurts.

So Karp left
the Abigail

with some shipmates.

Got lost
along the way.

All right.
Patton, follow up

on the "inside job"
angle at the club.

Run backgrounds
on all employees.

Chris, Brody,
head over to the Abigail...

Track down Karp's shipmates,

find out what they
were doing last night.

I'll head over
to the morgue.

Hey, I'll be happy

to run recon
at the club, y'all.

Not necessary, P.

So, Brody, fiancé.

Ex-fiancé.

Spending the rest of your
life with someone--

that's pretty major.

Would've been.
What happened?

Long story.

I got that.

You really want to know?

He was already married.

Polygamist. Damn, I didn't
see that one coming.

He was married
to his job, Lasalle.

And you're not?

I'll drive.
No, no, no, I got this.

It's my turn.
Was--

till I got my new ride.

What about that, Brody?

Boys and their toys.

Auxiliaries division reported

at 0700
for morning quarters.

That's when the OOD got
your call about what happened.

Parents are on the East Coast.

CACO's already notified them.

Sorry for your loss.

It's a damn shame.

This whole incident.

Karp never did manage

to hit his stride with us.
Why is that?

Despite the chief mentoring,
we got the sense

Karp never saw a real future here.
To be honest,

I was never sure why he joined.

The men you're
looking for

are outside.
Thank you.

We were all pumped
to get to New Orleans.

Right before liberty call
was announced,

Pete suddenly decides
he doesn't want to go ashore.

Know why?

XO set a three-sailor
liberty party rule.

Needed Pete
to round out our group.

Luckily, we were able to talk him
into coming along with us.

Went to the Quarter to check out
this band Tiny Universe.

Karl Denson.
That guy's the man.

Pete enjoy the show?
Thought so, but...

during the set break, Pete says
he's stepping out for a smoke,

never came back.
You guys follow protocol?

To a T.

Ran into some guys from A-gang.

We told them what was up,

and then we split into groups
looking for him.

After a couple hours
of searching,

we just figured Pete
had gone back to the ship.

The slug fragmented
into dozens of shards.

When I recover all of them,
I'll pass them off to Sebastian

to do a reconstruction.

And the organic substance
found in the footprint?

We're still analyzing it,
along with some foreign fibers

we found on the victim's body.

Sounds like you've got
things under control.

I'm gonna go get some coffee.
Can I grab you a cup?

Oh, love one, but I am
off caffeine, sadly.

Three-day juice fast.
Six hours in,

still going strong.
You're...

trying to lose weight?

Oh, no, no.
I never really had

to worry about my physique--
sort of been lucky that way.

But the occasional liquid fast,
it's a great way

to just reset
your internal motor,

flush out all those toxins
from your lymphatic system.

Mmm.

Brussels sprouts, kale, alfalfa.

It's nature in a cup.
Is this a social visit, Sebastian?

Oh. Yeah. So,
I ran a cross-fiber analysis

on the material that you culled

from the victim's body.

Turns out they are strands
from a synthetic feather

that's been coated
in a red, acrylic paint.

Coincidentally, very similar
to the type that I used

to create my Hawkman costume
for Comic-Con 2006.

You've been to Comic-Con, right?
Never had the pleasure.

Oh, must do. Super must.
Anyway, the feathers

that were found on your victim
could also have come

from a costume, since
it's common knowledge that dancers like

to adorn themselves
in festive garb.

Which means I have something
in common with strippers.

Go figure.

Yeah, okay, well,
I'm gonna ask Patton

to follow up.

Thank you, Birdman.

Oh, it's actually Hawkma...

Close enough.

So, I pulled photos

and ran background
on some of the dancers

who were working at Scores
the night of the murder.

Starting with the top row,
we have...

Vegas Show Girl...

Peacock Lady...

Voodoo Priestess.

Ooh.

Patton.
Oh. Sorry, I took a little detour.

O-Okey-dokey.
All right.

We got Roarin' Twenties Flapper,
Pocahontas and--

hang on...

Oh. So that's how

the Pride-man
rides, huh?

So, Wonderful World of Disney?

You do realize my daughter's
about the same age as these girls?

Moving on.
See, Sebastian found

pieces of red, synthetic
feathers on our victim.

Okay, background
on Pocahontas--

Peggy Mitchell.

She been working at the
club for over a year.

Record is clean, but she has a
bad habit of picking wrong guys.

Find out where she lives.

Apartment, New Orleans East.

But you ain't
gonna find her.

Baby girl got
the day job.

Eli? Eli, what did I say
about eating sand?

Okay?

Yeah, I remember him.

He was in the
club last night.

Watched me perform.

Just watched?

He watched me do my
thing for a little while,

and then, requested
some private time

in one of the
champagne rooms

where we get
our best tips,

so I agreed.

Anything seem unusual
or off about him?

He was pretty loaded.

Not a happy drunk, either.

Kept going on about

how he wasn't even
supposed to be in the Navy.

Apparently,
he went to med school.

Supposed to be
a big shot doctor.

Um, doctor's
a completely different track

than an enlisted sailor.

Well, whatever his track,

the jerk started demanding items
that weren't... on the menu.

When I refused,

he got upset, made a scene.

He lay a hand on you?

I know how to handle tantrums.

I calmed him down, and told him
I'd send in an... another girl.

One with a more eclectic menu?

And did you?
No.

I wasn't gonna reward
his bad behavior.

I figured he would get bored
waiting or pass out.

I clocked out soon after.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

He's dead.

Pocahontas' alibi checked out.

Neighbor was walking his dog

when she arrived home
at 2:30 in the morning.

Well before our
victim was shot.

Checked into Petty Officer
Karp's education history.

Turned out
Peggy was right.

He did two years of med school
before taking a leave.

What for?

Record said,
administrative review,

but when I called the school,

they said
his file had gone missing.

That's convenient,
to say the least.

Doc Wilkins?

Oh, ex-fiancé.

Keeps texting me about
meeting for drinks.

Oh, must be tough, Brody--
torn between two lovers.

So, I finished the digital
reconstruction of the bullet...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down there, buddy.

Sorry. The nutrients are
making my synapses fire

faster than usual.

As I was saying, I finished
the reconstruction,

and as it turns out, your victim
wasn't killed by a bullet.

Say what?
He was killed by two.

Karp only had one entry wound.
That's correct, but the weapon

released two bullets in tandem,
one right after the other.

I'm running them both
through NIBIN now as we speak.

Tandem bullets indicates
an older weapon,

possibly exposed
to high heat or humidity.

Yeah, it was probably
left outside.

- Seems like today is full of surprises.
- What?

The gun that was used to kill
Petty Officer Karp was used

in two previous murders.

Both unsolved.

Two of something can be
chalked up as coincidence.

Yeah, but three's
a pattern.

Which means,

we may have a serial
killer on our hands.

Okay, so now, in addition
to Petty Officer Karp,

we got two other
unsolved cases.

Todd Foley,

age 34.

Killed in his car,
execution style,

back in 2009.
Ryan Cash, 26,

shot coming out of
a mini-mart in 2012.

All three...
killed with the same gun.

Vics were male, ages 18 to 35.

The similarities end there.

Murders occurred in various
locations across the city.

Plus, the timing's
all over the place.

Until last night, the gun
hadn't been used since 2012.

Yeah, Karp was Navy;
Cash and Foley were civilians,

so that rules out
any military vendetta.

There's got to be a connection.

Christopher, take Brody over
to your old stomping grounds.

See what you can shake loose
on our two unsolved cases.

Thanks for helping us out, Mack.

Yeah, typical Sally--
only calls when he needs something.

"Sally"?

Oh. Picked that one up
as a newbie.

Kid would come
into the locker room,

we'd all start
belting out:

♪ Mustang Sally! ♪

at the top of our lungs.
All right, all right, Mack,

how about those cold jobs?

Yeah, okay.

Pulled this from
the archives.

Looks like you've got
your hands full.

Yeah, well, you can thank
the City Hall for that.

Last five years,
force has shrunk almost 30%.

Makes our job
damn near impossible

to...

Duty calls.

Let me know if you
need anything else.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mack.

All right,
our first dead guy, Todd Foley,

he had a serious
drinking problem.

Three DUI's and a bunch
of drunk-and-disorderlies.

As for the other case,

says here six months
before Ryan Cash was killed,

he was arrested
in a drug-related drive-by.

Charges were dropped.
Say why?

Court records are missing.

That's not a surprise
the jacket's incomplete.

When I was NOPD, requests
were always getting lost,

records misplaced.

Sounds frustrating.

Yes, it was.

That ex of yours,

he is a persistent
young lad.

Have to give him that.

Guy's a reporter--
he lives for the chase.

Playing hard to get--
that probably

only fuels his fire even more.

I'm not playing hard
to anything.

Mm-hmm.
I'm over him. End of story.

If that was the case,

you wouldn't mind
meeting him for a drink.

Have a drink,
catch up,

then end the story.

So, mister,

you really came all the way
to New Orleans to do

some puff piece on architecture?
Yes, I did.

You have some
lovely architecture here.

It's very beautiful. Um,
you have the lovely cottages

in the, um...
Marigny.

Yeah, right. And then, uh,
gallery houses in the...

Garden District. Yes.
Garden District. Oh.

This one, you don't know.

Then, so in the CBD, in the--
you have these hidden attics,

right, where they used to do...

speakeasy during Prohibition.

Fascinating.

So obviously, I'm not here to...

talk shop.

I'm...

I'm here to see you.

I can't do this.

Is it because of a psychiatrist
called Wilkins?

Ace reporter.
Well, that's what I do.

I dig the dirt.
Well, there's no dirt

to dig on Sam--
he's a great guy.

He's sweet, attentive,
and nothing like you.

Ouch.

Just sayin'.

So you're still sore that I took
that job in Afghanistan, then?

No.

We were planning a wedding...

looking at houses,
then you get this call, and...

you're gone?

You took off.

It was the opportunity
of a lifetime, wasn't it?

If the situation
was reversed,

you would have done
exactly the same.

Oh, come on, let's
not talk about the past.

We should live in the present.

Thank you.
With our old friend,

Don Julio.
No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.
Now, this is what we used to do.

This is when
we used to have fun.

Cheers.

♪ ♪

Hey.

7:00 a.m.

Early bird catches the worm.

Yeah.
Or in this case,

a strip-clubbin' sailor.

I looked deeper
into Petty Officer Karp's

missing disciplinary
record.

Couple of weeks before
he enlisted into the Navy,

a classmate accused him
of sexual assault.

But as the
investigation ramped up,

Karp dropped out of school...

and joins the service
and gets deployed.

Effectively disappears.

Karp's accuser--
what happened there?

Person I talked to said the woman
was frustrated, wanted to put it

behind her, so decided not
to pursue the case any further.

Navy wouldn't have been aware,

because without
formal charges...

Wasn't on Karp's
official record.

Sebastian Lund.

"Got a hit on some evidence
from the strip club.

Come check it out."
Wake Brody up.

Tell her to meet us at the lab.

Hey, sneaking out
on me, huh?

It's a... it's
a work thing.

Right.

So, last night was...

A mistake.
amazing.

Well, I guess we'll
agree to disagree.

James,
you and I don't work.

It seemed to work well
last night.

You know what I mean.

Between the two of us,
you taking off with a moment's notice,

me working 24/7...

we're never gonna have
a normal relationship.

Is that what you want,
you want normal?

Go.

What's the word,

Sebastian?
Oh, hey, guys.

I was just finishing up
my... breakfast.

I smell cinnamon rolls.

I may have had one.

With the sugared icing?
Of course.

Juice fast not all it's
cracked up to be, huh, buddy?

Are you kidding?
No, I feel awesome.

I only got... 36 hours to go.

Oh, my God.

Stay with us,

bro.

Sorry I'm late.
I was just...

Caught in a windstorm?

Is that the...

same shirt
you had on yesterday?

So, Sebastian, what's going on?

I'm still working on getting
a match off that footprint

from the club.
Something wrong with the cast?

No, the print was
lifted perfectly.

It's the gait pattern
that's all hinky.

See, typically, shoe tread
leaves a raised impression,

but this one's

almost entirely
smooth.

Meaning?

It's possible that

your killer's
quite the fashionista.

High-end dress shoes, like
the ones made in Europe,

tend to have
smooth soles.

I did, however,

draw a firm conclusion
about Th.

The material you found
in the footprint.

It's your common variety
Bryophyta--

which is a fancy way
of saying moss.

Moss grows almost everywhere
in this climate.

It's gonna be tough to narrow down the
killer's playing field.

Yeah, but this particular
sample is coated

with a grainy residue--
it's indicative

of a specific
type of coal

that's produced
by the LeCroix Coal Factory.

Based on the high levels
of carbon, I suspect

that the moss grew within
a half mile of it.

Anyone up for a nature walk?

Oh, I wish I could,

but I am feeling
real lightheaded.

May be time for some food
you can chew, bud.

Before the storm,
used to come down here

and get the best
étoufée you ever tasted.

Why hasn't this area
been rebuilt?

Federal recovery dollars
were based on property values.

Resources never
made it here.

Politics left the heartbeat
of this city underwater.

Here's the coal
factory.

Just need to find the moss.

Moss doesn't grow
in the sun.

Let's check under
the bridge.

- There's our moss.
- We'll get a sample.

All right.

Y'all want red
beans and rice,

got to wait in line
like everybody else.

Go on, Boogie.
Don't be shy.

Make me use these rheumatic
hands to pile it on for you.

You're an angel, Mama.

Sure smells something special.

How long you been
down here serving?

Mm, nearly two
decades now.

Hard times come
and go, but

around here we're like family--

take care of our own.

Dwayne Pride.

Teresa Combs.

Mama T.

Reverend Billy
baptized my daughter.

Spoken highly of you.

Don't believe
everything he says, you hear?

Okay.
You'll excuse me?

Sure.

Have a blessed day.

Hey, King! Over here!

Todd Foley.

Ryan Cash.

Peter Karp.

All the victims written here.

Must be a brag list.

Guys, another name--
Kevin Heller.

That looks new.

Christopher.

Running his name
on global locator.

The man's still alive.

This isn't a brag list.

It's a hit list.

The fourth name on that
wall is Kevin Heller.

32-year-old auto mechanic
from Metairie.

No response at work or home.

Put a BOLO out on him--
hopefully, we'll get a hit.

Preferably
before our killer does.

Here's something.

I had a handwriting analysis
done on each day-- turns out

none of them were written
by the same person.

Triple P went double deep

on victim number one...

Foley.

You guys were right--
he couldn't lay off the sauce.

Check it out.

Five months
before his murder,

the bastard got loaded.

Took the wheel and killed
a teenager on a bike.

Why wasn't he put behind bars?

Faulty Breathalyzer.

Cops couldn't prove
that Foley was drunk.

Death was ruled accidental--
no criminal charges.

Which is why it didn't show up
on his record.

Foley got a lucky break.
He wasn't the only one.

I looked into the drive-by
Ryan Cash was involved in.

Turns out Cash turned state's--
testified against

a big-time drug dealer,
got immunity

and all charges were dropped.
Like we said,

two times is a coincidence...

And Petty Officer Karp's
sexual assault--

that makes a pattern.

If all the names
on that list were

un-convicted perps...
Then the connection

between these murders
is vigilante justice.

So what did Kevin Heller do
to get his name on that list?

Got a hit off the BOLO.

Heller's been spotted
near his house.

Go roll him up.

Ironic, isn't it?

Protecting a guy
who's a criminal?

Might be a criminal.

Well, his name's
on that wall for a reason.

What happened to
"innocent till proven guilty"?

Come on.

You and I both know
things fall through the cracks.

Maybe so. But if you
bust the foundation down

over a few measly cracks,

the whole house
is liable to come down.

That our guy?

Can't tell.
It's too dark.

Watch this.

Kevin Hfller?

NCIS. We need to talk.

Guys, I-I'm
not a criminal.

I-I'm telling you the truth.
See that wall?

First three people
on this list are dead.

The fourth name
on that wall--

Kevin Heller, you.

So whether you want
to admit it or not,

someone out there thinks
you're guilty of something.

Look...

we're trying to help you.

All right? It's more for
your protection than anything.

Okay, um...

about a month back, I'm-I'm...

I'm minding my own business,

cops roll up on me
outside the Federation Bar,

and they start accusing me
of killing a guy.

They said I was beefing with him
over some girl in the bar.

Not true?

No, I-I've never been in the Fed Bar.
What were you doing outside?

I was taking a walk.

Alone?

So to recap--

I.D.'d at the scene
of the crime, no alibi,

and name
on a vigilante hit list.

And your response is:
"I was taking a walk."

What do you...? I don't know
what to tell you!

I'm sor... okay?

They got the wrong guy.
So, you know what?

If you're not gonna arrest me...
Can't force you to come

with us-- just know
there's a bull's-eye

on your back, Kevin.

I'll take my chances.

So Kevin Heller

doesn't want
our protection, huh?

That's an understatement.

It's weird. It's like
he was scared of something.

Being on a hit list,
probably.

No, something else.

Delivered a few
minutes ago.

Good doctor's
got good taste.

That is, if it's
from the good doctor.

You gonna open up
that card?

Later.

Here's what we know
about the crime.

Heller was a suspect

in the murder of a guy
named Terrence Combs.

Two witnesses placed him on the scene.
One identified him

in the lineup
as the killer.

NOPD still couldn't
make the case.

Not enough hard evidence.
You said the victim's name was Combs?

Mm-hmm.

Look who it is.

Is that...
Mama T.

Terrence Combs
was her son.

Keep digging into Heller's case.

See if NOPD
missed anything.

I'm heading
to the Ninth Ward.

I told that joker, "Step back,

or you'll get
a earful of Mama T."

They cannot handle you,
Mama T., they cannot handle you.

Agent Pride.

To what do we owe
the pleasure?

Wondering if I might
have a word with you?

Of course. Can I offer
you a slice of pie,

or maybe a glass
of sweet tea?

Kind, but not necessary.

Is there a place
we can talk in private?

About... about what?

Case I'm working on,

involving a man named

Kevin Heller.

Never heard of him.

He was accused
of murdering your son.

Doesn't ring a bell.

What about the other
names on that wall?

The ones who were killed.

Look at you.

Coming in here
acting like you know

what's what.

Don't want any trouble.

I just want to get to the truth.

The truth?

Y'all heard that?

Man wants the truth.

We'll walk down these streets,
take a look around.

You'll see more truth
than you care to know.

Houses boarded up,
Mm-hmm.

shops shut down,

- crime sky-high.
Uh-huh!

The truth is...

we're damn near forgotten here.

I hear your pain.

No, I do--
but my job right now

is to solve three murders
and prevent a fourth.

One way or the other,

I'm gonna get to
the bottom of it.

Now, I need you
to tell me--

who put those names on the wall?

I did it!

Y'all...

I did it.
I did it, too.

I did it! I did it!

Like I said...

around here,

we take care of our own.

That's right!

Get out of here.

That's right!

Four victims,
four crimes.

Each one allegedly perpetrated
by a name on that wall.

Strange coincidence.

Gets even stranger.

Teenager Todd Foley killed
in that drunk driving accident

lived on Galvez Street.

Man killed

by Ryan Cash in the drive-by
lived over on Douglass.

Young woman sexually assaulted
at Polytech...

lived off St. Claude.

And your son Terrence...

Lamanche and Royal.

All four victims...

...from Holy Cross.

What are the chances?

Now, we know you
couldn't have shot the gun

on account of
your arthritis.

Doesn't mean you couldn't
have written those names

on that mural.

No crime putting
a name on a wall.

It is if it leads
to murder.

So...

...why don't we start
at the beginning?

Was lawlessness
during the storm.

People were grabbing
everything they could to survive

before getting
the hell out of Dodge.

Those that
stayed behind

had to fend
for themselves.

Yeah, well...
city was like a ghost town.

Houses stayed empty,

shops closed down,

crime got even worse.

We called for help.

No one came.

People were losing
their lives,

and no one was
being held accountable.

So you all started putting
the names of the killers

up on the wall?
Bearing witness to our pain.

Didn't think
anyone would notice.

One day...

I opened up the paper and,
by God...

one of them was dead.

Didn't think to ask why.

Not even
after it happened again?

Those others on the wall...

they ain't none of my business.

But my Terrence...

...was beaten to death

by this Heller kid
like an animal

over some girl.

Witness saw him.

Didn't even have an alibi!

Believe me, I know how flawed
the system can be.

But taking matters
into your hands...

is no better.

And at the end
of the day...

it won't bring back your son.

Maybe not...

but we all deserve justice.

Any luck?
Lot of anger.

Not much info.
Think she knows anything?

I do. She's not
gonna give it up,

'cause she believes
Kevin Heller did it.

If that's not true,
we have to prove it

and show her she put
the wrong name up on the wall.

Okay, well,
I'll go back to Garrity,

have him pull the file.
Get him to meet us

at the Federation Bar
where the murder happened.

Find me something.

According
to the crime scene report,

Combs' body was found here.

Witness claims to have spotted
Heller outside the bar

just after the murder.

Heller says he wasn't
at the Fed Bar that night.

I mean, it doesn't
make sense.

Who takes a leisurely
midnight stroll here?

Where do these stairs lead?

A lot of these old buildings
had attics

that held speakeasies
during Prohibition.

How'd you know about that?

A friend told me.

What are you thinking?

Maybe something
was going on up here that night.

Wow.

Yeah, I got something.

"Undercover Club"?

You were telling the truth.

You weren't
at the Federation Bar.

You were at the Undercover Club--
gay pop-up bar

held in the attic same night
Terrence Combs was murdered.

I haven't come out.

Must be hard keeping
a secret like that.

You have no idea.

Well, you got a real good reason
to come clean now.

That's you?

And my boyfriend.

Noel.

Boyfriend?

Yes, ma'am.

So you weren't the one

brawling with Terrence
over that girl?

I-I am...

I'm so sorry...

about what happened to him.

Why didn't you say something?

It's my family.

They would not
understand.

The heart wants
what it wants, child...

and nobody can change that.

I'm ready
to talk now.

None of us ever knew
for certain, but we always

suspected Boogie Down Bob
had something to do with it.

Been through a whole lot
of loss, that man.

We all had.

Boogie knew our pain.

Just wanted
to do something to help...

...give us some peace of mind.

Hey, buddy...
come with us, please.

What do you want?

There was a girl
from the neighborhood

worked as a cocktail server
at the strip club.

She recognized that sailor,
Peter Karp,

as he rolled up in the club.

Called her mama,
who called someone else,

and someone must have
gotten it to Bob.

NCIS.

Stop!

End of the line, Bob! Hands up.

Turn around.

Put your hands
on the table.

You got anything on you?
No.

All right.

All right, man. Come on.

Brody.

Duct-taped shoes.

Explains how we couldn't get
a match on his footprint.

I'll see you back at
the office, King.

NOPD has got its work
to do, no doubt,

but I promise...

we're gonna do better
by y'all moving forward.

And it starts with solving
your son's murder.

Oh, come on, you two,
go home, get some rest.

Good work, though.

G'night, King.
Good night!

Okay, Brody...

the suspense is killing me.

Are you gonna
open up this card?

Don't need to.

I already know
who they're from.

Well, you feel
like sharing?

Not really.

As long as you're
happy about it.

Heart wants
what it wants, right?

Guess so.

Night, Lasalle.

Have a good one, Brody.

♪ Gray ♪

♪ Quiet and tired and mean ♪

♪ Picking at a worried seam ♪

♪ I try to make you mad at me ♪

♪ Over the phone... ♪

Hi.
Hello.

Oh, it's a nice place.

Thank you.
It's, um...

it's home now.

Well, I'm glad
you called.

I wanted to say
good-bye in person.

So...

where's the next stop?

I have an assignment in Dubai.

Very cool.

Yeah, it's really nice.

Well, it was...
it was great seeing you.

It was good to see you, too.

I got some
beautiful flowers today.

Flowers? Ew.

Well, you don't think I...

Oh, sent them? Of course not.
I know you don't do clichés.

I just wanted to make sure
you hadn't gotten soft on me.

Do you wish I was that guy,
you know, sends flowers...

says he's gonna be home
for dinner every night?

You are who you are.

And you shouldn't have
to apologize for that.

Just like...

well, just like...

I shouldn't have
to apologize for this.

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Nothing else will do ♪

♪ I've gotta have you,
I've gotta have you... ♪

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