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Okay, come on, guys.
Finish your breakfast.

Put the plates in the
sink. We need to go.

Kent?

Come on, we gotta get!

(knock on door)

- Hey, you're gonna be late.
- Coming, okay.

(knock on door)

What?

Want to hold onto
this job, right?

Whoa-whoa-whoa, hey, hey, hey,

girls, n-n-n-no...
just... right there,

stay right there, okay?

ANNE:
It's okay.

Can we leave now?
Huh?

Go... all right. Guys,
have a great day, okay?

- All right, hop in, buckle up, okay?
- Bye, Dad.

- Love you.
- Hey... take the scenic route, okay?

You need to up your meds.

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♪ NCIS:New Orleans 5x17 ♪
Reckoning
Original Air Date on March 26, 2019

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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

- Morning, sir.
-Morning.

Nathan?

Dwayne, hey.

Come by to grab
some stuff?

What stuff?

I mean, you can leave it
here as long as you like.

Shouldn't you be
at Camp Lejeune? Huh?

I-I was until I got
the call from HQ.

Which you didn't get.

What call, Nathan?

(sighs) HQ was supposed
to give you a call this morning.

Oh... my phone was off.

What's going on?

We've been reassigned.

I'm S-- Interim Special Agent
in Charge of the Southeast.

HQ was supposed
to inform you.

Yeah, well, they didn't.

So, if you're here, wh-where
am I supposed to be?

Honestly?
No one knows.

GREGORIO:
This is a joke, right?

There's no such
place as Bovis.

Bovis, Mississippi.

Right across the state line.

(sighs) And we have
to go there, why?

They're looking for Petty
Officer First Class Dana Wilson.

She's been on bereavement leave
for her aunt who died.

Been U.A. for a week since.

Honestly, Pride, are things
so slow at Belle Chasse

that we have to go to Bovis?

I wouldn't know.

Well, you're the SAC.

Not anymore.

I've been reassigned,
effective immediately.

What? What happened?
I don't know.

Went into my office...

and someone else was there.

Well, there's got to be
an official reason.

What did HQ say?

I was busy this morning.

They left messages.
I called back.

They haven't returned, so

I came here.

Well, that sounds way more
important than a missing sailor.

We should probably

stay here and help
him sort it out.

No, Gregorio.

You and Christopher

need to go to Bovis.
Work the case.

Find the sailor.
I'll be fine.

Go on, get out of here.
Learn things.

Okay, but, uh...

keep us updated.

You think I'm holding
something back, I'm not.

No insights on what happened?

I got top marks
on my last performance review.

Not that I put
much stock in that.

Bosses said they appreciate
my unique methods.

You are one of a kind.

Well... no use speculating.

I'm gonna make
some more calls.

All right? I'll get
to the bottom of this.

Well, look, you should
have your desk back

while you're here.

Nah... not my desk anymore.

I'll just find a place.

(sighs)

GREGORIO:
Got to be office politics.

Someone in D.C. got their nose
out of joint about Pride.

Probably want their cousin
to get the job.

Uh, NCIS doesn't work like that.

Every place works like that.

Kind of wish we were
back in New Orleans with him.

We're as far from New
Orleans as we can get.

A place like this... makes
a New York girl really nervous.

Small town, Gregorio.
It ain't gonna bite.

Says you.

Looks like someone took a bite

out of Bovis.

LASALLE:
Hit on hard times, I guess.

What in the... hmm?

Just like perfectly normal
strangers waving hello?

It's common courtesy.

It's what happens
when everyone knows everyone.

Yeah.

Should make it easier to
find Petty Officer Wilson.

Yeah, I'm not seeing
a police station.

Yeah, it's a one-horse town.
We'll find it.

Excuse me, sir, can you tell us
where the police station is?

First of all,
I don't talk to cops.

Second of all,
I'm not a damn tour guide.

See, Gregorio?

There's rude people here, too.

Yeah, I should teach that creep
some manners.

No doubt. Let's
look around.

Police station
and the mayor's office.

- Guess they multitask here.
- Yup.

Hello? Anyone there?

- Sign here says: "Gone to lunch."
- Yeah, well, the good news is

there's not a lot of dining options.
- You got that right.

- Charlie Conroy at your service.
- You the chief of police?

Yes, I am the chief,
I'm the deputy,

and the 911 operator.

Wear a lot of hats.

That's nothing.
He's also the mayor,

the Realtor, and he operates
the car dealership.

She miss anything,
Charlie?

Well, I am the only notary
in a 25-mile radius.

You like to keep yourself busy, huh?

Well, Bovis had
a rough time

when the dog food factory
shut down a few years ago.

Every time somebody tried to pull stakes
and close down their business,

I just tried to jump in
and help out a little bit.

Charlie kept the town
on life support.

But the dog food factory's
up and running again.

Things are getting better.

But you're not here
for a history lesson.

You're here to find out
about Dana Wilson.

Oh, sad to hear she's missing.

Mm.
Dana was such a good girl.

Did you know her?

- Course.
- Yeah, she grew up here

with her aunt--
homecoming queen,

went to state for track and
field, sang in the choir.

Yeah, then she joined the Navy
after she graduated high school

and went away
and never came back.

Well, she came back last week
for her aunt's funeral.

Well, now, the funeral was
last week, but she wasn't here.

All right, well, we'd like
to check out her aunt's house,

if that's okay,
just cover all our bases.

You bet. I'll be happy
to take you out there

if you like.

Appreciate it.
All righty.

Keep that burger hot.
I'll be right back.

(chuckles)

SEBASTIAN:
This doesn't feel right.

Pride getting removed
from his job, no explanation.

Feels like a conspiracy.

Yeah, to me, too,
Sebastian,

but staring at Dwayne
on the phone won't help,

especially when you're
supposed to be tracking down

Petty Officer Wilson.

Right. Well, I mean,
I contacted her friends,

remaining family,
members from her unit--

no one has any idea where she is.
- Well, any suspicious activity

before she disappeared?

No. I mean, I did
a thorough background--

she's as squared away
as a sailor gets.

Why'd she go U.A.?
I don't know.

I am working on getting approval
to remotely access her phone,

see if I can't get a ping.

Okay. Let's get a rush
on that approval.

Okay.

Talked to everyone

who'd take my calls in D.C.

No one knows
why I got reassigned.

Or if they do, they won't say.

I reached out to a friend at
the Department of the Navy.

She should have some insight.

Appreciate that.

Not sure it'll help, but...
Well, someone made

this decision-- there's
got to be a reason.

Well, I can't just
stick around here waiting.

Where are you going?

Clear my head.

♪ ♪

Oh, it's a little early,
don't you think?

Figured you might need it--
considering...

Considering Hannah
already called you

and told you what
was going on.

I'm your brother...
and head bartender.

Who better to share
your troubles with?

No. I'm not drinking.

And since I'm not exactly
sure what my troubles are,

I can't share
'em yet, either.

Fair enough, D.

Figured I'd help out
with the happy hour rush.

I got the situation on lockdown.

Your services
are not required.

Although, of course,
always appreciated.

LASALLE: This is where
Petty Officer Wilson grew up?

Yes, sir.
It's not much to look at now,

but... let me tell you,
back in the old day,

well, Lorraine took
real good care of this place.

Yeah, but after Dana left,

well, Lorraine get sick...

Place went to seed?
Not for long,

because Lorraine left the house
to the town of Bovis.

We gonna tear it down and
build ourselves a new school.

Looks like someone was here

sorting through Aunt
Lorraine's stuff.

Maybe Petty Officer Wilson
did come back.

(phone ringing)

What's up, Sebastian?

Hey. So, I got approval
to access

Petty Officer Wilson's phone.
I just turned it on,

and according to the GPS,
it's in Bovis.

Okay. Where in Bovis?

Her aunt's house.

We're in her aunt's house.
There's no sign

of Dana or her phone.

All right, hold on.
I'm dialing the number.

(line ringing)

(phone ringing in distance)

(ringing continues)
It's coming from in here.

I don't see anything.

I think it's
under the floorboards.

(ringing continues)

These boards are loose.

(ringing continues)

Aw, geez.

SEBASTIAN:
What? What happened?

We found the phone, Sebastian,
and Petty Officer Wilson.

(ringing continues)

I'm heading back to NCIS.

HANNAH:
Dwayne, you don't have to.

Missing person case
just turned into a murder.

Course I have to.

See you in a bit.

Hands where
I can see 'em.

(sighs)
Get 'em up!

Turn around slow.

Isler?

What the hell is going on?

Heard you were
looking for a job.

Why was I removed
from my SAC position?

Kent Crawford.

You were at his house
this morning,

keeping an eye on him.

How did you...

Because we've been
keeping an eye on you.

I don't understand.

Apollyon.

They were responsible

for the kidnapping
and murder of your father.

You took them down.

Except for Avery Walker.

Body was never recovered
after the prison riot

that supposedly killed him.

And you've been discreetly
looking into his disappearance.

Dead bodies don't
just disappear.

You've been running
background

on current and former
employees of the prison.

Possible accomplices.

Kent Crawford
is your current focus.

He quit his prison job
days after the riot.

Changed addresses twice

within the last
three months.

That's why you're no longer SAC.

If official Washington wanted
me to back off,

they would have told me.

But we believe you,
Dwayne.

Let me ask you.

Do you recognize this?

Bar code tattoo
from Amelia Parsons.

Contained Intel on Apollyon.

But was too damaged
to get much off it.

Not anymore.

Team of analysts
at Langley were able

to reconstruct it;
we got the mother lode.

Enough information
on their MO to figure out

elements of Apollyon
are still active.

And Avery Walker is still alive.
You keep saying "we."

A task force organized
to take out Apollyon for good.

Small group.

Culled from the CIA, FBI,
other agencies.

I'm running it.

Still doesn't explain why
I got removed from my job.

Apollyon maintains sources
within the government.

Anyone on the task force...

needs official cover for why
they left their post.

I stepped down weeks ago.

So this is a job offer?

You have the most experience
going after Apollyon.

And...

you have skin in the game.

And we believe you
about Kent Crawford.

How do you know?

Accessed his financials.

Found a numbered account
with six figures.

Where'd the money come from?

That's what the task force
is here to find out.

Would you like
to join us?

Who's your boss?

Pride...

that's need-to-know, man.
(phone chimes)

It's my team.

Yeah.

It's probably about
your murdered sailor.

You should go.

Hey.

Think about what I've said.

It's a lot to process.

I'll be in touch.

I can tell you one thing I feel.

I don't like you spying on me.

Don't think of me as a spy.

Think of me as an angel...

on your shoulder.

(door opens, shuts)

Petty Officer Wilson's body
was found wrapped in plastic

and buried under
her aunt's floorboards.

I sent Dr. Wade
and Sebastian off to Bovis

to examine the crime scene.

Good. Any idea
of cause of death?

Mm-mm. Nothing concrete.

Lasalle and Gregorio
are thinking blunt force.

And I'm assuming no witnesses?

No one in
Bovis even knew

that Petty Officer
Wilson was there.

You should send Doc Wade
and Sebastian to Bovis.

I just--
Dwayne.

Hmm?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm... of course.

(phone chimes)

Look, it's clear that
you're... distracted.

This have something to do
with the reassignment?

No.

This is just bar business.

Okay? I'm good.

Uh, just, just keep me
updated, all right?

Okay.

Initial theory's correct.
(clears throat)

Poor girl was
bludgeoned to death.

And what's the powdered
substance in the plastic?

Uh, I'm guessing it's lye.
Suspect covered her in it.

That's attempting
to speed up the decomp.

Someone wanted her
to disappear.

Makes sense since
we can't find her car either.

Well, I also found

another foreign
chemical substance

separate from the lye.

Yeah, I'll take it
back to the lab, analyze it.

How does a girl visit

her hometown of 400 people
and get murdered

without anyone knowing?

Well, I wish I could
help you out, but, uh,

we just had no
idea she was here.

Yeah, someone knew.

Well, like I said,
I'm a one-man shop.

Don't have a forensics
team, no investigators.

Now, you guys ought to have
some sort of technology

that can figure out
what happened to her.

Well, it's not that simple,
Chief Conroy.

I mean, we'll run our tests,

but we'll still need
to talk to some folks.

Well, that'd be all right.

Is anyone in town
you can think of that

might do our petty officer
any harm?

Well... Dana's been gone for
years, like I said.

That doesn't leave much
room for local trouble.

What about this guy?

(chuckles)

It's the guy that was
at the bar yesterday.

Yeah, that's
Pierce Evans.

He used to be a big deal
around these parts.

He was a high school captain
of the football team,

uh, homecoming king.

Dana was his queen.
Yep.

That was the perfect
high school couple,

but then Dana had ambitions
to go off and see the world.

And Pierce became a drunk.

Well, he became
much more than that.

That boy got into meth.
(sharp exhale)

Yeah, threw
his whole future away.

Guessing he didn't take
her joining the Navy too well.

No, sir,
he didn't.

Now, we don't have
much trouble here in Bovis,

but what trouble we do have,

that Pierce is usually
right in the middle of it.

You got an address
on this Pierce?

Eh, well, sort of.

Pierce is in between
addresses right now.

He lives in his motor home
and he parks in various spots.

Nice spot.

Yeah, Bovis is a nice place,
isn't it?

Why, you see this up here?
This building right here?

Well, that's
a dog food factory.

That don't look like much,
but let me tell you,

when that reopened,
it saved this town.

People got jobs again.

And hope.

Looks like Pierce missed out
on the hope part.

Now, Pierce, he don't have

a real good history
with law enforcement.

I think it's best
if I approach him alone,

let him see
a friendly face first.

Well, is he the type
to have a gun?

Well, this is Bovis.
Everybody got a gun.

Pierce, it's Charlie.

Now, I'm gonna need you
to come on out of there,

nice and calm with your hands
where I can see 'em.

(Gregorio gasps)

(gunshot)

LASALLE:
Got a rabbit!

So much for
"nice and calm."

You've come up in the world.

Apollyon task force works
in the margins,

just like our target.
- Out of sight, out of mind.

Something like that.

I'll introduce you later.

We've got representatives
of various agencies--

FBI, Homeland, CIA.

CIA working side-by-side
with law enforcement?

Won't that complicate
arrests and prosecution?

Prosecution's not the endgame.

Will Kirby, Dwayne Pride.

Kirby runs the
more aggressive

element
of our task force.

Ah.

What agency you
working for?

Uh, there's no category for me.

All right, so I'm guessing
Special Forces, Black Ops?

Nah, think of me as
a big game hunter.

What is the goal
of this operation?

To dismantle Apollyon.

Take down
its remaining members.

Take 'em down or take 'em out?

Whatever works.
Look...

we'll take them
into custody if we can.

But we need to be prepared.

You being on the task force
goes a long way.

Yeah, well, I'm
not sure I am yet.

You said you downloaded
the rest of the Intel

from Amelia's tattoo?

I wanted to take a look.

It's all here.

Uh, safe house locations,

operatives' names,
financial information.

But I can't let you see it until
you commit to the task force.

Why's that?

Because anyone read in
becomes an instant target.

All right, let me...
I'll show you one thing.

Intel on Kent Crawford.

ISLER:
Over the last few months,

someone's paid him $200,000.

Recently, he purchased a condo
in Costa Rica.

How'd you get this information?

Uh, don't ask.

Are you saying

that you've got
actionable evidence

of Kent Crawford's involvement?

Probable cause?
Not yet.

That's why
we're going to talk to him.

I don't know, Raymond.

This doesn't seem right.

Says the guy who's been stalking
Crawford for the last week.

- I haven't broken any laws.
ISLER: Okay.

Okay.

And you still won't, Dwayne.

Yeah. My guys are the ones
getting their hands dirty.

You should come along.

See how the big boys play.

All right, now,
you all know Pierce Evans

and all the trouble he's had.

Well, the NCIS here,
they need to talk to him.

But he's proving
really hard to find.

Now, Agent Gregorio
and a few folks,

they're sweeping
the edge of town,

and Agent Lasalle and me,
we could use your help here.

I don't like this.

I mean,
Pierce has already shot at us.

Well,
as a small-town police force,

I depend on the help
of my neighbors.

Plus, we already know
our way around the places

that Pierce would want to hide.

All right.

Well, if y'all spot him,

stay away.

Contact Gregorio and I.

We'll bring him in safely.

All right, you heard the man.

Do not make contact
with Pierce.

You got your cell phones
and your panic whistles.

Use 'em if you have to.

(indistinct chatter)

LASALLE:
It's kind of strange, huh?

What is?

Well, everybody's...

driving brand spanking
new vehicles.

Kind of sticks out

in a place like this.
Hmm.

Sign of the times. Bovis
is on its way back.

Everybody's got a
few dollars again.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

(whistle blows)

It's coming from behind the bar.

What is it, Larry?
The car's right here.

- Pierce is inside.
- All right, call Conroy. Let's go.

Car's right here.

All right. Stay right here.

Brown Honda.

Petty Officer Wilson's car.

Pierce Evans!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Get it, get it, get it.
Hey! Okay, I got it.

All right, girls, come
on. Dinner's ready.

Okay, Mom.

So, what's the plan?

Crawford's security shift
ended 30 minutes ago.

Should be home soon.

You gonna question him
in front of his wife and kids?

They won't even
know we were here.

Meaning?

OPERATIVE: Crawford's car
just turned the block.

All right.

Operation's a go.

Copy that.

PRIDE:
All right.

I'll take the lead.

Oh, stand down,
Special Agent.

Let 'em do what they do, Dwayne.

(tires screeching)

OPERATIVE:
Get out! I said out!

Whoa-whoa-whoa.
Hey, hey, hey. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot-- what--
no, wait, no...

No, no!
Come on!

(grunting)

Go, go!

Abducted him
right off the street.

They detained him, Dwayne.

Couple months ago,
I was in his position.

It didn't feel
like I was being detained.

- Yeah, but this is different.
- How?

We're the good guys.

JULIE:
Scrambled eggs,

country baked ham,
and creamy cheese grits.

Reminds me of my mama's
home cooking.

Reminds me to check
my cholesterol.

You eat like this every day?

Only the days that end in "Y."
(laughter)

Dig in and leave some room
for breakfast buns.

Thank you.

Mmm.

What? It looks good.

I thought you said
small towns make you nervous.

No, no, no. I never said
anything about the food.

Am I the only one who lost sleep

over the sudden death
of our primary murder suspect?

Yeah, it kept me up, too.
Something just don't feel right.

Pierce Evans is a meth addict.

Overdoses come
with the territory.

If that's in fact what happened.

CONROY:
I got some good news

for you all.

County coroner
just confirmed that

Pierce Evans died of an acute

methamphetamine overdose.

A man's dead.
There's nothing good about that.

Well, yeah, I just meant
that the, the case is closed

and Dana Wilson got her justice.

We're gonna need to see
that autopsy report.

You bet. I'll have
a copy sent directly

down to NCIS office
in New Orleans.

(phone chimes)

Oh, god-dog it,
look at that.

Skeeter Johnson got stuck
in his attic again.

That's the third time
this month.

Well, I better run.
I got to help him.

Now, listen, y'all have a safe
drive back to New Orleans.

Thank you.

He seems eager to get rid of us.

Yeah, question is why.

I suspect the answer may lie
with the late Pierce Evans.

I'm gonna go to the
county coroner's office,

do that exam myself.

What? You don't
have jurisdiction.

Have a little faith.
I can be very persuasive.

KIRBY:
Stop lying

to me.
I'm not.

This isn't right.

This is Kirby's
show right now.

Yeah, and he's
screwing it up.

Leaving Crawford in that room
all night, playing power games.

Ethically,
it's on the line.

It's way over the line,
Raymond, and you know it.

Crawford's not gonna
give us anything this way,

and if he does,
it'll be a lie.

Not what you want to do!

You got to give it
to this guy.

He is tougher
than he looks, but...

but I got a few tricks
up my sleeve.

Whatever you got in this case,
you're not gonna use it.

I'm gonna do what I have to.
No.

You're not gonna touch
Kent Crawford again.

This man's a scumbag.

He's an enemy combatant
with vital Intel.

He's also a husband
and a father.

We should buy him
breakfast then.

Actually, yes.

What are you suggesting?

Not all pressure points
are physical.

Let's see what you got, Dwayne.

I'm gonna need your help.

(grunting)

Hey, hey.

(muttering)
No, easy, easy. Easy.

Hey.

Come on, got
you a blanket.

Thank you.
Yeah, yeah. Chair.

Some water.

(grunts)

Here's some water.

Food's coming.

Doesn't matter.
I know how this ends.

I'm gonna die here.

Nobody is dying.

What, you're just
gonna take me home?

That's not up to me.
It's up to my boss.

Why am I talking to you, then?

Because I'm the one
who understands

why you're so afraid
of Avery Walker.

Apollyon came after me
and my family.

I got lucky.

My father didn't.

You're worried about

what they might do
to your wife and children.

They're innocent.

That doesn't matter
to Walker.

You're a loose end
to Apollyon,

whether you cooperate
here with us or not.

We got a team watching
your family.

You work with us, we'll bring
'em in, keep 'em safe.

I mean, there is nothing
that you could do

to keep him
from coming after us.

There is if we get to him first.

Hey, hey. Look at me.

I'm still breathing.
You're still breathing.

Let's keep it that way.

Let's take 'em down.

We know that you smuggled
Walker out of prison.

Where'd you take him?

There's a private
airstrip in Ansley.

There was a jet waiting.

Going where?

Don't know. He wouldn't
tell me, but, um,

the pilot spoke French. He said
something about "Cointrin."

Former name
of the Geneva Airport

and a perfect place
for Walker to hide out.

It turns out,
the county coroner and myself

have the same affinity
for Left Bank Bordeaux,

so I promised him a bottle
of '87 Château Haut-Brion

in exchange for an hour
in his lab.

Never underestimate the power
of a good bottle of wine.

Now, based on my examination
of Pierce Evans,

I concur with the C.O.D.

- It was a meth overdose?
- Yes.

But it wasn't an accident.

I found a series of sterile
abscesses where unabsorbed meth

pooled beneath the skin.

That happens when the needle
misses the vein.

But in this case,

someone forcibly injected
methamphetamine directly

into his pulmonary vein.

His heart could have
short-circuited.

Yeah, wish I could say
he didn't suffer,

but I'm certain he did.

Sleepy town isn't
so sleepy anymore, huh?

Yeah.

Have a safe drive home.

All right, so I did
a trace analysis

of the substance that we found
near Dana Wilson's body.

Okay.

Found five
distinct compounds.

Cellulose fiber,
dried whey,

copper sulfate, anchovies,
and chicken liver.

This sounds like a twisted
science experiment.

It's actually dog food.

It's a proprietary
blend.

Petty Officer Wilson's aunt
didn't have a dog.

No, but the Bovis dog food plant
is back in operation.

Someone connected to that
could be our suspect.

They could've tracked the
substance into the crime scene.

I'll call Lasalle
and Gregorio.

Contact at Swiss Intelligence
confirmed Walker

at the Geneva Airport
three months ago.

Could be anywhere by now.

Yeah. It's as fresh a lead
as we're gonna get,

and that means we're
headed to Switzerland.

What about Crawford
and his family?

Handed 'em over to WITSEC.
They'll be safe.

Only if we catch Walker.

You just said "we."
That mean you're signing up?

Geneva's only
the first stop.

No telling where
this chase might lead.

Someone's got to keep
an eye on Kirby.

And take down the most
dangerous criminal

you ever faced.
Yeah.

There's more, Dwayne.

All ties to family and friends,
they must be cut.

They can't know where you are
or what you're doing.

Only way to keep 'em safe.

You ready for that?

How long do I have to decide?

We'll leave in the morning.

GREGORIO:
I know people go crazy

for their pets, but automatic
weapons at a dog food factory?

LASALLE:
Yeah, we need to get

a closer look and see what
they're really protecting.

Right.

Let's call Hannah
and get a warrant.

(scoffs)
No signal.

Me neither.

All right, let's
get a closer look.

They're not making dog food,
they're cooking meth.

Told you small towns
are creepy.

I wish you could come,
too, Laurel.

I know how much
you love to travel.

Well, I'll call you
as-as often as I can,

but, you know,

with schedules
and-and security protocols...

I'm gonna be
the global liaison to

over a dozen regional
supervisors around the world.

L-London,

Naples, uh, Crete.

I-I just didn't
want you to worry

if you didn't hear
from me, that's all.

Yeah.
Hey, Laurel,

can I call you back?

Love you, too, sweetie.

Sorry, Pride, I was
trying not to listen.

It's okay.

It's okay.
Well, I guess

a congratulations is in order.
I-I didn't, I didn't know

that NCIS had
a global liaison.

Hannah.

No worries. No questions.
I've been there.

Appreciate that.

Doesn't mean I won't share
my opinion.

Look, whatever it is
they've asked you to do,

no matter
how important it may be,

lying to your loved ones,
it doesn't get any easier.

That guilt you feel,
it just grows.

Trust me.

Financials on this
Bovis dog food plant

are all wrong.

Uh, sales figures from the last
eight months are arbitrary

and completely hide the fact
that they only had one customer.

Well, it looks like all the
transactions were completed

electronically through
the same numbered account.

SEBASTIAN:
Yeah, the bank was offshore

and the account holder
was completely anonymous.

Well, if they're covering
something up,

we need to find out what it is.

Plus, I can't get through
to Lasalle or Gregorio.

I'm starting to get worried.

If you leave now,
the two of you can make it

to Bovis within the hour.

Wait, you're not coming?

Pride will coordinate from here,
in case things go bad.

Oh, that's smart,
'cause they usually do. Okay.

Khoury.

Be careful out there.

You, too, Pride.

♪ From the home of the great
Louis Armstrong ♪

♪ And the Superdome, Mardi Gras
and stuffed mirliton ♪

♪ 24-hour drinking
with everybody ♪

♪ On a all-night flight ♪

♪ Sleep all day ♪

CROWD:
♪ Party all night ♪

♪ We're the home of the
jambalaya crawfish pie ♪

♪ I said sleep all day ♪

CROWD:
♪ Party all night ♪

♪ Horn... ♪

Good crowd for a Tuesday night.

For any night.

And that's because
of you, Jimmy.

We're just getting started.
I got big plans for this place.

Special events, expansion.

(laughs): Man, the line's gonna be
out the door.

With your permission, of course.

You're not gonna need
my permission,

because you're gonna be
my partner.

What are you talking about?

Got the lawyer
drawing up papers.

Couple signatures and 50% of
the Trutone is gonna be yours.

What's going on with you?

I'm just doing right
by my brother.

Then why do you seem sad?

Going away for a while.

Need you to look
after the place.

Laurel, too.

Can you do that?
Yeah, of course.

(phone ringing)
Where you going?

Finish something that never
should've got started.

(phone ringing)

What's up, Sebastian?

SEBASTIAN:
So I just talked to my guy

at the Financial Action
Task Force,

and it turns out
that they're tracking

the same numbered account

that's connected
to the dog food factory.

Can you I.D.

the account holder?

Yeah,
it's a Mexican shell company,

it's controlled
by the Sinaloa Cartel.

(phone crackles)
Pride?

Sebastian?

Pride, hello?

Call dropped.

♪ Hey... ♪

Apologies, Miss Julie, but
we need to use your pay phone.

Cell phones aren't working.

Oh, come on in.

The towers must be out.

I'll brew up a fresh pot.

GREGORIO:
All right. Thank you.

(sighs)
Crap.

What's wrong?
You got any change?

Who carries change anymore?

Well, we're gonna need some.
Miss Julie!

Um, can we please
borrow some quarters?

Best to hang up.

You heard my sister.

I don't know
what you think we're doing,

but there's really bad things
going on here in Bovis.

You found the meth factory.

We got you
on our security cameras.

LASALLE:
You guys are in on it?

Why?
Self-preservation.

Our town was dying.

And you decided
to save it with meth?

We have all paid a price
to that drug.

Lost people close to us.

Was an opportunity to turn
a blight into a blessing.

By going into the drug business?

Well, we had to get back
what we lost.

Everybody wins.
Not Dana Wilson.

Shut up. Shut up. Okay?

Julie, give me the shotgun,
and bring the truck around.

Larry, I don't like this.

You shouldn't.
We're federal agents,

and there's more of us coming.

Larry?
Julie,

give me the damn gun
and go get the truck.

HANNAH: Strange place to find
the Sinaloa Cartel.

Yeah, something tells me
the world's most powerful

drug cartel isn't funneling
its money into Bovis

just for its puppy chow.

HANNAH:
Agreed.

(siren wailing)

How fast were you going?

I...

Howdy, folks.

HANNAH:
Uh, Special Agent

Hannah Khoury and Lund here.

Oh, I know who you are.

Your companions told me
you were coming.

If you like,
I can take you to 'em.

Yeah, are they all right?

Oh, they're fine,
they're just down

at our dog food factory
having a look around,

seeing if there's
something strange going on.

I was just taking 'em some,
uh, biscuits and coffee.

Aw, man, that sounds great.

Well, there's plenty
for everybody.

If you'd like to follow
me, I'll take you to 'em.

Yeah, sure.

All righty.

He seems weirdly nice.

Yeah, right?

Business must be booming to keep
this place open 24/7, huh?

Yeah, we can't fill
the orders fast enough,

but I like to say, uh, never
look a gift horse in the mouth.

Where are our colleagues?

- Oh, they're right in here.
SEBASTIAN: That's weird.

This dog food expired
two years ago.

You said our friends
found something strange?

Yeah, well, they got some crazy
notion that we're up to no good.

We're gonna need Special Agent
Lasalle and Gregorio right now.

Well, now, that sounds like
you're giving me an order.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Sebastian. Disarm him.

Uh, Hannah?
(gun cocks)

I don't think we're getting
those biscuits.

This is crazy.
What are we doing?

Protecting our future,
that's what we're doing.

By kidnapping
four federal agents?

Nobody's ever gonna find out.

If four NCIS agents go missing,
people are gonna start looking.

Yeah, streets will be swarming
with law enforcement by morning.

Let us go, we'll make sure
you get treated fairly.

Especially if you cooperate.

Now don't you get stupid on me.

What do you think our business
partners are gonna do to you?

You think they're gonna let you
live if you help the Feds?

Your business partners
ain't gonna like any of this.

Well, that's why they're sending
somebody up here right now

to help clean up this mess.

And by the time
they leave,

there ain't gonna be no trace
of y'all.

Yeah, after they're finished,
there ain't gonna be

no trace of Bovis either.

Charlie, what's she mean?

HANNAH:
You ever heard of Las Ochas?

Beautiful fishing village
on the Gulf near Mazatlán.

Fell on hard times.
Reached out

to the Sinaloas
for help.

Cartel used their boats
to smuggle cocaine

into the United States

until the DEA
found out.

What happened?

Oh, Sinaloas
took care of them, too.

Sunk their boats.

Burned down the village.

Killed every villager
they could find.

Three generations erased
in an afternoon.

You made a deal
with the same devil.

You expect the price
to be any different?

What are we gonna do?

You could, uh, p-put the
guns down and let us go.

We'll protect you.
They don't need no protection!

I'm their protection!

You're doing a
crap job of it.

When this town
was dying,

I fixed it.

I gave 'em all jobs.

I put money in your pockets.

Gave you all
a future again.

LASALLE: What about Dana Wilson
and Pierce Evans?

Who else is gonna die?

It's over.

We can't anymore.

Larry, untie 'em.

Don't you touch them, Larry!

Untie 'em!
Don't you do it, Larry.

(groaning)

Larry, no!

(muttering)

Wait! Nobody shoot!

This is
my damn town.

We should've never listened
to you.

We have disgraced
everything

we was trying to save.

LASALLE: Hey, Conroy. Look,
drop the gun, man.

I will shoot you!

You can go to hell.

GREGORIO:
Come on!

I got to find a phone.

LASALLE: Cut us loose.
Come on, hurry.

Call an ambulance.

(grunts)

(phone ringing)

(tires screech)

Where the hell are you?!
You said

you'd be here! This whole
damn thing's gone sideways.

I need you to help me!
Come on now!

Come to me.
This is all falling apart!

It's over.

You can't do that!

You need me!

(indistinct police transmission)
(siren wailing)

Appreciate it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Everybody okay?

Yeah. Nothing three
or four hours

at the spa won't fix.

(mutters)
I mean, it was a little...

close for comfort.

Hey, thanks for sending
the cavalry, King.

I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.

Any word on Conroy?

Found his body outside of town.

This story was never gonna
have a happy ending.

Conroy was desperate
to make Bovis immortal.

Instead, he managed to wipe 'em
off the map forever.

All right, can we
go home, please?

♪ ♪

Wheels up in ten.
You almost didn't make it.

You aren't coming, are you?

My place is here, Raymond.

No matter how bad I want Walker
and Apollyon brought to justice,

I can't put that over
my family, my team.

Not this time.

They need you. I get it.

Actually...

I need them.

Been through a lot
the last few months.

Well, it's a loss.

Not gonna lie.

I understand.

I appreciate that.

Do me a favor,
would you?

Keep an eye on
your man Kirby.

You're a
federal agent,

not an executioner.

Don't forget that.

Keep an eye on
yourself, too.

Listen, Dwayne,
you can still be valuable.

Be our contact here,
advise us if something happens.

It won't.

Right, but if it does,

you're it.

I've given you access
to the Intel.

The only other person
who has it.

The only one
who can stop Apollyon.

Take care of
yourself, Raymond.

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