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Party!
Yeah! NOP!

(dance music playing,
crowd chatter)

♪ Gonna make you mine
forever... ♪

Dude, I think she's dead.

Should we call security?

(gasps)
Oh...

♪ You can run, you can hide ♪

I need another drink.

♪ Girl, I'm gonna
make you mine... ♪

BOTH:
Zombie!

Freshmen.

♪ It's just forever ♪

♪ Never stop until you love me ♪

♪ Even if you treat me cold ♪

♪ I'll love you
till we decompose... ♪

What?!

Natalie?

(knocking insistently)

Natalie!

Natalie...

(continues knocking)

Natalie, open up.

Natalie...

(crying)
(knocking)

Natalie!

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Laurel,
because you're King's daughter,

I'm gonna take it easy on you
when the Tide rolls your Tigers.

Oh, you're just scared, Chris,

'cause you know
this is our year.

Hey, Agent Brody,
where'd you go to school?

Michigan State.
A Spartan!

Won the Big Ten
last year.

Really? They did?
I don't really root.

I'm not a rooter.

Oh, that's so sad.

All right, listen up,
everybody...

Music major in the house.

Hey, Dad.

You didn't tell me you
were coming to town.

Oh.
Everything all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm just here for the weekend.

Gonna see some friends

and catch Batiste
at the Apple Barrel and...

Homemade gumbo?

In the big blue bowl,
please.
Promise.

But first, we got work.

Dead sailor at
New Orleans Poly.

Let's load up.

(camera shutter clicking)

Victim's name is Petty
Officer T.J. Blake.

This is University Police
Officer Mike Banton.

He was first on the scene,
found the victim's wallet,
called it in.

Door was locked?
Yes, sir. Like I told
lovely Agent Brody there,

that I was dealing
with a feral cat crisis

when I got the call about this.

So far, no sign of a gun.

Loretta, can you give us some
idea of what we're looking for?

Entry wound appears to be small
caliber-- best guess, handgun.

Won't know any specifics
until I get back to autopsy.

All right, let's get started.

Christopher,
have NOPD do a canvass.

Brody, prep a DPA.

Pride, something else.

There's stippling
around the wound.

Shot was up close and personal.

Yeah.

I met T.J. during the party.

He was really sweet
and funny, and we just...

hit it off and started drinking.

We went upstairs
to my room,

and passed out,
and when I woke up, he was dead.

Shot dead.

You didn't hear anything?

Didn't see anyone
in your room?

No. What... what is that for?

It's a gunshot
residue test.

May I?

Tilda, you hear anything?

Maybe see Petty
Officer Blake

get into an argument
with someone at the party?

Oh, I was kind of out of it.

This is just all
really gross.

Did you see him?

He was bleeding all over
her Zini.

You two stay put.

We may have some more questions.

Excuse me.

Okay, fill me in.
What's a Zini?

It's a designer throw rug,
really expensive.

Like, a thousand dollars.

Since when do college girls

have thousand-dollar rugs
in their rooms?

Since their rich daddy started
sending them to NOP.

Went to boarding school
with girls like that.

We didn't get along.

Natalie's negative for GSR.

Not a surprise.

The blood on her arms
stops at her wrists.

So she washed her hands.

Still need to locate the weapon.

Given what we've got,
she's our one and only suspect.

Not so fast...

"lovely" Agent Brody.

(chuckles)
Ordinary bobby pin.

Where'd you get that?

Her name's Diane.
She's a kinesiology major.

With what, a minor in Zumba?

These buildings are ancient,

which means the lock
is easy to...

(lock clicks)

Voilà.

So that means anyone at
the party could be our shooter.

But Officer Banton said the
only way into the sorority house

last night was
through the front door

and anyone who went in or out
was caught on camera.

How many people was that?
In the neighborhood of 200.

It's not one,

You know how I got
into parties in college?

Snuck in through the side door.

There's always a way
to sneak in.

All the windows have
security locks,

doors have alarms.

So much for that theory.

PRIDE:
Not so fast.

There's dirt
on the floor here.

Where does that go?

Christopher, stay here.

Dust this door for prints.

Brody, you come with me.

Tunnels below sea level?

These old houses

were all once owned
by the wealthy,

and when the upstairs folk

wanted to have interactions
with the downstairs folk,

sometimes a good tunnel
would come in handy.

Let's keep an eye out
for anything

the killer may have
left behind.

Yeah, well, I'm only seeing
dirt and God knows what.

Ah.

PRIDE: Well, there's one suspect
to cross off the list.

Over here!

Whoever murdered
Petty Officer Blake

might've gone up this way!

And come out...

(trolley bell dinging)

BRODY:
Where are we?

The middle of the city.

So...

we went from one suspect

to 200

to how many people are
in New Orleans

on any given weekend?

A million, give or take.

(bell dings)

Great.

That's just great.

(groans)
Oh, sorry...

Very impressive, Sebastian.

Where'd you learn
how to do this?

Uh, I got my, uh,
Red Cross certification

when I was dorm captain
in college.

It's a good way
to meet girls.

What happened?
I met a few.

Well...
Eloise, she was Pre-Med.

She fainted after she got this
really bad paper cut, though.

I meant Loretta's wound.

It's a work hazard.

I cut my finger on the bullet
that killed your vic.

It's a black talon.

Sharp spikes
open up on impact,

deepening the wound and
imbedding the bullet

in the tissue.

Makes it difficult to grip
with the tweezers,

so I use my fingers badly.

E.R. doctors have been trying
to get them banned for years.

And ever since Gian Luigi Ferri
killed nine people

during his rampage
in San Francisco.

You know, most folks thought
that he was a nut,

but he said he was the victim of
too much monosodium glutamate.

Oh, the MSG made him do it.

Sebastian's a connoisseur
of conspiracy theories.

Well, they're
not conspiracies, okay?

They're discernments.

Just wait till I show you how
the fake moon landing

fits in with why
we haven't found Bigfoot yet.

WADE:
I also found

minute plastic fragments.

And given the lack of
gunshot residue near the wound,

it could've come from some kind
of improvised silencer

that the killer made.

Makes sense;
he creates his own silencer.

That's one less thing
for law enforcement to track.

He also has bruising
on the arm.

He fought with his attacker.

Chief Petty Officer Blake died
around 9:00 p.m.

The color of those bruises
tell me

that they happened maybe five,
six hours before his death.

Got Blake on surveillance

entering the sorority
at 7:30 p.m.

Who did he fight with
before he went to that party?

Running prints
on the tunnel door.

So far, only misdemeanors.

Urinating in public,
sleeping in fountains

and stealing mascots.

Things I'm sure
you're familiar with.

Magna cum laude,
3.7 GPA,

didn't even have
to go to class.

How's the surveillance
from Officer Banton?

He sure liked you.

Delicious, warm beignets.

Put in your mouths,

eat, speak of things
you've learned.

(sighs)
Our victim.

Petty Officer
First Class Blake,

a Navy SEAL, stationed at
the Stennis Riverine Facility.

That's it?

Well, his missions
were classified.

So he is as well.

But I did speak with
a contact at SOCOM

who will hopefully have
a detailed bio for me soon.

What's a Navy SEAL doing
at a college party?

LASALLE:
Beyond the obvious?

None of the attendees
have a connect with him,

other than Natalie Lane.

The girl we found
with the body.

Originally from Seattle,

sophomore at NOP,

dean's list and
a part-time tutor.

Everyone says she's a peach.

All right, think, ideas.

What happened at that party?

Lots of college kids,
alcohol flowing.

Guy tries to take advantage.

She shoots him in self-defense.

Not the picture Natalie painted.

Nothing but praise
for Petty Officer Blake.

You know, I'm not sure if
or how this is related,

but my contact at SOCOM said
that Blake's platoon

had issues during a mission
in Somalia.

So you're saying because
of some weirdness in Somalia,

one of his own guys killed him?

No, I think Natalie did it.
Maybe she was in shock

when she talked with you.
I don't know,

but she was in a locked room
with Blake.

She washed her hands

and somehow that gun disappeared
before we arrived?

But if she didn't?

Who better to sneak
into a house,

access a locked room,

shoot Blake

with a black talon bullets

and leave without
anyone the wiser?

Piece of cake for a SEAL.

All right.

I'll speak to Blake's
master chief,

find out more about Blake

and that mission in Somalia.

LASALLE:
King, you know how
SEALs don't like

anyone poking in
their business,

especially NCIS.

I'll use my
gentle face.

I was Petty Officer Blake's
instructor during BUDS training.

I watched him become a leader.

Not only is his death
a blow to the team,

but to me personally.

My condolences.

How's his family?

We're it.

His parents were Marines.

They died on 9/11
at the Pentagon.

Makes no sense
why he was at that party.

Meaning?

It was important
to Blake

to set an example

for the men
on the team.

Then he's killed
at a college kegger?

Sickens me.

Got any leads?

We're looking into
whatever happened

after the mission
in Somalia.

Wish I could talk
to you about that.

Spec ops missions
are classified.

Let's go, gentlemen!

Chop chop!

Then read me into it.

Agent Pride,
I am sure as my life

none of Blake's SEALmates had
anything to do with his death.

If you need to talk
to someone...

Max Wolf.

Which one is he?

BENSON:
He's none of them.

Like I said: not a SEAL.

Let's go!
Quicker, quicker!

PRIDE:
Max Wolf is a mercenary

who provided support
to the SEALs

during the mission in Somalia.

He was caught trying to steal
a ring from a terrorist

by cuttin' off his finger.

Blake stopped him,
reported him,

and he was fired.

So Blake reports Wolf
and Wolf gets blown out.

Smells like
motive to me.

Smells like
gumbo to me.

LASALLE:
Wolf now works for a group

called Shade Corp.

Go find him.

I'll save you some leftovers.

Hey!
Hey, Laurel.

Just in time.

What do you think?
LAUREL:
Hey, what's in here?

Like, cumin?

"Like, cumin?"

Mm-hmm.
Where did
I go wrong?

It's filé.

Your mother's gene pool got into

your system and

any traces of my DNA
strand were erased.

Hey, I got your love for music,

not your taste buds.

Oh, Dad...
Hmm?

...my RA says the piano's
taking up too much space.

I have to move it
out of the dorm.

Well, honey,
that piano's

been in the
family for years.

It's what you
learned on,

it's what I
learned on...
Yeah...

I know, I'm not gonna
get rid of it.

I just want to
send it back.

Your mom doesn't know
how to play.

Well, I wasn't going
to send it to the house,

I was going to send it here.

This is where I work.

And where you live.

For now.

(clears throat)

Eat your gumbo.

I'm gonna call
your RA.

(indistinct conversations)

So how can you be sure
Wolf is actually here?

It's a mercenary
hangout.

I got a tip from one
of my buddies in Vice

that Wolf's got a
side business going:

guns, night vision
goggles, Kevlar...

Kevlar might've
been a nice idea.

Chrissy Lasalle?

Hey.
Hi!

When'd you move
to New Orleans?

Happy to see you!

I got into, uh,
law school at Tulane.

So I take class at night,

and I make some extra change
here during the day.

Chrissy and I
go back to 'Bama,

and I was a cheerleader

and old Chrissy, here,
was Big Al.

(Heather giggles)

He's our mascot.

An elephant.

A very cute
elephant.

Roll Tide.

Roll Tide.

Wow. School mascot?
Magnum Cum Laude?

I feel like I'm meeting you
for the very first time.

So, Heather...

What you got?

Did you see this guy
here last night?

Oh, I sure did.

Got into an argument
with another guy.

LASALLE:
Him?
HEATHER:
Uh-huh.

That's it. I don't know what
they were arguing about,

but, um, you can ask
the first guy yourself.

He's back there drinking
with his buddies.

Max Wolf?

You got a prescription for that?

NCIS.
We need to talk.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Ah! Ah!

What are you,
some kind of superhero?

You should see her
when she's angry.

BRODY:
Cuban Kush. Rare,

expensive,
illegal.

It's for medicinal
purposes.
Then why'd you run?

You ever think about
getting out of that suit?

Shade Corp. could use
a soft touch like yours.

BRODY:
I really appreciate
the offer, but...

I'm more into guys who know

that less is more.
Things like...

protecting corrupt
governments

moving weapons
for terrorists

or killing
a Navy SEAL

don't really
turn me on.

Whoa, Blake?
You think I killed him?

Go to hell.
You're already
pretty busy down there,

I'll pass.

So what was the fight all about?

The mission in
Somalia, the girls

in Morocco...
We fought 'cause
he's a damn hypocrite.

The SEALs: brave,
upstanding, courageous--

and their
poster child,

a model of what a
SEAL should be...

is dating a prostitute?
Excuse me?

After Blake got me fired,
I did some digging.

Found out who he
spends his nights
in town with.

We fought 'cause I called
his girlfriend what she is:

a whore.

This girl?

That's her.

Natalie... someone.

Two words:

Hook. Er.

She lied.

PRIDE:
"Hooker" was a fact
she omitted.

Yes, omitted.

Forgot.
Failed to mention.

There was absolutely
no speaking

of the hooker part at all.

The whole business about...

Them meeting at a party?

That was probably a lie as well.

If Wolf was telling the truth.
Okay.

Let's say, for a second, he was.

Natalie is a college student...

Who can afford a Wini.

(chuckles)

Uh, a Zini.

Hmm?
A Zini.

But you get the point
I'm trying to make.

Being a prostitute
doesn't give us motive.

Wolf alibi'd out.

Street cam caught him at a bar

at the time of Petty
Officer Blake's death.

Since we found out
Natalie was a pro,

I widened our search.

She's got a juvie record

under another name,
Natalie Burke.

More
prostitution?

No. Attempted murder?

She tried to shoot
her stepfather.

Court advocate
suspected abuse,

nothing's
been proven.

But... she knows guns.

All right.
Bring her back.

Tried her cell.
She's not answering.

She didn't show up
for classes today.

LASALLE:
Hang on.
I got a guy.

Knows this world.

Might be able to help.

Talk to him. Brody...

Back to the sorority?

Uh, you seem
reluctant

to want to pin all
this on Natalie.

Is it weird
working a suspect

kind of like
Laurel?
Not my first.

Think that's clouding
my judgment in this case?

Pride...

Girl with a
checkered past,

who lied,

washed gun residue
off her hands

and she was in a locked
room with the victim?

A veritable bulls-eye of
circumstantial evidence.

But...?

Look, Brody...

When your kid's little,

you choose what they eat,
what they wear.

You put 'em to bed at night
and kiss their forehead

and it all is good.

And then, poof--

in an instant,

they grow up,
they go to college...

You lose control
of everything.

Where they are,
what they're into.

It's just scary
to think that somehow

that could go as dark
as turning tricks and murder.

Someone ever creates
a pill to keep 'em young,

they'll make a mint.

ROSS P.: ...but as soon as that
little chick opened her mouth,

breath smelling like
the bottom of my feet,

straight up,
it was...

Oh, here go the man, right here.

S'up, Peter Gunn?

Ross P., tipster said

you're selling
illegal firearms to kids.

I don't know what
you talking about.

That's a Federal offense

and a personal pet peeve.
What are you doing, man?

Come on, I got rights
and this is my bar, man.

I got this.
Man, come on!

You ain't got to get

all method on me
now, Agent Lasalle.

Gotta protect my confidential
informant's image.

What you want?

Name's Natalie.

She's a working girl.
You seen her around?

White girls all look
the same to me.

Ross...

the only reason
you're not in a cell

on attempted murder charges
is 'cause I own you.

Fine.

Yeah.
Working girl.

I mean, what's so
important about her?

Think she killed a Navy SEAL.

Navy SEAL?

She is a bad little
white girl, huh?

I'll ask around.

Long as it gets
you off my back.

Better eat your Wheaties.

'Cause I'm gonna be on your back
for a long time.

Natalie stayed
with me last night,

but when I woke up this morning,
she was gone.

Any idea where
we can find her?

Uh, she usually has class
in the morning.

I think... Soc 301.

No, we checked.
She's not there.

And then in the afternoon,
she goes to work.

It says
in her file

she's a tutor, right?

Yeah.

You, too?

Yeah.

It's a good way
to make money, you know?

College is really expensive.

Yeah, I...

I know.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm worried about Natalie.

Um, I kind of have
to go to class.

Just, um...

You hear from Natalie,
you'll, uh...

you'll let me know, right?

I will.

Officer Banton, does the campus
have crisis counselors?

Someone Natalie
might confide in?

That'd be C.A.P.S.

That's Crisis

and Psychological Services.

I'll get you their contact
if you'd like.

Yes, please.

Hey, you wouldn't happen to be

of the single girl variety,
would you?

PRIDE:
Can I borrow you please?

Yes!

Tilda's shoes.

$700, $800.

Now why someone would
pay that for shoes?

No idea.

This purse?

$1,500 to three grand.

(door opens)

Maybe Natalie's not the only one
who's a prostitute.

So, I scanned the girl's photo
through facial recognition.

Then I applied it
to a web photo search.

It's the same technology
social media sites use

when they try to guess
who's standing behind you

at your birthday party.

And what I got...

at first looked like
a bare-bones education site.

But then...

if I become a member...

sign in...

and voilà--
collegiate call girls.

Who's he?

He just finished
the Fleet Cyber Command,

and we scooped him up.

"Investigative Computer
Specialist"

is what it says on my card.

Please.

You break through
bad guys' e-mails.

That's a hacker.

That's dope.

"Dope" is a good thing.

I know from dope, dear.

Patton Plame.

My daughter Laurel.

Hi.

So, collegiate
call girls.

Sex is big business
in college.
Laurel...

Web-cam girls,
girls who do phone stuff...
PRIDE: Laurel...

I have this one friend
who, one time...
Laurel.

If you would just
wait in the kitchen,

that'd be dope.

It was nice
to meet you, Patton.

Someone talk.

Ran Natalie's
bestie Tilda.

She's an econ major
and was arrested

for solicitation
two years ago in New York.

You want me to bring in Vice,
round up the girls?

Not until we solve the murder--
we need to find Natalie.

Well, while you back there
trying to figure it out,

I'm just gonna go on-line and
make an appointment with her.

I came to see
about the piano.

Dad, you forgot?

No, I left a message
with your RA.

Well, I have to
move it tomorrow.

All right, well,
l-let me follow up.

Or... I can
just put it here.

There's plenty
of space.

You don't put a house
piano in an NCIS office.

Because it might not fit in

with the crawfish boil
in the courtyard...?

Laurel, if I move
the piano here,

it's just one more thing
I have to move back home.

Can we...?

Talk more later?

Yeah.

I'm sorry...
It's fine.

We got an appointment
with Natalie.

We're studying algebra tonight,
Roosevelt Hotel, 9:00.

BRODY:
Kind of piano is it?

Sorry, I overheard you guys
talking in the kitchen.

Upright Hamilton.

It was my grandmother's.

Well, it's no fun
to be caught in the middle.

My parents did that to me
when they would silent fight.

Walk around the house,
ignoring each other,

and I was the go-between.

How old were you?

Oh, it's
still happening.

LASALLE: Guys, I'm glad
you're having a moment,

but do you think this hail Mary
of ours is gonna work?

BRODY: Chrissy, do you have
a date with Heather?

Heather,
the cheerleader?

He was
the school mascot.

A walrus.

"Big Ed."

It's "Big Al."

And he's an elephant.

PRIDE:
Let's go.

She's here.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

Pride!

Natalie, look out!

They're gonna kill me.

They're gonna kill me.
They're gonna kill me!

BOLO's out on the SUV
that tried to run Natalie over,

and NOPD is
checking street cams.

Dark SUV, no license plate.

I wouldn't count your chickens.

What's going on in there?

Chill and spill.

Chill out over food,
spill what you know.

Chill and spill.
(cell phone dings)

I like that.

Sebastian's got something
on the bullet. Come on.

You from a small family,
big family?

It's just me
and my mom.

Dad died in a Humvee accident
in Iraq when I was a kid.

Mom re-married
this psycho alcoholic...

blah, blah, blah...

You're thinking,
"That's why she's so messed up."

Actually, I'm thinking
you're pretty damn strong.

Come out here,
get into college...

You sound
just like TJ.

Petty Officer Blake?

He was just "TJ" to me.

First name basis.

Must have been
a good client.

He wasn't a john.

We met in a park.

I was studying,

and he walked by...

in his uniform.

He reminded me a lot of my dad.

Not because of the
military, but because...

he was just a good guy.

Why didn't you tell us
about your relationship before?

Nobody knew.

Girls in the ring are warned not
to get serious with guys.

So, he knew what you did?

He wanted me to quit.

But when I bailed on this
appointment I got a text,

warning me that if
I ever did it again,

something bad
would happen.

Text from who?

I don't know.

The hierarchy of the service,

it's like this big secret.

But you showed up tonight...

because you were scared of
whoever it was.

Yeah.

Were you supposed to be working?

The night that TJ was killed.

I was, like-- screw them, right?

I mean, like TJ said,
they don't control me.

But they do.

He believed in me.

And they murdered him

because he was trying
to help me change my life.

Hey, Pride.

Are you sure Natalie doesn't
know who's running this ring?

Swears she doesn't.

Ugly business.

Luring these girls with money
and the high life.

Scaring them when
they want to get out.

Anything from
Natalie's cell phone?

No, all the threatening texts
are from burners.

You staying on the right
side of the line?

Man, it's been three years
since I've been in a casino.

This was a bet
I stopped myself from making.

Hey, I put a trace
on the other girls' phones.

Odds are--
whoever's running this ring

killed Petty Officer Blake.

Good man.

Day by day, baby.
Day by day.

SEBASTIAN: Ballistic
fingerprinting began

when scientist Alexandre
Lacassagne matched

an individual bullet to
the inside of a gun barrel.

He realized that the
imperfections inside

made every gun
unique and special.

Not unlike the imperfections
of a snowflake.

Or a toddler with a large nose
whose mother still loves him.

Right. Moving on.
(clears throat)

This is the bullet
that Dr. Wade removed

from Petty Officer Blake.

These are the striations
of said bullet.

And this is removed from the vic
of an unsolved murder in 2006.

Now, wait for it...

Wait for it.

Just changed the batt...

Here! The striations match.

The same gun was used
for both murders.

Who was the vic in 2006?

Uh, some promoter
at Club Madison.

LASALLE:
I remember that case.

No arrests, but rumor was
Russian Mob did it.

Prostitution's a big business
for Russian syndicates.

Since New Orleans is a port
city, it's easy for them

to move girls in
from all over the world.

Sebastian, can we
cross-reference...

The prints from the club murder
with those

from the secret tunnel door?
You got it.

Meanwhile, I'm going
to my "phone-a-friend."

You wanted Russians,

should have just said something
a couple of days ago.

Didn't know it was Russians
a couple of days ago.

Inefficient is
all I'm saying.

His name's Vlad.

He's Mob connected, you know.

H-He thinks he's here to talk
to me about... other matters.

And he crazy.

And I'm talking psycho crazy.

You hear me?

Hey, frat-boy.

I'm meeting someone.

NCIS. Federal agent.

What is this?

Dead Navy SEAL.

One of your business
associates murdered him

for taking one of their girls.

I'm legit
business man.

Sorry, can't help you.

I heard you're more mobbed up
than a sanitation chief.

Well, someone's got a big mouth.

You can shut yours.

Put the gun down, Vlad.

Your smile only masks
your fear.

I'm genuinely having a blast.

(gun clicks)
Tell the man what you know.

Told you he was crazy.

That better be licensed.

(gun clicks)

(chuckles)

So let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time,
there was a rich businessman

that had Russian mob ties,

and he made
an appointment with...

Natalie.

Had the time of his life.

Even fell in love, but...

When rich guy tries
to make another appointment,

he's told
she's no longer available,

because she's fallen in love...

With Petty Officer Blake.

So, mob wants to keep
a good customer happy,

kills Blake.

Do we believe this Vlad guy?

He had a gun pointed
to his head.

All right.

If someone was willing
to kill for this guy,

he must be someone important.

Let's get Natalie
to give us a description.

Maybe-maybe Patton can work up
a good 3-D sketch.

(computer beeping)

Sebastian.

You okay, kid?

No, he's not.

He's on sugar overload.

I'm on a saccharide rush,
glucose gloat,

fructose frenzy.

Because...

Uh, well, I...
we wanted to figure out

how the killer made
his improvised silencer,

and we did. We did!

Sebastian?

(clears throat)
This is a gun.

This is Orange Hays Soda.

You take three empty bottles,

cut two of them up,
stick them inside the third,

Then stuff it with, uh,
Styrofoam or cotton.

Bam.

Okay, calm.

Only there is no bam.

This contraption cancels most
of the noise from the gun.

And that's why Natalie
didn't hear the shot.

How do we know
it's Orange Hays?

I found residue
on the plastic fragments

from Petty Officer Blake's
chest wound,

and Sebastian matched
the residue

with the formula
that makes the drink.

I also downed, like,
three liters of it.

I have to pee.

You know who else drinks
Orange Hays?

Who?

Outside, please, ma'am.

(gasps)

Hostage!

(rapid gunshots)

He's in the hallway!

Officer Banton, stop!

999, shots fired.

(rapid gunshots)

Give me an excuse.

I don't know how you drink
this stuff.

Sweet, caloric,

You should've rinsed the bottle
a little more

before you made
your ghetto-rigged silencer.

PRIDE: You remember
Petty Officer Blake?

Never met him.

Your gun has.

BRODY:
Your gun met him,

too, June of 2006.

Club madison.

Doesn't mean I pulled
the trigger.

You work for the
Russians, Banton.

You killed Blake

'cause he got in the way
of business.

When we started
sussing out the ring,

You knew we were getting close,
so you tried to run her over.

PRIDE:
This isn't a game, Banton.

We got you.

We got you on two murders

and an attempt.
Louisiana's
a capital murder state.

You want to see old age?

Talk.

Let's start with this.

I didn't try to run
that girl over.

I don't miss.

So who was the driver?

And this is where I get
my lawyer,

and we play Let's Make A Deal.

We have to leave. Now!

Officer Banton was arrested.
He's been working with the mob.

He's the one who killed T.J.
Look, Natalie, slow down.

If the cops start
piecing together everything,

they're gonna figure out
who runs the ring,

and those guys are going
to kill us.

Natalie, listen to me.

Ow. Ow, let go of me.

Aah!
Who have you been talking to?

What?

I need to know
what you've been saying

and to whom you've said it.

I need to know, Natalie.

It's you.

You run the ring.

You told that guy to kill Blake.

Ow!

You were coveted

by a very important man.

A man that I need to keep happy.

So, now for both of our sakes,

I need you

to tell me

that you didn't tell
anybody anything.

I didn't.

You just did.

PRIDE:
NCIS.

You stupid bitch.

Hands on your head.

Nothing stupid about her.

Let's go.

I don't want you
to mess up your Zini.

What's a Zini?

Take care of those boys.

Thank you, sir.
If you need anything,

you let us know.

Appreciate it.

(sighs)

T.J. saw the good in me.

He thought I deserved better,

that I was strong enough
to start over and move on.

He's not the only one who did.

After we found out your father

was U.S. Army,
we made a few calls.

LASALLE: Scholarship from
the Folds of Honor Foundation.

All you got to do
is pick a school.

Thank you

for giving me a second chance.

Awfully humid out here
for a piano.

Only temporary.

The movers are making room
for it inside.

But... what about home?

That's my issue, not yours.

Gonna do everything I can
to make sure

you don't get caught
in the middle.

The only middle here...

...is middle C.
(chuckles)

Name your tune.

(sighing):
Okay.

(playing
"God Bless the Child")

First song you ever taught me.

It's better as a duet.

(joins in playing song)

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