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So what should we do?

- There is no way...
- Look, a few businesses

- is nothing compared to...
- Okay, all right.

Let's take it down a notch, everybody.

You're making an assumption.
The mayor thinks that she's...

A-All right, that-that's enough.

I didn't seek to be the
foreman of this commission.

You all voted me in.
Please let me do my job.

Deputy Mayor Reyes

is here to represent the mayor's office.

Mayor Taylor extends her appreciation

to each of you for joining this team,

especially those of you who were tested

and able to be here in person.

The mayor has full confidence in you.

We're expecting great results here.

But what do those results

look like?

Action plans

to put in front of the city council.

Mayor wants you to tackle the issues

that have been plaguing
this town for decades.

Systemic inequality.

We all sadly know

that this town was born of it.

Educational racism.
Rental and mortgage bias.

Racial and gender wage
gap. Homelessness...

The list goes on and on.

That's why you're all here.

Leaders across a
variety of city sectors.

Mayor's calling you

the Crescent City 2.0 Commission.

I'm all for a better future,

as long as we don't vilify everything

that's brought us this far.

The best thing to change this town quick

is to focus on the biggest
problem in the room:

the New Orleans Police Department.

And how is the department
a problem, Ms. Briggs?

Let me count the ways.

Discrimination, corruption, brutality...

You're talking about the
old police department.

When I was superintendent,
I changed all that.

You put a Band-Aid on
a gaping chest wound.

Retired with honors.

But your cops think they run this city.

They forget they're supposed
to work for the people.

Allie.

Michael, we're all
on the same side here.

Are we, Dwayne? Really?

You hear how this
radical is talking to me?

If this is gonna work,
we need brutal honesty.

Tactful honesty would suffice.

I call out fascism when I see fascism.

You let the barbarians
through the gate here.

What did you call me?

Enough with the name-calling.

All right?

You see problems?

This is where we find solutions.

But...

we got to work within the system.

I'm not here to work with
the same old failed solutions

from a broken system. I'm
here to change the game.

Grievances are easy.

Actions take resolve. Compromise.

People are dying in the streets

and you expect them to compromise?

So what should we do? Burn the city

to the ground and start fresh?

We don't have to burn down the city.

Just the establishment.

Now, listen here...

I think we need to be careful
with the words that we use here.

We don't need to break down...

If you think you're
gonna defund the police...

If we can't be civil together,
then we cannot work together.

That girl is dangerous.

And this meeting is a waste of time.

Michael.

Come on back and sit...

- Michael!
- Look,

the mayor chose us to work together

for a reason.

We must be civil.

Good. Now we can all get to work.

I think that's enough for today.

Well... I'll say that
went better than expected.

I'm just saying

it'll feel weird not to see you tonight.

And tomorrow night. That freak you out?

Come on.

All right. I can't wait
to see you, too. Bye.

What?

Don't "what" me. Give me the deets.

What's up with Kara?

- She's doing well, thanks.
- Oh? How well?

- Quite well, Hannah.
- Come on.

Welcome to a curiously
enigmatic crime scene, ladies.

Enigmatic? That's a 25-cent word.

Thank you.

Our victim is Todd VonRoenn,
janitor at Stennis Space Center.

Oh? When does NCIS get
called on an accidental death

of a civilian support staff? Since NOPD

found this stashed
in the victim's house.

What's this card gain access to?

Restricted labs at Stennis.

And our victim had
no security clearance.

- Okay, well, that is an enigma.
- Yeah.

Now you're feeling my
synonym-of-the-day vibe.

You think he was murdered?

Sebastian sure does.

Found some questionable
marks on the victim's head.

Got the body loaded up now

to take back to Dr. Wade.

This all has the whiff of espionage.

Whatever VonRoenn was
doing with this key card

could be what got him killed.

There's a few bags of size
4 diapers in here, Audra.

Baby Jack is shooting up like a weed.

He'll need 'em before I see you again.

Can't thank you enough, Ms. Devereaux.

And Mr. Dwayne.

Well, you just keep
that baby fat and happy.

That's all the thanks we need.

Hey, Ms. D.

- Hey.
- Man,

you got this food pantry running like

a well-oiled machine
thanks to you and Jimmy.

Well, just trying to do my
part in these strange times.

Yeah, well, I'm sure folks
appreciate it more than you know.

I appreciate feeling
like I'm a real part

- of a neighborhood again.
- Glad you're fighting the good fight.

It's why I came to see you.

Oh, what-what's up?

My friend Diana,

her son Erik was arrested last night...

- Robbing a couple at knifepoint.
- Oh, yikes.

That's a ten-year minimum.

Except Erik didn't do
it. He's a good kid.

Plus, he was blocks
away from the robbery.

But he fits the victims'
vague description,

so he was arrested on the spot.

I take it there was no other witnesses?

Their word against his.

Listen, Diana works three
jobs just to make ends meet.

She's strapped for cash; she
came to me for the bail money.

So I gave it to her,
but she got to the jail,

- they wouldn't release Erik.
- Why?

Something about he had a
fight in the holding cell.

Diana needs an attorney's help.

Your state license?

It still valid?

Good day, Loretta.

Not for this poor soul.

Nor the poor soul
standing in front of me.

Zahra reached out. Said you were a lamb

led to the slaughter.

Well, I will admit
that the first meeting

of the mayor's commission
was less than ideal.

I was told you had a mutiny.

Well, I wasn't thrown overboard yet.

Who was leading the mutineers?

Michael Holland.

Former police superintendent.

He isn't exactly interested in
working with tomorrow's leaders.

It seems to me someone should show them

that they share a common goal.

If only there was someone
on the commission who knew

better than anyone about
how to put the city first.

This meant to be a pep talk?

That's your challenge,
Dwayne. Be the bridge.

We'll see if I'm up to the task.

Meantime,

Carter and Sebastian right to think

our janitor was murdered?

The weight of the car
did crush his body,

but that's not what killed him.

He bled out first from
this cranial fracture.

The depth of the wound had to
be created by an external force.

Like someone slammed
his head into something?

And then shoved him underneath the car

to make it look like an accident.

If VonRoenn was stealing
secrets from Stennis,

that someone may have
decided he was a loose end.

Well, allow me to confirm
that our janitor here

was VonRunnin' away
with pilfered secrets.

Thought that one was pretty
good, actually. Feel like...

Agree to disagree.

O-Okay.

What'd you find, Sebastian?

Well, this was hidden in the door lining

of VonRoenn's car.

It's an LLZO ceramic membrane.

Li7La3Zr2O12 ceramics...

It's future tech. Specifically,
it's future battery tech.

I bet you that the scientists
at Stennis are working on that.

Yeah, well, if they are,

I'm guessing VonRoenn used the key card

that NOPD found at his
house to steal this.

But why are batteries worth killing for?

That was Stennis. Sebastian was right.

VonRoenn cloned a key card
belonging to an engineer

working on next-gen lithium-ion
batteries for the Navy.

How long did VonRoenn have the card?

Engineer said he misplaced the card

about a year ago.

Found it a few hours later,
so he didn't report it.

Was anything missing from the labs?

Not on the initial sweep,
but a closer inspection

revealed several battery
models had been tampered with.

It was happening for months.

- So he was stealing tech.
- But for who?

VonRoenn's file doesn't
suggest any connection

to a foreign agency or government.

Yeah, otherwise he wouldn't
have passed the background check

- to get the job.
- So he was approached

after he was employed at Stennis.

That means a partner.

A partner who could've killed him.

What exactly are these

fancy-schmancy batteries for?

Navy's push for greener technologies.

Stennis is designing these to power

transport vehicles and trucks.

Yeah, but it's more than that.

It's the future of energy.

Lithium-ion batteries are
a $30 billion industry,

keeps growing every year.

If VonRoenn was murdered to cover up

who he was working with...

Then does it stop with him?

Or are more bodies gonna pile up

to protect this investment?

Gregorio and Sebastian find
anything at the janitor's house

that connects him to a partner?

Yeah, they're tearing it apart now.

Aside from the ceramic film
found in VonRoenn's car,

there's no trace of those batteries.

- What about the killer?
- Suspect knew what he was doing.

Left no physical evidence
at the crime scene.

Slipped in and out
almost without a trace.

Almost?

Next-door neighbor came
across an unknown man

in the alley outside VonRoenn's house.

- Yeah, about an hour before TOD.
- Description?

It was dark. She said
he had a thick beard

and sinewy frame.

"Sinewy"?

That's Carter's words,
not the neighbor's.

She said he was lean and muscular.

Why use two words when
you can use a single,

stronger one? Sinewy.

The neighbor's sitting down
with the sketch artist now.

Okay, VonRoenn

had no clear ties to
a foreign government,

no obvious ideology.

And that leaves only
one very powerful motive.

Profit.

Explains him purchasing a classic car

on a janitor's salary.

Got to be a money trail.

And you know Triple-P
gonna bring you the goods.

- What you got, P?
- I got you a receipt

to a safety-deposit box our
janitor opened 12 months ago.

That lines up with when VonRoenn

cloned those key cards
to access those labs.

We get access to the box?

U.S. Attorney got a warrant.
The box was stuffed with cash.

50K and change.

Bank records show that VonRoenn

was accessing the box
about every other month.

Yeah, he was getting
paid in installments.

We can find that trail.

Track his movements to
locate who was paying him.

That could be our partner.

And maybe our killer.

Yeah.

Are you, uh, comfortable
calling in a favor

from your friends at DIA?

Yeah, I can get them
scanning for chatter

about battery tech.

Yeah, I'll check back in soon.

Right now I've got to go meet

with a stubborn old mule.

If this is a "play nice" meeting,

you're wasting your breath.

Oh, this is a "you're being
an ass" meeting, Michael.

Nothing my wife doesn't
tell me every morning.

Doesn't change things.
Can't work with Allie Briggs.

Well, this isn't about
you. It's about the future.

And it's a bleak one for these kids

who are ready to inherit it.

It's time for a change.

There you go, drinking the Kool-Aid.

Look at everything that we've
experienced this past year.

The protests, the marches...

Chaos, looting.

Oh, you're smarter than that.

There's always gonna be
opportunists, bad actors.

But the vast majority of
these folks are peaceful.

I put my career on the line
helping change the department,

and all that girl sees
is what's still wrong.

Because there's a lot
that's still wrong.

You wouldn't be on this commission

if you didn't see its value.

- That girl, Dwayne...
- She's opinionated.

But only because she's passionate,

and she's young.

Don't you remember what that felt like?

Vaguely.

We've had our time.

It's her time now.

Let's help her shepherd this city

that we both love

into a new future.

The girl's got no respect.

To get respect, you've
got to give respect.

And that young woman registered
more first-time voters

in this city, in this last election,

than in the previous five combined.

Mayor Taylor handpicked
Allie for this commission

because she gets results.

You got to give her a chance.

I just can't thank you
enough for meeting with me

so quickly, Ms. Devereaux.

Well, Patton says you're good people.

I always have time for good people.

Lay out what happened to Erik.

Well, the first thing you need to know:

my boy walks the straight and narrow.

He's got a job, attends
community college,

even sings in the church choir.

He's got no reason to rob anyone.

So Erik was mistaken for the suspect?

He said the police rolled up on him

near St. Claude and Louisa.

He'd just got off
shift at the drug store.

Well, why him?

His jacket.

The suspect was wearing a
denim jacket; Erik was, too.

Couple who was robbed
was shown his picture.

Said he done it.

You know they say all
young Black men look alike.

Why was the bail money refused?

There was a fight in
the jail last night.

The judge pulled bail at
the arraignment this morning.

- So Erik was involved in a fight?
- No.

He got jumped. Tried to defend himself.

Guard came in to break
it up and caught an elbow.

And no one's backing his story?

In the bullpen, you see nothing
if you want to see the next day.

My boy was charged for
a crime he didn't commit.

The court date isn't for weeks.

He's gonna lose everything

if he has to rot in jail that long.

Was Erik assigned a public defender?

Legal aid handled the arraignment.

But Erik doesn't quality for
a PD because he's got a job.

Yeah.
- Look, we're not indigent,

but we get by paycheck to paycheck.

A broken system only hurts the broke.

Let's see if we can do
something about that.

Any luck tracing VonRoenn's movements

on the days he went to the bank?

Every trip VonRoenn made
to his safety-deposit box

came after a visit to Yachtvana.

A private marina out near Diamond Head

owned by Jorge Pérez.

It appears Pérez was the
American dream fulfilled.

His family found refuge here
during the Mariel boatlift.

Turned his passion for water
into multiple businesses...

Boat charters, seaplanes.

Legit on the surface, sure,

but underneath, the dude
is 50 shades of shady.

He's into import/export.

What kind of import/export?

You name it. Fast boats,
exotic cars, exotic animals.

- Any contraband?
- Nothing proven.

But FBI and Customs have
been watching him for years.

Suspect he might be connected to
any number of criminal syndicates.

So he's a smuggler.

Why would he pay VonRoenn
to steal battery tech?

Pérez is a middleman.

We figure he's stepping
in for someone else.

Can you connect Pérez to
our mysterious bearded man?

Not yet.

So either Pérez closed the
loop by killing VonRoenn,

or the someone he's working with did.

You want to bring him in?

Can't go at him straight.

You got another angle?

Yeah.

We do.

Hey, Carter,

don't have too much fun out there, okay?

- This is work.
- Khoury, please.

I've been undercover
dozens of times, all right?

I know what I'm doing.

Uh-huh. Just remember,
you break it, you buy it.

You think of a name yet?

I've got Cristal waiting in the office,

if you're ready to christen her.

Hey, I never thought I'd meet
a woman too powerful for me,

but she might be.

Just like any woman,

you just need to listen to her. Mm.

What do you say?

If it was me, I'd say yes.

But the people I represent
are looking for something

more than, uh, good looks,
huh? They got practical needs.

I can tell you're working
hard to lose the accent.

Yeah.

My employer demands I, uh, assimilate.

- Port-au-Prince.
- Born there, but raised in Aux Cayes.

Gelée Beach, it's very beautiful!

Très Jolie.

Hey, you know, I've yet
to find a restaurant here

that serves up tonmtonm the right way.

Oh, I know.

What are the practical needs?

Enough cargo space for,
say, 100, 200 kilos,

and still remain fast.

How fast?

Fast enough to outrun
Coast Guard cutters.

Okay, that kind of fast.

I think I know what you mean.

And you can provide it?

'Cause my boss is looking
for six of them, maybe more.

You know, the "losing the accent" angle,

nice touch.

You almost had me there.

They teach that at Quantico these days?

- I don't understand.
- Or is it Glynco?

- I-I told you, man, I'm from Haiti.
- Sure, sure.

By way of the FBI.

Or Customs, or maybe DEA.

- Hey, are you suggesting I'm a Fed?
- No, no.

I'm announcing it.

And to whoever else is listening,

I'm not in the market to play games.

Now, if you're still
interested in my boat,

maybe you and your partners
can pool your resources.

- Otherwise...
- Well...

I mean, you can't blame
us for trying, right?

I can. But no one would care.

Catch you next time, huh?

All evidence to the contrary.
But, hey, "A" for effort.

- Pérez see you make your way over here?
- No.

Khoury, I know how to double back.

Okay?

Go ahead, let it out.

That was a master class
in undercover work.

You should be teaching at Quantico.

I almost had him.

Oh, sure, slugger.

- Accomplished one thing, though.
- Hmm?

The tracker I slipped in his jacket

is giving off a strong signal.

He's on the move.

He may not tell us
who he's working with,

but he'll show us.

Okay. Jorge Pérez just left the marina.

- Carter and Hannah are tailing him.
- All right.

Hope he leads us to whoever else
is behind our janitor's murder

and the stolen battery tech.

You really think a guy
who's selling fast boats

and exotic cars would
be involved in espionage?

If there's money to be made in it.

What if he's not
selling the battery tech?

I dug deeper into Pérez's financials.

This is a guy that primarily
deals in bro toys, right?

So why is he suddenly importing

high-strength alloyed steel,
silicon semiconductors,

miles of copper wiring?

Let's assume he's not
renovating his boathouse.

All these purchases are legit.

But he set up a shell
company to make them.

Yeah, he's building something.

And maybe the batteries are
gonna power whatever it is.

Whoever Pérez makes contact
with could be a buyer, a partner.

It could be our bearded suspect,

which would be great, because the BOLO

- we put out has come back with nothing.
- So right now,

our best lead is Pérez.

We follow him long enough,

we'll start getting answers.

This is the most

tedious stakeout I have ever been on.

Oh, yeah?

Is our suspect boring you?

Costco, Target.

Ricky's Discount Liquor?

I mean, he's more
suburban dad than smuggler.

Ugh, this is nothing.

I once sat 72 hours
on a blackmail suspect

who hit every HomeGoods in the
D.C. area for throw pillows.

I'm starving.

Well, if you'd have gotten
Pérez to incriminate himself,

we could be at Pêche right now

eating spicy ground shrimp noodles.

- And oysters.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Now you're just being cruel.

I think I have some
of these granola bars

from, uh, Naomi's soccer
snack. You want one?

When was the last
time she played soccer?

Eight months ago.

I'm good.

Suit yourself.

I imagine there's no immediate plans

to play soccer in the near future.

How's Naomi handling it all?

Oh, is Mr. Don't Ask Me
Any Personal Questions

asking me a personal question?

I asked about your daughter.
That is personal-adjacent.

And now I regret it.

Naomi's doing okay.

Making due. Just like the rest of us.

You know, it's not easy being
a tween through all this.

Yeah, sure, yeah. Her
friends are her lifeline.

Yeah. "Socially-distanced"
is a dirty word in our family.

But she knows it'll end someday, right?

I mean, she knows what
we tell her, but...

Here it is, not really ending.

Yeah, I know, all these months in,

I-I don't know what to do or not to do.

Wipe down the groceries or not?

Mask off outside, okay,
but mask off inside?

How many feet apart's safe?

And for how long?

It's confusing.

And even if you do everything right...

There's no guarantee
that it won't come around.

I mean, it's got be
even scarier for a kid.

Well, I mean, it's scary for all of us.

Yeah, but Naomi's losing
a chunk of her childhood.

That's not fair.

I feel bad for her.

But selfishly, I am kind of
enjoying all the extra time

- with her, you know, all those extra hugs?
- Oh, yeah.

Human contact. Ah,
that's something I miss.

You know, be selfish all you want.

What?

"Moskovskaya Udacha."

Is that some sort of pricey vodka?

Mm-mm, not pricey.

Authentic.

It's what the natives drink.

Okay, so why does Pérez
need three cases of it?

Hopefully he's not drinking alone.

Let's go.

Those salad plates do
something to offend you?

It's not right, Dwayne.

A lot of things aren't these days.

The file on Erik's arraignment
hearing was threadbare.

Rubber-stamped just to
push him through the system.

The good news is he's got
the best lawyer in town.

Well, at least he didn't
cave to taking a plea deal,

but the denial of bail could
ruin his life if he has to sit

in holding much longer.

- You talk to the judge?
- Yeah.

She's taking the guard's
word about the fight.

- Ugh.
- Deemed Erik a high-risk offender.

Cash bail system's nothing but a scam.

City's been debating it
for the last few years.

But yeah, it's problematic.

'Cause it's a poverty tax.

I mean, cash bail's been perverted

into a revenue-raising scheme.

Cities earn money

by keeping penniless folks behind bars

when they can't afford the
bondsman's nonrefundable fee.

Yeah, and if they plead not guilty,

they can wait months, sometimes years

before their case moves
through the system.

While their lives fall apart on
the outside, just like Erik's.

Well, the Rita I know

has never been one to
back down from a fight.

And neither will Counselor Devereaux.

If Erik is innocent,

there's got to be proof.

The D.A. and the judge expect
us to prove Erik innocent,

but that's not how the
system's supposed to work.

Y-You got to find a way to
get those charges dropped.

Oh, yeah. I'm gonna
pull their case apart

piece by piece until it's dust.

Okay, then. I'll tell ya,

I'd hate to be the prosecutor
assigned to this case.

I'm gonna fix this for Erik.

Make sure he gets his life back.

Good morning, everyone.

Our last meeting didn't
go quite as I was hoping.

Maybe because there's a certain
lack of respect in this room.

I'm talking about myself.

This group was created

to reflect the diversity
of voices in our great city.

And even if we disagree, we...

Or should I say I...
Got to learn to listen.

Thank you, Michael.

And in the spirit of respect

for our citizens of New Orleans,

I'd like to propose an initial idea

for this commission to
tackle: the cash bail system.

Uh, Ms. Briggs? I'm sure that
you have a few thoughts on this.

Remedial steps have been taken,

but that's not enough.

Too many people still suffer.

Cash bail's a complicated system, sure,

but it still serves a purpose.

I'm not looking to tear it down.

But there's got to be a middle
ground to protect those at risk.

Is this something you think
the mayor would get behind?

If we do the work

and present a reasonable plan, then yes.

I'll make sure she does.

Allie?

I'm sorry, Pride, I can't do this.

I quit.

Great.

I practically chased
Allie out the building.

She didn't give any
reason for storming out?

None. Doesn't make sense.

You got Holland to back
down, you brought up

one of her passion
projects... Cash bail...

You'd think she'd want a part of that.

And yet...

I don't have to tell you
that having Allie Briggs

quit the commission on day two

- is a bad look.
- And yet you are.

40% of New Orleans is
under the age of 30.

Allie represents that
40%. They love her.

They listen to her.

We need her to buy in on this.

It's a lot of pressure
to put on a young person.

She signed up for it.

Well, then, why would she step away

just when she was handed the microphone?

Find out, Dwayne.

Fix it.

You think we should tag
out with Hannah and Carter?

They've been watching Pérez all night.

Or you know what? We
could Postmates them

some coffee and doughnuts.
I think that'd be sweet.

You know? Maybe some scones?

No?

You think that's a bad
idea? The scones thing?

I just feel like Carter's a scones guy.

You can't really deny that, you know?

Hello?

Yoo-hoo.

Are you ignoring me?

- Geez, what's wrong with you?
- What?

Earbuds. Okay.

- Your hair is voluminous. I didn't know.
- Okay, well, the next time

I want to get your attention,
I'm gonna put my foot

- in your bony ass.
- Please don't.

I'm sorry, okay? What
are you listening to?

Let's talk about something else.

It's a phone call
Pérez took this morning.

Hannah and Carter caught his side.

Hola, Nico.

Sí, sí.

She's ready to go.

You gonna join us for
the gran celebración?

First of many.

Adiós, amigo.

- Who's Nico?
- No idea.

Patton tried to trace the signal,

but Pérez's sat phone routed the call

through a dozen systems
across the globe.

Hung up before Patton could get a lock.

Well, it definitely sounds like
he's getting ready to party down.

I mean, maybe toasting the
completion of whatever "she" is.

So you think "she" is powered
by these fancy batteries?

When you say it like
that, I picture, like,

this time-traveling Terminatrix,
you know, who's in, like,

- an all red...
- Can you just dial the nerd down by ten?

It's a boat, okay?

Boats are referred to in the feminine.

Yeah, so are cars and water spouts.

Yeah, but what car requires
metric tons of steel alloy?

Fair enough. So he's building a boat.

Built. Past tense.

Sounds like it's already
ready for delivery.

Yeah.

Unless we figure out who
Nico is, we're gonna lose her.

Rita, I done been through this footage

four times already now.

I got Erik leaving work,
but there's no camera

in the area where the couple got robbed.

Uh, maybe because we've been
looking in the wrong place.

The witness statements are conflicting.

Mugger took the couple's
cash and phones so the husband

ran a few blocks and
flagged down a cyclist

who called the cops.

NOPD met them at St.
Claude and St. Ferdinand.

Exactly. Which is where
they made the 911 call from,

but not where the crime happened.

No, the husband said the mugging
happened around the corner,

on Burgundy.

And the suspect ran east.

Except a detective followed up later

with the couple at their hotel.

And in her report,

the wife said it was
St. Roch and Burgundy.

That's three blocks in
the opposite direction.

Okay, so which street
corner did the crime occur?

The victims were out-of-towners.

And every other street in this
city is named after some saint.

It's an easy mistake.

I'm-a pull up every
camera on the other corner.

We just need the right angle,

and we should be able to clear Erik.

Damn!

Oh, Dwayne tells me
usually it's a "Bam!"

Yeah, I wish.

There is no camera on
the other corner either.

Who in the hell knows where
this robbery actually happened?

Not throwing the towel in yet, P.

Yeah, it's just

it's their word against Erik's.

That's never good for a Black man.

We don't need to prove

where it happened.

We just need to provide doubt.

You sure about this, Sebastian?

I'm looking at the receipts right now.

Pérez started renting a
property up there through

one of his shell companies right before

he got into business with the janitor.

Dude lives in a condo
in the French Quarter.

I mean, what's he need with this dump?

Probably connects to our case.

¡Hola!

Russians.

Hey, Sebastian, I'm gonna
send you some images, okay?

See if you can get I.D.s.

Let Pride and Tammy
know. Get 'em down here.

It's time to wrap this party up.

On it.

What, no more wait and watch?

No. We take them all down.
One of them is bound to talk.

Hey, maybe you're right.

Look who else is at the party.

Thick beard, sinewy frame.

Oh, that is our murder suspect.

And he's leaving early.

- All right, what do we do?
- He's the only one

we can connect to VonRoenn's murder.

We follow him.

Let Pride and the others sweep this up.

Any reason to knock this door down?

Or we comin' in polite, Pride?

Sebastian?

I ran facial recognition
on the Russians.

Came back with a bunch of
visas that expired months ago.

Polite but firm, New York.

Good enough for government work.

Federal agents! Open up!

That sounds suspicious to me.

We got our six Russians, no Pérez.

Hello, sir. Where did Pérez go?

Don't light a match.

Ah.

Anybody know where Pérez is?

Nostrovia!

Well, according to their passports,

these guys came from all over Russia.

They entered the country through Atlanta

and then they disappeared
over the last 12 months.

But they all procured their
visas from the same guy.

Nicholas Antonich.

So that's our mysterious "Nico."

Yeah, Ukrainian national,
but an international fugitive.

He's wanted in a dozen
countries for smuggling,

bribery, grand theft.

So he's not the killer that
Hannah and Carter are following.

No, but we know that he
spoke to Pérez this morning.

So that means he's gotta be the
brains behind whatever this is.

So what exactly is Nico into?

He sells big-ticket items
all across the world.

We're talking armored
trucks, Cold War helos,

a decommissioned destroyer.

Well, we know Pérez was
building something large.

Probably a boat.

Figure that Nico was his partner,

but how do the Russians play in?

Well, I ran a background check.

They were all in the Soviet Navy.

Engineers, they
specialized in submersibles.

All that steel?
Industrial-grade electronics?

We think that Nico got
his hands on a submarine?

Yeah, and get this: those
batteries that Pérez stole

from Stennis? They carry
a much longer charge,

so they don't need a
diesel engine to recharge.

No engine, no need to surface

to release the built-up
carbon monoxide.

Yeah, I mean, that sub
could run silent underwater

for God knows how long.

Practically undetectable.

Well, who'd want a submarine?

Cartels have been using
them for years to run drugs.

Yeah, and one that sophisticated,

I mean, that'd go for a pretty penny.

We need to find it before
it hits open waters.

Pérez is in the wind,

Hannah and Carter are
still on our murder suspect.

Tell them to bring him in.

Thanks for meeting us, Ms. Wong.

Just know I'll be
paying for my own drink.

To avoid a conflict of interest.

Ooh, wait.

We're not trying to
buy off the prosecution.

Then you're looking for a plea.

I'm prepared to offer
Mr. Jackson five years.

That's three with good behavior.

No. We're looking to clear
up a mistake that was made.

You got the wrong guy.

And... we're done.

Hold on, no one is trying
to point any fingers here.

The witnesses in Erik's case
gave conflicting statements.

And you can fix this
before it goes any further.

So they got some street names confused.

Doesn't mean the victims are wrong about

identifying Mr. Jackson.

They can share their story, yes,

but I'm confident that a jury
will find plausible doubt.

Take your shot.

See how it plays out in open court.

Really?

That's eight weeks from now.

Erik will lose his job,
get kicked out of school

and end up with nothing.

Because of you.

I've got eyeball witnesses

identifying your friend here.

Nice folks from Ohio. Honest people.

Salt of the earth, I'm sure.

But not when I'm done with them.

I'll note how drunk they were,

how confused they were
in an unfamiliar city.

They got lost, they got scared.

They got robbed by knifepoint.

They both wear glasses;
trouble seeing at night.

And they're not used
to being in such a...

diverse environment.

You're gonna accuse them of racism?

I'm gonna do whatever I have to.

I have everything I
need to shred your case.

And all you have is a denim jacket.

And a Black man.

You're over your head, Ms. Devereaux.

I had your job, Ms. Wong.

Then traded up as a
Navy JAG. After that?

Federal prosecutor, DOJ,
Civil Rights Division.

I've worked and won every
kind of high-profile case

you can think of and some you can't.

So, to be clear,

I'm gonna wipe the floor up
with you and your entire office.

Erik Jackson will be free.

Then we'll file a civil
suit against you, the police

and the city of New Orleans.

And we'll win that, too.

Or...

you let him go.

'Cause you got the wrong guy.

Plain and simple.

Let me talk to my boss.

What just happened?

Did we win? I think we won.

We won, Patton. My guess is
Erik will be free by morning.

Rita, that was amazing.

Yeah. Felt good.

I'm gonna go call Diana
and give her the good news.

Shame though.

Erik was lucky to
have you in his corner.

I just wish every kid did.

You're a boss.

Talk to me.

Suspect's finally out of his car, Pride.

He's outside some kind of boathouse.

I've got your GPS location.

You're right beside
some deep bayou waters.

Yeah, out in the middle of nowhere.

Good site to hide a
submarine from prying eyes.

Yeah, except this ain't
no Tom Clancy novel.

There is no submarine.

Then what is he doing out there?

He brought gasoline, Pride.

He's gonna torch the place.

Can't let him do that.
Get him into custody.

NCIS! Show me your hands!

No pulse.

Well, if he came out
here to burn this down,

there must be evidence here.

Yeah, but for what?

- Khoury...
- Huh?

No dust.

These were a new addition.
Some kind of storage racks?

I've seen similar ones
touring submarines.

They're for torpedoes.

Three by four, that makes 12.

So, what, Nico got himself a sub,

traveled it to U.S. waters

and retrofitted it with
stolen battery tech,

and then armed it
with a dozen torpedoes?

He's not building a narco-sub.

He's building a weapon.

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