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Yo, sick!

♪ You think I haven't
got a clue? ♪

♪ You think that I'm not
on to you? ♪

♪ Yeah, I haven't got a clue ♪

(cheering, applause)

♪ Don't get it twisted ♪

♪ Don't get it twisted... ♪

MAN:
Damn.

(laughter)

All right, S-K-A...

T. One more miss and you're out.

You ready to lose?

(laughs)

(laughter)

♪ Don't get it twisted ♪

♪ Don't get it twisted ♪

(cheering, applause)

♪ Don't get it twisted ♪

♪ Don't get it twisted,
don't get it twisted... ♪

(yelling)

(cheering, applause)

(screaming)

WOMAN:
Are you okay?

MAN:
Oh, what the hell?!

Get me out of here!

♪ Don't get it twisted. ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

HANNAH: Mark up, goal side!
Come on, Naomi!

Goal side! That's it, Naomi!

That's it! That's it!

Great play!

(laughs):
What?

Me?

Don't sit next to me.

Oh, my gosh.

(laughs)

Yeah, I take it
you've been benched.

Yeah, she gave me the glare.

Oh, she used
to be so sweet.

It's only gonna get worse.

(laughs):
I know.

RYAN:
Hey, uh,

you sure you're okay
with Veronica being here?

Yeah. Oh, come on,
she's your girlfriend.

And, you know, Naomi can't
stop talking about her.

Caffeine for the group.

BOTH:
Oh...

None for me.

Oh, no, I remember
you don't like coffee,

so I had 'em make you
a matcha latte.

But I totally understand
if you don't want it.

No. I do, I do. Thanks.

Thank you.

Baby, you're the absolute best.

Thank you.

(phone beeps)

Work?

Yeah.

Naomi and I have tickets
for the Mean Girls

musical this afternoon.

She's gonna be so disappointed.

I'll take her.

You don't mind?

Mind? I wouldn't be surprised
if he committed a crime

against the Navy just
so he could take your place.

(laughs):
I know.

Hannah is well aware of my
appreciation for the theater.

Uh, appreciation
is an understatement.

RYAN:
No, okay.

Let's all stop
ganging up on Ryan now.

Uh, yeah, no, I'll take her.

And then just swing by
and pick her up tonight.

Okay.

Um, tell her I'm sorry.

Sure.

Okay.

(cheering)

COACH: Shake it off,
girls, shake it off.

(siren wailing in distance)

WADE:
Good morning, Dwayne.

Loretta. Sebastian.

Hope this didn't interrupt
your weekend plans.

No, brunch doesn't seem
as important by comparison.

So, what do we know about,
uh, Petty Officer Murphy?

Mm, based on body temperature,

I estimate he died
around midnight last night.

Cause of death looks to be
a single gunshot to the chest.

Yeah, usually with gunshots,
there's more blood than this,

so chances are he was
killed somewhere else.

Hey, Pride.

What you got?

Uh, the poor kid

who landed in the dumpster
with him got a shock,

but none of them have any idea
how he got there or why.

PRIDE: Murphy have
any assignment

likely to get him in trouble?

Uh, he's stationed in
Jacksonville. I'm still waiting

to hear back
from his commanding officer.

♪ Always by your side... ♪

Sebastian,
your mother's calling.

♪ Forever you can
count on me... ♪

SEBASTIAN:
That's weird.

Usually our check-ins
are on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

And Sundays.

Hey, Mom, what's up?

Is that really the ringtone
for his mom?

Mm-hmm. Sebastian and his mother

are close.

CARTER: Huh. Why does
that not surprise me

one little bit?

SEBASTIAN:
Which hospital?

She has to get her
appendix taken out.

Has it burst?

Oh, well,

then it's just routine,
Sebastian. There's no need

to worry about it.

Well, of course
I'm gonna worry, Mom.

And don't pretend
that you wouldn't

if the situation
was reversed.

PRIDE: You should go.
We got this.

Really?

100%.

Got to be there
when family needs you.

All right. Thanks, Pride.

Yeah, Mom. Yeah.
I'm leaving right now. Yeah.

I-I got-- I got it.

Okay. All right.

I'm on my way.

(phone beeps)

What?

WADE: Those are
some nice shoes,

Quentin.

Thanks.

Shame if they got dirty.

Oh, no.

Somebody's got to check
for possible evidence.

And you just got elected.

Oh, no. No.

(laughs):
No... Aw.

(hums happily)

Look, at least have
the decency, both of you,

to pretend like
you're not enjoying this.

You should've seen
the way she looks at me.

Come on. You remember
what it was like to be 12.

Yeah, but she used to like it
when I gave her pointers.

Oh, what? She did.

I'm just saying, you get
a little enthusiastic

when it comes to competition.

Enthusiasm is good.

Um, uh, did I say
"enthusiastic"?

I actually meant
"frightening."

You ever, you ever
asked yourself

why you still haven't been
invited back to Pictionary?

Hey. Hey, the answer
was Dirty Dancing.

I couldn't have been
more clear.

Well, you made
Sebastian cry.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

Lieutenant Montez. CACO.

Agent Gregorio
and Khoury, NCIS.

I'm assuming you'll
handle the notifications?

Yes, and I'll stay
and help next of kin

with anything they need.

Any idea why Petty Officer
Murphy's wife

lives in New Orleans?

I was only told there
was a family situation.

Okay, well, after
you speak with her,

we're gonna need to ask
her some questions.

Of course.

Hi.

MONTEZ:
Mrs. Murphy?

I'm Lieutenant Montez
with the United States Navy.

No.

May we come in?

(crying)

SARAH:
Lieutenant Montez

is going to stay with you, Dad.

HANNAH:
I hate this part of the job.

Never gets easier.

(quietly):
Thanks.

Looks like you got
your hands full.

My dad had a massive
stroke a few months back.

His body's failing,
but his mind's still sharp.

Is that what brought you
back here from Jacksonville?

Yeah. We can't afford nurses
most of the time,

so I'm here on my own.

And Brayden flies in
to help on the weekends.

The separation must have been
hard on both of you.

Yeah.

Brayden understood.

This farm's been in my family
for generations.

My dad doesn't
have much time,

and it's where he wants to be.

So, Brayden flew in yesterday?

The Navy's been real supportive,

letting him hop
transport planes space-A.

HANNAH:
Did Brayden
mention anyone

threatening him recently?

Why would someone threaten him?

I don't know. We're just trying
to figure out what happened.

No.

Not that I ever
heard about.

He would've said
something.

Well, has he been
acting strangely?

He's been stressed.

We both have.

The farm was struggling

before Dad got sick.

(sobs)

I can't believe he's gone.

You have any idea
where Brayden was last night?

He was supposed to be flying
back to Jacksonville.

In and out
in the same day.

He always take such short trips?

I mean, not usually.

You're making it sound
like he did something wrong.

We're just trying to get
a clearer picture

of what happened. That's it.

He said he was called
back to base.

Brayden was
a good man.

The best I've ever known.

He didn't deserve this.

Murphy's C.O. confirms
that he had special dispensation

to fly home on weekends.

HANNAH:
But we checked
the records.

There was no flights flying
into Jacksonville last night.

Okay, then Murphy lied to his
wife or she lied to us.

Mm.

HANNAH:
Oh. Someone had
a nice morning.

I'd rather not discuss it.

You know, people make really
good money dumpster diving.

Just in case this whole
NCIS thing doesn't work out.

(laughs sarcastically)

You know, I ruined a perfectly
good suit for nothing.

The only thing that I found
was rotten food, smelly socks,

and moldy newspapers.

GREGORIO:
And on that

delicious bit of specificity,

the bank just sent over
Sarah's financials.

(Hannah chuckles)

What, the family farm
was in foreclosure?

Yeah, until someone
started making

cash payments on it
two weeks ago.

PRIDE:
Four payments

of $9,500.

Just small enough to
keep from being flagged.

All from different branches.

Sarah said that they couldn't
afford nursing care.

Where'd they get their hands
on that kind of money?

And why are they trying
to keep it all under the radar?

Well, Murphy worked
Fleet and Family Readiness.

Lot of discretionary funds
there.

You think he was skimming money
from his job at the Navy?

I don't know.
I'll call Jacksonville,

have them double-check
their accounts.

What is this, Casual Fridays?

(chuckles)

(laughs):
You got something, P?

Metadata from Murphy's cell

shows it was pinging
off this tower

hours before he ended
up in the dumpster.

Well, there's nothing
there around for miles.

What was he doing out there?

Whatever it was,

he was there
for at least 30 minutes.

Okay, maybe that's the
original crime scene.

Which could be anywhere within
a mile radius of the tower.

How are we gonna
narrow that down?

I may or may not
have some software

that could help you out.

Oh. Is it legal?

It's... proprietary.

PRIDE:
Or we could just use
some old-fashioned

shoe leather.

Let's take a
drive, Carter.

Call the bank.

Find out who made
those payments.

On it.

CARTER:
You sure you checked
all the accounts?

All right, thanks.

Murphy's C.O. says
no money's missing.

So where'd all
that cash come from?

♪ The things that I used to do ♪

♪ Lord, I won't do no more... ♪

You like Guitar Slim?

Would they let you into
New Orleans if you don't?

"Along About Midnight"
or "Bad Luck Blues"?

"Sufferin' Mind."

"Sufferin'..."

Interesting.

♪ Lord, I won't do no more... ♪

(tablet blipping)

We're here.

CARTER:
What was Murphy doing out here?

Well, he didn't shoot himself
and jump into that dumpster,

so meeting someone seems
like the likely answer.

Yeah, but why here?

Carter?

Well, it looks like it
ran off the road.

I don't see
any shell casings.

No blood.

This might not be
our murder site.

Brayden Murphy

might not have died out here.

But someone else did.

Local PD's on the way
with a forensics unit.

You know,
if the driver lost control

and hit this tree...

it could've flipped
him right over.

Yeah, you think Murphy was
in the car when it crashed?

Well, Loretta didn't mention any
injuries consistent with that,

but could've been.

I'll pull the registration.

Might give us
an I.D. on the driver.

Whoever he was,
he's been dead a while.

What the hell was Murphy doing
out here at all last night?

I don't know,

but he wasn't alone.

Got two sets
of footprints.

So... who else was

out here with him?

PATTON:
Clay Bledsoe, Sarah's brother.

She has a brother?

Made all four payments
on the loan.

That is something
she should have mentioned.

He's got a record-- joyriding

and petty theft,
all when he was younger.

So maybe she didn't want
to mention it 'cause she

was afraid he had something
to do with Murphy's death.

Sarah's phone's going
straight to voice mail.

Well, the brother could've been
the other person

at the accident scene
with Murphy.

Want me to run
a trace on his phone?

Yeah, and Sarah's, too.
We need to talk to both of 'em.

What do you have for me,
Loretta?

Other than a full house?

Oh, well my initial assessment
on Mr. Murphy was correct.

It's a single gunshot
to the chest,

piercing the
left atrium.

There's no other signs
of trauma that would

tie him
to a car accident.

Anything to help us find
the original crime scene?

The body was too contaminated
from the dumpster

to yield anything useful.

I did, however,
find an identity

on the driver
of the car you found.

It's a Jace Lennon.

Oh, that's
an extensive rap sheet.

Been picked up for possession
of drugs, weapons...

Well, based on
decomp, Mr. Lennon

died about
two weeks ago

from a crush injury
from the crash.

A lot of storms
blowing through then.

Could be what caused him
to run off the road.

Hmm. Oh!

Another suit,
Agent Carter?

How many of those
do you have?

One less than I had
this morning.

(Pride and Wade chuckle)

I hope you haven't been
terrorizing my lab techs again.

Uh, no, just
motivating them

to process the evidence
a little faster.

That get you a lot of friends
in the lab, Marine?

Friends, no.

Results, yes.

Hundred-dollar bills?

Mm-hmm.

These were loose on the roof of
the car, on the driver's side.

Both those windows were still
in place, weren't they?

Yes, only the rear passenger
window was knocked out.

You're thinking
someone broke it?

Could be.

Which might mean these
hundreds weren't alone,

that there were more

in a bag in the back,
maybe a lot more.

All right, let's find out
what kind of bills

Clay used to pay off that loan.

Thank you, Loretta.

Mm-hmm.

Always good to see you,
Dr. Wade.

Likewise, Agent Carter.

So... the car crashes
two weeks ago.

Sometime after that,

Murphy and Clay find it.

Driver's dead,
$40,000 in the car.

Right, at least $40K.
Everyone's desperate

to save the family farm,
so they decide to keep it.

Sarah's brother starts paying
down the debt right after that.

But why go back there
last night?

Well, actually,
Clay's the only one

we know for sure
had the money.

Maybe Murphy just
found out about it?

Forced Clay to take him
out there to see the car?

Murphy puts
two and two together.

Figures our accident victim
was a courier.

Wanted no part of it.

So Clay killed him.

But why not just
leave the body?

Why dump it miles away?

(sighs)

That's an excellent question,

and not one I have
an answer for.

See, that is the difference
between me and you.

I would've never
said that out loud.

(chuckles)

GREGORIO:
Why didn't you tell me
the girlfriend

was at Naomi's game?
Talk about burying the lede.

I didn't think
it was important.

Hey, Patton says GPS on Sarah's
phone puts her within 50 yards.

You didn't think that
this was important?

You still have your divorce
papers sitting in the top

drawer of your desk.

Um...

I was looking
for a paper clip!

Look, I'm gonna get
around to it, okay?

Whoa, whoa, here she is.

HANNAH:
What do you think is in the bag?

GREGORIO:
Must be the money.

Why is she stopping?

What's she up to?

GREGORIO:
Hey, Sarah.

Now's not a good time.

Who's this?

You said you would come alone.

I did.

NCIS. I'm gonna need you
to stand up, sir.

(sighs)

Hey, stop!

GREGORIO: Stop!

Wait! You don't understand
what's happening.

HANNAH:
Yeah, I think
it's pretty clear.

Come on.

Freeze!

Suspect down!

What have you done?

Our jobs.

I got to say, I didn't peg
you for a drug dealer.

I'm not dealing drugs.

I'm trying to save
my brother's life!

Looks like we were right
about our dead guy

in the car being a courier.

Sarah made a lot of bad choices,
but she still doesn't read

like the kind of person
who'd want to be a drug dealer.

Even to make her dad's
final days more comfortable?

Look, I'm with Gregorio.

Her and her husband were
doing everything right.

Maybe they could wrap their
minds around using the money,

but a duffle full of heroin?

I mean, that's
a whole other league.

Sarah said, "I was just
trying to save my brother"?

Yeah.

If whoever this
belongs to tracked them down,

odds are they killed Murphy.

Why not kill Clay, too?

I don't know.

But if I was a bad guy,
I wouldn't walk away

from $500,000 worth
of heroin, would you?

That is not mine.

I swear I'd never
seen it before.

I found it in the closet
in my father's bedroom.

These people killed
your husband.

I know.

They will kill
your brother.

You said Clay's
in trouble, right?

Well, you want us
to believe you,

then you got
to tell us everything.

Not long ago, we got

a foreclosure notice
on the house.

There wasn't any money
to make payments,

so I decided to
go to the bank

and beg for more time.

But before I could,
the account manager

told me that Clay
had made the payments.

Did you ask him
where he got the money?

He told me he was
out riding his ATV,

and came across
this wrecked car.

Money was in
the backseat.

In a duffle,
he said.

Did you go check it out?

No, I didn't know what
to do, so I told Brayden.

He told Clay we had
to return the money.

So they went
to the car to try

to figure out who it
belonged to, yes?

Yeah, Brayden found

the driver's phone,
he told Clay to go home,

and then he, he must
have set up a meeting.

But Brayden didn't
know about the drugs.

Clay never told
either of us.

Where's your brother now?

After you left, I got a call.

Some guy saying he'd

kill Clay if I didn't
give them back their stuff.

He wasn't
bluffing.

They'd killed Brayden

'cause he showed up without it.

I couldn't just do nothing.

PRIDE:
No, you couldn't.

However, since he called you,

it means we can find him.

But you're gonna have to help.

Hello.

Hey.

Oh, my God, Mom.

Hey.

Did you have a good time
at the show?

It was amazing,
like, the best ever.

Yeah?

I have to
tell you, Hannah,

I never really got
musical theater,

but I'm a convert.

Those songs
are catchy.

Did you finish packing?

I think.

So no?

Yeah.

Get in there.

Okay.

Come on, I'll help.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I should have
told you, but

I got called into work,
emergency faculty meeting.

On a Saturday?

Yeah, on a Saturday.

Naomi really wanted to go,
so Veronica took her.

I'm not really sure that I'm
comfortable with our daughter

hanging out with some woman.

Her name's Veronica.

And I thought you liked her.

Yeah, whether or not
I like her is irrelevant.

Look, you ran
your background checks.

You know she's a good person.

So you get to just throw
all the ground rules

right out the window?

(laughter)

Hi. What's so funny?

You had to be there, Dad.

Oh, Hannah, can I pour you

a glass of wine or...?

No, no, no.

We should get going.

RYAN:
It's all right.

I'm, uh, I'm tired anyway.

Give me a hug.

VERONICA:
We had the best time.

You've got a
great girl there.

Yeah.

Yeah, we can agree on that.

Okay, see you.

See you later.
Have fun.

Bye.

Bye, Dad.

See ya. Bye.

Later, Veronica.

Yep.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

GREGORIO:
Hey, pumpkin. How's your mom?

(sighs):
Oh, you know...

the surgery went well,
so she's back to her...

old self.

Oh? Is that
why you're hiding out

in what appears to be a closet?

Yeah. I've, uh, recently
been reminded of why I had put

some distance
between the two of us.

Come on.
Pride wants us ready to roll

as soon as they have an address.

I'm always ready, Carter.

Hey. Go easy
on your mother.

All right?

It's just, she's so bossy,
you know?

Like you, when you have
a little tiny cold.

But your mother
just had major surgery.

Uh, first of all,
I had the flu, okay?

And second of all,
she had laparoscopic surgery.

All right, whatever.

Just send your mother my love.

And do yourself a favor,

be a good, supportive son, okay?

I just need you to be
a good, suppor...

(chuckles):
Family's tough.

Yeah. Love 'em or hate 'am,
depending on the day.

Well, sometimes both
at the same time.

Yeah.

PRIDE:
Sarah.

You remember what to say?

Yes.
(sniffles)

But I'm not sure
if I can do this.

Listen, you just need to
keep him on the phone

for a couple of seconds.

(takes deep breath)

(whispers):
Ready?

Ready.

You ready?

Y-Yes.

(breath trembles)

(line rings)

LUKE:
Yeah?

What's going on?

I did what you said.

Then why don't I have my stuff?

I've been waiting in the park

for hours,
and your guy isn't here.

You called the cops, didn't you?

No, I didn't!

I've been calling him,

and he hasn't answered!

I don't know where he is,

but I'm here on the bench.

If you want me

to do something else,
just tell me what to do.

Sarah!

Clay?

Look, I don't know what kind of
game you're playing at here...

I'm not.
Please don't hurt my brother.

...but you're not gonna like
how it turns out.

(beep)

(dial tone)

You said

he'd want to set
another meet.

You just did.

Got an address?

109 South Church Street.

That's my house.

He's at my house!

All right, Patton,

you monitor from here.

I'll have Roy watch Sarah.

You got it.

I'm going with you.

No. It's too
dangerous.

Please. I need to know
my dad's okay.

I promise you

I'll do everything we can
to take care of your family.

Sarah.

I know you're scared,

but if there's anybody I'd trust
to take care of my family,

it's Dwayne Pride.

(quietly):
All right,

we need to move
with caution.

Have to assume that whoever
has Clay is still in there.

Probably heavily armed.

Let's split up.

Gregorio and I
will take the back.

Okay.

(panting)

Breach.

NCIS.

NCIS.

(muffled grunting in distance)

(muffled grunting continues)

We're law enforcement.

You're safe.

Thank God.

Thank you.

Okay.

Are you okay?

(panting)

There's no sign
of anyone.

We're too late.

Hey.

How's Sarah's dad?

We took him
to the hospital.

He's in stable condition.

And the aide?

Traumatized,
but they

didn't physically harm her.

She said Clay and
his captors arrived

in a black truck.

I got Patton
looking into it now.

Was she able
to identify

any names or descriptions?

GREGORIO:
Nothing useful.

The guys were wearing masks.

But she did say
that Clay

insisted that
his sister had the drugs

and that she'd be back
to return them.

Yeah, clearly,
they weren't buying that.

They tore the house apart.

The lab actually I.D.'d the guy

that she was meeting
at the park.

(beeping)

Blaine Osborne.

Rap sheet goes back
15 years.

I'll cross-reference Osborne
with our dead driver

Jace Lennon and start running
known associates.

PRIDE:
I'll check back in

with Patton, see how he's doing

finding that black truck.

Find anything?

Too much.

Turns out the only traffic
cam out by that farm

is at a major
intersection.

You know how many black trucks
pass through that way?

Sarah's brother may not
have that much time.

Ah.

Send me half.

You're just running
registrations, right?

Yeah, I am.

I'm not sure how I feel
about you driving

in my lane.

Well, imagine
how you're gonna feel

when I find these guys
before you do.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

It's on.

Hey, guys. What'd I miss?

HANNAH:
Hey, Sebastian.

I didn't expect you back
so soon.

Well.

How's your mom?

GREGORIO:
Don't tell me
you left her

at the hospital.

No, actually,

I-I took your advice
and hung with her

the whole time,
till she insisted

that I leave.

Didn't see that one coming, huh?

Yeah, well,

I guess Janice told her

she has to work
on her codependency issues.

Who's Janice?

Her new "therapist."

GREGORIO:
Well, your timing's perfect,
because I was just about

to take these flowers
that I found at Sarah's house

to the lab for analysis.

The men who have Clay
tracked it in on their shoes.

Well, luckily for you guys,
I was top in my class

in forensic botany.

Oh.

Aha.

Stumped?

Papaver somniferum.

Opium poppies.

They're growing poppies?

Yeah, except they
don't grow in the wild

down here,
so they must be cultivated.

You'd need a lot of space

for an operation like that.

Secluded land, preferably,
to fly under the DEA's radar.

All right, I'll tell Pride.

Yeah.

You know, botany's one of the
more underrated of the sciences.

You'd be surprised at
how fascinating it is.

Huh.

I would indeed.

GREGORIO:
Hey.

May have found something.
So, the evidence

from Sarah's house indicates

the guys may have been
in a poppy field.

You lose, sucka!

PRIDE:
Okay.

It was a friendly competition.

What you got, P?

Okay, found a black
truck registered

to Peter Shaw--
no stranger to the
criminal justice system.

GREGORIO:
Any connection

to a Blaine Osborne
or Jace Lennon?

(typing)

Shaw and Osborne,
they both were moving oxy

out of clinics
in Century City

seven or eight years ago.

Mm-hmm?

Then Osborne got pinched.

GREGORIO:
Pride.

You know this guy?

Yeah.

He's wanted
in connection

with... a bombing

back in 2015.

The Marine Relief Gala.

That bomb was meant for you.

Shaw tried
to kill you?

He was working
for a woman

we believe bankrolled
the operation, though...

we were never able to prove it.

(typing)

PATTON:
Sasha Broussard.

Should I know who that is?

It was back
before your time here.

When the Italian mob
got run out of town

in the '90s,
the Broussard syndicate

swept in to fill the void.

Sasha was behind it all.

Eventually, Pride put
her where she belongs:

behind bars.

Where you going, Pride?

See if I can get
some answers.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Dwayne.

Been a long time, Sasha.

Oh,

four years, ten months and
24 days, but who's counting?

You should know I've advised
my client that this meeting

is not in her best interests.

But how could I

say no to you?

Foxy, sit.

Down.

(whines softly)

Stay.

Training service dogs?

Must be trying hard
to win points

with the parole board.

Oh.

You have always assumed
the worst about me, Dwayne.

Not till you gave me

good reason to.

Listen, before you
say whatever it is

that you came
here to say...

I'm sorry.

I know it doesn't
mean much...

You're right.

...but I have been waiting
a really long time

to say it.

I'm a different woman

than the one that you
knew five years ago.

You'll forgive me if I don't
take your word for that.

Well, okay, well...
l-let me prove it to you.

What do you need?

You know these men?

Oh, yeah.

That's Pete Shaw and...

Blaine something or other.

They work for you?

Pete once or twice,

maybe, but not this one.

Um, no, they were
mostly Luke's guys.

Luke who?

Doucet. My cousin.

Who is a real mean
son of a bitch.

What did he do?

Kidnapping, murder.

Dealing heroin.

I need to find him.

Oh... but I've been out
of the life for years.

You want to prove to me
how much you've changed?

Then think. Anything...

that might point me
in the right direction.

Uh... Well, you said heroin?

Ms. Broussard.

Right, right.

Of course, I have
no direct knowledge

about anything like that,
but hypothetically speaking,

Luke would need
a distribution contact.

Actually, we believe that
he may be growing opium poppies

and manufacturing
his own heroin.

Okay, well, then,

he would need a lot of acres,
wouldn't he?

Um, somewhere out of the way,

where the poppies
weren't easily spotted?

You know where he is.

Actually,

a letter from you,

Agent Pride,
attesting

to my client's help
and rehabilitation

would go a long way in making
things more comfortable

for her in here.

I don't even know

if she's got anything useful.

My family

owns land that fits the bill.

And Luke definitely
knows about it.

So the question on the
table is, how badly

do you want to know where
to find Luke Doucet?

(sighs)

(Foxy whining)

HANNAH:
Sebastian's still at the
roadblock waiting for DEA.

They're about ten minutes out.

Well, if Clay's in there,
we can't wait that long.

Yeah, Doucet's gonna
want to protect

his investment at all cost.

Guards inside.

PRIDE:
And outside.

We're gonna have to time
our entrance carefully.

How do you want to play this?

They got doors
at the south and west sides.

Khoury and I will
take the south.

You and I will go west.

(rock music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

LUKE (in distance):
You and that sister of yours
must think I'm stupid!

CLAY:
No, I don't.
I-I don't think that.

LUKE:
Then how do we find ourselves
in this situation?

CLAY:
I-I don't know
what you want me to say.

LUKE:
Start telling the truth!

CLAY:
I am! I-- I swear!

LUKE:
Last chance. Where's my stuff?

CLAY:
My sister's got the bag.

She'll give it to you.

LUKE:
Except she hasn't!

Maybe she needs
some motivation, hmm?

Unless you're hiding a half mil
in heroin someplace on you.

Huh?

I didn't think so.

(gunshot)

NCIS!

Hands in the air!

(grunts)

(groans)

Freeze, Doucet.

Stop! Don't move!

(gunfire continues)

Hey, you okay?

Just get me out of here.

I can't yet.

Stay low to the ground.

Need a little help here, guys.

SEBASTIAN:
We're coming in now.

Doucet's getting away.

I got this.

(screams)

Drop it.

AGENT:
DEA!

(shouting)

Hands on your head.

(shouting)

Down! Down!

Turn around. Come on.

Hands on your head.

Good shooting.

(exhales):
Thanks.

(gate closes)

Clay.

Is Dad okay?

Yes.

He'll be glad you're safe.

I wanted to fix things, Sarah.

Make sure Dad could
stay in the house.

I know.

I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.

For Brayden to get...

I'm so sorry.

DEA needs to take him now.

(gate opens)

I don't know if I
can get over this.

Forgive him.

Maybe, maybe not.

But you need to take care
of your dad now.

Time will take care
of everything else.

(crying)

It's okay.

It's all right. It's all right.

(insects chirping)

(unlocks door)

Oh, hey.

Hey.
(chuckles)

Come in.

Thanks.

Uh... Veronica here?

No, no. She's out, but, um...

I'm glad you're here,

'cause there's-there's something
I want to say to you.

Yeah, I wanted to say something
to you, too. Um...

I'm-I'm sorry
about yesterday.

I'm not here to talk
about yesterday.

I mean, I didn't love
your decision, but I...

I may have overreacted.

No.

No, I should have, uh,
I should have asked you

about Veronica first.

Sorry.

(laughs softly)

(sighs)

This year has
been really hard.

With Van Cleef getting
NCIS to censure me,

being demoted, us.

You handled
everything beautifully.

By letting life
happen around me.

(exhales)

Here.

Divorce papers.

I signed them.

Why now?

Just been stuck.

I... felt like

it was time to do something, you
know, take control of my life

where I can.

Plus... Veronica's...

she's great,
and I can see that now.

Yeah, we're-we're very happy.

So is Naomi.

I guess I just needed

to see that you
were gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay, too.

So, uh...

So, this is it.

You know I'll...

You know I'll always love you.

Me, too.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Dwayne, well, how'd it go?

Did you get Luke?

Yep. But you're gonna lose
that nice piece of property.

(chuckles) I always did think
that Luke was a jerk.

Uh, your people are okay?

Everyone's whole.

I'm so glad.
The last thing that you need

is another Broussard
hurting people you love.

Letter y'all asked for.

Whoa.

It's not very long.

Couldn't fit a few more nice
things about me in here?

You asked
for a commendation.

I gave it to you.

Yes, and I appreciate it.
Uh-- Dwayne.

Dwayne.

Do you ever wonder what could
have happened between us

if I had cleaned my act up
years earlier?

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Not for a moment.

Take care, Sasha.

See you around.

(door closes)

This should be enough to
get your sentence reduced.

What now?

Get me out of here.

Dwayne Pride and I have
unfinished business.

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