All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S03E01 - Aftershocks [2016-09-20]_Track03

(excited chatter, music playing)

*

WOMAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

Ms. Bella Pearl!

(cheering)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(screaming, panicked shouts)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(screams)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Looks like
we picked up

right where we
left off, huh, King?

Uh, didn't even get back
before I got the call.

You enjoy yourself,
touring with

Walter "Wolfman"
Washington's band,

tickling the ivories?

Had a lot of fun.

Didn't last long enough though.
How about you?

Did you get
a chance to unpack?

Barely. But it was
good to get home

for a couple of weeks, catch
up with some old friends.

Any lady friends?

Oh, gentlemen never
kiss and tell.

You know that.

How many wounded?

Three.
One critical.

Gilbert Lee.

Owns that new bistro in Marigny.

I know him.

He's engaged
to my friend Bella Pearl.

Take it the lone
fatality's ours?

Looks that way.

PRIDE:
Loretta?

Master Chief Dylan Maron, 40,
just in on shore leave.

At least we survived
our vacations.

Loretta, I never
doubted you for a second.

Sure you did.

Said you couldn't picture me
backpacking, remember?

Of course,
you were right.

Talked Annie
into renting a hotel

halfway through.

Ate Oreo cookies,
watched movies.

Had a grand old time.

That's what it's all about.

Theories?

Well, it's
too soon to tell.

There's a lot
of other victims.

Although they were
only wounded.

WADE: Still, based on the
specific location of the shot,

just right
of the scapula

and just below
the T-4 vertebrae,

our master chief was unlucky,

or our sniper knew exactly
what he was aiming for.

Well, if he was targeted,
then why shoot the others?

Don't know.

And we don't know why

he killed an investment banker
last week

outside the
ferry terminal.

What do you mean?

.308. High-powered
and long-distance.

Connecting both cases,
according to NOPD.

Which means we're
probably looking for

the same sniper
or snipers.

Question is: what's he after?

Or are we just dealing
with some random crazy?

Wouldn't be the first time
a sniper terrorized NOLA.

40 years ago.
I remember it all too well.

I never seen my mama
that scared before.

Put the whole city on edge
for over a week.

Yeah, then we need to
stop this joker fast.

Find anything and everything
you can on these victims.

Especially connections
to that banker.

Want me to call
Percy and Brody?

Already did.
Left word for Brody.

Sonja's on her way back.

She'll meet you
at the squad room.

Copy that.

First a cartel tries
to blow up the bridge,

and D.C. puts us
under review.

Now snipers
taking potshots at folks.

What's happening to our city,
Loretta?

Something you're gonna stop.

(phone ringing)

Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN:
Hey, I'm over here.

Up on the roof.

Yeah, uh,
I think I found something.

Actually, I found nothing--
but that could mean something.

Welcome back.

All right, so I triangulated
from where the... Whoa-ho.

Hey. You all right?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm fine, I'm fine.

You sure?
Yeah. I just... long
as I don't look down.

I'm not really, uh,
crazy about heights.

It's not that
I'm acrophobic,

per se, it's just more of
a generalized anxiety.

It's probably agoraphobic,
actually,

now that I think about it,
but I never got that diagnosed.

Which means I should call
somebody and try to get...

Sebastian.
Sorry.

Uh, okay. So, I, uh,

I triangulated from where
the victims were shot,

I compared it to
the crack of the rounds

heard by some of the witnesses,
and then factored in

sound delay to estimate range,
and voila.

You're standing in
the sniper's nest.

Stage is almost
a half-mile away.

You're sure?
Yeah, I'm pretty
positive.

Except for the fact that I
didn't find any trace evidence,

which, you know,
is kind of weird.

Well, how can somebody
pull all this off

without leaving
any evidence?

Well, that's, uh,
that's what's weird.

I mean, there's no
spent casings,

gunshot residue,
hair follicles, shoeprints.

I mean, there's...

there's nothing.

That's why I-I think
it's something.

Sniper's a professional.
Exactly.

Whoever he or she or they were,

they knew exactly
where to shoot from,

how to escape
without being detected

and how to cover their tracks.
I mean, it reads targeted.

Gonna need your assist on this,
Sebastian,

till the whole team gets back.

Get Patton

to pull surveillance footage,

then help him scan for suspects
in the immediate area.

And see what you can find
on those bullets.
All right, will do.

Okay.
Oh, and by the way,

you haven't, uh...
you haven't heard from Merri--

I mean, uh, Brody, have you?
Just 'cause, you know, I...

put a few calls in
to her myself,

but she probably forgot to get
on the Caribbean calling plan,

or something.
Yeah, well, I haven't
made contact with her yet.

But I left word.

Know she took
the Russo betrayal hard.

Feels bad about
the D.C. blowback on us.

Maybe she just
needs more time.

Right now,

case is all that matters.

Get on that surveillance
footage, will ya?

I'm on it.

Hold the door?
Hold the... Okay.

(siren whooping in distance)

(monitor beeping steadily,
air pumping)

Bella.

(sobs):
It's bad.

(quietly):
I know.

I know.

They're getting him
ready for surgery.

They said it's
life-threatening.

(sniffles)

What if I lose him?

Don't talk like that.

Doesn't do any good.

You can do this.
I know it, Bella.

I've seen myself
what you've overcome.

I just don't understand
who would do such a thing.

The whole town's
scared half to death.

That's why I'm here.

I'm hoping you
can help me.

Can you tell me
what you saw?

It all happened so fast.

I was only on stage
for a few seconds,

and all hell broke loose.

Do you know who
got shot first?

Eyewitnesses are critical
in situations like this,

and you were
front and center.

I think one or two men
on the steps,

then a woman...

and Gilbert.

What about the sailor?

Was he by the stage, too?

First I saw, he was running
towards Gilbert.

To help him, I think.

Then...

(shuddering breath)

It's okay. Come on.
You're doing fine.

(sniffling)
So...

did it look like
that Gilbert was just...

in the wrong place
at the wrong time?

Random?

Wait.

You're saying the shooter
was aiming for him?

It's not just
some crackpot?

Nah, I'm just trying
to sort it all out.
(cell phone ringing)

It's still early.

Oh.

Can you excuse me?

I-I have to take this call.
I'll be right back. Okay?

Sorry.

Trying to get ahold
of you, Brody.

Where the hell you been?
You okay?

(jazz playing over radio)

Oh, hey, Roy.
How's the arm?

Got my wound pin--
nice scar, too.

My hero. (chuckles)

LASALLE:
There she is.

I was starting to wonder

if you were gonna
come back at all.

Oh, yeah,
I thought about it.

Then I realized
y'all would be lost without me.

Appreciate the sacrifice.

(chuckles)

Hell, this place
looks good as new.

Seems Lieutenant Buckley can do
more than just tend bar.

He's a jack
of all trades.

How was the
Civil War tour?

Interesting.

Uh, spoiler alert:
the South lost.

Yeah, I heard.
So what is going on?

It took me no time
to get here from the airport.

I've never seen the city
like this.

Yeah, folks are spooked.

Not sure when the sniper's
gonna strike next.

Two separate attacks.

Two are dead, four wounded
and one critical.

Any connection between the vics?
Not so far.

Couldn't be a more
unrelated bunch.

So what are we looking at?

Our own Beltway sniper?

A random crazy?
Well, I don't think so.

He's a expert marksmen,
covers his tracks like a pro.

Plus, Miss Loretta called
and said the two murder vics

were shot straight
through the heart.

From a half mile away, too.

Whoa.

Hey, um...

did Pride hear
anything from D.C.

about whether or not
we're being reviewed?

No news is good news.

Not necessarily.

Not after you've been
infiltrated by a DHS mole.

Speaking of Russo,
where is Brody?

Don't know.

Pride says she's
coming back soon.

I wouldn't count on it.

Just spoke to Merri.

She's not coming back.

I don't understand.

What do you mean,
Brody's not coming back?

Yeah, did she say
for how long?

She all right?

Said she's sad about leaving us,
but not the job.

Seemed pretty clear
about her decision.

But, no, that
doesn't make sense.

Believe me, I tried
to talk her out of it.

Told her that if this
had anything to do

with being taken
advantage of by Russo...

That's not her fault!

None of us knew
Russo was a terrorist.

I told her that, too.

And I also said
not coming back

could make her and us
look complicit to D.C.

There's got to be
more to it than that.

I mean, Russo can't just be
the only reason she quit.

Claims it's not.

According to her, she's
been thinking about this

for a long time now.

PATTON:
Well, lookee who's back

from Chickamauga.

I'm a big Civil War buff myself.

Well, actually, I'm convinced

I fought at
the Battle of Fort Wagner

in my prior life.

Okay, I admit it was a stretch.

PRIDE: Just filled
everybody in, Patton.

Brody quit.

Wait, what?

Did you tell her
about the sniper?

Did you tell her how much
we need her right now?

PRIDE: No, we've always
got something going on.

I didn't see any reason to make
her feel bad about her decision.

Oh, but it's okay for her
to leave us high and dry?

Percy.
No, what-what...

what happened
to "we're a team"?

This is our family.

She can't just abandon us!

Does Sebastian know?

Oh, he's gonna be crushed.

(sighs)

We've all been
caught off guard.

But right now, we
got a job to do.

We owe it to the city
to put our focus on that.

Gonna have to
double up on duties,

till I can get some help.

In the meantime,

what do we know?

Well, not much, unfortunately,

other than everyone was shot
from long range.

But no other clear links,
and no clear motive

to want to kill either the
banker or our master chief.

Ditto on the cell phone cams
and the surveillance footage.

Other than the fact
that the sniper disabled

selective cameras all
around the Moonwalk.

Yeah, which means

he, or they, knew exactly
how not to be seen.

PATTON: I've been through
all the footage I got,

but nothing.

The man is a ghost.

Well, I don't
believe in ghosts.

Had to disable those
cameras at some point.

(phone beeping)

Go back days.

Weeks if you have to.

Problem?

When the mayor calls? Usually.

See what NOPD has on the
first attack and the banker.

If this isn't random,

there's got to
be a connection.

HAMILTON: Whole damn city's
in a panic, Dwayne.

Phone's ringing off the hook.
Governor, senator, media--

they all want to know
what the hell we're doing.

You're on this, right?

A master chief
was one of the victims.

All right, I want
you taking lead.

I want you overseeing
everything, do you understand?

Sorry, what about NOPD, FBI?

The NOPD is good,
but they're not you.

FBI-- they think they're God.

They don't share
jack with us.

Plus, I don't much like them
snooping around me anyway.

You mean, the city or you?

I think you know
what I mean.

Just fix this.

For everybody's sake.

We might be dealing
with a pro here.

Victims could be
targeted.

Well, it'll make it
easier for you

to figure out who's doing this.

Be easier if you'd authorize
a bigger police presence,

ask LSP to put up helos,
checkpoints.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Meanwhile, we can't have folks
thinking that we're afraid, too.

We need to protect our people.

No, we need to
protect our image.

Next to Mardi Gras
and Halloween,

Fall Fest is the biggest
week of the year for us.

I mean, we can't have folks
hiding inside their houses.

Got to get out.
We need them outside.

I'm counting on you, Dwayne.

WADE: He can't put this
all on you; it's not fair.

Hamilton should be doing

everything possible
to keep those bodies

from ending up
on my tables.

Well, I think we both know that
smart and fair aren't usually

as important to the mayor
as covering his backside.

(chuckles)
Maybe you should be mayor.

Ha!

Think I got enough
on my plate.

Thank you very
much, Loretta.

Bet your music tour feels like
weeks ago, not just yesterday.

So much for finding
balance in your life.

Ongoing challenge,
to be sure.

Not something
I'm giving up on.

Just not a priority
at the moment.

Is it ever?

I was able to get the victim
from the first sniper attack

transferred from
Orleans M.E.

The investment banker?

And that's when I realized
both he and the master chief

were shot through the heart.

Perfectly placed, too.
Kill shots.

One lucky shot I could buy,
but two?

Can't be a coincidence.

Yeah, it means your shooter
or shooters are cocky, too.

I mean,
they didn't even bother

to use the classic
Mozambique Drill.

A variation of which
was used on JFK.

Do not get me started on that.

On the same page there.

Point is,
to try to shoot somebody

from half a mile away with
a single shot to the heart--

that's more than good.

That's, like,
American Sniper good.

Now, whoever you're
looking for,

they obviously like a challenge.

Still, if he's so good,
why miss the other victims?

Just injured them.

Maybe he doesn't miss.

Maybe the sniper

or snipers

just want to make
the attacks look random

to cover their
real targets.

Keep us from figuring out
who's behind this and why.

Well, on the who of it all,
I might have a lead.

So, Lasalle sent me the NOPD
files on the first attack.

And after I
compared them

to the Burlesque Fest M.O.,
I was able to triangulate

the sniper's nest
to Crescent City Connection.

Just like the Moonwalk,
it's about a half a mile away.

PRIDE:
If so,

got to be something on
bridge surveillance cameras.

Can't disable
them all.

That's good work,
Sebastian.

Can you get
this to Patton?

See what he
can find ASAP?

ASAP it is.

(door opens)

(sighs)

(door closes)

Take it from a coroner,

carrying the weight of the
world's not good for longevity.

I know.

But it's more than just
all this, Loretta.

Merri.

You know?

I'm her landlord.

Or was.

She was afraid to talk to you.

Afraid you'd be
disappointed in her.

I'm not disappointed in her.

I'm disappointed in myself.

I should've paid more attention.

I should've seen
this coming.

So what, now you want
to take on her problems, too?

No, it's not that.
It's just that

maybe I could've
done something.

Maybe I could've
talked her out of it.

If I'd, if I'd...
Dwayne.

What she did and why she did it
had nothing to do with you.

Or any of us.

It had everything
to do with her.

Brody was my first stab
at expanding the team.

Beyond Christopher
and myself.

Can't help but feel
some responsibility.

Like Sonja says,
we're a family.

Brody left because
she needed to.

It's that simple.

Wait, Merri left?

Just-just like that?

She-she's not coming back?

What do you got, Patton?
Nothing on the bridge.

They disabled
the cameras there, too.

But I think I spotted
the suspect's van

on Tchoupitoulas exit,

three minutes
after the first attack.

Okay, good. You got enough
to track where he is now?

No, not yet.

Well, what'd you
call us in here for?

Because in looking for it,
I noticed three...
(beeping)

now four surveillance cameras
going down

in and around Champions Square.

When?
Right now!

King, I think we got
a bead on our sniper.

(lively jazz music playing)

Where are you, Christopher?

Office building on Poydras.

The last surveillance camera

that went off
was on the rooftop.

Which is 20 floors up.

*

MAN: Give it up for Big Sam
on the trombone, y'all!

ETA on the state chopper
is five minutes.

MAN:
That's right, y'all.

We got it, baby!

(gunshot, man grunts)

Ow, my leg!

Federal agents!

Get down! Everybody, get down!

Get out of here! Get out!

(gunshot, woman screams)
PRIDE: Down, down! Get out!

Get out of here! Get out!

Go! Get out of the way!

Get out! Get out of here!

Everybody, get out!
(gunshot)

Sniper! On the balcony!

I see him!

(people shouting)

Federal agents!
Drop your weapon!

Do it now!
WOMAN: He's getting away!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Get your hands up!

Drop your weapon.

Whoa, whoa, don't shoot.

I'm putting the gun down.

Turn around slowly.

FBI?

Friendly little town
you got here.

And now one that still has

a sniper on the loose,
thanks to you.

(sirens wailing,
emergency horn blares)

LASALLE:
You still haven't told us

how you knew
the sniper would be there.

SAC says it's on
a need-to-know basis.

We're federal agents
and we need to know.

Not my call.

You couldn't have
used ShotSpotter.

That doesn't work until
after shots are fired.

FBI uses other tools.

Like Geo-profiling software?

That's right,
you used to be ATF.

Hey, hold up.

How did you know that?
We just met.

I do my homework.

I like to know who the good guys
are when I come into town,

so I don't get into any more
friendly fire incidents.

Kidding. Relax.

Yeah, well, you're lucky
we didn't shoot you.

And it wouldn't have
been a problem

if the FBI would've deigned
to share intel with us.

So, you're not NOLA?

Spent some time down here
a few years go, then bolted.

I'm not much of a foodie
or big on humidity.

Still, since they
know I have history,

D.C. sent me down
here to assist.

Whoa, did you say D.C.?

That's right.

They want this
solved yesterday,

and because of that,
we don't have time

to catch everybody up.
No offense.

Too late.

You Agent Pride?

Special Agent
Tammy Gregorio.

NOLA FBI says a lot of
good things about you.

It's really nice
to meet you.

Be nicer if we had a little
interagency cooperation.

I don't like
how this went down.
As I explained to your...

May I finish?

I already talked
to NOLA FBI.

I don't have time or patience
for jurisdictional battles.

Neither does the city.

Understand?
Yes, sir.

Did you get a look
at the sniper?

Tried to,
and then I got interrupted.

We'll check surveillance,

cell cameras, too.

See if anyone saw him
rappeling down the building.

Make sure the rope
and the bag get processed,

sent to Sebastian,
along with the bullets.

Sniper can't have done all this

without leaving
something behind.

Yeah. You got it.

Do a deep dive into
the latest victim.

There got to be a pattern
with the other vics; find it.

Copy that.

Look, Agent Pride,
I apologize

if we got off on
the wrong foot.

I'm from New York.
It happens.

Not anymore.

From this point on,
we work together.

I want to know everything
you know about this case.

The only thing
that matters to me

is stopping the sniper before
anybody else gets hurt, capisce?

REPORTER:
Mr. Mayor!

Do you know who
the sniper is?

Is there more than one?

Mr. Mayor, what are you
doing to protect the city?

Should people stay inside?

Will you have to
cancel Fall Fest?

No, no, no, no, no.
Just... no.

No-Nobody's canceling
anything, okay?

FBI, ATF, NOPD--

we've got a coordinated
law enforcement effort

blanketing the city.

As a matter of fact, we almost
caught the bastard today.

And I'm confident
we are on his heels.

NCIS has assured me of that.

Oh, great, put all the pressure
on us, why don't you.

Yeah, he's just
a big ol' blowhard.

Yeah, well all I know is
we got squat.

Still nothing to connect
the victims.

Nothing on surveillance.
The city's in a panic.

Brody's gone.

Now we got this snotty
FBI chick to deal with?

Hey, come on...
Don't!

Don't.

Are we ever gonna
talk about it, Percy,

or we just gonna pretend
like nothing ever happened?

There's nothing to talk about.
It was just a stupid hug.

A stupid hug, huh?

Am I interrupting something?

Yes.
No.

Okay.

Did you find the van?

PATTON:
No. That's a ghost, too.

But I think I may have found
something to connect

at least two
of our murder victims.

First one, the banker,
shot at the casino.

Now, this guy was
seriously in debt

up till about six months ago.

Then all of a sudden,
he was flush with cash.

Taking his lady friends
to five-star resorts,

buying bling, living large.

Same as our latest victim,
shot at Champions Square.

Unless a postal worker is making

way more scratch
than I'm aware of,

this guy was living
the high life, too.

Payoffs?

(scoffs) Too big of
a coincidence not to be.

The only problem
is our master chief.

He doesn't fit the pattern.

This guy never spent a dime
over his pay grade.

(sighs)

Which means we still got squat.

Another kill shot?

Severed aorta.

Whoever your sniper is,
he's pretty consistent,

I'll give him that.

Single kill shot's
his signature.

Helps him withdraw before being
detected by I.R. or acoustics.

Means he could be ex-SWAT,
maybe military,

especially considering
the specificity

of his aim.

This is Special Agent Gregorio,
FBI.

D.C. sent her down
to lend us a hand.

D.C.?

Dr. Loretta Wade.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

I take it
you're an expert on snipers.

Trained sharpshooter myself--
one of only a few female agents.

My divisional specialty
is actually counterterrorism

and behavioral profiling,

but obviously sniper
activity is a sub-specialty.

Obviously.

You said his signature
is a single kill shot,

but our sniper
injures others, too.

His first shot is
to cover his motive,

make us think it's random.

Then, after the
kill shot, he's gone.

And public hysteria
only helps his cover.

Media, too, which is why
he never uses a silencer.

The more people panic,
the less they witness.

Go into survival mode.

He knows exactly
what he's doing.

That's why he's
so difficult to detect.

May I?

I've incorporated
several factors

in my preliminary
profile to try

and optimize
search strategy.

Preferred location,
desire for anonymity,

supersonic signature of rounds.

Uh, who-who's she?

GREGORIO: And assuming
he's the best of the best,

loves a challenge,
I was able to narrow down

my suspect list
as well as

potential hunting areas.

Fortunately, I was already
near the first one

when he struck.

Wait.

So, you were in town
before the first attack?

Which means...

D.C. didn't send you
because of all this.

You didn't come down here
to investigate the sniper.

You came down here
to investigate us.

CHARLENE: I need that
report on my desk ASAP.

Charlene, why
didn't you tell me

D.C. was down
here already?

Dwayne, listen, I...
When I called before

about us working together,
why didn't you say something?

Listen, Dwayne, I wanted
to tell you, believe me,

but I'm in an
awkward position.
Awkward, how?

Damn it, Charlene,
we go way back,

and I think I deserve
the courtesy of...

I...
It wasn't her call.

It was mine.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Executive Assistant Director
Raymond Isler.

I'm with the FBI's National
Security Branch in D.C.

Shall we chat?

How long you been down here?

ISLER: The DOJ sent us down
two weeks ago,

right after your team was
placed on administrative leave.

Why wasn't I told?

Oh, we weren't
keeping it from you,

but you were on vacation.

Forget how to use a cell?

A DHS mole infiltrated
your team, Agent Pride,

used one of your own agents
to nearly pull off

a disastrous terror attack

that would've blocked
the Mississippi River.

An attack my team stopped.

Barely.

By the way,
w-where is Agent Brody?

We haven't been able
to contact her yet.

Still on vacation.

Look, nobody's accusing
you or your people

of being complicit.

But because
Brody was compromised

and because your
NCIS team is responsible

for overseeing
one of the most

vulnerable entry points into
the U.S., you have to admit

that investigating
potential

additional involvement
is warranted.

Warranted, maybe.

But this isn't
how we do things down here.

This isn't D.C.

NOLA's a small town.

Everybody knows somebody.

It's best to be square up top.

I'll keep that in mind.

I'm sorry.

ISLER:
It's okay, Gregorio.

I was just

filling Agent Pride in.

Turns out the DHS mole

wasn't operating alone.

Intel discovered
that he

and the Ciudad Natal cartel
had embedded accomplices

in the area-- inside help.

We need to identify
who they are,

in case they're planning
another attack.

Understood.

But "they" aren't any of us,

so you're wasting
your time.

Worse, what you should be
focusing on is the sniper.

Town's on edge,
Agent Isler.

That should be
our only priority.

Agreed.

*

(Lasalle whoops)

Smells good in here.
What do you got?

Grits and grillades, just like
how my mama taught me.

And this is vegan, I trust?

Can't very well
leave you out now, can I?

Thank you.

I'll bet the
D.C. agents

wouldn't even know
what to do with it.

Yeah.
Probably a bunch of

wheatgrass and
flaxseed types.

Thank you.
Just like you.

Hey, don't lump
me in with them.
(chuckles)

Here you go.
We got anything
to worry about, King?

We done nothing wrong.

Just the process.

Well, the process sucks.

You know we stopped
the terrorist attack.

Right now
our only concern's the sniper.

Yeah, thought we had
a connection between the vics,

but master chief
messed that all up.

That's why I've been thinking,

maybe he wasn't

the intended target.

It was a kill shot,
just like the other two.

Yeah, but through the back,
unlike the other two.

Moving to assist

the restaurant owner.

What do we know about
Bella's fiancé, Gilbert Lee?

I don't think
Patton checked him out.

So, you think the sniper
was aiming at Gilbert,

but the master chief
just got in the way?

Bullet went right
through him,

into Gilbert, nearly
killed them both.

Expert marksman,
high-powered rifle,

somehow misses Gilbert
on the first shot,

doesn't have a choice
on the second.

I think you might be
onto something, King.

Looks like Gilbert was living
way above his means, too.

Look, he bought
a beachfront condo-- cash.

If we eliminate the master
chief from the equation,

we got a clear pattern.

Each of the intended targets

were getting payoffs
from somebody.

Somebody who wants
to cover their tracks

by silencing them
permanently.

Still, it's a stretch to think
the sniper intentionally aimed

at the master chief
to get to the restaurant owner.

May not have
had a choice.

Master chief was probably
about to take him to safety.

Plus, you said our sniper
loves a challenge.

Narrow down
your suspect list any?

Maybe. Let's see.

Three hit men
with similar signature M.O.s,

but only one could
possibly be that good,

or that cocky.

Alexander Costas,

originally trained
to fight trafficking

in Colombia,
felt betrayed by the CIA

and turned on U.S. assets.

Could be he's working for
one of the cartels now?

And trying to get out embedded
assets if it's Ciudad Natal.

I'll get a BOLO out.

Wait, wait, wait.
You saying the victims

were helping Russo
try and blow up the port?

Well, we know he had

NOLA support,
and the victims were getting

payoffs from somebody.

Plus, Costas is Colombian.

Makes sense.
It's all connected.

Well, if you're right,
then why hasn't Costas

tried to kill
the restaurant owner again?

Isn't he concerned
that Gilbert's gonna talk?

Yes, but I know that
Gilbert's been in surgery.

When's he out?

(monitor beeping steadily)

You sure he's
all right to travel?

Yeah. He's stable now,
and they'll be

monitoring him
the entire flight.

*

They're prepping Gilbert
to fly now.

Any sign of Costas?
No, but if he knows
they're moving Gilbert,

he'll know where
to take his next shot.

Which means we can't let Gilbert
leave the hospital.

We don't have a choice.

He'll die if he doesn't
get the transplant.

Yeah, but if you're right
about Costas,

he'll die before
he gets to the airport.

Gregorio.

Exactly how good of a shot
are you?

I checked the paramedic's
airport route,

which means Costas
could've checked it, too.

If I'm right,
he'll take his shot

the moment the ambulance
reaches Canal Street.

Because it's crowded.
Especially on a Sunday.

Not bad for someone who
supposedly doesn't know NOLA.

Still a risky plan, King.
Especially for you and me.

Gregorio says
she's a sharpshooter.

That won't matter
if we don't spot Costas

before he takes the kill shot.

Why don't you do your job
and I'll do mine.

Yo, you're pretty cocky,
aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

Besides, I can't keep
investigating you

if I let you get killed, right?

Fair enough.
Let's do this.

Hey.

Don't worry.

I got your back,
Country Mouse.

You'd better.

"Country Mouse"?

What's that, like, a thing?

Actually, lady,
it's none of your business.

And don't miss.

I ain't losing
anybody else.

*

*

Hope the sniper shoots
the right dummy.

You and me both.

*

Yo, that's a pretty big area.
You sure you can narrow it down?

Broad daylight,
15 floors minimum?

He won't use
a rooftop nest

because he never repeats
an escape route.

Yeah, but it's still
a lot of windows and balconies.

Use the hotel and the casino
as your boundaries.

It's his best sight line
down to Canal Street.

Go ahead, Pride.

(siren wailing)

PRIDE:
Coming up on Canal.

Any sign of him?

Not yet. Keep driving.

As soon as we spot the sniper,
you'll make your move.

That's easy for you to say.

Just stay away
from the body, Chris.

That's what he'll be aiming for.

Well, don't forget he likes
to injure other people, too.

(siren continues wailing)

Running out of time here.

Where the hell is he?

Remember, don't crank your wheel
until I tell you.

I'll need a second
to line up my shot.
PRIDE: Copy that.

(exhales)

Uh, I don't like this.

There.

4:15, side A, window five.

Pride, now.

Hold on.

(tires screeching)

(people clamoring)

You got him.

Pretty sure it was
right through the heart, too.

Karma's a bitch.

(chuckles) Copy that.

Sniper's down.
All clear.

(sirens approaching)

Copy that.

Good job.

Code 4.

(sirens approaching,
tires screech)

She's good.
I'll give her that.

Yeah. But the problem is,

now we're back
in her crosshairs.

(lively jazz music playing)

Now, didn't I promise y'all
we'd catch the bastard?

Huh? Didn't I tell you
we'd do it? NOLA proud!

Who dat?!
Hey! How you doing, my man?

Now let's get
this party started. Yeah!

Unbelievable.
(TV clicks off)

Who actually voted
for that guy, anyway?

Eh, folks who
like to party.

Which, for better or worse, is
more than half of New Orleans.

Well, I don't trust the guy.
Never will.

Got to take the good
with the bad with Hamilton.

Oh, and what's the good again?

Good is, we got the bad guy
before he hurt anybody else.

Dangerous man.

Could've been a lot worse.

Yeah, could be worse
for us, still.

Now that we know he was hired
to eliminate cartel embeds,

D.C.'s gonna be sticking around
a while longer.

Just until the FBI
roots out the last of them.

Or roots us out.

Like I said,
we've done nothing wrong.

Still, that doesn't
always matter to DOJ.

Look, another unit
got reviewed once

when I was with ATF.

It didn't matter
they didn't do anything wrong.

They wanted a scapegoat,
they got one.

Not gonna let that happen to us.

Promise?

Count on it.

What are we gonna do
with her stuff?

We leave it alone.
It's hers.

Sorry.

Gonna take some time
to get over.

Not gonna happen
overnight.

Not something
we were expecting,

not something we've even
had time to process.

I still can't believe
Merri's not coming back.

I know.

But it is what it is.

And we have to stick together,
more so now than ever.

Still a family, Sonja,

just... a little smaller is all.

Okay, so...
(sighs)

Let's go. We got a burlesque
competition to go to.

Wait. What was that?
Uh...

I offered up the bar.

Uh, they roped me into it.

Don't give me any guff.

Oh, I'm not making
any promises.

(chuckles)
Show must go on.

Oh!

BOTH:
After you.

(sultry jazz music playing,
lively chatter)

Why didn't Merri call?

She should've called.
Come on, Sebastian.

Man up. It's not like
you got dumped or something.

I sure as heck
did get dumped, man.

Doesn't matter that
we didn't actually date.

You, uh, want me
to call him a cab?

More like a shrink.

SEBASTIAN:
Should've asked her out

is what I should've done.
She would've stayed

if I had asked her out.
Mm-hmm.

Night, night.

SONJA:
(sighs) Poor guy.

He's gonna feel
even worse in the morning.

(chuckles)

Yow-uh!

Yeah. (laughing)

Loretta.
Hmm?

Don't tell me you're here
for the burlesque, too.

Oh, what?
Can't a woman enjoy

the fine art
of satirical theater?

(laughs):
Okay. Is that what it is?

I appreciate art
in any form.

Well, I'll drink to that.

Tap, boss?

Thanks, Buckley.
And by the way...

you did a nice job
cleaning up the squad room.

Oh. Least I can do.

Appreciate it.

(Wade sighs)

How is everybody holding up?

Talking about Brody?

Too early to tell.

How are you holding up?

Uh, well.

Trying to take the
advice of a wise woman.

Working on
letting myself off the hook.

Oh!

Seems like a very wise woman.

Come on, Dwayne,
we're short a judge.

Oh, no, yeah. Uh, that's okay.

No, I'm just here to...
Oh, come on.

You don't want to let
NOLA down, do you?

Let's go.
Oh, God. Okay.

(laughs)

(sultry jazz music playing,
crowd cheering)

(wolf whistles)

Ah!

(laughs)

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