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What's the verdict, Rach?

The probability of a train
derailing is too high.

1 in 432,000.

Well, that's not so bad.

- Better than the chances of a car crash.
- How is that relevant?

We've already established
we're not driving.

You know the agreement,
three months to research

how we're traveling to Arizona,

not a day longer.
We decide today.

There has to be some safer way.

The rehearsal dinner's
in a week.

I just want to make sure
we actually attend.

Aunt Sheila's wedding,
not die on the way.

Why don't we take a bus?

Huh? It's cheap, it's safe,

and you can let all this go
and focus on having fun.

Most busses don't even
have seatbelts.

N-N-No way.

Okay, sweetheart.

Take a deep breath.

You take your meds this morning?

I need you to focus
on one thing.

You know what that is?

You're going to say breakfast.

Bingo.

Dad, wh-what's happening?

Upstairs, Rach, use the
fire ladder like we practiced.

Upstairs! Go!

Find the girl.

What do you think, Mama?

Oh...

Same Trutone you remember?

It's like I stepped
back in time.

I-I can't believe
you own this bar now.

Yeah. It's a lot of work,
but I love it.

- Glad you made it.
- Yeah.

Expected y'all
a couple hours ago.

Uh, Mena had a rough morning,

so we had a late start
leaving the motel in Montgomery.

Well, it's a long trip
from Virginia to New Orleans.

- Yeah.
- Seems like she's doing okay now.

Let's just hope
it lasts long enough

for her to have that tour
at Vista Shores.

How's she feel about
maybe moving back?

The jury's s-still out
on that one.

Jimmy, want you to meet

my mother, Mena Cantrell. Mama,

this is Jimmy Boyd,
the new bar manager.

- Hi.
- Well, I see you got your looks.

From Mena's side
of the family, Dwayne.

You miss our chicory coffee?

Just made a fresh pot.

Figured you could use it
after that long drive.

Cassius doesn't like me
to drink coffee,

thinks it makes me too jittery.

The doctors said that her memory
would continue to come and go.

Just hope
being back actually helps.

She likes you, Jimmy.

We should tell her you're
more than the bar manager.

Well, I appreciate that,

but she got a lot
to take in right now.

Letting her know
that Cassius was my daddy, too,

well, that can wait a while.

Lot of memories for her here,

not all of them good.

Hey, if it's too hard for her,

we'll just turn around
and drive her back.

- Whatever's best for your mom, that's what we'll do.
- Yeah, okay.

I always loved you
in that dress.

Yeah.

You know, when you
were a little boy,

you used to sneak in
and watch me sing,

- right over there.
- Right there, I know,

On a stool, hiding.

Loved the way
you lit up the stage.

Good to have you back

where you belong, Mama.

But your dad was
a three-star admiral,

why didn't you just go
to the Naval Academy?

Is there something wrong
with being a Marine grunt?

No, no, no, I have nothing
but respect for enlistees.

I'm just pointing out
that you had options.

Oh, you found me out,
Agent Khoury.

I'm a chronic underachiever.

Hey, so the victim's a Seabee
out of Belle Chasse

named Ben Kinnaman.

Yeah, we heard he's still alive.

Barely. Neighbor saw

two masked men leave the house,

called 911. They rushed in
to take him to the hospital.

You think it was a robbery?

I don't know. He was shot
twice in the chest.

Neighbors didn't hear
any gunshots,

so we're thinking
it was a silenced weapon.

Yeah, sounds like
a professional hit.

You don't say?

Oh, aren't we just
so lucky to have

such a brilliant agent
on our team now?

So lucky.

Shooters weren't going
for subtlety.

Kicked in the door, came in hot.

Seabee Kinnaman was trying to
defend himself, but looks like

he didn't get a round off.

Anything in his file indicate

- why he might be targeted?
- Nothing so far.

Sebastian's talking to his CO,
but Kinnaman mostly worked

on facility upgrades
at Belle Chasse.

Why put out a professional hit
on a naval engineer?

Hey, Kinnaman
has a daughter, right?

Teenage girl.

Where is she?

Cop told us he was
calling the school

while they sent a unit
over there. Why?

I think she was here. In fact,
I think this all started here.

Shots fired from outside.

Someone tried to take Kinnaman
out from a distance.

Looks like breakfast for two.

Well, when Covington PD
cleared the house,

- there was no sign of the daughter.
- Rachel!

- Rachel?
- Hey, buddy, slow down.

Tim Breaux, Covington Police.
Ben's a friend.

I just heard what happened.
Is Rachel okay?

Rachel is Ben's daughter?

Cop I talked to
said she was at school.

She's not.
Rachel is homeschooled.

She should be here.

Where's her room?

- Upstairs.
- Okay, go.

With Agent Gregorio, maybe she's
just hiding. Check down there.

I'll coordinate a search
of the surrounding area.

Rachel, you here?

It's Tim.

You can come out.

Did Rachel have medical issues?

She's on the autism spectrum,
highly intelligent.

The meds are just for anxiety.

There's a fire ladder.

Yeah, Ben had them installed

in the bedrooms
to make Rachel feel safer.

She found a way out, smart girl.

Is that her bike?

That's Ben's.

Rachel's is blue.

Where'd she go?
Does she have any family close,

- or friends?
- No, it's just Ben and Rachel.

I don't really know
of any friends.

Think, she's scared,
she's on the run. Where?

Treehouse.

They spent last summer
building it together.

Rachel calls it her quiet place.

Is it a bike ride away?

It's on some land he owns
out in Folsom.

- They ride out there all the time.
- All right, show me.

I just don't know if now
is the right time

to bring it up to her.

Well, will there ever
be a right time?

You had a breakthrough
at that clinic, Dwayne,

but your mom is probably the
only person who can fill in

the missing pieces so you can
put Red behind you for good.

I've been sleeping great.

You've also been
beating yourself up

over what happened to him.

Because I told Cassius
about the affair,

about Red and my mom.

You were a child.

What your father did to Red
isn't your fault.

Just wish I knew more about him.

Who his family was.

I mean, what if his family never
even knew what happened to him?

So go ask Mena.
Get the answers you need.

She's fragile.

She's also
Dwayne Pride's mother.

You're a pretty tough bunch.

You're just as good
on those keys as I remember.

I just wish I could

remember the words.

I've been thinking
about the old days,

about you, this place.

Remember the man who taught me
to play the piano?

Red?

Clarence.

Clarence. What was
his last name?

Redding.

Clarence Redding. He was kind

and funny.

- He used to make you laugh all the time.
- Yeah?

I don't really remember him
all that well.

Well, you liked him.

You liked him a lot.

He was, uh...

What, Mama?

He... He was...

What?

You know what,
I-I just don't think

- I want to talk about this anymore.
- That's okay.

It's okay.

We don't have to talk about
anything you don't want to.

Play some more.
I like hearing it.

Khoury, you, uh,

got something
on our Navy engineer?

Kinnaman's in surgery now.

Sebastian talked to his CO,

but he didn't have any leads

on why Kinnaman was targeted
in the first place.

Well, we got his laptop,

but it's pretty damaged.

Have it sent to NCIS.

I'll get Patton on it.

Hey, Pride,
there's something else.

Kinnaman's teenage daughter
was here during the attack.

She went missing.

Fled or abducted?

We're hoping it's the former.

Tammy and Carter
are searching for her now.

All right,
I'll head in, coordinate

social services
and St. Tammany Parish.

Keep me updated.

Gonna miss the tour
at Vista Shores, aren't you?

I got a sailor
in critical condition

and his teenage
daughter's missing.

Okay, I'll, um,
call and reschedule,

and, uh, we'll take care
of your mom.

Maybe I'll even get her
to sing a song with me.

She'd like that.

Okay. Thanks.

That's Rachel's.

Hey, Rachel, sweetie, it's Tim.

Where's my dad?

He's with my team.
Why don't you come down here

and chat with us for a minute?

Who's she?

I'm Special Agent Gregorio.

I'm with NCIS.

Naval Criminal
Investigative Service?

Wow. She's one of the few who
actually knows what that means.

Agent Gregorio
is very trustworthy.

It's safe, you can come on down.

I don't know her.

You got to be patient with her.

Gain her trust.

All right.

My name's Tammy.

And I'm a Virgo.

Astrology is dumb.

It's not scientific.

Fair enough.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

My dad says

to truly know someone, you have
to know their struggles.

Uh, what's
your greatest struggle?

Probably my roommate's snoring.

It's that bad?

Rachel doesn't
really do sarcasm.

Oh, right.

Honestly?

I guess I-I act before I think.

You know?

My temper can get me in trouble,
so I have to watch it.

Me, too.

Really?

Wow, you're good.

Usually it takes her
a while to warm up.

I've known her and Ben
since I moved here.

We got to get the people
responsible for this.

We will.

Hey, Rach.

Come on.

Come on. Move!

I need you to pull it
together for me, okay?

When I shoot, we run, okay?

Go!

Come on.

Listen to me.

Listen. Listen.

Do what I say, and you'll
be okay, all right?

Oh, okay.

Go. Go, go. Run.

Careful, it's steep.

Oh, God...

Go! We can't lose them!

- Where's my gun?
- Get up!

They're coming!

Go.

Run! Hurry!

You're hurt.

I'm fine. I can handle it.

Really. Damn it.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving a breadcrumb.

We got to hide
until someone finds us.

- I know a place. This way.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Trust me.

Wait.

Rachel.

Hey, Sebastian, any word
from the missing girl?

Uh, nothing yet. I texted
Tammy, but no response.

Those are
bullets from the shooting?

Yeah. There are some
distinctive markings,

so I'm running them
through NIBIN right now.

I really enjoy
seeing you back here.

You're an excellent field agent,
but the lab suits you.

Yeah, well, at least here

nobody's calling
me stupid nicknames.

Hmm?

It's nothing.
It's just the new guy.

Ah. Agent Carter.

Well, I'm looking forward
to meeting him.

Yeah, well, I suggest

you avoid that
for as long as possible.

He's that bad?

Oh, man. He's abrasive

in, like, every single way.

He's completely full of himself.

He's wearing these fancy clothes
all the time

that fit him
perfectly, you know.

And he's always calling me Slim.

I don't know what that's about.
You know, I've been...

been beefing up.

You are still rather thin.

I thought this was a safe space.

Carter will simmer down.
He's just new and loud.

Oh, we got a hit from NIBIN.

What? The gun's been
used in another crime?

Yeah, a murder.

Actually, five other murders.

The team needs to find
this poor girl, fast.

What is this place?

Power station,
abandoned two years ago.

Eight buildings, multiple
floors, over 90 rooms.

Ah. Lots of hiding places.

I get it. Smart.

I have an idea.

We can start a fire
i-in the woods.

That-that would d-draw
the killers away from us.

Yeah, no. No fires.

What are you,
what are you looking for?

Uh, I-I can help.

J-Just give me a second.

Please?

Hey, I'm sorry I snapped,
I'm just a little on edge, okay?

M-My dad says I talk too
much when I'm scared.

A-And people don't like that,
but he says

n-never apologize for being me.

Well, that's
really great advice.

Hey, is-is he okay?

We'll find out.

When we get away
from these scumbags.

Hey. You want to help?

Yeah? We-we need an alarm.

You know what I mean?
Like, uh...

- So maybe, uh... broken glass makes a lot of noise.
- Oh!

- You know what I'm saying?
- Oh. I-I can break the window.

And then we can lay
the glass on the floor.

- Yeah.
- And-and then the killers will step on it.

- And we'll know they're here.
- Well, why don't you...?

Like that?

Nice.

Patton. You find anything
on Kinnaman's laptop?

King, that's not his laptop.

That's his daughter's.
And the girl got skills.

She used an RSA encryption.

Yeah, Rachel is no
ordinary teenager.

Tell me about it.
She's some type

of research genius.
Look at this.

Global warming, power plants.

- Hand washing?
- Big and small, she does it all.

But I beg to differ
on her whole "most efficient"

"hand washing ritual" results.

Yeah, research may be
Rachel's special interest.

Lot of people
with ASD have them.

We got a guy in the neighborhood

who drops by the bar every once
in a while. He's got autism.

Makes toy race cars
to help him stay grounded.

Well, lately, she's been
obsessed with the risks

of different travel options.

Cars, busses, trains.

You name it,
she's researched it.

Anything that might
make her a target?

Nothing stands out.

Why, you think the killers
might have been after her?

I don't know what to think.

So far, we haven't found
any motive for a hit at all.

Keep digging.

Hey.

You get a chance to talk

to your mom about the guy
in your dreams?

Just a little. Got a name.

Clarence Redding.

Red. That makes sense.
Hey, you want me

to keep digging, see if I find
out anything about his family?

No, no. Stay with the laptop.

We're running out of time
to find Rachel Kinnaman.

We got to find a place

to hole up until my team
realizes I'm gone.

Uh, h-how will they find us?

Because they're the best.
They'll get here.

W-When, when I ask a question,
you don't always answer.

Y-You say something else.

Yeah, you're right.
I'm sorry about that.

I'll try to do better.

Come on.

Rachel.

We're gonna get
out of here, baby.

- You don't know that.
- Sure, I do.

Well, no, I don't, but...

I'm gonna do everything I can

to try to make that
happen, all right?

Promise.

Okay. Come on.

Seems like they
tracked me to find you.

Any idea why?

No.

You or your dad had
problems with anyone?

Uh, upset anybody?

No.

Y-Your shoulder's dislocated.

Yeah. Feels like it.

I-I know how to relocate a shoulder.

I don't...
I'm not sure you do. Whoa.

Thank you.

Uh, hey, there.

So, what do you think
of the old neighborhood?

Just like you remembered?

So many people.
Just too many people.

Just got a little overwhelming.

- She's okay?
- Just needs to rest a while.

Bad times come and go,

and unfortunately,
that's not gonna change.

Where are you taking me?

- I want to leave right now.
- No... It's okay.

- We're gonna go upstairs, and you can lie down.
- Rita?

- No.
- Yeah.

No. Cassius hates it
when I stay too late.

I don't want to make
him mad at me anymore.

The Trutone
is your bar now, Mena.

Just think about

all the good times you had here.

All those beautiful songs.

But you know
how upset Cassius gets.

I do.

I do. But he's gone now.

You're safe now.

Cassius can't hurt you anymore.

You're Carla's boy.

I knew it the minute I saw you.

It's okay, you know.

It's okay. I'm glad you
and Dwayne found each other.

Me, too.

That's good.

Hey, let's, uh,
go upstairs, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Chopper's shifting to the east.

So far, no sign of
Rachel or the shooters.

What's wrong?

You haven't heard
from Tammy, have you?

Not since she left with
that Covington cop. Why?

She hasn't checked in, all my
calls are going to voice mail.

Covington PD can't
reach Breaux, either.

Mm, they were heading
to Kinnaman's property.

Folsom, I think she said.

Yeah, I know where it is.
Tell Pride to meet us there.

You asked me earlier
about my struggles.

What do you struggle with?

My dad says that.

I-I worry too much,
that I can't let things go.

Do you agree with him?

Sometimes.

So what do you do about it?

Uh, research.

That's how I knew
about this place.

Yeah? But why creepy,
abandoned power plants

and not, like,
K-pop or makeup or something?

This place still
leaches toxic runoff.

I've written 349 e-mails
to my local parish rep

about getting it decontaminated.

Well, let me get this straight.

You do research about humanity's
downfall just so you can relax?

Knowing how things work helps.

Yeah, I kind of get that.

'Cause in my job, I have to know

how the bad guy thinks, and
it's kind of scary, but, like,

I don't know,
I feel better knowing, you know?

And, and that helps you relax?

Nah. I'm more of a red wine
and Golden Girls type.

Wine contaminates
the gut's microbiome.

I-I told my dad all about it.

I'm sure
he totally appreciated that.

My dad is okay... right?

Well...

Get down.

Get down.

Follow me. Stay low.

Okay.

Come on.

Come on.

Uh...

I'm-I'm not getting in there.

Oh, no, this isn't
up for debate, sweetie.

I can help...

You can help by staying
in there. Okay? Shh, shh.

Where are we at?

Judging by the hat and the bike,

we think Tammy and Officer
Breaux found Rachel.

Shooters must have
followed them here.

Any idea which way
Rachel and Tammy headed?

Footprints lead down there,
but then the trail disappears.

We've got more dogs on
the way, and every agency

on the north shore is searching.

Nearest town's ten miles away.

Khoury, I got Gregorio's phone.

Busted. It looks like she left
it so it'd be easy to find.

Where are you, Carter?

Uh, about a mile northwest
of the treehouse.

Tammy would've wanted
to go somewhere

that she could use
to her advantage.

Fontainebleau Power Station.

It's a couple miles away.

Rachel had a folder of
research on her hard drive

dedicated solely to that plant.

Carter?
We're gonna send you coordinates

for the Fontainebleau
Power Station.

- Meet you there.
- Roger that.

Hey.

I told you to stay up there.

I heard shots. I wanted
to make sure you were okay.

I am, let's run!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, God...

Give me that, give me
that, stay back!

Ahh!

Oh, God!

I told you they'd come.

I need to know his chances.

Oh... Well, you can ask
the doctors all your questions

when we get to the
hospital, sweetie.

This won't open.
I need this open.

Rachel.

Okay. It's all... I got it.

Here you go.

Uh, what-what kind of surgery
is it?

I need to know the name
of it so I can determine

my dad's survival rate.

Hey.

What is it?

Okay. Look at me.

Deep breath. Come on.

Deep.

Good.

So my buddy Hannah's
at the hospital right now,

making sure it's safe.

We can go there, and you can ask
all the questions you want,

I promise.

You should have
told me he was hurt.

Yeah, maybe.

I figured you had enough
to worry about, you know?

I'm sorry.

Why don't we get you
something to eat?

Then we'll go to your house
and get your medication,

and then I'll take you to the
hospital to see your dad, okay?

Sound good? All right.

Come on.

Right over there.

Feeling all right?

Peachy. Be even better
when we find the sons of bitches

responsible for this.

You speak to Rachel's aunt?

Yeah, she's booking the first
flight here from Tucson.

Good. Rachel needs
a familiar face.

Yeah, but until we figure out
who hired those guys,

Rachel and her father
could still be in danger.

Yeah, go see
Sebastian at the lab.

Find out if he got anything
off the bodies that might

point us in the right direction.

Okay.

Hey, Pride.

I need to talk to you.

You got something for us, Plame?

All right,
I'm-a stop you right there.

The name is Patton, or Triple P.

Now, since you're new,
I'm gonna let it slide,

but just this once.

And when I say I need
to talk to Pride,

I mean Pride.

Guess that's my cue.

Hey, I know you told me
not to look into Red.

But you did.

I couldn't help myself.

There's someone upstairs
to see you.

Goodness...

little Dwayne Pride.

Clarence.

C... Clarence Redding?

No need to be so formal.

You always just called me Red.

And when I heard
you were asking about me,

I figured it was time to...
come home.

I was certain I saw you die.

If it's any consolation...

I was pretty sure
I was dead, too.

I barely survived
your daddy's beating.

That Cassius's work?

Yeah.

Most everything else healed.

Tell the truth,
I kind of like having it.

It always reminds me of the life

I had here.

Most of it damn good.

What happened that night?

I saw a piercing white light,

just like in the stories.

Convinced I was in heaven.

Then I saw Cassius,

and realized I was in his car.

He had just opened
the damned trunk.

Brought you somewhere
to kill you.

No, no, no.

Cassius drove me out to Stark's,
right by the border.

Said if I didn't leave Louisiana
for good,

cut all ties with Mena,
he'd kill me.

And her, too.

That's why you disappeared.

That man chased me away
from everything I held dear.

Now look, Dwayne.

I've lived a good life.
Moved to Texas,

met a wonderful woman.

We opened a piano bar
outside Amarillo.

She passed a while back,

but we had a lot of good years.

My one real regret

was that I never
got to tell you and your mother

I was okay.

To say a proper goodbye.

Red, I'm...

I'm so s... sorry...

You've got nothing
to be sorry for.

But I-I do, though.

I'm the one who told Cassius.

- He went after you because of me.
- You think your daddy.

Wouldn't have found out
what was going on

one way or another?

You know the kind of man he was.

The only people responsible
for what happened that night

are me and Cassius Pride.

Not you.

So...

you still play piano?

I dabble.

And Mena?

I hope she's well.

Had her ups and downs.

But still going strong.

I don't suppose

she would want to see me

after all this time?

I would sure love to see her.

It might be hard for her.

Yeah.

Hey, Slim, you get anything
useful off those hit men?

Nope, just some trace
I'm analyzing right now, Flash.

Uh, Flash?

Yeah.

See how you're calling
me "Slim" all the time?

Well, I'm gonna
call you "Flash."

And not 'cause of
Flash Gordon, or the Flash...

Because of your clothes.

'Cause they're so flash...
They're flashy.

Sure. Maybe keep working
on that.

What kind of trace did you find?

Some kind of a hydraulic fluid.

Sebastian?
I have IDs on the two killers.

Ah...

I'm guessing you must be

the new agent ruffling
all the feathers.

Is that right?

Quentin Carter.
You must be Dr. Wade.

Oh... is that Lancôme Tresor?

Mm, he knows his perfumes.

Yeah,
my mother wears the same one.

I appreciate a woman
with good taste.

Pleasure to meet you, Quentin.

Hey, you know, I like
your perfume, too.

I just, I haven't had
a chance to say it.

Mm. Now, Dr. Wade, you were
saying you were able

to ID the two men?

I sent the information to you.

It's, uh, Andres Cutter
and Elias Hansen.

Oh,
yeah. Looks like they worked for some kind

of Blackwater-style outfit
called Aranco.

Mm. Aranco's mostly mercenaries.

Somebody brought in big guns

to take out a naval
engineer and his daughter.

And you still don't know
why they were targeted?

No, no, but we'll start
digging into these two,

see if we can figure
out who hired them.

Oh.

Looks like the trace
on the boots was from

a hydraulic fluid
called Hydra-Flight.

It's used for airplanes.

Mm. So no connection
to Kinnaman.

His focus was strictly

naval facility engineering.

You know, Patton mentioned
that most of Rachel's research

was focused on major
transportation risks.

Like airplanes.
That's good, Slim, very good.

Uh, pleasure meeting you,
Dr. Wade.

Looking forward
to a longer chat soon.

See what I mean?

I rather like him.

And the way he dresses.

So this is the taste
of betrayal.

Wow.

Hey. Ben Kinnaman
is out of surgery.

Doctors said he's doing well,
but, you know,

it's still touch and go.

Will he survive?

They'll know more
in a few hours.

I got a two-man security detail
keeping an eye on him.

She's finally eating something.

Once she's done,
we'll stop by the house

and then head to the hospital.

You guys find something?

I may know who hired
the two thugs.

Looks like Rachel may have been

the target all along.

But she's just a teenager.

Rachel is the most relentless
researcher I've ever seen.

Her recent subject of interest

is airline travel.

Kinnaman wanted to travel
to his sister's wedding

on a regional airline
called Zion Air.

Yeah, I know Zion Air. They had
a lot of trouble last year.

That's exactly why Rachel
was looking into them.

Zion had several mechanical
issues. No accidents,

but a ton of delays
and cancellations

and a lot of bad publicity.

Airline nearly went bankrupt.

Got bought out by
an investor group.

- What does this have to do with Rachel?
- Rachel's research.

Revealed the statistical
improbability that any airline

could have that many issues
in such a short timeframe.

Rachel exchanged

a lot of e-mails with the chief
safety officer of the company.

She was convinced

that all their problems
had been intentional.

Sounds like someone
sabotaged the airline.

What do we know about
this chief safety officer?

His name is Kendall Veidt.
He's been with Zion

since before
all the trouble started.

Zion offices are out
by the airport.

I'll have Carter and Sebastian

go by and see if Veidt's there.

I'll get his home address.

The last e-mail
Rachel sent to Veidt,

she threatened to call the FAA,
tell them everything,

if they didn't
come clean themselves.

That's the reason why
this jerk tried to kill them?

Because Rachel figured out
that he was trying

- to sabotage his own company?
- Tammy.

Unbelievable.

You're saying those men
coming after my father...

it's all my fault?

Kendall Veidt's not at work.

No one's seen him
since yesterday.

Just talked to NOPD.

Went by his house,
no sign of him there, either.

No, but we found
something interesting.

The investor group
that bought Zion Airlines

after all the incidents,
it's just a shell company.

Checked with a contact of mine
at the FBI.

She says that
the shell corporation

has deep ties
to the Medellín Cartel.

The cartel?

Yeah. We think Veidt

is sabotaging the planes to
drive the company's price down.

So they can acquire Zion
for dirt cheap.

Then the cartel could have its
very own FAA-licensed airline.

Lots of uses for an airline.
Laundering money,

smuggling weapons, drugs.

Makes sense why Veidt

- would hire hit men.
- The cartel must have sunk.

Millions into that deal.

Means Veidt will keep coming
until the Kinnamans are dead.

Thank you, Officer.

Doctor says her dad's

still in recovery, no change.

He's got to pull through.

This girl's been through enough.

All right. Rachel.

Come on, let's go.

I'm gonna go grab
you some clothes.

You and Agent Khoury
can get your medicine. Okay?

Tammy said you were
at the hospital.

Yeah. I was.

My dad's dying, isn't he?

No, honey, he's not dying.
He's fighting.

He's doing
a lot better, actually.

That's too bad.

Means I got more mess

to clean up. Don't.

Put the gun on the counter.

You know you have
nothing to gain from this, Veidt.

It's over.

Where's your partner?

I saw three of you walk in.

She's out front talking
to the officer.

How'd you get past her, anyway?

I'm a security professional.
It's my job.

Hey!

Do you have any idea the trouble

- you've caused me, kid?
- I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me.

Hurting her won't help you.

- Shut up.
- She's just a kid.

Drop it or I'll shoot.

Smartest move you've
made all year.

You okay? Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Come on.

Okay, yeah.

Thanks.

Hey.

Thought you should know that
your aunt's plane just landed.

And that Zion Air is going
up in smoke thanks to you.

It's my fault, what happened.

No, it's not. You did the right
thing by coming forward, Rachel.

The right thing
almost got my dad killed.

It was me they were after.
I-I should have just let it go.

No, no. Listen to me.

You have a million
amazing qualities.

Persistence is your best one.

Your dad raised
you to be that way.

You're the reason
he's not gonna let go.

Rachel.

- Is my dad okay?
- He just woke up.

But I would give him a minute

to gather himself.

Oh, wait.

Oh, just the man
I was looking for.

You remember this one?

How could I forget?

Remember we'd stay after closing
almost every weekday night

and sing it over and over
and over again?

Till we were both hoarse.

Yeah.

How you doing?

Being back here?

Well, you know, Dwayne,
I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.

It brings up a lot of
bad memories.

But mostly good ones.

Can't tell you how glad I am
to hear you say that.

Seeing you with Rita and Jimmy,

you working at NCIS,
owning our bar.

You have no idea how
proud you make me.

Thank you.

Cassius would be proud, too.

Mama, Cassius is

- dead.
- Dead.

Dead... I know that, Dwayne.

What do you think, I'm having a
"moment" or something? I'm not.

And I also know why you
brought me back to New Orleans.

You want to spend as
much time together,

because both of us know
I'll forget this song.

Forget singing downstairs.

Forget you.

I want to move back here.

I do. But I'm only
gonna get worse.

And if it's too much
for you, I understand.

I can stay in Virginia.

We'll schedule that tour
for Vista Shores tomorrow.

I think you're gonna like it.

Now,

if you feel like
you're up for it,

there's someone downstairs
who wants to say hello.

Well, I mean, that...
Let-let's meet your friends.

I like them. They're nice.

Actually,
it's a friend of yours.

Clarence Redding.

- Red.
- No.

No, no. I mean,
that's impossible.

He's alive, Mama.

Red...

This was always one
of your favorites, wasn't it?

It still is.

They're quite the pair.

Thank you.

For pushing me.

For always pushing me.

I guess she finally
remembered the words.

You okay, Dwayne?

Yes.

Yes, I think I am.

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