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That there's rent, drinking money,

maybe even a down payment on a truck.

Now, that's a catch.

That's trouble, Dale.

You know better than to mess with Amy.

- Hey, Macey. - Don't "Hey, Macey" me.

- You the one sleeping with her? - What? No.

She ain't even my type. Ain't that right, Jesse?

I'll pop your head off just like one of them shrimp. Do you hear me?

What do you got to say for yourself, you sorry son of a bitch?

- Leg. - Ooh.

Ripped By mstoll

Haven't gotten used to the Crescent City nightlife, Brody?

It's my living situation.

Short-term lease in a double in Broadmoor.

Every night same thing,

wasted college students and neighborhood kids

lighting firecrackers.

You know those aren't firecrackers.

I was trying to be optimistic.

- Oh, someone party hard last night? - Noisy neighbors.

Oh, I'm just hazing her. I know Brody doesn't go out.

I go out.

I mean, maybe not to the places where fine dining meets hurricanes,

- but I do go out. - Yeah, sure, you do, Brody.

All right, Christopher, what do we got?

Boot is current Navy issue,

so we're operating on the assumption the leg is as well.

Dwayne. Christopher.

- Morning. - Agent Brody, you look tired.

- I hope it was worth it. - Loud kids. Gunshots. Not worth it.

Hey, don't sweat it, Brody.

I'm gonna act as your personal rental agent,

just like I did with my sister.

Find you a place you're gonna love.

Where are we at with ID'ing the catch of the day, Loretta?

DNA will take time.

Unfortunately, there's no identifying characteristics other than

the victim's most likely African-American.

Based on the decomp, I'd say the leg's been in the water at least a week.

- Gator attack? - Muscle cut's too clean.

- Boating accident? - Angry shark?

Rabid squid?

Mutant starfish from hell?

- Ha, ha. - Just trying to keep it light.

Ha, ha. Based on the marks on the bones,

I'd say it's inconsistent with a propeller or a mutant starfish,

but I think it's a single blade.

Have to autopsy to make sure.

All right, Christopher, take our recent Midwestern transplant

and introduce her to the Coast Guard, get them to help in the search.

Let's find the rest of him.

You got it, King.

- Captain Lee. - Pride. Ha, ha.

Just couldn't stay away from my gumbo, could you?

Oh, how I wish I were here for a little culinary inspiration.

Hope you don't mind, your guard let me in.

- No problem. - Look, I don't know how to say this,

but the kid you mentored,

Petty Officer 2nd Class Calvin Parks, he's unauthorized absent.

You sure?

His OIC hasn't heard from him for a couple of days.

- I was hoping he contacted you. - Couple of days?

He told me himself just how much you helped him out

by steering him towards the Navy.

Not many people would help a boy escape a past like his.

Yeah, well, Calvin would have found his own way.

I just gave him a little push.

Yeah, well, you should be proud of him.

That kid's been a squared-away sailor since day one.

He probably just found some young lady to distract him.

Ha.

But if that's the case, he will be facing disciplinary action.

Give me a call if you hear from him, will you?

Yeah. I will.

Good to see you, Pride.

PRIDE: Loretta.

I have a strange request.

Not as strange as a boot with a leg on my autopsy table.

Could you use the size of a victim's foot

as a basis for a general description?

Hey, Pride. Or should I say "Dwayne"?

Thought it might be more appropriate to start calling you Dwayne,

what with us consulting for NCIS all these years.

After all, the use of first names is a sign of familiarity,

and we're far from when the surname was an indication of a man's trade...

- Sebastian. - I'll stick with Pride, for now. Yeah.

Uh, anyway, I started a computer simulation

to estimate height, weight and age of the deceased

in case the body was never found.

Then let me ask you,

could it be a 23-year-old African-American,

6'3", maybe 220 or 225 pounds?

Yeah, it's possible, even likely.

I'll send you a name and a photo.

[SIGHS]

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yeah, baby.

Let's take a quick five, all right?

- Dwayne. My man. - Papa Parks.

- You're sounding good. - You wanna sit in next set?

Have you heard from Calvin lately?

Uh, it's been at least a couple weeks.

He come over for supper. Why?

You know I think the world of Calvin. He's like my blood, the son I never had.

Dwayne, just tell me.

Something might have happened to Calvin, something bad.

But you're not sure?

I'm not sure.

MAN 1: Papa, we're up again.

Only two things I ever loved in this life.

Calvin and jazz.

Gonna hold on tight to one

and pray I haven't lost the other.

MAN 2: All right, Papa.

MAN 3: Yeah. MAN 2: One more time, Papa.

MAN 4: Come on, Papa Parks. MAN 5: One more time.

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

LaSALLE: Yo, Pride, you here? - Kitchen.

Wow, it smells good.

Morning, King. What time you get in?

Well, that assumes I left.

You know I've been staying upstairs.

Eggs creole, andouille sausage

- and remoulade sauce. - Nice.

Grab plates and tell me where we are with the Calvin Parks investigation.

So last night we went down and searched his rack.

Nothing out of the ordinary, but we did recover a personal laptop.

PRIDE: Password-protected?

Which we've sent out to get a work-around.

Meantime, we thought we'd canvass his day-to-day contacts.

He was assigned to the pier-side Fleet Logistics Center.

He worked the wharfs, loading inventory, food and equip.

Okay, you two take the wharfs. I'll go see Doc Wade about forensics.

- Let me talk to him for a sec. - Yep. Just gonna go grab my phone.

Pride, I can take the morgue, if you like.

I thought since you were personally involved,

you might wanna take a pass on this one.

I got a decade-old friendship with Papa.

You think I'm just gonna sit on my hands?

And if the things we uncover are things you and he don't wanna hear?

We face what we gotta face.

Take Brody, learn things.

- What the hell you waiting for? - Well, you did offer breakfast.

We'll take it to go.

You're the longshoremen supervisor and that's a civilian position?

MAN: Contractor, yeah.

Port is zoned mixed-use

so we have various clients, which include the Navy.

And you oversaw Petty Officer Parks?

Cal. Yeah.

Good kid. Great kid.

On time. Polite. Hard-working.

Something more?

I don't wanna speak ill, you know?

But maybe old habits die hard.

Hey. What in the kingdom of God are you two doing?

Huh? Get over to Governor Nicholls Street Wharf,

off-load those pallets.

Gotta keep an eye on the chuckleheads.

You said something about old habits.

Yeah, just, uh, heard talk from guys on Calvin's shift.

They said that they saw him leave in a lowrider with some local bangers.

Bangers are gang members.

My background is in interrogation, out of Detroit.

I know the lingo, thanks.

Anyone get a look at any of these bangers?

Like I said, I wasn't there to see this,

but the guys said that they didn't look too friendly.

WADE: Body was discovered wrapped in plastic

in a shallow grave near Highway 11.

New Orleans East.

Highway 11 is near the Irish Bayou. That channels into Lake Pontchartrain.

The leg was scooped up in the gulf. How does that make sense?

I don't even know what the weapon is yet.

But the severing is antemortem,

which means it was disassociated while he was still alive.

So they kill him near a body of water that flows to the gulf.

The leg gets dumped there, left behind,

and the body is wrapped, moved and buried?

We have significant contusions on the knuckles of both hands.

- So a fight? - Well, it's defense wounds.

And although the outcome was grievous,

Calvin got some good licks in.

It's a basic theory. Sebastian did the simulation.

The killer came upon Calvin, there was an altercation.

The killer had a large, sharp object. Think ax.

There was the attack that severed the limb and...

Calvin bled out.

- Dwayne. - Just keep talking, Loretta. Please.

Okay.

We found this caught up in the clothing.

It's a second bicuspid

probably on the right side.

It's definitely not Calvin's, because he's still sporting a full set.

So whoever killed him is missing a tooth. Pull DNA?

Still running it through the local criminal database.

There's something else I think you should see.

That's Delta Crew, right?

Cal grew up in the Lower Ninth.

Got pulled into the gangs by the time he was 12.

Well, based on that irritation, that tat's new.

Fresh ink?

Very.

I saw it when I was in Vice.

Gangs get their former members to recommit, then they kill them.

It's an effective way to show the kids that getting out's not an option.

- It's called dead hazing. - It's called sadistic.

What if the Delta Crew didn't do it?

Well, it'd be the 1-1-3s.

Delta Crew and 1-1-3 have been at war for years.

That's New Orleans's answer to the Bloods and Crips.

I'm sorry, the Bloods and Crips? Who are they exactly?

Delta Crew and 1-1-3 territories are right next to each other.

South Galvez Street's the border.

- Which gang do you know best? - Delta Crew.

All right, take them.

I'll introduce Brody to the charms of the 1-1-3s. Let's go.

BRODY: All right, potential new apartments. 2725 Prytania?

That's uptown.

How do you feel about $600 strollers and organic everything?

Okay. 3115 Royal.

The Bywater. Neck beards, thick-rimmed glasses, fixed-gear bikes.

It's a big choice here, Brody.

Where you live says everything.

LaSalle lives in the French Quarter

because he loves being in the middle of it all.

My wife and I, we're in the Lower Garden,

because it's walking distance from some of the best chefs in America.

Speak.

Just looks like your wife's in the Lower Garden.

You're in the office.

All I'm saying,

where you lay your head in this city defines you.

Okay, so where do I go if I wanna be defined by a full night's sleep?

- Well, it's quiet. - Ha, ha.

Calvin? Psst.

I ain't seen that joker since he went to go play G.I. Joe.

- Well, G.I. Joe is the Army. - All the same to me.

So you can't explain how we found him with a fresh Delta Crew tat?

No.

You got any theories on who did Calvin?

- Slow down, my man. - I'm just saying.

A dead Delta, current or former, only means one thing, right?

One-One-Threes.

Think it's time for you to go.

Think I'll sit here and finish my cold drink, thank you.

Leave when I get ready.

Hey, Naomi.

Get me a diet orange.

That's what I'm here for, baby.

Man, I ain't never heard of no Calvin.

Didn't ask you if you heard of him.

Asked why he's dead.

You got some pretty, pretty eyes.

I've also got a black belt in aikido.

Heh.

This wouldn't be the first time Delta Crew done killed one of their own.

How are your teeth there, Swag?

- My teeth? PRIDE: Yeah.

Open up. Give me an "ah."

All original. No cavities. I even floss twice a day.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Cover!

Get down! Everybody get down!

Get down.

MAN [ON TV]: We're reporting from the West Bank

where violence erupted on the streets of New Orleans last night,

the latest chapter in an ongoing war

between two of the area's most notorious gangs.

Delta Crew blame 1-1-3 and 1-1-3 put it on Delta Crew.

Feels like a setup. I just can't tell from which side.

Morning, Dwayne.

PRIDE: Councilman.

Gotta remember to lock the door.

- Might need a... - Warm-up. I was thinking the same.

Mm. So how's the family, Dwayne? Linda well?

- What can I do for you, Hamilton? - Well, you need to ask?

I mean, there's a gang war going on out there.

I hear that your people are the ones who've been stirring up the pot.

We're conducting an investigation.

Well, I'm organizing an emergency anti-gang task force.

FBI, N.O.P.D., everybody's on board.

And I was... Well, I was hoping that NCIS might wanna join up too.

- We'll help any way we can. - Well, good. Give me some names.

Let my people start rounding up suspects.

Look, you know how I feel about this community,

and no one has less love for the gangs,

but we haven't determined that they had a hand in Calvin Parks' murder.

Well, how long is it gonna be before you determine something?

Because people want their streets cleaned up,

and sometimes all that matters is appearances.

Silly me, I thought what mattered was justice.

Ha, ha. Okay.

You have a blessed day.

Don't ever go into politics, Christopher.

All of a sudden, your definition of good and evil

becomes defined by how many votes it gets you.

I trust your instincts,

but we hadn't determined the gangs are involved yet?

Something doesn't make sense.

If the 1-1-3s did it,

they'd be expecting the Delta Crew to retaliate, and they weren't.

If the Delta Crew did it then why the drive-by?

And I...

I just can't believe Calvin went back into that world.

You can't, or you don't want to?

How about a little of both?

Which one's he in?

Top right.

Want me to open it up for you?

You think he'll reanimate and explain what the hell he was up to?

No.

Then what's the point?

How'd you meet Calvin? Through Papa?

No.

No, I...

I met Cal when he was trying to rob my house.

Linda and I came home, side window was broken, and there's this skinny kid

in the parlor making off with my camera.

I grabbed his punk ass, threw him against the wall.

And in the time it took to turn him

over to someone,

I saw something in him.

And, you know, it just... It kills me to think that he went back into that world.

Getting out is hard, isn't it?

But he was trying to change.

We're attached to what we know.

Yeah.

I appreciate your counsel, Loretta.

And I yours, Dwayne.

I'll leave you alone with him.

- You wanted to see me? - Yeah, Tech got around the password.

There's not much here.

Basic social-media sites fill his browser history.

E-mails sent to a girl in Shreveport.

Nothing that really leads to or away from gang involvement.

So nothing helpful.

Well, not nothing.

He sent an e-mail to himself from his NMCI account to his personal account.

No subject. But inside there's a bunch of numbers.

Look. Big numbers.

Eight-seven-four-nine and 9449.

Some smaller. Twenty-two point three and 12.6.

The big numbers keep repeating.

So he was working the wharfs, but these aren't times.

Not ship numbers or coordinates.

Three-four-nine-three. I know that number.

- What in Sam Hill does that mean? - You know how I do crosswords?

- In your head? - I see something and it sticks.

Three-four-nine-three. I am telling you, that is a number I've seen.

You present yourself all buttoned up,

but you are an odd bird, Brody.

Thank you for coming, dear.

I love that you can do that. Just, eyes in the back of your head.

Or your reflection in the back of my camera.

Thunderstorm?

Probably, what?

Mature stage multicell cluster.

It's just rain. I like rain.

Who doesn't?

Well, cats don't.

And snakes don't.

And my sister Antonia, actually, she was a bit ombrophobic...

Sebastian,

what could make a tattoo disappear?

I've taken these photos, one every three hours.

See how in each shot the tattoo seems to be getting lighter?

Typical putrefaction just doesn't account for this.

- Mind if I take a sample? - Mm-hm.

I think I remember a similar case out of Washington,

where they used a tattoo to determine time of death.

And Dr. Mallard was the coroner.

Lovely excuse to catch up.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Pride, here.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Walter called.

Said you weren't gonna play.

First time in 15 years, huh?

I took it apart to clean it like I always do.

But when it came time to put it back together,

I just couldn't.

I'm like that.

In pieces.

You find whoever killed Calvin?

Not yet. But I will.

I know that.

And I also know

that you will feel better,

just a little, if you play.

I just keep thinking,

if he went back with them gangs,

that's my fault.

If I'd just done something, or didn't do something,

or could've done something...

I can't play, Dwayne.

Doesn't feel like I ever will.

Not without knowing what happened.

Go grab your coat and hat.

We'll take a walk. We'll...

We'll talk.

I got nothing to say, old friend.

[PHONE DIALING]

GIRL [OVER PHONE]: Hey, Daddy. - Hey, baby.

Hey, uh, I'm in class. Is everything all right?

It is,

now that I've heard your voice.

[GROANS]

Sorry. Another late night. Dogs barking.

Why don't you let me help you find a place?

Ha, ha. I appreciate the offer. I do.

Nothing personal. I just, um...

I prefer that my work and personal lives be kept separate.

Heh. That's not the way it works around here. We're all one big family.

Sooner you accept that, the easier it's gonna be.

In the meantime, my blood sugar's getting low.

Let's order dessert.

- Okay. - Where's this menu at here?

Here we go.

Oh, I recommend the bread pudding.

Key-lime pie. Can't go wrong.

Pineapple?

Pineapple? I don't think they have any.

Three-four-nine-three. Pineapple.

Government uses National Stock Numbers

which contain subgroups that identify Federal Supply Groups,

Federal Supply Classes, NATO country codes

and National Item Identification Numbers,

- or "NIINs." - Slow down.

Three-four-nine-three is the NIIN for pineapple,

which I know because my ex-fianc� had a weird fruit-salad fetish.

You have an ex-fianc�?

So Calvin worked the wharfs, right?

Three-four-nine-three is a number he wrote however many times.

Pallets of pineapples.

If the big numbers were products, the smaller numbers must've been...

Were weights.

Let's get back to the numbers and figure out the others.

Okay, fine, but can we still have some bread pudding?

Absolutely.

DUCKY: Do you remember the last time I was in New Orleans, Loretta?

- December the 25th, 2004. WADE: Right.

Which happened to be the only snowfall day

in New Orleans since 1989.

Well, if you were the cause of the snow,

you're not welcome back.

Good to see you, Agent Pride.

The good doctor and I just figured out why Calvin's tattoo was coming off.

Yes, I had a case nearly four years ago

where the tattoo was applied only hours prior to the victim's death.

The result: The micropunctures didn't have time to heal

because the blood couldn't congeal.

We think that's what's going on with Calvin.

All right. So...

We tried to use Ducky's case as a baseline

to approximate when Calvin received the tattoo.

And the difference was approximately three hours.

He got the tattoo three hours before he died?

No. In this case, the tattoo was applied after death.

The ink won't hold because there's no blood flow at all.

So Calvin wasn't back with the Delta Crew.

- The killer put the tat on. - Posthumously.

To make this look like part of a gang killing.

That's good work.

BRODY: That'd be a four.

LaSALLE: Okay, so subtract that and give me the new number.

Hey.

- Oh, he's up. - Ha, ha.

You two been up all night?

It's not like I get any sleep at my place anyway.

We made a point of trying to keep it down for you.

BRODY: You snore.

- Loud. - No, I don't.

Can you take a look at this?

So working off the theory that the gang angle isn't real,

we're convinced the murder had to do with Calvin working at the wharf.

Those big numbers in Calvin's computer,

they're all NIIN for different items loaded at the port.

Three-four-nine-three, pineapple,

8748, bananas, 9449, coffee.

All coming in on the same boat, which originated in Guatemala.

So in Guatemala the pallets are weighed, right?

Then the boat sails to New Orleans

where all the cargo is transferred to Navy ships.

But before it's put aboard, it's weighed again.

The smaller numbers in Calvin's e-mails,

those are the differences between the Guatemala and New Orleans weights.

The pallets ended up being lighter

by the time the Navy got ahold of them?

- Smuggling. - Based on the weight differentials,

we're thinking, uh, guns or drugs.

So the question is,

was Calvin murdered because he found out about it,

- or because he was in on it? - In on it?

Password on his computer, e-mail's in code.

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- LaSalle here. - Turn that up.

Sebastian, what do you got?

I'm standing outside the offices of Councilman Hamilton

of District C here in New Orleans.

He'll be hosting a press conference today

to talk about a recent rash of gang violence that's hit the city.

All in all, Councilman Hamilton is positioning himself

as a law-and-order candidate ahead of this year's mayoral election.

Okay, turn it off.

Sebastian wants to show us something.

- It's about the tattoo ink. - All right, do it.

I'll deal with him.

I'd appreciate if you'd stop using my murder investigation

as an excuse to grandstand.

All right, here's what I don't get, okay?

You are beloved from Bourbon Street to the swamps

because you go out of your way to be of assistance to this whole city,

including all of my counterparts on the council.

And yet, you and I still can't get along.

Well, maybe they're just nicer than you.

You want a task force to roll up crime? I'm all for it.

Let's get out there and go arrest people.

I only have two conditions:

We arrest them for things they've actually done,

- and we leave the cameras behind. - Oh, what do you care, Pride?

It's just a gangbanger who got chopped up by another one.

He had a name.

Calvin Parks.

You call him a gangbanger again, and our getting-along problem

is gonna get a whole lot worse.

Did you know the FDA doesn't regulate tattoo ink? It's a weird quirk.

They regulate makeup that's applied on top of the skin,

but since the ink goes under the skin, it's not covered.

- Meaning? - Manufacturers aren't required

to report what heavy metals they use for pigment bases,

and there's no standard mix for ink.

Some inks contain cadmium, others use iron and copper.

So the end product that they produce, it's kind of like...

Is like a fingerprint.

More like DNA, but you're cooking with gas, Agent Brody.

Anyway, I narrowed down the list of suppliers to seven.

Then I tested their inks against Calvin's tissue sample,

and there is only one that uses that exact barium-titanium blend.

It is on Magazine,

and I will gladly share this with you under one condition.

There's a condition?

Take me with you.

I gotta get out of the lab and just see something that's alive.

Gotta wonder what future civilizations are gonna think

about our dabbling in the ancient arts of ink.

They'll say drinking and tatting don't mix.

That's how I ended up with "Big Al" on my derriere.

Roll Tide.

I thought about getting the noble gas column from the periodic table, right:

That or something from The Lord of the Rings.

Mm.

Brody?

It's private.

- The subject matter? - Or the location?

Don't intimate about my intimacies, please. Thank you.

MAN: I'm thinking a broken heart,

sexy girl on a mud flap,

and something to do with Lord of the Rings.

[LAUGHING]

- NCIS. - Recognize this?

You're insulting me. That's not my work.

BRODY: What about this guy?

When you last saw him, he was dead.

Whoa, wait. I don't know anything about a dead sailor.

BRODY: You sure about that? MAN: Yeah.

- Hey, what's this? - Hey, hey, hey.

- Sorry about that. - What are you doing?

Hey, don't worry about it. Sebastian, do your thing.

Got a question for you.

- Had any dental work lately? - What?

- Root canal? - Cavities?

- Bridge work? BRODY: Extractions?

Barium and titanium. It's his ink.

Your skill set is gonna come in handy trading tats for prison hooch in Angola.

All right, look. A guy offered me 500 for a needle and a vial.

- What guy? - Cash doesn't come with a name.

Come on, look at me. Look at my teeth,

look at my tongue, look at whatever you need.

We'll need you to provide a description of the man to our sketch artist.

Sketch artist? Please.

I went to the Rhode Island School of Design.

PRIDE: Ha. Rhode Island School of Design. Artists.

LaSALLE: Bruce has definitely seen worse.

He can get an ID with one eye and a pimple. Ain't that right, Bruce?

So you've nicknamed the facial-recognition system?

LaSALLE: You bet. Is that a problem? - You're weird.

I was told that there's some body art I should ask you about.

This is why I prefer to keep my work and personal lives separate.

Yes. Harold Werner.

Chucklehead from the wharf. I thought he scampered off in a hurry.

Get an address.

Harold Werner. NCIS. Open up.

[MOUTHING] Three, two, one.

- Clear. - Clear.

- Clear. - Clear.

I think we found him.

Walk me through this.

We know Harold was in on it because he's the one who bought the ink.

But we know he didn't kill himself.

Stuffed in a closet pretty much confirms that.

- What's he got going on in his mouth? - Full set. Thirty-two and counting.

So Harold gets done in his own trailer.

Not likely he was snuck up on in there.

The toothless accomplice.

Where we gonna find him?

Same place Calvin did.

Harold?

I suppose that does make some sense.

For years he's been short on money. Last few months he started living it up.

We're wondering if you could give us a list of people

he was working closely with,

who might have also had access to shipments intended for the Navy.

Of course.

Anything to help. It's all in the office.

Can I say something?

Awfully quick to accept Harold as a smuggler?

- And if I'd lost a tooth... - I'd use ice to dull the pain.

I'd say he starts running in three, two, one.

[IN UNISON] I got this.

BRODY: NCIS. Stop.

Hands, hands. Let me see your hands.

Come here.

Now, will you look at that? Look at that.

Son, you need a dentist like I need to move back home.

Stop resisting.

So inside the office we found a key

and the key led us to the wharf shack.

- The mother lode. - Heroin.

It's being sent to the lab to confirm,

but it'd answer what was being smuggled.

- Murder weapon? - Again, off to the lab.

And we're off to Interrogation.

Warm today.

Air-conditioning feels good, doesn't it?

All I need now is a beignet and some lemonade,

- and I'd be in heaven. - Heh.

Aspirin help your toothache?

My apologies if I made it worse.

So Petty Officer Calvin Parks discovered you were smuggling heroin.

You had him killed to make sure he didn't report what he knew

up his chain of command.

Gang tattoo was

a clever way to throw us off.

What's bothering me

is your employment file.

Says you've only been in New Orleans for two years.

You didn't know he had a past with the gangs, did you?

No.

So who told you to put the tattoo on Calvin's arm?

Truth will set you free.

Psst.

[GRUNTS]

- What the hell is she doing? - Giving you a new tattoo.

Letting the inmates in the pen know you're the target they're looking for.

You put that tat on Calvin, caused that little shooting spree.

Like to think the Delta Crew and the 1-1-3s

would like a little piece of you.

If I say what I know, gangs are the least of my worries.

Call me when he's processed.

You're going to prison for murdering a United States Navy sailor.

Enjoy the party, my friend.

Afternoon, Hamilton.

Oh, afternoon, Dwayne.

Say, I hear congratulations are in order.

You got your man. Good.

Here's what I'm chewing on.

Who's got the port in his district?

Who'd get a taste from getting Customs to look the other way

on a smuggling ring?

Who'd incite a gang war to justify a task force?

And who would've known enough about Calvin's youthful indiscretions

to have suggested a tattoo?

That's quite a theory, Dwayne.

You got any proof to back that up?

Not yet.

But you know I will.

See you around my city.

- Your city? - Don't you ever forget it.

[WHISTLING]

First round is on me.

- What are we celebrating? - Someone has a new apartment.

Adorable little guesthouse owned by a friend of LaSalle's.

It's got a garden, rent's pretty cheap and, uh, it's on the Mardi Gras route.

Which defines you as?

Thrilled to be here.

[CELL PHONE RINGING THEN PRIDE CHUCKLES]

Movers. Excuse me. Hello?

Guesthouse with a garden on the Mardi Gras route.

When are you gonna tell Brody who LaSalle's friend is?

- When I have to raise the rent. BOTH: Ha, ha.

You know, my last two tenants were a pain in my ass,

- so it'll be nice to rent it to family. - Yeah.

- Excuse me a moment. - Sure thing, Dwayne.

- Thank you, Dwayne. - Think nothing of it.

Would've killed me knowing he'd wanted back in with them gangs.

Oh, he wanted to join a gang. Mine.

Calvin was working a case. And he was good.

Took a lot of thinking to figure out what was going on.

And if he was mine...

In many ways, he was.

- I'd be awfully proud.

You wanna sit in on the first song?

- Be my honor. - All right.

Go To The Mardi Gras. B-flat.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

BRODY: Go, Pride.

- King can play, can't he? - I can't believe him.

[ALL CHEERING]

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