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You know, we work with
trained investigators...

They're gonna notice you
wearing yesterday's clothes.

Ha, ha. (LAUGHS)

Oh!

PATTON: Woman up the block
saw a van race away,

but she got the name
off the side of the van.

GREGORIO: Hope Now
Foundation. You know her?

PRIDE: That's Sasha Broussard.

GREGORIO: She tried
to have you killed.

PRIDE: Couple of times.

Firebombing my bar was a big mistake.

What are you talking about?

- Get down!
- Oh!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Got some questions for you, Watkins,

about a shooting across town.

These are the chemical
signatures of the firebombs

that destroyed Sasha's properties.

They have a suspect, but
not enough to make an arrest.

PRIDE: This looks like the guy
who tried to shoot me and Sasha.

GREGORIO: We know who
stole the van from Hope Now.

- HANNAH: NCIS!
- Connor!

PATTON: I've been digging
into Connor's mom, Molly.

She went to visit Sasha every month.

She brought Connor with her every time?

Yeah. PRIDE: Sasha tried to tell me.

- She tried to tell you what?
- She has a son.

And I think he might be mine, too.

Backup's here. Time to
pick up Dalton Bonet.

(GROANING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(CARTER GROANING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(CAR ALARM CHIRPING)

Come on, can you stand? You good?

- Yeah.
- (GROANS)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GROANS)

Hey. Hannah.

Hannah, come back to me. Hey.

(MUMBLES SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

OFFICER: Okay, can we
get a firm count, then,

on how many casualties?

Khoury. Hey.

HANNAH: Hey, Pride.

Sorry if we ruined any of your plans.

We should get you to a hospital.

Just got some scrapes and bruises.

- Maybe a concussion.
- CARTER: Well, I think

the ego's gonna be your biggest bruise.

PRIDE: Well, just glad you're both okay.

GREGORIO: Can't say the same

for whoever is inside.
We got a massacre.

NOFD counts six bodies, could be more.

What do we know about the bomb?

Blast pattern suggests that the
device exploded inside the storeroom.

Sebastian's in there now
hunting for pieces of it.

And Watkins had a lot of
enemies, but this is next-level.

Not for Sasha Broussard.

Isn't mass murder a bit of an
overreaction? Even for Sasha?

Short answer: no.

When a Broussard makes a move,
they clear the entire board.

Yeah, then we need to
connect this to her.

Let's start with Dalton
Bonet, Watkins' right-hand man,

and also a suspect in
those fire bombings.

Most likely, he's in that
rubble alongside Watkins.

Most likely. Question is, who else?

GREGORIO: Wade's on her way right now.

She's gonna have her hands full

matching body parts to get IDs.

JIMMY: Why are we
sharing this drink?

Got some news earlier

that... (LAUGHS)

was not expecting.

I mean, not in a hundred years.

You sick or something?

No, no.

Turns out...

I might have a 17-year-old son.

- Yeah, that would be unexpected.
- (CHUCKLES)

Name's Connor Davenport.

But his birth name is Broussard.

- Sasha?
- Mm-hmm.

The same woman

who went to prison for
trying to have you killed?

Same woman. So, you and Sasha...

That's how it works.

- 17 years.
- Yeah.

Well, that's a long
time. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Why's she telling you now?

The boy found out.

Connor's, uh, "Hello, Dad"

was a Molotov cocktail
through our window.

- Yeah, gets your attention, for sure.
- Yeah.

He's over his head, on the run.

'Cause I'm coming after him.

But the part

that I can't shake

is this feeling that I'm responsible.

What, for a kid you didn't know?

No, for Sasha.

She could have been someone else.

But I pushed her away.

Back to the Broussards.

- She had no other choice.
- What, but to be a monster?

- (SIGHS)
- (LAUGHS) I mean, you're talented,

but you don't have that
kind of power over people.

Sasha is what she is.

What am I, Jimmy?

Spent my life

proving to the world

that I was better than my...

than our father.

And in the end...

I'm more like Cassius
than I want to admit.

You are nothing like our father.

Man was the king of secrets.

He taught me how to keep one
about this thing with Sasha.

That's just common sense, brother.

The other thing that makes you
different than our father...

is you are gonna handle this mess.

(SIGHS)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

You find Connor?

Ditched his phone.

Patton couldn't track him.

Mm. That's too bad.

But you'll find him.

Yeah.

What else, Dwayne?

There was a bombing at a bar, Mid-City.

Hannah and Carter were there.

They okay?

Yeah, basically, but
it was a close call.

They were picking up a suspect.

I think Sasha got to him first.

Well, guess you'll deal with that, too.

(SIGHS)

WADE: Still can't believe
you share a son with that woman.

I mean, it's Shakespearean,
when you come to think about it.

Well, I would have
preferred it to be a comedy.

Oh, I think it's a bit of both.

Guess we know who the fool is.

Dwayne,

the fool is usually
the wisest character.

Well, then it's not me.

Still can't tell if
Sasha's playing me or not.

Sasha Broussard... she
always has an angle.

Yeah, which is why I need you

to rush the IDs on
these bombing victims.

And figure out if Sasha
was behind this attack?

Sasha is behind
it, no doubt in my mind.

All due respect, Dwayne,

- your mind's a little cloudy on this one.
- No.

I've never seen things so clearly.

You see the possibility of having a son

you didn't know you have
with a woman you hate. Cloudy.

WOMAN: Get that out of
my face. Uh, uh, don't...

WOMAN 2: Ma'am, you have
to put your mask on, please.

I don't need any more excuses.

Show me my boy, now!

Can I be of assistance here?

Not if you're anything like this bitch.

I'm the parish medical examiner.

You're gonna have to change your tone

and put on a mask if you
expect any help from us.

Well, I'm Beverly Watkins.

And my son's body is here.

Elias. I know, Ms. Watkins.

Just like I know you and your family.

I recognized you. I... You
used to be that sheriff.

Yeah. I was. Some time ago.

I want my boy back.

Well, we still haven't identified or...

Elias was at his bar yesterday.

His bar exploded. You do the math.

Please.

Need to see him.

I'm sorry, Ms. Watkins.
I understand your pain.

But there are multiple victims,

and we haven't sorted... it all out.

What does that mean? Sorting out?

It means that she's
respectfully and honorably

taking care of your son.

We'll get him back to
you as soon as we can.

But to do that, I need your help.

A DNA sample... A hair from a comb,

a toothbrush.

Can you help me with that?

Okay.

(CRYING)

(CRYING)

(BEEPING, WHIRRING)

Oh, hey.

Oh, hey, back.

- We, uh, need to...
- We should discuss...

(LAUGHS)

Why is this so weird?

Uh, we should talk about... us.

Yeah. Is there an us?

Well, that's one of the
topics of discussion.

Okay.

Uh, ladies first.

(LAUGHING): No, that's not fair.

Mm, I did save your life yesterday.

Fair enough.

Okay.

Well, I've been doing
a lot of thinking, and...

Oh. Hey, guys. Sebastian just got back

from the lab. He's got our bomb maker.

Okay.

- Saved by New York.
- (LAUGHS)

What'd you find, Sebastian?

Traces of a PETN detonator

inside a homemade ceramic casing.

It's a trademark used
by one Roger MacManus.

HANNAH: MacManus.

He was connected to at least a
dozen right-wing militia groups.

Suspected in multiple domestic
bombings spanning years.

But the key word here is "was."

Roger MacManus died five years ago.

So, what... You're saying the bomb

that blew up Watkins'
bar was five years old?

Uh, no. So, I reconstructed the device,

and it revealed that some of
parts were only manufactured,

like, a few months ago.

MacManus had an apprentice,
someone he trained.

Yeah, except his, uh, list
of, uh, known associates

is a who's who of terrorists.

It's gonna take forever
to cull through this list.

Except maybe... we don't have to.

Maybe it was a family business.

- MacManus had a daughter, Ashley.
- CARTER: She was sentenced

to two years for vehicular manslaughter.

Guess where she served time.

GREGORIO: Gretna State Prison.
Same as Sasha Broussard.

Their sentences overlapped
about six months.

SEBASTIAN: Well, looks like
Ashley's local. She's in the Bywater.

Come on, T. Let's go get her.

I'll let Pride know.

PRIDE: The federal judge

- approved our no-knock warrant.
- SEBASTIAN: All right.

We just got to be careful.
She could have the place

rigged for booby traps.

Front room's clear.

Hinges, frame and the
knob look good, too.

PRIDE: Got the manager's key.

Kitchen's clear.

Her car keys are here. Where is she?

Pride?

Add another body to Sasha's pile.

You think she's closing the loop?

Take out the sole person who
can connect her to the bombing?

It's the Broussard way.

No loyalty.

Whoever did this, MacManus
put up a hell of a fight

before her throat was slit.

I got footprints over here.

Yeah, multiple sets.

Sasha had an accomplice.

Well, even if Sasha ordered the hit,

can't be sure she was here.

Well, maybe we can.
These are high heels.

GREGORIO: Okay, so,

we know a woman was here.

Doesn't mean it was Sasha.

No, it was her. Work the scene.

- Send me the proof.
- Where are you going?

Straight to the source.

These are too cautious.

We need to think bigger
with these designs.

I need to talk to you now.

Uh, let me call you back.

You found Connor?

- No.
- Well, then what's the problem?

Seven dead bodies and counting.

Elias Watkins' bar exploded yesterday,

and the bomb maker, Ashley MacManus,

- was murdered.
- What does any of that

- have to do with me?
- Stop!

No lies.

You were in prison with MacManus.

You hired her to take out Watkins,

and then you had her throat slit.

Not gonna respond?

Oh. Sorry. I was just wondering

if there were any more random murders

- that you'd like to pin on me.
- Nothing random here, Sasha.

Watkins planted bombs
on your properties.

Tried to have you killed.

So you retaliated.

You arresting me?

Not yet.

Then we're done.

I got a meeting.

I know in my bones

that you are responsible

for at least some of this violence.

But there's still a target on your back.

Means that Connor has one, too.

I need to find him and keep him safe.

Uh...

He reached out.

- When?
- Last night.

He wouldn't say where he
was, just that he was safe.

- What did you tell him?
- That I would try to fix

all of this... you and me...
But then he hung up on me.

Give me your phone.

Oh! No.

Give me your phone so that my team

can track his new burner.

Okay? We can get him off the streets.

- I'm not giving you my phone, Dwayne.
- Okay,

then just give me the number.

(SIGHS)

Give me the damn number, Sasha.

Hey. Sebastian's headed to the lab

to analyze everything we
pulled from MacManus' apartment.

Let's hope the killers

left something behind
that we can ID them with.

If they killed her thinking
she built that bomb,

they were right.

HANNAH: Yeah, we found

some security footage of MacManus

following the liquor truck
that services Watkins' bar.

Our guess is she slipped the
device inside the shipment

when the driver stepped
away for another delivery.

Well, if MacManus did
this for Sasha Broussard,

what's Sasha's play?

Why all the violence?

Because Pride was right.

Sasha has no intention of going legit.

What'd you guys find?

Real estate.

GREGORIO: Must be a
dozen different deals,

all purchased by Sasha's
Hope Now Foundation.

Just pieces of land scattered
around the same random area

outside of the city.

Two of these properties, Elias Watkins

and Dalton Bonet firebombed.

What's so special about them?

Well, there's nothing
special about them yet.

But they will be soon.

All of these properties are
in southern Jefferson Parish

right next to an area deeded
to United Houma Nation.

Now, the Houma have been
losing their native lands

along the bayou due to rising seawater.

Government's attempting to make good

with this stretch of
land further inland.

Sure the Houma have plans for it.

HANNAH: They're breaking ground

within a year on a
hotel and casino complex.

Once a Broussard, always
a Broussard, I guess.

Figured Sasha got
tipped off inside prison.

Formed a charity to scoop up properties

adjacent to that new casino.

Yeah, properties they'll convert
to profit-driven businesses

so tourists will flock there.

- Mm, smart but not illegal.
- GREGORIO: Well,

not on the face of it.

But she can open cash-only businesses

and use them to launder money.

Sasha's got connections
to organized crime.

Lot of felonious potential.

CARTER: Which Elias Watkins
would want to get in on.

I'm betting he jumped onto Sasha's play,

used Dalton Bonet to bomb her out.

Except Sasha got the last
laugh with the bigger bomb.

Only loose end was the bomb maker.

- Nice and tidy.
- Maybe.

Elias Watkins may be out of the way,

but that still leaves
room for someone else

to step up against Sasha.

Could be a gang war.

Yeah. Need to tell Pride.

Uh, I think he's got
his hands full right now.

WOMAN (OVER P.A.): For your
safety and the safety of others,

face masks must be worn at all times.

Thank you for your cooperation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTS)

Connor.

I just want to talk.

I, uh...

I'm not sure what to say.

Then don't.

Just take me to jail and
get out of my life forever.

I'm not here to arrest you.

- Then what?
- Like I said.

- To talk.
- Well, I got nothing to say,

so I guess I'll go now.

It's just not that simple.

You tried to burn down my bar.

Could've hurt someone,
including yourself.

I'm surprised you care.

You're angry. I get it, believe me.

Don't talk to me like you know me.

I don't.

And I'm sorry for that.

- Your mother never told me.
- Stop

with the true confessions.

You need to know.

Your mother

doesn't... (EXHALES)

She doesn't have a very good
relationship with the truth.

So...

you're not my father?

Honestly, I...

I don't know.

You don't know.

And I don't care.

I'm not trying to bond with the man

who put my mom in prison.

Well, your mom put herself in prison.

- I was just doing my job.
- Yeah, well,

your job sucks! I...

You got two choices here, Connor.

Neither one of them
include you walking away.

I can drop you off at the parish jail.

Or you can come home with me.

(SEAT BELTS CLICK)

Let me, uh, know if there's
anything else you need

before you turn in.

For Connor. (SIGHS)

I... Aw.

Think I'll just leave them
outside the-the door here.

Don't think he wants to
see my face again tonight.

Well, give it time. It is
a complicated situation.

Complicated for you, too.

(LAUGHS) Which part?

Bringing a teenage
stranger into our home

or the fact that that
stranger may also be your son?

All of it.

Look, c-come on.

Y-You're upset. I get it.

- I'm not upset. I'm concerned.
- (SIGHS)

Not gonna judge your past,
Dwayne. We both have one.

It's just that I thought
I knew what yours was.

I thought I did, too.

This relationship with Sasha

and what happened between you,

the-the boy in there.

I didn't see it coming.

I'm not gonna defend
what happened with Sasha.

You don't need to defend yourself.
I do wish you had told me.

(SCOFFS) I didn't think it mattered.

Right? It was just a moment in time.

Yeah, well, we were a moment
in time, too, remember?

Yeah, but too young.

Too stupid to think about our choices.

But not now.

You need to think about
your choices, and so do I.

Look, I uprooted my entire life.

I left my job, left D.C. to be with you.

And I want to be with you, too.

It's why I asked you to marry me.

- And that's why I said yes.
- What,

are you having second thoughts?

I'm having a lot of thoughts.

If we're committing to each other,

- we have to do it with open eyes.
- There is no "if."

Okay? Not for me.

But I-I get it.

My past is not filled with a lot of...

good examples of
committed relationships.

You know, your mother
stayed with your father

because she needed him.

You stayed with Linda for Laurel's sake.

And I did the same with my ex-husband.

But we're different.

Yes. That's right.

This isn't an obligation
or the honorable thing.

We're together by choice or not at all.

And I've made my choice.

I... just need time to process.

Ok-Okay.

(SIZZLING)

Ah. There you are.

Made some pancakes.

And, uh, I can whip up some eggs.

And I got grits on the stove.

I'm not hungry.

Well, you... you got to have something.

I could make whatever you want.

Just tell me what you want.

I want to know why

you sent my mother to
prison five years ago.

Maybe coffee.

Let's start with the coffee.

Sugar?

- Cream?
- Black.

I'm not gonna get into
the details of, uh...

your mother's past.

But...

let me just say that, uh...

she earned that time away.

I'm gonna fix you a plate.

Just in case you change your mind.

Earned it how? By pissing you off?

(CHUCKLES)

Your mother's family history is, uh...

tricky.

The Broussards...

I'm not asking about the Broussards.

I'm asking about my mom.

She is the Broussards at this point.

I get it, Connor.

Believe me.

My family... my father...

made some very bad decisions.

Mine, too.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Sure. Yeah.

Point is, your mom...

Was there for me.

She was there until she was taken away.

By you.

I understand why you feel that way.

Whatever you're trying to
do here, I don't want it.

Okay, I would rather go to jail

than spend another moment with you.

Well, I'm not sending you to jail.

Call your mom. You can stay with her.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Oh. Sorry.

Not quite open yet. Just
give me a few minutes.

Oh. I'm not here for charity.

Ms. Broussard.

Call me Sasha, please.

Anyone who's sent my cousins to prison

should be on a first-name basis.

Long time ago.

Very memorable.

Connor's upstairs.

I know.

I wanted to see you.

And why is that?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Just 'cause.

Mom.

Hey, sweetheart.

Let's go.

Oh.

I'll be in the car.

Just give me a minute.

I wanted to thank you for finding him.

You need to keep him indoors

and don't let him out of your sight.

I know how to take care of him.

Rita.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Think he's safe with her?

I think I'm not gonna risk finding out.

Gonna put a tail on 'em.

Good.

She say anything to you?

Not really.

I got to get back to work.

WADE: Just not sure
what you expect, Dwayne.

You two came to this relationship

on the same ground.

Previous marriages

that lasted as long as
the kids were in the house.

We understand each other.

But it's different now, Dwayne.

Rita doesn't blame you

for a son you didn't know you have.

But he's a reality.

One you'll have to deal with.

If he'll have me.

He's not a child.

You have a finite amount
of time to make an impact,

to form a lasting relationship.

What, are you saying that Rita
won't want to be a part of that?

I'm saying she's trying
to get her mind around it.

Needs the space to do it.

Well, I can give her
all the space she needs.

Only I hope that you're
right about... her thinking.

You're afraid it's something else?

Well, you said it yourself.

How could I have ever been
involved with a woman...

(SCOFFS) who tried to kill me?

Rita might be struggling with that.

You definitely are.

(DOOR OPENS)

SEBASTIAN: Hey. Sorry.
I know you're deep in it,

but I got some partial prints

- from the bomb maker's murder scene.
- Sasha?

Uh, no. Suspect's
name is Marcus Bianchi.

He's been in and out of Angola
for a dozen gangland crimes.

Well, there's a good chance
then that he's working for Sasha.

Well, not that I've found
so far, but, I mean...

All right, get Bianchi's
info to Gregorio and Patton.

They'll find a Broussard connection.

Okay, but what if they end up not...

(DOOR CLOSES)

Sasha, I thought you were
gonna keep an eye on Connor.

Yeah. Molly's with him at my place.

Which you should know, since
you had a tail put on us.

Not what we agreed to.

Molly took care of him for five years.

I think she can handle another day.

And I have somewhere to be.

You're gonna look at this photo first.

This is Marcus Bianchi.

Should that mean something to me?

The man you hired to
kill Ashley MacManus.

(CHUCKLES): Oh, here we go again.

We found high-heel
prints at the crime scene.

You were there, Sasha.

Dwayne, relent.

I beg you.

I had nothing to do
with any of the murders.

I am just trying to protect my son.

- Our son.
- No.

You had your chance.

17 years ago.

He's mine.

And you need to leave
the both of us alone.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

GREGORIO: Hey.

Hannah and Carter still watching Connor?

SEBASTIAN: Yeah, they're
sitting on Sasha's house now.

- No activity.
- Can't say the same

for the Marcus Bianchi search.

- Yeah, you find him?
- Coast guard did.

Pulled his body out of the
river early this morning.

(SIGHS) Another victim for Sasha's list?

That's what Pride'll say,
but I'm not convinced.

Bianchi's a low-level thug

with zero connection to Sasha.

But he did work regularly
for Elias Watkins.

You know, Bianchi
could have been involved

in trying to force Sasha
out of that casino deal.

And in getting retribution for
Watkins' bar being blown up.

Well, if Bianchi
murdered the bomb maker,

then Sasha could've moved on him

- before he had a chance to get to her.
- Sure.

But let's just take the
emotion out of that argument.

Consider for a second that
Sasha's telling the truth.

That's unlikely.

Or part of it.

My instinct tells me
Sasha blew up the bar.

But I think that Bianchi

was given the task to
take out the bomb maker

by someone else.

Okay, counterpoint: it's still Sasha.

And we have the prints
from the high heels

at Ashley MacManus' crime scene.

Sebastian,

Sasha Broussard's not the only woman

capable of murder in New Orleans.

SASHA: Beverly.

I just wanted to say how
sorry I am for your loss.

Sasha.

I didn't expect you to be here.

But I am so glad you are.

Can we have a...

private word?

Mm-hmm.

(BELL TOLLING)

I know you're upset.

That's why I'm here.

To clear the air.

Nothing to clear.

You killed my boy.

Don't let emotion get the best of you.

No emotion.

Pure business.

You owe a debt.

And I'm prepared to pay.

Ah. (CHUCKLES)

I have to give you credit, Sasha.

Acting like you have a say

in what the boys are gonna do to you.

Oh! Oh...

SASHA: (COUGHING) Oh.

W-W-Wait!

There's no profit in revenge.

But it cleanses the soul.

(SHOUTING)

Ow! Oh! Wait a minute.

I can make it worth your
while. Just give me a chance.

The casino deal.

We go in as partners.

Generational wealth.

There are no generations

for me anymore, Sasha.

We're gonna kill you.

And then we're gonna find your boy.

No. No. You can't touch Connor.

Take her to the car.

Cut her.

Slow.

O-Ow! Ow.

He's your grandson!

(PANTING)

What did you say?

SASHA: Connor.

He's Elias' son.

Your legacy.

Give me the knife.

(WHIMPERS)

- Stop this now.
- (GASPS)

Sasha's coming with me.

Mm.

You got two choices.

Go back to your guests

and put your son to rest

or deal with me.

(GASPS)

Come on, boys.

(PANTING)

(CRYING SOFTLY)

Thank you, Dwayne.

What was that about Connor?

You heard that?

SASHA: Ouch, that hurts.

Just try and breathe through the pain.

(SIGHS)

You know, I didn't ask you to follow me.

I didn't want you to save me.

Yeah, well, if I hadn't,

you'd be in the river right now.

I had it handled.

There's only one thing I
want to hear from you now.

Yeah, I know, a confession.

I want to know the truth about Connor.

Who's his father?

You are, Dwayne.

(SCOFFS) Well, then, what was
all that that you told Beverly?

(SCOFFS)

I knew that I had to stall Beverly,

or she'd keep coming at me,

and so I told her the one
thing that I thought would work.

That you slept with Elias.

Jealous?

Okay... (CLICKS TONGUE) I...

Beverly is not gonna
be able to help herself.

She's gonna have to know
if Connor is her blood.

- She'll want proof.
- Exactly.

And I will set that up
for her... DNA samples.

Real legitimate.

And then?

Then I will handle her.

You mean kill her.

I mean, I'll handle her

the way I've handled every
other obstacle in my life:

alone and on my own terms.

Look where that's gotten you.

(SCOFFS)

It's not like I ever had a choice.

You know, if you kill her...

more of the Watkins
kin will come after you.

That's the name of the game, Dwayne.

Maybe for you.

But it doesn't have to be for Connor.

You got an idea?

Yeah.

But it requires you trusting me.

Oh, Dwayne.

With my life.

(MONOTONOUS GUITAR NOTES)

CARTER: You'd think this
kid knows some other riff.

HANNAH: He's practicing.
It's not a concert.

No, he's testing our resolve,
that's what he's doing.

He's trying to strum us to death.

Well, you know, we could talk instead.

Yeah, we could. I mean, if you want to.

I was... I just suggested it.

Well, it just seemed back at NCIS

you didn't really want to.

Oh, no, I love having
awkward conversations

the morning after.

Two, to be precise.

Okay, we're adults. Let's
just lay it out there.

All right, I think we should

- talk to Pride about us.
- I think we should cool it.

- What? You think we should talk to Pride?
- Well, yeah.

Just to cover our bases and make sure

- we're within the lines.
- Yeah.

Sure. Or we could just
not say anything at all

until we figure out what this is.

Well, according to you it's nothing.

I didn't say that.

"Cool it off" is what you said.

I swear, I'm going out there

- and I'm smashing this kid's guitar.
- Carter.

No seriously, why are we here
babysitting this mad bomber

when he should be in Orleans Jail?

Yeah, because Pride asked us
to, and he has his reasons.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Well, I just wish I knew

what those reasons were.

Well, we're about to find out.

Pride wants us to take Connor in.

- Oh, ow! Sorry, I'm a little sore there.
- Mm.

- Pretty bruised up, huh?
- Yeah.

I had a disagreement with
Beverly Watkins and her family.

HANNAH: Hmm. Going back for round two?

It's the only way.

We need to get Beverly
to incriminate herself.

You think she was
involved in Elias Watkins'

drive-by attempt on Sasha's life?

Probably.

And also involved in the
murder of Ashley MacManus.

Those high heel prints
could belong to her.

Look, I understand sending Sasha,

but Connor?

- I can do this.
- Sure you can.

But is it necessary?

Look, none of this
is perfect. All right?

Sasha told Beverly that Connor...

is her grandson.

Wait, am I?

No, baby.

I-I really don't understand.

- What are we missing here?
- Beverly wants proof.

She's agreed to meet
Sasha at a private lab

to test Connor's DNA.

It's our best chance of catching her

and ending the violence.

She's all set.

Connor, too.

Look, you don't have
to do anything here.

You're just gonna be with your mom.

Beverly most likely

won't show up alone,

but you will be surrounded
by agents, all right?

Anything smells fishy,
we'll be all over it.

I'll be fine.

Got a visual on Beverly Watkins' car

heading into the parking lot.

Hey. You're good, babe.

You're just gonna follow my lead.

Keep it easy, Sasha. No improvising.

Just get her talking and get her inside.

Certainly could be Elias'.

Got the bone structure.

SASHA: No doubt about it.

Let's go inside and clear it up.

Oh, no, we're not going in there.

Oh, Beverly,

- we had a deal.
- Something's happening, Pride.

- BEVERLY: You think I'd trust...
- Yeah, they're not taking the bait.

A word that comes out
of a Broussard mouth?

- There's no deal.
- I'm telling you he is your gr...

your grandson.

Doesn't matter.

Take her to the car.

No! No, no, no, wait!

Let her go!

Ow!

Ooh, look at you... (CHUCKLES)

acting like a Broussard.

- I'm not buying it.
- SASHA: Connor, honey,

please put it down.

Let her go.

You ever shot anyone?

- You ever even pull a trigger?
- Stop talking!

From this distance,
you're probably gonna

hit that wall behind me and then

get confused and

try again and... it'll be too late.

No one is killing anyone.

Mm, she is lying again, Connor.

'Cause we are absolutely killing her,

and I'm gonna be honest here:

you, too.

- Connor, easy.
- (SIREN CHIRPS)

Everybody's gonna calm down now.

I can't let her hurt my mother.

PRIDE: It's done.

Beverly's going to prison.

(CHORTLES) We'll see.

Shut up.

You wanted to protect your mother.

I get it.

But this isn't you, Connor.

This isn't you.

Let me have the gun.

Get your hands on your head.

Beverly's been processed.

- She's heading to Orleans Jail.
- How long?

We got her threatening
to kill you and Connor,

which was enough for us to
get a warrant for her house.

We also found the pair of
high heels with blood on them.

So she killed Ashley MacManus.

That's what it looks like.

What do you want?

An apology would be nice.

WADE: I'm not sure we need

all the cloak and dagger, Dwayne.

Well, considering what we're doing...

Where'd you get it?

He used it at my place this morning.

Okay, I'll run the
test, you brew the tea.

Hey.

What time is it?

Oh, I don't know. Uh, it's late.

How long you been in here?

A while.

Connor is indeed my son.

Ah.

What are you gonna do?

What can I do?

I'm his father.

I'm gonna be...

the father.

Course you are.

And he's gonna need it.

Especially after I put
Sasha back in prison

for the rest of her life.

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