All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans S07E15 Runs In The Family (1)_Track03

We'll spread the buffet
along the bar,

and move those tables out.

Oh, yeah.

Save some
floor space for dancing.

Ah, how many bands
are you thinking?

Oh, isn't the one band enough?

Uh, you're kidding, right?

When the town hears
you and Dwayne

are getting married,
everybody's gonna want to play.

That's nice, but it's too much.

We'd be fine
going to city hall

and then dinner.

And this is meant
as a gesture to Mena.

You planning a wedding
for Dwayne's mama,

you're gonna do it right.

You know, honestly, Rita,

we're not renting
Jackson Square; it's a ceremony

in my backyard
and a reception in Dwayne's bar.

It'll be four bands,

five, tops.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, don't say anything.
We're family.

No, I know.

Well, I-I wish
you were here, too.

Feels like forever
since I got a proper hug.

Yeah. Love you, Laurel.

She's disappointed.

Uh, she just wishes
she could be here in person.

I told her we'd make sure
to call her from the wedding.

-Or-or after.
-Yeah.

I guess...

...everyone's excited.

Yeah. How about you?

Me? Well...

...I'm the cat
who got the canary.

Okay,
in this metaphor, I'm a bird?

Mm...

Hey, listen, um,
I'm gonna go see Mena today.

Finally tell her about Connor.

I don't want it to be a surprise
when she gets to the ceremony.

Yeah. Are you gonna
take him with you?

Well...

Hey, good morning.

Hey.

Where you going?

Breakfast.

Uh, I brought in some pastries.

I'm good. I just need coffee.

Well, I got a fresh pot
right here.

I want to be alone, okay?

Okay. But, um...

One thing.

Last night was tough.

Conversation you had
with your mom.

If you want to talk...

I don't.

It doesn't have
to be with me.

But it should be with someone.

Is talking gonna
somehow fix the fact

that my mother lied to me
my whole life?

That she betrayed me?
That she proved

in one conversation that
there is no one in the world

that I can trust
and that it was your idea?

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ How, how, how, how

♪ Hey, hey

♪ You gotta come on.

Connor. Your mother had
to tell you everything.

Why? What good does it do?

You deserve to know the truth,
about her, about me.

Convenient, 'cause now I'll
see you're this good guy

and she's... She's your mother,

who cares about you.

So do I.

And if for any reason,
you can't be with her... Oh, I can.

I only came back last night
'cause I needed some space,

but we're not family
all of a sudden.

That's exactly what we are.

Whatever happens,

I'm here.

Rita and Jimmy, too.

Look, I know
you need time to think,

but you're not alone.

Can I get my coffee?

You really shouldn't be
out here by yourself.

Your mother has a lot
of enemies, and...

Ten minutes.

All right, then come right back
to the apartment?

Or what?

You'll send the FBI after me?

I won't have to.
'Cause you'll be back.

You can have the apartment
the rest of the day,

no one will bother you.

What are you doing, Lee?

-My job.
-Stalking teenagers

is a little below
your pay grade.

You say teenager,
I say person of interest.

Connor has nothing to do
with his mother's crimes.

He's a Broussard.

And you'd do the same thing
in my shoes.

The bar she bombed
killed six men.

If you had any solid evidence,

you wouldn't be
harassing her son.

Right now, that kid
may be the only thing

keeping Broussard
from disappearing forever.

Oh, where is she gonna go?

She got no friends, no money.

You know
better than anyone,

Sasha's still got moves to make.

You think you're doing
the right thing here,

but this isn't going away,

no matter how much
you want it to.

What's that look?

What? This is my face.

No, that's your self-satisfied
face. What gives?

Well, I might have found
the perfect wedding present

for Pride and Rita.

And I'm willing to let you
go halfsies with me.

I'm good.

But you haven't even heard
what it is.

Sebastian,
you have many great qualities...

I know.

Giving gifts is not one of them.

-What? I'm a great gift giver.
-Oh?

Yeah.

The ferret thing was a bad idea.

All right? But that
was almost worth it

for the pun that I put
inside the card.

It took Isler a month to find
a home for those little rodents.

The... Ferrets aren't rodents,
all right?

So what are you getting them?

Couples magic lessons.

A whole year.

Hey, I got a red flag.

Yeah, so do I.

A Navy officer reported U.A.
two days ago in Greece.

Lieutenant Graham Morgan,

stationed at
NSA Souda Bay.

What does this
have to do with us?

His passport was used three
hours ago to enter the U.S.

at Louis Armstrong
International.

Well, a U.A. sailor
doesn't normally fall to us.

What's the angle?

No, it wouldn't, but NCISRU

just received this from TSA.

Who's that? Who's he with?

That's the million-
dollar question.

He traveled
under a passport

with the name Erik Ahmad.

And I'm guessing
that is not Erik Ahmad.

Well, they look similar
enough to be brothers,

but the real Erik Ahmad

didn't even know
his passport was missing.

So what does Lieutenant Morgan
do for the Navy?

Oversees the Munitions
Command Detachment.

-Weapons and explosives.
-And he just slipped

into the country with a man
traveling on a stolen passport.

Agent Gregorio,

-you have a visitor.
-Hi.

Hi.
-Sorry to interrupt.

-Can I steal you for a quick sec?
-No, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Two seconds, guys, okay?
Yeah, yeah.

-Hey, Kara.
-Hi. What's going on?

Is everything okay?

Actually, it's pretty
great, I think.

-What? Tell me.
-We got the place.

The place. What place?
The-the place on Oak Street?

-Mm-hmm.
-I thought they had
an accepted offer.

They did. It fell through.

So it's ours
if we still want it.

-We still want it, right?
-Yes.

This is amazing.

-No, this is amazing.
-Um...

Baby, our own house.

We could be there
next month.

That's great.

-It is, right? Yeah.
-It's so great.

-Yeah.
-Why are you being weird?

I'm not. I'm not. It's nothing.

It's like all the air

No...just came out of your tires.

-No, no, no. I'm sorry.
-Tell me why.

It's just Sebastian.

He's gonna be freaked out
that it's actually happening.

Baby, Sebastian will be fine.

-You think so?
-Yes.

-I don't know.
-And you know what
else is awesome?

What?

I'm not the one that has
to break it to him.

Oh, I thought I knew you.

Bye.

Oh, God.

Dwayne.

We need to talk.

Yeah, I'm kind of busy.

Your FBI friends

left their calling card
at my office.

What would you expect?
You brought it on yourself.

Oh. You always know
exactly what to say.

Now what do you want?

It's Connor.

Is he ready to come home?

No.

I can just barely keep him
back at my place.

He won't talk about last night.

I told him not to.

Whatever I said
was between him and me,

and I made it clear
that you would be the first

to use it against me.

Well, that's a heavy load
for him to carry by himself.

He's not alone. He's got me.

Well, as far as he's concerned,
he's got no one.

And he won't trust me
'cause you told him not to.

You know what, Dwayne,
will you just keep him safe

until he cools down
and comes home?

Look, Sasha,
we got to be able to... No.

-Jimmy's gonna pick me up
and take me over to Loretta's

so I can help decorate.

Well, you-you sure
you want to do that?

I'm fine. I got my vaccines,
I got, I got my strength.

I want to help.

Well... then you'll help.

Something's weighing on you.

I got something
I want to talk to you about.

But I just don't know
how to start.

You know, baby,
this is good news.

I think you should
just spit it out.

Laurel's not very good
at keeping any secrets from me.

She told you?

About Connor, yes, she did.

Oh, my...

I want to hear all about him.
What's he like?

He, uh...

He's spirited and-and stubborn.

Well, he'll fit right
in, then, won't he?

Oh, you two.

I want to meet him.

I-I would like you to.

It's just that right now,
he's barely talking to me.

Teenagers are challenging.

I speak from experience.

I wasn't difficult, was I?

Now, who's the one
with the memory problem?

You're not always
gonna see eye to eye.

And everyone has
to find their own way.

The best thing
that you can do

is just be there for him.

And love him.

-Hey, Carter, I think
I got a positive ID

on the guy Lieutenant
Morgan tried to

smuggle into the country.

Faisal Suleiman.

27-year-old Syrian national.

Yeah, son of General
Tariq Suleiman,

Al-Assad's
intelligence chief.

Dude's more than that.
Over the past couple of years,

several of Assad's detractors
have been killed.

One in London,
another in Geneva,

and a third in Amsterdam.

And the general is suspected
of orchestrating the hits.

Running a network
of Syrian hit teams.

-Faisal in the family business?
Not that we've been

able to figure out
so far. We know

that he went to Damascus
University, got a degree

in engineering, but he's kept

a low profile--
no social media accounts.

Anything in Lieutenant Morgan's
jacket to explain

why he might be working
with the Syrians?

His record
is squeaky-clean.

Yeah, it could be
he's getting coerced somehow.

Okay, so, he brought the son

of one of the most
dangerous men in Syria

to New Orleans
to do what?

Lieutenant Morgan's expertise
is in munitions.

So whatever it is,
can't be good.

What is that?

Congolese Kivu?

Oh, you need a new hobby.

-You're getting good at that.
-Oh?

Mmm. Very nice.

Mm-hmm?

Mm-hmm, very nice.

You're not correcting
my technique.

You want something.

So there's a wedding.

-There is.
-Mm-hmm.

We'll both be there.

-I got an invitation.
-Oh, so did I. Should we...

we go together?

Are you asking me
to be your plus-one?

Well, I mean...

one present, one car.

-It is efficient.
-Yeah.

But would it be wise? I mean,
we'd have to tell Pride.

Oh, please.

Pride already know
about you two.

Half of New Orleans know.

All right, did you come
in here to embarrass us

or is this case-related?

Why not both?

Did you get a hit on
Lieutenant Morgan

-and Faisal Suleiman?
-Not yet.

But I know where they been.

Pulled up Lieutenant Morgan's
credit card statements.

I found charges
to a hotel in Athens.

And I got the local police
to give me some security footage

going back the past month.

That's Lieutenant Morgan?

Yeah. Dude's working hard

not to be recognized.

And a few minutes later,

Faisal Suleiman.

How often did these two meet?

Twice in the past month.

But Lieutenant Morgan's been
going to this hotel for a while.

They could be
planning something,

-but why come to New Orleans?
I did some digging.

I might have an idea.

These men were arrested
six months ago

in Memphis on weapons
violations.

Turns out they were living
under false identities

with money funded through
Syrian intelligence.

Any connection
-to General Suleiman?
-Evidently,

he's really good
at covering his tracks.

I think the son
is here to finish

whatever these guys
were planning.

You said that these three
were using fake identities.

Faisal and Morgan
needed legitimate IDs, too.

Okay, let's focus on that.
Track all known

and suspected document dealers.

We get their IDs,
we can find them.

If you're gonna
just linger there,

You want to give me a hand?

Yeah, okay.

Oh, listen, man,
about the other night.

I want to apologize
if I came on strong.

You know,
about your mama.

You were just
telling me the truth.

Yeah, but it wasn't
really my place.

She told me herself.

I could tell
she was holding back.

But I read the articles.
I know what she really did.

What the rest of my family did.

That's hard.

It's in the blood.

Nah, no, it's not.

I tried to burn down
this bar.

Yeah, what you
did was dumb.

And dangerous.

But it doesn't define you.

The sins of the parents
don't transfer to the child.

I know something
about that.

Your father...

Yeah.

Cassius was bad in many ways,
but he was also good to me.

Well, sometimes,
at least.

Anyway, I'm not my father.

And you are not your mother.

-She was all that I had.
-Nah, nah.

She-she's not.
You got us.

But you're not my family.

I know it doesn't
feel that way yet,

but I'm hoping someday
that's gonna change.

I heard you play the guitar.

Yeah.

Pride and Rita's wedding.

Now, we got some
live music going,

but it'd be great
if you could play a little.

I...

Jimmy, I don't-I don't...
That's...

Well, think about it.

I feel like
if I were a master forger,

I wouldn't want to live here.

You know, we've visited, what,
five so far? I feel like

I'm an expert
in the whole forger aesthetic.

Yeah.

Hey, I know
what's bothering you. Okay?

It's the magic lessons.

It's cool. I'm gonna
pay for them on my own.

It's not the magic lessons.

It's not? Thank God,
because they are so expensive.

I don't even have the money
to pay for the...

I'm not paying for
magic lessons, Sebastian.

It doesn't bother
me saying it.

Okay, what-what
aren't you saying, then?

Well, a house Kara and I
were looking at opened up,

and we're taking it
and moving in,

and that means
I'm moving out.

And I was afraid
to tell you.

Are you talking about
the place on-on Oak Street

with the cute blue shutters?

-Yeah. Are you mad?
-What?

No, I'm thrilled.

-You are?
-Yes!

Oh, my God, this is awesome.

-Okay.
-Yeah. Dude, you've been
talking about

moving out for weeks,
you know?

And I've been waiting
for something to click

so I can enact my plan,
which is to turn your room

into a state-of-the-art
soundproof video game den.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

Well, that's good.

No, it's gonna be awesome.

And look at this.
Patton says

the meeting with
the forger's on.

-Great.
-Ex-roomie.

Yeah.

You sure you're okay
with everything?

Oh, yeah, I'm relieved.

I mean, honestly,
I was worried I was gonna

have to kick you out.

May I help you?

Uh... yeah, we're
looking for Sammy.

-Sammy who?
-Oh, just Sammy.

Yeah, we have an appointment.

I think you officers
have the wrong house.

-Huh.
-Well, do you live here alone?

Well, for over 30 years.

Someone is playing a prank
on you.

Must be. Okay.

-Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
-That's okay.

Weird.

Is it me or did she not have
three locks engaged

when we walked up?

And how did she know
we were cops?

We didn't even flash our badges.
Mine was covered.

She's Sammy.

-She's a runner.
-Wait, what?

Not doing that.

NCIS!

Let me see
those hands!

Now!

Go to hell, pigs!

Ugh, God.
That's one nasty granny.

Upside of converting the bar
to a pandemic food pantry is

there's plenty of
booze left over

for a reception.

This place has been sorely
missing a lively affair.

Yeah.

Whoa.

How's Connor
doing up there?

Well, he was staying quiet.

I'm worried about him.

-Eh, he'll come around.
-No, no.

I'm not worried about that.

It's the FBI.
They're all over him.

-He's just a boy.
-Yeah.

Well, they don't
see it that way.

They see a path
to taking Sasha down.

They go through Connor
to get to his mother,

he will blame himself
for whatever happens to her.

I'm doing whatever I can
to stop that from happening.

Hey.
Where is Connor?

Upstairs.

Why are you here?

Because he will not answer
any of my calls or my texts,

and I need him back with me.

Now's not the time.

Oh.

I am done taking
parenting advice from you.

I do not like him being here.

Aw, y'all having a party?

It's a little celebration
for a friend.

Yes, the wedding.

I heard.

Congratulations.

Oh, good, you're alive.

-What are you doing here?
-I was beginning to worry

they had you tied up
and gagged.

Baby, go grab your things.
I'm gonna take you home.

No.

Look, Connor, maybe this is...

No, just...
stay out of it.

Babe, I know that you are angry.

But I just want to explain
things to you...

No. No more
talking or explaining.

See, I can't take the lies.

Baby, I'm not lying...

You need to stay away from me.

Dwayne, we've got a problem.

Special Agent Pride, I need you
to stand back, please. Now.

Come on.
Don't do this.

Not in front of Connor.

-You're gonna detain me again?
-We're not here
for Ms. Broussard.

Connor Davenport,

turn around and place your hands
behind your back, please.

Really?

Oh...

Hands behind your back.

Mom?

What?

Oh, my God.

I don't want your excuses, Ted.

I want my boy back.

Since when are you
afraid of the FBI?

Oh, well, then maybe
I need to get a new attorney.

No... You know I can't
actually get another attorney.

Hard not to feel for her,
as a mother.

I'd do anything if my kids
were in FBI custody.

Oh, anything within reason.
But Sasha?

You're worried she's gonna
drag Dwayne into something?

I'm convinced of it.

He needs to tread carefully.

Not sure that's possible.

He'll fight as hard as she will
to protect Connor.

Of course I'm gonna pay you,
but they froze my assets.

Will you just listen?

Hey, hey.
Where is he?

FBI's transporting him
downtown for holding.

Why are you letting them
do that?

Not my call-- he threw a Molotov
cocktail into this bar.

You said that you wouldn't
press charges.

-I didn't.
-Dwayne is a federal agent
who was present

at the time
of the attack.

The FBI doesn't need

his cooperation
to press charges.

They can't do this.

I'm the one that they want.

And they're using Connor
to get to you.

Yes, I know it's all my fault!

Look, what matters now

is what the boy needs,
and what he needs

most of all is
cooperation from both of you.

What he needs is an attorney.

My guy won't take it on.

But you're the big-time lawyer.

Why don't you help
your fiancé's son out?

-Not fair to ask.
-No, she's right.

I can help Connor.

But not by representing him.

I'm gonna represent you.

Rita.

Connor's the one
who really needs you.

I know, and I will
make sure that he gets

the best attorney possible.

I've already got
an idea of who to call.

But the only person
that can really

make this go away is Sasha.

What do you mean?

FBI and the U.S. Attorney
want her bad.

They're gonna turn the screws
on Connor until Sasha gives.

Unless--

and I'm hoping you're as smart
as I think you are--

that would mean
that you've got something

stashed away
for a rainy day.

Something to trade.

Possibly.

Good.
We'll draw up some papers

and I'll be
your attorney of record.

Then you'll tell me everything.

I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

Trust Rita, Dwayne.

Ah.
Agent Lee agreed to let me

see Connor, make sure he's okay.

I have to...
Let them know.

Oh, wait, I got a better idea--
I could turn your room

into an escape room.

-You know?
-I could

switch out the puzzles
every few months.

Yeah, hi.

Um, two men in their 30s.

Uh, they would've checked
in under the names

Edgar Arlidge or
Horace Throckmorton.

Thanks.
You know,

I could have different
themes, too, you know...

Okay, nothing on those two names
in the flight database.

They haven't left town,
at least not by air.

Yeah, but what should I do?
Should I do the game room

or the escape room... Why are you so cool with this?

-What, with you moving out?
-Yeah.

Because it's long overdue.

You got a problem
with me as your roommate?

Yeah, a lot,
but that's not the point.

That's nice.

Cool, never mind.

Hey.

Hey!

I love you.

Okay, when I say
it's long overdue,

I don't mean for me,
I mean for you.

I mean, I could live
with your messy

obnoxious habits forever, okay?

But you got to move on.
I'm gonna be...

...strong about it or whatever.

Well, I love you too, nugget.

And not just because

you know how to fold
a fitted mattress sheet.

I can totally teach you
how to do that, by the way.

Eh, seeoms more
like a Kara job to me.

Yeah, hi.

Wait, really?

No, we-we've got a
couple other agents

out there already checking
other places. Just don't-don't

do anything until they get
there, okay? Hold on one second.

Will you call Hannah and Carter?

-Yeah.
-Tell them that the bogus names

that Granny got
for Morgan and Faisal

just checked into a motel
under the Huey P.

All right, cool.

Hey.

Manager told Sebastian
they're in room 109.

All right, Morgan is a weapons
expert, so be careful.

Yeah, I always am.

Hey, there they are.

Federal agents! Stop!

Go, go, go.

Get alongside of him,
we cut him off.

They're gonna get
somebody killed.

I'm trying
to get ahead of them.

-Car!
-I see it!

Got to end this.

Okay, I'm gonna try
a PIT maneuver.

It's okay.

No, please, please!
He needs help!

It's all right, it's all right.
Breathe, breathe, okay?

Faisal, Faisal,
I love you, okay?

I love you, just
stay still, okay?

Don't move it, don't move it,
don't move it. Don't move.

It's okay.

Counselor.

Ms. Broussard.

So, we're doing this?

Yeah.
Fired my attorney to hire you.

I never asked
your hourly rates, though.

Maybe I can't afford you.

Oh, I'm not sure I would trust
where the money would come from.

Pro bono's best.

And I'm not sure I trust you
to advocate for my interests,

given my past with your fiancé.

Whatever you say to me
is protected.

No pillow talk.

Let's stay on point. We both
want the same thing here.

Well, I want my son to be free
and you want to protect Dwayne.

Dwayne wants to protect
Connor and so do I.

Anything else is irrelevant.

Guess we'll find out.

What do you have to show me?

My pandora's box.

I have spent years
collecting this.

My get out of
jail free card.

What is all of this?

It's enough dirt to bury
half the criminal organizations

across the Southeast.

How is he?

A few broken ribs,
a torn rotator cuff.

He's gonna need surgery, uh,
no internal injuries though.

-Oh, thank God.
-We've got it from here.

Can I see Faisal?

Well, if you have any hope
of ever seeing him again,

you better start talking.

What were you doing sneaking a
Syrian national into the U.S.?

They would have killed him
if I didn't.

All right, why
don't we, uh...

why don't we start
at the beginning?

I was on leave.
Santorini.

Went alone.

He was staying
at the same hotel.

We kept running
into each other and...

I don't know.

Every time I looked
into his eyes, it was like...

When you're done, you're done.

We just connected.

Right from the start.
It didn't matter

how differently
we'd been brought up.

It was only ten days, but...

well, we knew
we couldn't be apart.

Except you're gay,
and that can be a death sentence

in Syria.

We were both back in Athens
and a colleague

of Faisal's spotted us
together one night.

You couldn't cover?

He knew what he saw.

Faisal's father would
find out soon enough.

You didn't try
diplomatic channels?

What channels?
The U.S. doesn't

have relations with Syria.
There was nowhere

for safe harbor.
Not in Europe, at least.

-So you smuggled him here.
-I know I deserted my post.

Okay?
I know I'm in trouble.

But he's in danger.

You have to help.

Hey, Connor.

You okay?

They said that this was
about your bar. Did you...

Nah, I had no part in it.

It's the FBI.

So can I leave?

I promised you

I'd be straight with you.

And I will.

FBI's using you
to get to your mother.

Threatening to charge you

if she doesn't
turn herself in.

That bombing at the club?

Among other things.

She did it?

FBI thinks so.

And you?

Yes.

So I'm not going anywhere.

You got to hold on
a little longer.

'Cause we're working
on getting you out.

I'll try, I...

Connor?

Trust me.

Please tell me that you found
someone to represent Connor.

Celia Durant. She's good.
She'll see him in the morning.

Oh, I'd rather it was you.

I know, Dwayne, but believe me,

I'll have a lot more
influence representing Sasha.

Was she willing to confess
to the club bombing?

She won't need to.

She has something else
to trade.

Well, I can't

talk specifics, you know that.

But over the years,

she's collected information.

Yeah, but how do we know it's
not another scam? Like trying

to pin the bombing on Joe Barns?

'Cause I've seen
what she has.

It's bona fide.

Enough for a proffer

to clear
both Connor and herself?

-We got a shot.
-When you going in?

I've reached out
to the U.S. Attorney's office.

They're gonna see us
in the morning.

Okay.

Well, Faisal Suleiman's surgery
went well.

He's gonna get discharged today.

Good news, bad news.

Syrian intelligence knows
Faisal's in the country.

The Syrian government
contacted the State Department.

Ah, general wants his son back.

Yeah, only to persecute him
for being gay.

It feels like Faisal
has a decent asylum claim.

Except he committed a felony
to get into the country.

It makes him ineligible.

That's Tammy.

Says Faisal's about to, uh,
leave the hospital now.

Tell Tammy to keep him there
so I can ask him some questions.

There may be something
in his history I can use.

I'm not quite sure what
we're supposed to do here.

No way we leave this hospital
without Faisal being detained.

That's right. We're gonna
be the ones detaining.

-How's that gonna help?
-We take him into
custody for questioning.

No one can touch him.

You have to find
an immigration lawyer

and file an
asylum claim.

We're gonna do
everything we can to help.

-Okay?
-Faisal Suleiman?
I'm Diplomatic Security

Agent Griera,
this is Agent Everford.

Will you please come with us?

Whoa, whoa. Slow your roll.
We're NCIS. He's with us.

-How's that?
He's wanted

for questioning
in an open investigation.

You can bring that up
with the secretary of state.

We're first in line on this guy.

Agree to disagree.

Mr. Suleiman is to be debriefed

before deportation.
It's a matter

of national security.

Why, because of who
his father is?

General Suleiman is an enemy

of the state,

responsible for multiple assassinations.

Yeah. That's the dad,
this is the son.

I've got an order
of deportation signed

by an immigration judge.

And the secretary's
office on speed dial.

You want to play hardball?

Wait, he hasn't even
had a hearing yet.

Sir, you'll have
to come with us.

No. What's going on?
Lieutenant.

I'm sorry.

This is a valid order.

Do not worry.

-I'll be fine.
Faisal...

Thank you, Kyle.

-We'll be in touch.
-Okay.

How'd it go?

Go ahead, tell him
the good news.

We got a deal.

Connor?

Right behind you.

Can you take me back
to the apartment?

-I need a shower.
-Of course, baby.

No. Rita.

I... Yeah.

Sure.
Uh, come on.

You did the right thing.

I sold out a dozen
business associates

to get my son out of jail
and me in the line of fire.

FBI offered you WITSEC, right?

WITSEC is a blunt instrument.

You know what it means?
It means cutting ties off

with everyone I have ever known,

and that's a little bit
like dying.

But you'll be safe.

Nobody's ever been killed
in WITSEC.

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna live in a double wide?

Wait tables in Texarkana

for the rest
of my life?

That is everything
I have worked to avoid.

But, um, this is what
you wanted, isn't it?

Connor free?
Yeah.

To cut me out of his life.

-Stop.
-Oh. Ever since you found out

he was yours.

I couldn't have planned it
-better myself, Dwayne.
-Okay...

I just didn't think
that you were so...

...conniving.

Okay, the immigration lawyer
was able to speak to Faisal.

Is he all right?
Where is he?

He's still in New Orleans.
A writ of habeas corpus

was filed because he didn't
receive his due process.

Does that mean he can stay?

No. The court will likely
deny the writ.

Yeah, but it buys us some time.
A little, at least.

We need an angle.

Something to bargain with

that'll trump
the state's jurisdiction.

You say Faisal works as a
structural engineer in Syria,

right? Do you know what
kind of projects he worked on?

I mean, I-I know
a few things, I-I guess.

Well, what do you remember?

Well, he hated the military,

and he wanted to focus
on helping people.

Rebuilding infrastructure
in war-torn areas.

Okay.
What kind of infrastructure?

Well, schools and hospitals,
he thought,

but then they ordered him to
focus on government buildings.

Syrian government buildings?

That's what he said.

You think he had access

to the blueprints?

I think so.

That's our angle.

-No, man, but thanks for
bringing me with you.

-Yeah.
-I can't stare at any more walls.

Nah, man, fresh air's what
you need after being in a cell.

You've been there?

Yeah, it was a long time ago.
But the memory stays.

I mean, the apartment
doesn't help.

It's like trading
one cell for another.

Well, hold on. That's not
true, you know that's not true.

Dwayne's just trying
to keep you safe.

Anyway, the wedding will be
a nice change of pace,

if you decide to go.

I'm gonna.
I'm gonna play guitar, too.

If you still
-want me to.
-What? That's great, man.

Yeah? What... Really...

-Oh, geez.
-Let him go... Hey...

Jimmy!

Stop!

Just grab the kid.

Somebody help!
-Call the police!
-We got to go.

Now!
Hey! Hey!

Hey, what's going on
over there?

-Help!

Jimmy!

Jimmy, come on!

They came out of nowhere.

They were after for Connor.

They tried to take him.

Can you give me
any kind of a description?

Uh, yeah, it
was nothing

but masks and fists,

-maybe a couple of boots.
My son, that's...

My son's in there.
I need to get in there.

-Please, let me in. Please!
This is a crime scene.

Officer.

Hey, hey, hey.
-Mom.

I got your text, honey.

Let me see you.

Okay.
I know, you're scared.

It's okay.
I'm here now for you, baby.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Jimmy's hurt pretty bad.

Honey, don't worry.

Who were those men?

I-I don't know.

But it's because of
what you did, right?

What you told the
FBI to get me free?

I mean, everyone's
in danger now.

No, it's not your fault.

But they didn't want Jimmy,
they wanted me.

He's right, Dwayne.

He's not safe here.

Come...

Don't worry.
-It's gonna be all right.
-If this doesn't work,

then Faisal goes back to
Syria and he'll be executed.

How is that all right?

Just don't give up. Okay?

You have one very stubborn
New Yorker fighting for you.

Sebastian!

Come on.

Faisal's being granted
political asylum in exchange

for information concerning
the government buildings

he worked on in Syria.

Oh, my God. That's amazing.

-You can stay?
-Yes.

But first I have
to go with this agent.

I need to debrief him.

Uh, how long's that gonna take?

It's a process.
It'll take some time.

Then he'll have to meet
with intelligence officials.

Yeah, plus you're gonna have
your own stuff to deal with.

I know.

I'm sorry about all of this.

I'm not.

I would do it all again
if I had to.

And look, w-we'll
testify on your behalf.

You know, With a good
JAG lawyer, hopefully you guys

-will be together soon.
-Yeah.

Mm, thank you.

Wow, you guys didn't waste
any time, did you?

-Hey.
-Come on, baby,
be brave.

This is not an ending,
it's a new beginning.

-I'm totally cool.
And you know

you're always welcome
at our place any time.

Well, within reason.

Yeah... What?

Well, anyway,

I knew this day was gonna come,

so... I went and I got you guys

a housewarming present.

You're the best.
-You really are the best.
-Thank you.

What is it?

It's a pillow.

With your face on it.

Yeah, on both sides.

Yeah.

So you can be with us
all the time.

-Mm-hmm.
-This isn't going on the bed.

-Are you sure?
Connor's doing fine.

He's home.

Just a few scuffs and bruises.

And I think
I finally convinced him

that he is safer
in the apartment.

He was lucky, Dwayne.

Who were those men?

Sasha?

Come on.

You must have some idea.

Could... could have been
a lot of people.

Could have been the Dixie Mafia,

or Beverly's family.

There's folks in Kansas City

who really don't like me.

There's... there's always
gonna be someone.

Making that proffer

was the only thing
I could do to help Connor.

I know.

But it put a target

on both of our backs.

As long as he's out there,

people are gonna try
to get to me through him.

I've changed my mind
about WITSEC.

Wherever's not here
is our best chance.

Our?

Well, I'm-I'm bringing
Connor with me.

No. Sasha, no.

No...

No. He...

You-you'd cut off from everyone
that he's ever known.

I am the only one
he's ever known.

You have been
good to him.

But please,

he needs to be with me.

What other choice do I have
if I want to protect him?

If he stays,
he'll always be a target.

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