All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S03E14 - Pandoras Box (2) [2017-02-14]

* W-What, w-what
(whooping, cheering)

* Uh, w-what, w-what, what

* Get clean, I'm dirty
* Get clean, I'm dirty *

* Hey, whoa, ya heard me
* Hey, whoa *

* Get clean, I'm dirty
* Get clean, I'm dirty *

* Hey, whoa, ya heard me
* Hey, whoa, ya heard me *

* Get clean, I'm dirty
* Get clean, I'm dirty *

* Hey, whoa, ya heard me
* Hey, whoa, ya heard me *

* Get clean...

(phone ringing)

McGee, I can't talk now.

McGEE: Where are you?
Found Ferdinand Pisco.

I'm following him now.

Alone? You were gonna call me.

Yeah, well, I understand that.

Well, it happened kind of quick.

McGEE: We're supposed to be
working together.

TORRES:
This guy needs to be

handled on the down-low.

Frankly, you stick out
in a crowd.

That is not...
I got to go.

* Yo, this the home
of the Saints *

* Sinners in the streets,
chrome on the Benz *

* The night life,
we drink until we faint... *

(grunts)

* Whoadie, what it do

* Louisiana L,
but we never, never lose *

* Push it like weight,
little mama keep movin' *

* We on Bourbon Street
just foolin' *

* Gettin' po'd up till they ask,
"What you doing?" *

* Woop-woop, that's the sound
of the police... *

Stop! Federal agent!

(jazz band playing upbeat music)

(women gasping)

(music stops, crowd murmuring)

Police! Don't move!

Drop your weapon!

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

Suspect was covered in blood,
armed with this.

Claimed he was NCIS,
but no credentials.

Said he was working
undercover.

I had to take him
into custody.

Is he one of yours?

So they tell me.

You did the right
thing, Pete. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Pride.

We met over MTAC.

Nick Torres.

You make quite a first
impression, Nick Torres.

Less than two hours in my city,
and you get yourself arrested

as a suspected murderer.

(whistles) That's got to be
some kind of record.

(chuckles)

I got an explanation.

Yeah, you and
Special Agent McGee

were sent to New Orleans
to recover stolen intel, yes?

Yes. It's called
the Playbook.

It's a collection of scenarios

for viable terrorist attacks
against the U.S.

Stolen from Homeland Security.
I... That much I know.

What I don't know is why
you ran an operation

without checking
in first.

Tracking down a former contact
of my undercover days.

That would be the murder victim.

Ferdinand Pisco.
Venezuelan operative.

Uh, he's in town
to acquire the Playbook.

Had to handle it, um...

delicately.

Ah.

That word must have a
different meaning up in D.C.

But down here, in
New Orleans, at Mardi Gras,

NCIS likes to keep
a lower profile.

Pride, I was supposed
to check in. That's on me.

But all I did
was follow the guy.

Someone else killed him.

Probably to make sure

Ferdinand didn't
get the Playbook.

Probably.

Mm-hmm.

We have to find out who.

And here's
a silly question-- um...

you think you could take these,
uh, handcuffs off me now?

Haven't decided yet.

Pride, I'm telling you,

my second impression is
so much better than the first.

One can only hope.

Loretta.

Dwayne.

This is not exactly
how I expected to spend

the weekend before Mardi Gras.

Imagine it wasn't
how Ferdinand Pisco

expected it
would go either.

I don't think he even realized
he was injured

until it was too late.

It's a single stab wound,
as far as I can tell.

Maximum damage in minimum time.

Anything on the killer?
GREGORIO: Oh, yeah.

Spoke to multiple witnesses

who positively I.D.'d
the suspect.

Unfortunately,
they all described him.

Nick Torres. How you doing?

I'm Gregorio.
I'd be better if you had more

on the murder suspect than just
"wearing a harlequin costume."

So embarrassing.
I had no idea

that was a common
fashion statement here.

Krewe of Commedia.

They had their
annual party here.

Uh, crew of what now?

It's a New Orleans thing
I'm still not clear on.

It means there were
over a hundred Harlequins

dressed like that last night.

NOPD's interviewing as many
as they can round up.

Anyone who can kill like this
had an escape route--

long gone.

Oh, man, that's so gross.

What you got there, Sebastian?

Victim's cell phone.
And probably a case of hep C,

considering this gutter
I just pulled it out of.

I'm gonna need to go home
and take, like,

a long Silkwood shower.

Looks water damaged.
Can you retrieve the data?

Oh, yeah, I'm on it.

Gregorio,

check surveillance.
We need something more

on our killer
other than he looks like

Torres here.

Mm-hmm.
So, Ferdinand

was here to meet up with
whoever stole the Playbook.

Any update on who that might be?

That would be
McGee's department.

Where's McGee?

It is absolutely crazy
out there.

(Sonja laughs)

LASALLE: Agent McGee,
finally in New Orleans.

How you doing?

And your first Mardi Gras
in the quarter.

I see you've already caught on
to the New Orleans vibe.

Day drinking is step one.

I-I am not day drinking.

Someone forced this
into my hand.

Yeah, if you say so,
glitter boo.

(laughs)
I do, uh, come
bearing gifts, however.

Can I use your computer?

Absolutely.

Been tracking the digital trail
of whoever stole the Playbook

in the first place.

They've been making some
moves the last couple days.

Yeah? What kind of moves?

McGEE:
NSA's had an uptick in their
chatter about the Playbook.

Thief is putting it
up for auction.

It's going to the
highest bidder.

SONJA:
So multiple bad actors

from all over the globe
trying to make a bid.

Timothy McGee.

Make yourself at home.
Hey.

How are you?
Good.

Morning.

So, New Orleans at Mardi Gras

is perfect
for an auction like this.

Million visitors
in the city,

half of them in masks.

Easy to slip in and out
without being seen.

Well, then let's
hit the streets.

Let's get that Playbook back.

Uh, you're not hitting anything
after last night.

Hey, I took initiative to
contact Ferdinand Pisco.
(phone ringing)

I'm not the reason the
operation went sour.

I'm not the one
you need to convince.

Hey, boss.

Yeah.

He's right here.

Actually, he wants
to talk to Pride.

Are you holding up okay, Dwayne?

Wish Homeland's mess

hadn't ended up in our backyard,
but we'll deal with it.

Got backup available
if you want it.

More agents means
more questions.

I want to keep this contained.

That's gonna be hard to do.
We've got a rogue's gallery

of international operatives
descending on New Orleans.

Every agency in D.C. wants in.

I just got through

hand-holding the FBI on
the Javier Garcia case.

Don't need a sequel.

Roger that.
I'll run interference.

Appreciate it, Jethro.

You always had a gentler
way with the suits.

(laughs)

Sorry, that wasn't a joke?

Send Torres in.

We need to talk.

You got it, boss.

McGee.
Yeah, boss?

What is that around your neck?

Oh, uh, they're beads.
It's a festive thing.

Trying to get
into the--

Never mind.

Wrong door.

(scanner beeps)

(chuckles)

So I was able to retrieve data

off of Ferdinand Pisco's
busted cell phone.

What'd you get?
Texts.

He was, uh, communicating
with whoever stole the Playbook.

They were supposed to meet
in the Quarter.

Yeah, someone killed Pisco
before the meeting took place.

Well, able to get us
anything on Pisco

or the thief from the texts?
No.

But I was able to trace the
serial number from the phone,

and it was one of
five burner phones

purchased together at
an airport kiosk a few days ago.

Five phones
can mean five buyers.
All we have to do

is track the phones, and
we find all the buyers.

Tracking the phones
isn't that easy.

Can't you just trace the ping
from the cellular towers

and triangulate or whatever?

No, it's-it's
2017 now, Sonja.

The era of the ping
is long gone.

Even cheap burner phones
are GPS enabled.

You know, the real
GPS tracking expert is Patton,

and he's off consulting JSOC
on some online security issue.

Hey, you know, uh,
I don't mean to brag,

but I wrote an algorithm that
is kind of a game changer

in satellite circles.

Geez.
You're...

you're, uh...
you're McGee, right?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I'm Sebastian.
I-I've heard so much about you.

Oh, you have?

Well, you went from tech support
to special agent overnight.

Sort of a legend at FLETC.

At least, you know, to me.

It-it wasn't
quite that simple.

But, uh, this is.
Oh.

Let me show you this.
All you need to do is

enter the serial numbers.

(typing)

(computer beeping)

Whoa, this is,
this is amazing.

There's no way that this is,
uh, a rigid tracking algorithm.

No, no, no. Rigid tracking's
no good. Satellite phones

are always on the move,
so this is

a geosynchronous
step track processing,

with a little bit of
pizzazz on the side.
Of course.

Yeah, makes total sense.

(chuckles) To who?

(computer beeps)

Oh, wait. One of the burner
phones just powered on.

Somewhere near
Armstrong Park.

I'm getting the exact
coordinates now.
Nice.

(band playing lively jazz music)

Got a lot of tourists
and a bunch of drunks.

Not sure who
we're looking for.

Any clues to help us out,
Sebastian?

SEBASTIAN: All I can tell you
is that whoever is using

that burner phone
is actively texting right now.

Well, think I
see our target.

Ma'am, I'm gonna need you
to turn around,

put your hands in the air!

(grunts)

She's dead.

Stabbed just like Pisco.

It just happened.

Yeah, and whoever
did it was just here.

(band playing lively jazz music)

According to DNA,
this is Monica Grange.

U.S. citizen traveling
under a Canadian alias.

Wanted in four
different countries

for ties to a Syrian
terrorist group.

Yeah, been off the grid
for years acting as a middleman,

buying weapons, intel,
explosives.

Probably in town

to bid for the Playbook,
just like Ferdinand.

And just like Ferdinand,

she got stabbed before
she could make contact

with whoever the seller is.

Two operatives in town
murdered within a day.

Killer could be another buyer
taking out the competition.

Easier to negotiate
if everyone else is dead.

Well, Sebastian and McGee
are tracking down

the remaining burner
phones and buyers.

GREGORIO: Well, as for
our killer, all we got is

footage of the suspect
running away last night.

PRIDE: So how do we get
the Playbook back?

Talk to me.

Monica Grange was corresponding
with the killer before she died.

They were supposed
to meet tonight.

TORRES: We have
Monica's phone.

I have a clean identity.
Set up a meet.

I'll go in
in her place.

Seller's proven to be careful--
not gonna have

the Playbook on him
at the meeting.

Anyone but a woman shows up,
seller could spook.

Well, what if I go in as Monica?

I mean, she's been off the grid,
no current photo.

Seller will have no idea.

Seller will have every idea.

I'm sorry, but you reek of cop.

You trying to say I smell?
No, I'm saying

that undercover work
takes a certain flair.

Like the flair you had last
night when you got arrested?

Oh, really? We're gonna do that?
(phone beeps)

Look, all I'm trying
to say is

if we want to get
the Playbook back quietly,

then I'm your girl.

Gregorio's right.

Study up on Monica Grange

until the seller
reaches out.

I got to go to autopsy.

What'd you find, Loretta?

(sighs) Frightful
symmetry, I'm afraid.

Both victims killed with a
single stab between the ribs...

...puncturing the heart,
bled out within moments.

Probably didn't even realize
they were stabbed

before it was too late.

The weapon was thin-bladed.

Stiletto, most likely.

Killer's a skilled expert who
can slip in and out of a crowd

without being noticed.
Yeah, no sign of fibers,

DNA, fingerprints.

Trained intelligence agent?

Or an assassin.

Whoever the killer is,
we need to contain him now.

A highly skilled assassin

roaming the streets
of New Orleans at Mardi Gras.

Dwayne.

Maybe it's time
to call in the cavalry.

Well, if we do that, it won't
just be the FBI coming.

Be CIA, too.
Yeah, and those guys suck.

Yeah, it'll be like
the Wild West.

(monitor beeping)

Can't let that happen.
Sebastian,

tell me you got
good news.

McGee and I were able to hack
the last three burner phones.

Means we can track
their locations.

Yeah, well,
we can do better than that.

We're gonna draw
the buyers to us.

Send them text messages,
pretending to be the seller,

then sweep them up--
classic false flag operation.

And what does that mean,
exactly?

I have no idea--
something that McGee said.

But it sounds really cool,
right?

PRIDE:
Chris, Sonja,

help McGee and Sebastian
bring in the buyers.

And remember, any one of them
could be our killer.

Need you to proceed
with caution.

You got it.

TORRES:
That's the entirety

of Interpol's file
on Monica Grange.

It's barely a page long.

It'll have to do.

She's a lawyer
by profession,

so you're gonna have to pretend
like you understand law.

Don't need to pretend.

I am a lawyer; went to law
school before joining the FBI.

She's fluent in Arabic.

I'm assuming you're not.

No, but I dated

an Egyptian once
and learned a phrase or two.

You know, you're pretty cocky

for someone that's
never worked undercover before.

Oh, I've worked
undercover ops before.

Yeah, well, I'm not talking
about a couple of days

of playing make-believe,

take down a drug dealer.

I'm talking about

spending years
being another person.

So long that you...
(chuckles)

you forget who you really are.

(whispers):
Fascinating.

But all I need is an hour or two
to get the Playbook back, so...

And all you need
is to screw up once,

and this entire situation
goes pear-shaped.

You know, I may not
be fluent in Arabic,

but I am fluent
in body language,

and it's killing you
to ride the bench.

It's killing me
to ride the bench.

You know, I'm not a bench guy;
I'm an on-the-field kind of guy.

Not much of a
team player, huh?

No, this, uh...

team thing
has been pretty recent.

It's an adjustment.

I get it. It's not easy
being the new guy

with a group that's
worked so long together.

Yeah, I mean,
inside jokes alone...

Yeah, and you're never
fully confident that

they actually need you, right?
It's, like, what am I doing?

Exactly.

Well, I'm gonna need you,
Torres,

'cause I have
no idea what I'm doing.

So let's just start there,
all right?

(phone beeps)

It's the seller.

Meeting's at 8:00.

Sazerac Bar.

I'll let Pride know.

(mid-tempo music playing)

Not gonna want
to do that, Sebastian.

Keep your eyes forward
or on me.

Well, how-how will we know
when the target's here?

Window reflections.

Got a security
mirror up there.

There's about five other ways to
know what's going on behind us.

What, I still got glitter
in my hair?

No.

Well, yeah, but that's not it.

You're a nerd
like me, you know?

But you're, like,
this badass nerd.

You're so good at this.

Eh. Just have more experience.

No, you-you make it look easy.

I just keep
messing up.

Look...

when I was a probie,
I messed up all the time.

Okay? I made a ton
of mistakes.

But I was fortunate;
I had some key mentors

that showed me the ropes.

Well, they must have been very
patient and forgiving, then.

They were merciless.
Downright mean sometimes.

But you know what?

They always had my six,
and I always had theirs.

(phone beeps)

Buyer's here.

The windbreaker,
duck boots.

All right.

All right, I'll send him out
to the alley away from everyone,

so we can pick him up there.
All right.

All right, you zig, I zag.
What, now? What's that?

Follow him.
Okay, yeah, all right.

(lively music playing)

Hi. Uh...

I'm a federal agent...

Stop-stop resisting.

Stop resisting.
It's gonna be okay.

Just...
(man grunts)

We're all gonna be fine.

(Sebastian groaning)

What was that, like, a...
like, a Vulcan nerve pinch?

Mossad technique
an old friend of mine taught me.

All right, we got to get him
up here, get him in the car.

Yeah. No problem.

Okay.

Kind of wish we didn't
park so far away.

Come on.

*

* I've cussed on a Sunday

* I've cheated and I've lied

* I've fallen down from grace

* A few too many times

* But I find holy redemption

* When I put this car in drive

* Roll the windows down

* And turn up the dial...

It's packed in here.

Easier for us
to stay hidden.

TORRES (over radio): But too
crowded if there's a problem.

I should be in there with you.

PRIDE:
Stay where you are, Torres.

You're our backup,
in case things go south.

I'll be okay.

* I find my soul revival

* Singing
every single verse... *

For you, miss lady.

Oh, I didn't
order these.
No, I did.

Join me?

That the seller
or just a come-on?

PRIDE:
She's the seller.

Eva Azarova.

Russian sleeper agent.

Sort of helped us out of a mess
we were in last year.

Sort of?

She happened to be responsible
for the mess

in the first place.
GREGORIO: I make it a rule

not to take drinks
from strangers.

You never know what's in it.

Mm. I don't think it's the drink
you need to worry about.

Why don't you tell me
exactly who you are.

* Can I get a hallelujah...

* Can I get a hallelujah...

I'm Monica Grange.

You should know that
because you invited me.

TORRES:
That's Arabic.

Monica's fluent.
Gregorio's not.

Counts as sideways to me, Pride.

Hold on, Torres.

Don't know that saying.
It's beautiful.

What does it mean?

It means you're not
the only one who came armed.

Might have an issue, Torres.

Might need you
to cover the front door.

Let's not cause a scene.

Let's relax
and enjoy our drinks.

Give me some time, you'll
enjoy the company as well.

* My church.
(crowd cheering)

MAN: Give it up for Maren
Morris, ladies and gentlemen.

SEBASTIAN:
Pride got a positive I.D.

on the suspect who
stole the Playbook.

Good.

Eva Azarova?

I thought we put her away
last year for espionage.

Yeah. Guess she escaped,
somehow got the Playbook.

Now she's trying
to sell it.

Gregorio's made contact.

Well, hopefully, she
gets the Playbook back

before anyone
else gets hurt.

Yeah. Meanwhile, we've got

two out of the three
foreign buyers in custody.

Though ours isn't talking.

LASALLE:
Yeah, North Korean operative.

Just sits there like he doesn't
understand a word we're saying,

smiling and nodding.

You guys have any better luck?

No. Although, oh, man,

you guys should've been
in interrogation

to see McGee go to work.

He did this whole
no-talking thing

that completely
freaked our guy out.

I mean, he ended up
telling us his entire

life story just
to get McGee to speak.

So cool.

What?

You really like McGee,
don't you?

Yeah, bit of a man crush,
you ask me.

It's a total
man crush, yeah.

Also, it's like looking
into a crystal ball

to see what I could
potentially become.

You know? I mean, McGee is
basically future Sebastian.

Well, where's
future Sebastian now?

He's in Patton's office trying
to track the final burner phone.

No luck so far, though.

It hasn't even
been turned on.

Well, two of the other buyers
were murdered,

so maybe whoever has
the other phone is dead, too.

SONJA:
Or he could be

the killer, take out the
competition for the Playbook.

LASALLE:
Well, all we know

about the killer is that he was
wearing a Mardi Gras costume,

and he's good with a knife.
I mean, we need more.

Well, that's what
I've been working on.

So, we have about ten seconds
of surveillance video

from the night
Ferdinand Pisco was killed.

I'm using a special
computer program

to analyze
the suspect's gait--

stride length, height,
measurements.

It can even predict gender.
Is this for real?

I'm gonna cross-check the
results against our database,

and hopefully come up
with a viable suspect.

Yeah, well, keep at it,
Past Sebastian.

Yeah.

(playing gentle melody)

You're not at all
what I was expecting,

given who you represent.

* Oh, baby, we go together...

Looking for a pantsuit
and briefcase?

Or maybe an eye patch
and a scar?

I don't know.

Just not you.
TORRES (over earpiece):
Hey, Gregorio,

you think you might bring up
the Playbook anytime soon,

or is that a like a second date

type of question?

Do I disappoint?

Not in the least.

Honestly, Pride, how long

are we gonna go on
with the foreplay?

Gregorio, you might want
to give her a push.

Well, let's talk business.

My employer is eager
to make an offer.

I haven't decided
if I'm entertaining an offer.

Well, what else do I have to do
to convince you?

Meet me at the elevator.

Where are we going?

My room.
And bring your drink.

'Cause it's the only way you're
gonna get to see the Playbook.

I'll be on my best behavior.

Promise.

* But I wish, but I wish I was

* Ooh, I wish,
oh, wish I was... *

I'm heading up, boys.

One sideways glance, Gregorio,

we shut
this whole operation down.

(door lock beeps)

Weapon on the table, please.

You, too.

Hmm.

Penthouse.

View of the Quarter.
Very nice.

PRIDE: Tenth floor,
east side of the hotel.

You say the word,
I'm on the move.

I didn't book the room
because of the view.

Balcony gives me access
to the roof.

Escape route
if I need it.

Paranoid way of life.

Only way to survive in our line.

Gets tiring, though.

Why do it?

I've got my reasons.

Here's the Playbook.

Voice activation security
needs my voice.

(speaking Russian)

(computer beeping)

Have a look.

(phone ringing)

Sebastian.
SEBASTIAN: Pride.

I just got a hit back on that
gait analysis I was running.

What's gait analysis?

It's too complicated
to explain right now.

Bottom line, we got an I.D.
on our murder suspect.

Eva Azarova came back
as a match.

Are you sure?

Program's not 100% accurate,

but, yeah,
I'm-I'm pretty damn sure.

Torres,

Gregorio's up there
with our killer.

I got the room.

You cover the back

in case she tries to escape.

TORRES:
Copy.

Gregorio, do you hear that?

Got confirmation
that Eva's responsible

for Ferdinand's murder.

I'm on my way, but you need
to get out of there now.

Everything seems in order.
I'll reach out to my employer...

I know you're not
Monica Grange,

because I watched her
die this morning.

I thought Victor
may have sent you

because you're
definitely his type.

I don't even know who Victor is,
but you got bigger problems

'cause you're pointing
a knife at a federal agent.

Drop it!

Now!

(panting)

Pride, I got the suspect
in custody.

PRIDE:
Copy that. Almost there.

Pride?

You're NCIS.

Yeah.

And you're under arrest
for espionage

and the murder of Ferdinand
Pisco and Monica Grange.

Well, you got me on espionage,
but I didn't kill those people.

Oh, yeah? Then who did?

(lights clack)

Same person who just did that.

(automatic gunfire)

You hit?
No.

Stay there.

PRIDE:
Gregorio?

You okay?

Two gunmen went out the balcony.

They have the Playbook.

Torres, two suspects
headed your way, armed.

Torres, do you copy?

Agent Torres is
unable to respond.

Who is this?

The man you'll be
negotiating with

if you want
Torres back alive.

Ask Eva what happens
if you don't comply.

I'll expect your call.

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

Just got off the phone
with Director Vance,

who's ready to send the Marines
down to get Torres back.

What do we know?
Not much.

Torres and the Playbook
were taken last night

by three gunmen in a black SUV
at the Roosevelt Hotel.

Sebastian and McGee are trying
to track the movements

of that SUV, but it seems like
it vanished into thin air.

This Victor's good at
what he does, whoever he is.

Well, Eva seems to know
exactly who he is.

It's like she was
expecting him last night.

He could be the fifth buyer,

responsible for killing
the others.

Yeah, laying in wait
at the hotel

last night to grab the Playbook.

But Eva was there
when Ferdinand Pisco

and Monica Grange
were killed. Why?

It's a lot
of unanswered questions.

Like, is Torres
even still alive?

Torres is alive because Victor
needs him as a bargaining chip.

GREGORIO: Well, Playbook
can't be opened

without Eva's
voice verification.

And Eva's the one person
who might be able to fill in

the rest of the blanks for us.
Let's go, Gregorio.

Keep digging.

I was hoping that my new friend
would join us.

I didn't catch her real name.

That's too bad.

Never would have guessed
that she was a federal agent.

Plus, she has
a mean right hook.

PRIDE:
I'll let her know.

Right now, you need
to tell me who Victor is.

Russian agent,

vicious assassin,

my mentor.

Taught me
everything I know.

We think he's responsible...

for these two murders.

Here we are again, Eva.

Yup.

You're accusing me
of crimes I didn't commit.

But you did commit a crime.

You stole the Playbook
from Homeland.

Sell to the highest bidder.

Never pegged you
as an opportunist.

You're right.

I was using it as bait
to draw Victor out.

Your mentor.

He recruited me
when I was just a child.

He took me from my family.

He made me do...
terrible things.

He turned me into this.

Woman without a country.

I saw an opportunity
to pay him back,

'cause I knew that he
would come crawling out

from under his rock if
the Playbook was up for grabs.

It's too big a prize.

And then I would have justice.

Two people are dead
because of your justice.

Victor has the Playbook

and one of our agents.

You need me to get him back.

Trade me for your agent.

And we'll take
Victor down together.

Well, problem is,
the way you've acted...

don't know how
I can afford to trust you.

How can you afford not to?

Not sure we can
take Eva at her word.

I'm sure we can't.

I know that look in her eyes.

She's hell-bent on revenge.
I get it.

If I had a chance
to take down my ex-husband

after all the crap he pulled,
nothing would stop me.

We need a plan B to get Torres
and the Playbook back safely.

McGee and I might have
what you're looking for.

Hey.

GREGORIO: Hey.
McGEE: Got footage

of Victor's SUV leaving
the hotel late last night.

Before it disappeared
into thin air?
Actually, it didn't.

The SUV passed
a number of cameras

while it fled the scene.

SEBASTIAN: Yeah, traffic
cameras, security cameras,

pedestrians' personal cameras...

If we can access
that feed,

we can piece together
exactly where the SUV went.

We don't have the resources

to consolidate
footage from

dozens of sources
to find a single target.

The NSA does.

This case involves
national security

and international espionage.

I asked Bishop to call in some
favors from her old bosses.

Yeah. We track the SUV
from here.

Lasalle and Percy,
they're our boots on the ground

while we gather intel.

We're-we're gonna find Torres.

How legal is this, guys?

Well, strictly speaking, we're
entering a bit of a gray zone.

One of my team was taken by
a sociopathic Russian agent.

I say screw the gray zone.

We're with you, McGee.

If it'll get
Torres back,

get after it.

We need to buy
them more time.

No way Victor's sitting around,
waiting to get caught.

Well, there's only one way
to keep Victor occupied

while we search for him:
we need to put Eva into play.

I'll call Torres's phone.

See if I can make
contact with Victor.

(phone ringing)

I was beginning to lose hope
you'd ever call.

So was Agent Torres.

Is he all right?
He's fine.

I'll let you have him back
in return for my agent.

The only reason you want Eva
back is to access the Playbook.

Does it really matter,
with Torres's life on the line?

I want to speak to him.

Speak.

Pride.

You okay, Nick?

Well, my allergies are acting up
'cause of all this drywall,

but the view of
the parade route from here,

it's, uh...
No hints, Agent Torres.

Just say you're fine.

I'm fine.

I'll send a text where to
bring Eva for the trade.

Once I have her,
I'll tell you where Torres is.

No, no, no, no.
We do an even trade.

Terms are non-negotiable.

There's 50 ways
this goes south.

That's optimistic.
I can think about 100.

(phone chimes)

He wants us at

the Huey P. Long Bridge
in 20 minutes.

GREGORIO: Keep this very simple,
and you don't go off book.

Understand?

Victor's gonna
go off book.

He's gonna double-cross you.
That's what he does.

Yeah, well, that's why we
have the tracking device.

Keep tabs on Victor.

Here I was thinking
you were just

looking for an excuse
to get fresh.

PRIDE:
Lasalle, what's the update?

Good news and bad news.

Sebastian and McGee
were able to track down

Victor's SUV till
its final destination.

You got eyes on it?
SONJA: Yeah.

It's parked outside an
abandoned building in the CBD.

Bad news?

Well, the building's
30 stories tall.

Torres might be inside,
and he might not.

It's gonna take time to search
without alerting the Russians.

Yeah, well, time's something
we're running out of.

Start searching.

I don't know about all this.

What, you worried about
taking on some Russian spies

who are probably
armed to the teeth?

No. But I hate stairs,
and looks like we're about

to take on a crapload of them.

Send Eva alone.

Two of you stay where you are.

Do what he says.

Be ready to
take him out.

You'll be okay.

Eva, it's been too long.

Our turn now!

Where's Torres?

Once we're safely away,
I'll text you the address.

Can't wait to catch up with you.

Play your cards right,

you just might survive
this mess.

(knife stabs, Victor grunts)

But you will not, Victor.

(panting)

What the hell did you just do?

Something I've been waiting for
a long time.

You just killed the one person

who could help us
get Torres back.

You really screwed
us here, Eva.

Victor's guys
are waiting for his call.

Now they'll kill Torres.

He would've killed Torres
anyway. I did you a favor.

How's that?
I bought you time.

He would've slit

your agent's throat
the minute we pulled away.

GREGORIO: Wait, Lasalle
and Sonja are already

near Victor's hideout.
We need to call them

and give them the exact location
so they can rescue Torres.

I got an idea.

But we're gonna need
her help again.

(phone rings)

(speaking Russian)

She's stalling, but
it's not gonna work for long.

What do you got?

I have a trace
on the Russian's cell.

All right.
Connecting to the GPS.

Getting the exact
coordinates now.

There it is. Bull's-eye. Guys!

Guys, we got a hit!
Okay, Sebastian.

Tell us where.

And tell us softly, please.

17th floor.

Northeast side.

You good?

I'm good.

What took you so long?

You do realize it was, like,

17 freakin' flights
of stairs, right?

You know
I had him, right?

Oh, yeah, you
definitely had him.

Don't people usually
just say thank you?

Oh, you're welcome.

LASALLE: Should we
leave him tied up?

Yes.

(lively jazz music
playing in distance)

Special Agent Torres.

Glad to see
you survived your ordeal.

Managed to get yourself
in the game.

I told you I hate
riding the bench.

You did good, too.

Not bad for a couple
of new guys, right?

Well, it's not six months
in an Ecuadorian prison

just to set up cover, but, uh,

yeah, not bad.

Shoving off in five.

(mouths)

Beautiful night.

It'll be your last for a while.
Right.

They don't have a lot of night
activities in federal prison.

Yeah, well, you should've
thought about that

before your little adventure.

Believe it or not,
this is exactly how I thought

it would all end.

And it was completely worth it.

Getting revenge was worth
a lifetime in prison?

Meeting you was nice, too.

Too bad we won't be able to get

to know each other
a little better...

Never say never.

(lively jazz music continues
in distance)

You sure you got to go?
You're gonna miss Mardi Gras.

Hasn't this been Mardi Gras?
No, no, no, no.

This has been the lead-up
to Mardi Gras.

Actual Mardi Gras day is
when the city really goes off.

Oh. You know what, I
think I've had my share

of New Orleans
shenanigans.

Maybe next year.
Mm.

Uh...

you think it's okay if maybe
I call you from time to time?

Yeah, sure.

The way you, uh, just asked me
made it sound a little weird.

Well, you know, I just,
I might need some advice.

Get Future Sebastian's wisdom.

Okay. But you got to stop
calling me Future Sebastian.

The fact is, you
are Past McGee.

And doing a real
good job of it.

Ah, there you are, McGee.

I just dropped some food off
with Torres in the car.

A little snack
for the road.
Oh, appreciate that. Thank you.

(phone ringing)
Pleasure. Listen, keep
an eye on Eva, okay?

She's tricky.
You got it.

Jethro.
GIBBS: Special Agent Pride.

You'll be happy to know
I'm sending your team home

mostly in one piece.

Eh, you pulled it off
on your own. Not bad.

I'm just glad we kept
all of official Washington

from flooding the city.

Yeah. This time, at least.

Well, let's keep it that way.
What do you say?

Unless, of course,
it's for a social visit.

Next time there's another party,

I might just pop down,
surprise you, Dwayne.

This is New Orleans,
my brother.

There's always
another party going on.

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