All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans S02 E12 Eng Sub

(speaks Russian)

That's Russian, I think
they want us to get out.

Very observant, Mr. Palmer.
(speaks Russian)

Okay, hey, the guns
are unnecessary, all right?

I am a complete
physical coward.

What exactly are
you looking for?

I-I'm not a threat.

(speaks Russian)

It is my duty to inform you

that this van
is the property of NCIS,

and you're committing
a federal offense

by... by searching...

I don't think they care, Doctor.

(speaking Russian)

(speaking Russian)

Diplomatic.

Thanks, I was trying to
strike a discreet tone.

No, Mr. Palmer, the plates
on their SUV were diplomatic.

Yeah, fair to say Jethro's
little ruse is working.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

Bishop, I heard you were
coming on a secret mission.

Yeah, this town is
ridiculous to drive in.

What's up with
the no left turns?

(gate closing)
Well, it's bad luck.

But yours is good,
just in time for breakfast.

No time.

You need to take me
to Dr. Wade.

I come bearing gifts.

You could have just
brought bagels.

Who says I didn't?

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x12♪
Sister City, Part II
Original Air Date on January 5, 2016

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♪ Hey, hey ♪

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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Pavlenko was just
in New Orleans.

Need to know why.

Gibbs figures
his body holds a clue.

So you shanghaied his
body and drove all night.

That's badass, Bishop.

Nerve-racking.

Sure I'd be pulled over
by highway patrol.

Had no idea how to explain the
dead Russian diplomat in my van.

Wouldn't be the weirdest
thing they ever saw.

Not by far.

Hi, Dr. Wade.

Special Agent Bishop,
what a surprise.

Uh, I wasn't alerted
of any homicides this morning.

Technically,
he died last night.

Well, sad news to be sure,
but this is highly irregular.

It's a medical examiner's job

to secure the body, transfer it
from the crime scene.

Chain of custody to consider.

Well, chain of custody
doesn't really apply here.

Does Dwayne know about this?

PRIDE:
Package has been received.

We'll hopefully have
some answers soon.

GIBBS:
Problems?

Loretta was not to thrilled.

How'd the director take it?

(chuckles) Oh,
you don't want to know.

(chuckles)
'Cause if you did tell him,

he'd be required
to inform the Russians.

Well, Russians
are already pissed.

Their attaché's not only dead
but missing.

I'd be pissed, too.

So where does that
leave us, Gibbs?

Other than on the brink
of an international incident?

Well, we got five bodies
to consider...

Jenner Blye's airplane.

Yeah, Pavlenko's our only link.

His body might hold the answer.

And before he died,
he was here in New Orleans

at a secret meeting with
our tech billionaire, Blye.

And he's missing,
and he's probably dead.

Yeah.

Meeting was about Manta Ray?

DoD compartmented project?

Not anymore.

I spoke to SecDef.

He read me in.

And you're next.

Bishop?

Hey, Brody.
(chuckles)

Had to come back from the
morgue, do some Russia research.

Oh, I'm sitting on
your desk, aren't I?

That's okay, stay comfortable,
make yourself at home.

I'll-I'll brew you
a cup of green tea.

Okay, hold on.

What's up?

Nothing.

I'm gonna make
your tea.

Mm.

You know, don't you?

You know about my divorce.

Uh, McGee may have let
it slip on the phone,

but I will not
say a word.

SONJA:
Morning.

Bishop, right?

I'm Sonja Percy.

Ah, the other new girl.

It's nice
to finally meet you.

Oh, and sorry
about your divorce.

I may have let
it slip once.

Okay.
Ellie.

Hey.

Hey, how you doing?
Good.

Good, good.

Listen, when
the case is done,

we're gonna head
over to Sal's,

crawfish and beer,

and we'll sort
this all out.

Maybe twice?

All right,
project Manta Ray

(clears throat)
from Blye Industries.

Next generation warship,

undetectable by radar,

able to deliver
missile payload

anywhere in the world.
Never heard of it.

'Cause it never
got off the ground.

Shelved a year ago, too costly.

Well, someone's killing for it.

Best guess: Russian government.

PRIDE:
One suspect in particular,

Eva Azarova, GRU sleeper agent
trained as a special operative.

Been in New Orleans
the last six months,

gathering Intel on Jenner Blye
and probably Manta Ray.

May have killed Pavlenko and
the others after they found out

what she was doing for
the Russian government.

If she doesn't want
to be found, she won't be.

Well, one person
who can help us.

Luca?

Agent Pride.

Been too long.
(chuckles)

You expecting anyone?

No.

I'm all alone.

I join you?

Sure.

PRIDE:
I'll take a dozen.

Abby put a tracking device
in my shoe, didn't she?

It's like college
all over again.

(chuckles)

No, she just figured after
two days away from home,

you'd want oysters.

You've wasted your time.

I have no idea
where Eva is.

She came in five minutes ago.

She's in the ladies'.

No back exit.

Only way out's
through the front.

Agent Pride, is it?

Have a seat.

I'm not staying.

Like to ask you some questions.

About what?

PRIDE:
Six murders.

Possibly a seventh.

Including your
boss, Pavlenko.

I haven't killed anyone.

Then you won't mind coming in.

I do mind.

And if you don't tell
your agents to stop moving,

I will start shooting.

Whoa, Eva,
where'd that gun come from?

It's all right, Luca.

If she was gonna shoot, she
would have done it already.

You don't want a scene,
and neither do I.

I haven't hurt anyone yet,
and I don't want to start now,

so just let me go in peace.

Afraid I can't do that.

MAN:
Oysters are up.

Look, the food's here.

Let's eat,

and-and just figure
something out.

Luca...

...let your faith be bigger
than your fear.

Yeah, that's a good
idea, Luca.

Let's eat, okay?

Come on.
(grunting)

(people exclaiming)

(people shouting)

(grunts)

Hold Luca here.

LUCA:
Am I under arrest?

Not at the moment.

Then I'm free to go.

Didn't say that either.

We found weapons, cash,

and recording devices
in your house.

Now you're helping
a suspected murderer.

Eva's my friend.

Come on now, Luca.

Eva's a spy.

She pretended
to be your friend.

She seduced you,

she drugged you,

she dumped you
in a roadside motel.

You're just like Abby.

So untrusting.
(chair scrapes on floor)

Untrusting is the last word
I would ever use

to describe your sister.

Go on, eat, kid.

Can't eat that.

Bread's no good.

Fresh baked.
From the store.

I apologize for not
baking it myself.

Been kind of busy keeping
you out of trouble.

Luca...

I need your help.

Need to know

how to find Eva
and bring her in.

Dwayne, I know it looks bad.

I get that Eva isn't everything,

or even anything,
that she claimed to be,

but I also know
that she's good inside.

I won't help you trap her,

no matter what
you're gonna do to me.

What I'm gonna do to you...

I'm gonna keep you here...

...so you don't get hurt.

You can think about
everything I just said,

however...

(line ringing)

...I'm the least
of your worries.

ABBY: Hello, Dwayne?
Abby.

Please tell me
my brother's there.

Yeah, he's right here.

What you got, Miss Loretta?

“What we know is not much.

What we don't
know is enormous.”

How's that now?

Pierre-Simon
de Laplace.

Is he our suspect?

No, Christopher.

He's a French astronomer,
died in 1827.

Those were
his last words.

“Now comes the mystery.”

Oh, I'm afraid
I don't know that one.

Henry Ward Beecher,

a social reformer
and abolitionist.

Well played, Ducky.

(chuckles)

How about our victim,
is he telling you anything?

Uh, not much.

But I can confirm
Mr. Pavlenko's death

was caused by a very
powerful neurotoxin.

Batrachotoxin, to be precise.

Same as the five bodies
on the plane.

Well, it doesn't seem
like that was worth

all the smoke and mirrors

to sneak him down here,
just for that.

Patience, Agent Lasalle.

Dr. Wade isn't finished.

Yes, there's
something else.

Mosquitos.

Louisiana state bird.

Oh, he has at least a dozen
of these bites

on his ankles and arms.

And judging by the inflammation,
recently acquired.

I've taken samples

and given them to Sebastian
to analyze.

“I drank what?”

Socrates'
last words,

right after drinking hemlock.

We're not doing that anymore,

(chuckles)
are we?

Okay, well, I'm processing
the blood samples

that I've gotten so far.

Mosquitos can sometimes leave
microscopic traces behind.

Theoretically,
a biological GPS.

So these bites can tell us
where Pavlenko's been?

Well, when do
we get the results?

(chirping)
Oh.

That'd be now.

Sebastian did an analysis

on Pavlenko's bug bites.

Came back with a full spectrum

of the little critter's
ecosystem--

bacteria, plant life,

and some other stuff.

Points to a single
geographic area

in the wetlands, hundred miles
outside of New Orleans.

Well, what's the Russian
attaché doing in the boonies?

Sightseeing?
No.

This is a protected habitat.

Some sort of rare turtle.

No people allowed.

However, I was able
to call in a favor to the NSA

and get the most recent
satellite images.

What am I looking at?

Park ranger station?

Not that far into the wetlands,

an unmanned research facility

set up to monitor the ecosystem.

Owned and operated
by Blye Industries.

And according
to thermal imaging...

...there's someone in there.

♪ ♪

(insects trilling)

(knocking)

MAN:
Whoa!

Jenner Blye?

In the flesh.

NCIS Agents Pride
and Lasalle.

You alone?
Yeah.

You got a lot of people
lookin' for you.

We gotta get you to safety.

Not going anywhere.

Your life is in danger.

(scoffs)
Not the first time.

You don't understand.
BLYE: But I do.

I know exactly what kind
of danger I'm in.

What happened
to the people on my plane.

It's why I'm
staying here

until you
sort it out.

I got water, food...

Nothing to worry about.

(grunts, chokes)

PRIDE:
Hey. Hey.

Jenner's been through
a terrible ordeal.

Just spoke with his doctor.

He has some sort of

neurotoxin in his blood system.

He's lucky to be alive.

He may have permanent
paralysis in his left leg.

He needs his rest.

We understand that,

but we just need to ask him
a few questions.

You're gonna
have to wait.

Back it up, Huxley.

Boys saved my life.

Let 'em ask their questions.

Want to tell us

about Manta Ray?

Project we started for the Navy.

Something special,
something different.

So, of course, DoD decided
to scrap the project.

Don't be cynical, Dalton.

DoD gave us the green light

to create a modified version

of the ship

for commercial use.

Non-weaponized.

Sold it to a Norwegian company
for oil exploration.

How do Russians figure in?

Backstrum Drull.

A shell corporation
created in Moscow

to buy foreign technology
otherwise unavailable to them.

SONJA: Norwegian national police
raided Backstrum Drull's

factory early this morning.

No sign of the ship at all.

BRODY: Manta Ray may already be built
and at sea.

Russians were able
to trick Blye Industries

into giving up Manta Ray.

Then, when their plot
was exposed,

they tried to kill
anyone in the know.

One Russian has had access
to all of our victims.

SONJA:
Eva Azarova.

Not just a spy, but an assassin.

If assassinating anyone

with knowledge of the plot
was Eva's goal,

then why stick around?
Why not split?

I don't know. Maybe, uh...

the job's not done.

Commander Lively and Pavlenko
met at Jenner Blye's house.

Who else was there?

That'd be me.

I was cooking that night.

Come on.

Don't hold anything back.

Hold what back?

Tell it to me straight.

All the gory details.
I can handle it.

Sebastian, what are
you talking about?

And what are you doing?

(grunts)

Huh? Oh, h-hold on.

I got Dr. Mallard here.
He's talking me through

the effects of
the batrachotoxin.

My glove ripped
while I was handling

the evidence from
Jenner Blye's cabin.

Do you have any
hand sanitizer?

Sebastian, if you've had contact
with batrachotoxin,

hand sanitizer
will do you no good.

Oh, man. That bad, huh?

All right, well,
tell me the truth.

Does it look like my nervous
system is shutting down?

Considering
you're not convulsing,

I think you'll be okay.

Now move away from my closet.

I don't want
Hurricane Sebastian

blowing through
my shelves again.

Oh, no, Dr. Mallard.

I wasn't blowing
through anything.

I was anxiously sifting,
if we're going to put a label..

(electronic squeal)
Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

What is it?

Oh, man, some kind of

interference in the Bluetooth.

(electronic clicking, squealing)

Ooh. It gets worse as I get
closer to the freezers.

Ah...

(clicking, squealing increases)

SEBASTIAN: It's a listening device
and a transmitter

hidden inside an implant.

Mandibular 19,
to be exact.

And it's operating?

Means someone's been listening
to every word said in autopsy.

Now they know Pavlenko's
body is here.

So much for
off the books.

Yeah, but if it's the Russians,

why haven't they come
to claim their body?

Espionage, Sebastian.

He's more valuable
in our custody...

where they can monitor
everything we say.

That's all right.

We can use this
to draw them in.

Sebastian...

You up for a road trip?

Man, gotta hand it
to them Russians.

They OG with their tradecraft.

Man had a transmitter
hidden in his tooth

and he probably
didn't even know it.

Can you trace the signal?

Oh, I got in on
their frequency right away.

Triangulation is a bit trickier.

If it was one of ours,

it would the size
of a fleck of dust

that could be monitored
from halfway around the world.

Man, I'd be all over that thing.

But it's one of theirs.

Old school, right?

Yeah, Ruskies, they still
analog in the digital world.

That's that Kruschev
five-year plan mess.

Wait. I think I found
the origin of the signal.

It's here, in New Orleans.

Brighton House, huh?

Not exactly cloak-and-dagger.

More like
gin and tonic.

(scoffs)

But Patton backtraced the
transmitter signal to here.

(indistinct conversations)

(techno music playing)
Yo, is that dubstep?

(Russian accent):
Uh, you have to excuse Yanov.

(music stops)

His taste in music
is atrocious.

And you are?

Paulina Kurteva.

GRU.

Well, actually, Dwayne,

I work in
the diplomatic corps now.

And you two know each other?

We worked the same case.

A crooked Marine embassy guard

took advantage
of a naive Russian woman

who worked for
the Foreign Service.

Close.

My Marine was the victim.

Your “naive woman”

was a honey trap.

Agree to disagree.

We need to talk, Paulina.

The last time you and I talked

was at a Turkish
coffeehouse

and you recorded
the entire conversation.

You can check me for a wire.

Let's walk.

Tell me about
Anton Pavlenko.

Very sad state of affairs.

Complicated by the fact

that your agency
misplaced his body.

You know exactly
where Pavlenko is.

It's the reason
you're in New Orleans.

I am in New Orleans
for rest and relaxation.

Your men,
their tattoos...

Russian Special Forces.

Even soldiers
deserve a break.

And Eva Azarova?

I don't know that name.

Should I?

You haven't been using listening
devices, now, have you, Paulina?

Now that would be considered
an act of espionage.

Yeah, that's right.

Only this time,
it'd be me arresting you.

However, here I am,

enjoying a Bloody Mary

and not a handcuff
in sight.

Not yet.

ABBY: From what I can tell,
it's Russian.

The microcircuitry
is primitive.

Yeah, and since
it's spy tech,

there's probably
no serial number.

Do you think
it's still on?

No, Patton said that
he redirected the...

(clears throat)

...redirected the signal

to control the
transmission, but...

you know,
better safe than sorry.

Spent the whole flight
just repeating stuff

I read in Jack Ryan novels.

So how's my brother?

Uh, I haven't seen him.

Been at the lab,
and he's being detained at NCIS.

“Detained”?

Like a prisoner?

Uh, no. No, no, no, no.

Just in the sense that,
you know, he can't leave,

uh, or do anything

and-and has to be monitored.

Luca just doesn't get it.

He could be in real trouble
here and go to real jail.

All because of some
girl he met at church

and he thinks he can save.

You should tell him
that, Abby.

I can't.

He won't answer
my phone calls or my texts

or my e-mails.

A serial number.

On the tooth?!

On the tooth.

LASALLE:
How'd it go?

Pride saw an old friend today.

Friend's a word for it.

Uh, did you know Pride got
arrested in Moscow once?

Been arrested in a lot
of interesting places, Sonja.

Other than that,
did the Russians spill?

Didn't expect 'em to.

My man. My man,
my man, my man.

Talk to me.
Did a good job, brother.

SONJA:
Did good how?

Oh, I put a program
in Pride's phone

that allowed me to clone
any other cell phone

it comes
in contact with.

And it worked?
Like a charm.

I'm imbedded in one
of those Russian phones.

Brody and Bishop are following
the Russians as we speak,

picking up every word
they're saying.

♪ ♪

(men continue speaking Russian)

Can't listen
to any more of this.

Driving around for 45 minutes,

and Boris won't shut up
about his girlfriend.

I think his name is Ilya.

Boris is the one
with the shaved head.

Mm.

Listen, if you
need to talk

about your divorce...
I don't.

Okay.

I get it.

We barely know each other.

It's your personal
business.

I'll stay out of it.

Everyone expects me to have
some kind of profound feeling,

like the earth's moved and
my world's changed overnight,

but the truth is
it doesn't feel any different.

I'm still me,
Jake is still Jake.

We just aren't together anymore,

and that's sad but also right.

Wow.

I feel better.

Thank you for that.

Anytime.

(pounding on door)

(man shouts in Russian)
(glass shatters)

(gun fires)

♪ ♪

Brody.

Clear.

Another one.

Got a third.

(pounding)

They got away.

What is that delicious smell?

Osso buco, for you.

Oh, I'm a...
Vegan, I know.

So is this.

Made with carrots
instead of veal.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Mmm. That's good.

I got some of the regular stuff
for Special Agent Bishop.

Oh, she's heading
back to DC,

briefing the director

on all the trouble
your girlfriend's causing.

Not my girlfriend.

I mean, I want her to be.

But there's complications,
as you know.

Okay, stop, just stop.

I-I know, I get it.

She lied to me,
but underneath...

Are more lies.

(laughs softly)

Look.

I know you want to believe her,

but you got to accept the fact

that Eva is not
who you think she is.

That's not how faith works.

You don't choose
to have it sometimes

and not have it others.

That's some church talk.

Maybe.

Doesn't make me wrong.

I used to do
what Eva does.

Worked undercover.

Convinced a lot of people

of a lot of things.

She's wanted by us

and her own people.

There's nothing more
you can do for her now.

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

Last time we were together
in a room like this...

I was on the other side
of the table.

And the thermostat wasn't
working correctly,

if I recall.

(chuckles)
This is gonna be good.

Look at that
body language.

Figured that was just an old
GRU interrogation technique.

Oh, I have a subtler
touch, Dwayne.

I recall.

Times change, though.

For instance, I see you
are no longer married.

♪ ♪

That's the past.
(speaker clicks off)

What the hell?

Tell me what
happened today.

My men were killed in a tragic
and unfortunate incident.

In Eva Azarova's apartment.

As attaché for
the Russian government,

I have full diplomatic
immunity.

I'll leave now.

No, Paulina, you won't.

The Russian government
has been involved

in an operation
to steal U.S. Navy secrets.

Project Manta Ray.

That's an absurd accu...

Don't play games.

Anton Pavlenko, a member of your
consulate, exposed the plot.

He and five others
were assassinated,

probably by Eva Azarova,
your agent.

Neither I nor my people
took part in any murders.

I may be many
things, Dwayne...

You are, Paulina.

Have a seat.

Eva was working directly
for Counselor Pavlenko.

She was assigned
to a sensitive matter.

Spying on Jenner Blye.

In the last few days, we started
to question Pavlenko's loyalty.

Because you were listening
to every word he said.

Who's telling the story here?

Sorry.

Continue.

I was dispatched to examine
the matter more closely.

We called Eva in,
but she never responded.

She's off the reservation?

Work with me.

We'll bring her back together,

get some answers.

No, I'm perfectly capable

of keeping my own house
in order.

Really?

'Cause by my count,
you're down by five.

I haven't lost anyone.

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

(door closes)
PRIDE: What the hell happened?

He kicked through the back
window and jumped over the wall.

Probably on his way
to find Eva.

Who's probably gonna
try to kill him.

I've already put
a BOLO out.

Patton's monitoring his
cell phone and credit cards.

We're hitting
the streets.

He won't get far, King.

Yeah, that's all
well and good,

but there's still one thing
we need to do.

Somebody's got
to tell Abby.

♪ ♪

He did what?!

How could you let this happen?!

SEBASTIAN:
I... I-I didn't.

I-I was here with
you, remember?

Solving crime, tracking
Russian dentists.

It's just, I drew the
short straw on this,

so I had to be the
one to tell you.

Luca has almost been killed,
like, three times in two days.

Yeah, and everyone's working
really hard to get him back.

That's not good
enough, Sebastian.

(exhales)

Um...

What... what are you doing?

Breathing exercises.

Trying to find serenity.

And it's not working.

If something happens to him,
I will never forgive myself.

I shouldn't have let
him go back there.

I can't lose him.

Well, you-you haven't.

It's like, um...

It's like Schrodinger's cat.

Okay?

Cat's in
the box, right?

Could be dead, could be alive,

but as long as you
don't open that box,

your brother's still alive.

That's a horrible analogy.

I know, I'm sorry, I just...
I'm not very good at analogies.

Or physics.

But look, look,
you-you would know

if something bad
happened, right?

Like with that plane.

You just, you knew
that Luca was all right.

Like he was sending you signals.

Right.

Signals.

Yeah.

Transmitter.

It's the teeth,
Sebastian, the teeth.

(chuckling):
Oh.

Takes more than a cup
of tea to warm me up.

But you haven't
tasted it yet.

I'm gonna do something
nice for you.

You can do something
nice for me.

What am I looking at?

Your associate's teeth.

Take a close look.

Specifically, mandibular 19.

Implants.

Each implant contains
a transmitter.

Jam, right?

You remember.

Pavlenko had one, too.

It's how you tracked him
to New Orleans,

listened to his conversations.

We traced the implants
to a dentist

in Moscow
who's making a tidy profit

servicing members of the GRU.

You probably been to him.

Oh, these teeth are all mine.

No implants.

It's Eva we want.

She's the one
with blood on her hands.

She's not done.

And she has an implant,
doesn't she?

All I want is Eva's location.

Give us the frequency

of her transmitter.

We'll work together on this.

And when it's done,
you can go home.

(crowd chatter)

EVA:
Took you long enough.

“Let your faith be bigger
than your fear.”

Said it at the oyster bar.

And you said it
to me right here,

the first time
that we kissed.

You have a lot
to explain to me, Eva.

They're saying
things about you.

I wish I could deny them.

It's true?

Yes.

And I want to apologize,
for what I've done,

and for what
I'm about to do.

What is it?

What are you about to do?

I knew that you would
follow me here.

Even if it put you in danger.

Even if everyone told
you that I was a killer.

But I'm taking
advantage,

because I knew that he
would follow you here, too.

He's been tracking you.

Who are you talking about?

Luca, listen, I...

Eva Azarova.

Hands where we can
see them, okay?

Luca,

step away from her.

Luca, down, down! Get down!

(gunfire, people shouting)

SONJA:
Move! Down! Down!

(gunfire, people screaming)

Brody, Lasalle,
you got eyes on the shooter?

You got a location?

Yeah, he's on the balcony,
black hat.

Pride, it's Huxley.

Yeah, I got him.

(gunfire continues)

Eva, stop!

(gunshot)

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(clattering)

(both grunting)

PRIDE:
Huxley!

Put it down.

Time to come in, Eva.

Can you explain
why Blake Huxley,

Jenner Blye's security chief,
was trying to kill you?

Technically, he was
trying to kill Luca.

Because Luca was
the last person alive

who attended a secret meeting
at Jenner Blye's house--

a meeting about your people
stealing our technology.

I have no people anymore.

You proved that

by killing
three Russian security agents.

That was Huxley, too.

Luca might believe
you're just a casualty here;

I'm gonna need convincing.

I know who's
behind that glass.

And if I talk to you, she
puts me away for treason.

And if I don't talk...

I put you away for espionage.

A woman without a country.

But not without friends.

“Let your faith be bigger
than your fear,” right?

Luca risked a lot for you.

He supported you
when no one else would.

At the very least,

you might want to earn
his high regard here.

Pavlenko was my mentor.

He taught me that our work
was more than just spy games.

Human lives on the line.

(laughs):
Oh...

So he had you seduce Luca...

gather intelligence
on Jenner Blye,

for human lives?

Yes, actually.

Pavlenko learned
that our government had stolen

the Manta Ray designs.

I was confirming it.

The operation backfired.

People started dying.

But you didn't run.

I needed to learn
who killed Pavlenko,

make it right.

But they were on
me, every moment.

PRIDE:
Well, you, uh...

you might want to consider
getting a new dentist.

Transmitter.

Mandibular 19.

(wry chuckle)

This is how I've lived
my entire life.

Not as a person, but as a tool.

But Luca sees me differently.

So you used Luca as bait.

Yes.

In order to save his life.

(scoffs)

Otherwise, eventually,
Huxley would have murdered him.

Why?

Why did Blake Huxley
want everybody silenced?

He serving the Russians, too?

He's serving somebody.

(sighs)

LASALLE:
Mr. Blye.

Special Agent Lasalle.

Spare a moment of your time?

Still learning to move with
the paralysis in my left side.

(groans)

If I stop, I might
topple over.

Lean on me.

According to your
flight manifest,

says you're heading
to Venezuela.

They have a growing
shipping industry, new markets.

And a complicated
extradition to the States.

Pavlenko came to you
and your people,

warning that
the Russians tricked you

into selling them Manta Ray.

But it wasn't a trick, was it?

Watch yourself.

You just accused me of treason.

Also accusing you of
ordering your man Huxley

to commit at least six murders.

(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)

Are you arresting me?

I'm a sick man,
need medical attention.

That's 'cause
you poisoned yourself.

You wanted us to find
you in that cabin.

What do you want?

Other than a
full confession?

How to locate
the Manta Ray.

You okay?

Yeah. It looks
worse than it is.

They're letting me
say good-bye before I go.

You should run.

She should not, Luca.

Thank you for believing in me.

I always will.

You're a good man.

Call your sister.

(chuckles)

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

ABBY: Luca.
Abby.

Where are you?
Why haven't you...

We need to talk.

Assuming I'm free to go.

You are, Paulina.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

Don't think so.

Hmm? My compatriot, huh?

There she is.

She is coming with me.

PRIDE:
Uh, hold up.

Uh, might be
a slight misunderstanding.

She can't go with you just yet.

DoD needs to debrief her.

Could take a
couple of months,

maybe longer.

You know how
bureaucracy is.

I won't even pretend
to be surprised, Dwayne.

Well... (clears throat)

Until next time.

What she just say?

I don't know.
She was whispering.

Don't look at me.
I don't speak Russian.

Thank you.

Sonja's gonna get you up to DC.

Meet with Special Agent Gibbs.

Stay out of trouble.

(cell phone ringing)

Huh. Gibbs.

(phone beeps)

Nice of you to call.

D-Man.

Good job on Jenner Blye.

Team effort, yours and mine.

(chuckles)
Just like that Miami op?

Well, little less paperwork.

Any luck tracking the Manta Ray?

Well, I hear it's about
to hit an iceberg.

Good.

Didn't even cause
an international incident.

Unlike the Miami op.

(chuckles)
Until next time.

“Laissez Les bons
temps rouler”.

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