Previously on "NCIS: New Orleans":
Mayor's calling you the Crescent City 2.0 Commission.
I'm sorry, Pride, I can't do this.
I quit.
Our victim is Todd VonRoenn,
janitor at Stennis Space Center.
- So he's stealing tech. - But for who?
Jorge Pérez.
What are the practical needs?
Maybe the batteries are gonna power whatever it is.
How do the Russians play in?
Engineers. They specialize in submersibles.
They all procured their visas from the same guy.
PRIDE Nicholas Antonich.
Ukrainian national, but an international fugitive.
We think that Nico got his hands on a submarine?
Yeah.
Look who else is at the party.
Oh, that is our murder suspect.
No pulse.
Some kind of storage racks?
They're for torpedoes.
He's building a weapon.
Man, Beyoncé is not in the Illuminati.
Why can't you just accept the fact that she's one
of the most talented artists of our generation?
Based on pure raw ability alone.
Well, why can't both be true?
A natural-born genius
and the leader of a secret society
bent on controlling world events.
Man, you're lucky you own a boat and I don't.
Otherwise I'd never come out here with you.
- Yeah, more than just the boat. - Yeah, it's the beer, too.
Throw me another one?
Hey. You see that?
In the water.
Swimming right at us.
Yeah, I see it.
What kind of fish moves that fast out here?
Uh, Taylor?
Taylor, that's no fish.
What was that?
Taylor, we're sinking. Let's go.
*CREDITS*
Morning, Allie.
Good morning.
Can I get you some coffee?
Call somebody to a bar at stupid o'clock in the morning,
yeah, coffee's the least you can do.
Here you go.
There's, uh, grits, too. Coming right up.
Okay. You're a good Southern boy.
Give me coffee and breakfast, but, uh,
you called me here to talk.
I'm here.
You talk.
I just figured you might have something to get off your chest.
- That's all. - And why is that?
Because the mayor creates a commission...
to change the way we do things here in New Orleans.
Wants you to be the voice of the next generation.
Just as we're starting up, you quit.
That's right.
There's a reason.
I've got my own nonprofit to run. Maybe I'm overextended.
Don't have time for hot air and politics.
Oh, well, you know it's always hot air and politics.
No. I think there's something else.
Deputy mayor put you up to this?
Nope. Just asking 'cause I'm concerned.
But if there is something that I can help with...
We don't know each other.
We don't. It's true.
But I admire you, Allie, and I think you're more than just
important to the commission.
You're essential.
So I come to you
with an offer not just of grits and good manners.
I come to you with an offer of friendship.
And discretion.
It's just a stupid mistake I made.
I've made one or two of those myself.
Mm. Not like this.
Damn, these are good.
My mama's recipe.
This mistake?
There are some photos I wish I hadn't taken.
I thought they were gone, but...
But...?
But yesterday I received an anonymous text
threatening to release them unless I leave the commission.
Blackmail.
I guess that's the word, yeah.
I'm not asking for details,
but you are very much in my area of expertise right now.
Fixing stupid mistakes?
Helping the innocent.
Any idea who could've sent those texts?
Only one other person knows they exist.
You probably know him. Jason Lee.
Louisiana State Senator Jason Lee?
Mr. Family Values himself.
What are these, truth grits?
Yeah, that's...
surprising, because...
He's married? Yeah.
On the other side of the aisle.
Not my business to judge
what goes on in other people's private lives, but...
Relationship was before he was anybody,
let alone a rising political star.
I didn't know he was married when we got started
and I ended things as soon as I found out.
Jason get the same threat?
I mean, it could be he's being blackmailed, too.
Yeah, I tried to text him,
but he ghosted me.
As far as he's concerned, I don't exist.
Well, either way, I'm not gonna stand around
and watch you get extorted.
If you're leaving the commission,
I want it to be on your terms,
not because you're being forced out.
Excuse me. Khoury.
Stop, stop. Say that again.
Got to be honest, when I got orders from JSOC
to find an armed Soviet sub off the coast,
I thought I was being pranked.
Coast Guard pulled two fishermen out of the Gulf
that can attest this threat is real.
Well, the Navy put me in charge
of all available resources in the area.
We'll locate the sub, take it out.
Afraid it's not that simple, Captain Brooks.
Man named Jorge Pérez and his partner Nico Antonich
modified the sub to run on all electric power.
Usual tools won't work.
Guess we got to go old-school, then.
Good old-fashioned grid search.
In the Gulf of Mexico?
Be happy to narrow it down if you can help.
There is one lead.
We know that the fishing boat that got attacked was due south
of where we believe the sub was being docked.
Then let's start there.
The torpedo that took out
that fishing boat, any pieces of it left?
Not pieces. The whole thing.
Sunk to the ocean's floor once it ran out of fuel.
We are mounting a recovery effort right now.
Any idea why it didn't explode upon impact?
Sounds like it wasn't armed. But we'll send it back
to Belle Chasse for an examination.
Thank you, Captain.
Copy that.
Why fire an unarmed torpedo at a random fishing boat?
Proof of concept for any potential buyers.
If Nico and Pérez were looking to sell a sub for smuggling,
no need to prove it's lethal.
I think we're well beyond smuggling here.
And thanks to our Stennis janitor stealing that battery tech,
that sub might be near impossible to find.
Pérez and Nico shouldn't be.
And like magic, Triple P with the remedy to all that ails.
Oh, you got a trace on my missing sub?
Nah, but I got a line on Nico Antonich.
I hacked the phone of the man who killed our janitor.
He was getting mystery texts.
This is the latest one he got from a few days ago.
"Meet tonight, usual spot," signed N.
He's not much of a conversationalist.
No. Man gets right to the point.
Yeah, they seem to meet on a regular basis.
Well, any idea where the usual meeting location might be?
Nah. Nico uses a different burner phone
every time they make contact.
- No GPS. - Well, not exactly the Rosetta Stone.
Ah, come on, man.
You got to get creative, baby.
There's a strong possibility Nico don't even know
our bearded friend is dead.
So, even if we can't locate Nico...
Maybe we can draw him out when he tries to make contact...
- Patton, boy, you're brilliant. - Come on, player.
Who you think you're dealing with?
Here you go.
That's funny. I thought I'd beat you here.
It's midday. I'm always here.
- Ordinarily. But today is... - Therapy, yes.
I haven't blown it off, just moved it to tomorrow.
- Good. - Is it?
I still can't see how someone
waving a finger in front of my face
is supposed to help me with my PTSD.
And this from the woman who sat with me
as I microdosed LSD.
Well, that had the added benefit of me not being the lab rat.
Yeah, well, you got to give EMDR a chance.
You've only had three sessions.
It's gonna take time to get back to normal.
I don't know that normal exists anymore.
What does exist is the work.
I finished the autopsy on your murder suspect.
- You got an I.D.? - Mm-hmm.
Kristof Vint.
Autopsy shows chronic hypertension,
vitamin D deficiency,
and, uh, cutaneous pathologies
between the thumb and forefingers.
Too much time on the phone, I imagine.
Did you happen to find anything that could help us locate
- the missing submarine? - I did.
Mr. Vint has a foreign substance underneath his fingernails.
- Yeast. - Yeast?
Like from bread dough?
Like from a distillery.
Well, no, listen, Sebastian's, like, gone tonight,
so why don't we just stay home, watch a movie...
Actually watch the movie this time.
Ah, perfect. See you soon.
All right, bye.
Ah, I know that smile.
That's the "I just spoke to Kara" smile.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, movie night.
- I'm pumped! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa. What are you pumped about?
Thought you were dungeon mastering tonight.
Oh, no, no. I canceled that whole session.
I wasn't sure how late we were gonna work.
But there's always time
for movie night with my gal pals.
Slumber party, let's go.
Hey, read the room, Sebastian.
I mean, "gal pals" didn't sound right coming out,
but by that point there was no pulling it back.
Yeah, no, bro, that's not the problem here.
What's that mean?
Oh, well, right now it means we got a lead.
Nico texted our dead suspect's phone.
He said, "Let's meet, one hour."
- Okay. But where? - Didn't say.
Well, Patton and I thought this might happen,
so we used the location tracker on Vint's phone
to try to figure out where he was on the days he met with Nico.
Yeah, that's a lot of ground to cover.
All right, I'll text the phone, see if I can get more details.
Well, hey, hey, careful.
You don't want to tip Nico off that something might be wrong.
Well, right now, we don't have a choice or the time, so...
Okay.
Eh, he's three-dotting you.
That's never good.
Yeah. He's gonna ghost you.
Guys, can you just hold on, please?
Oh, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He said "dock side."
What's that?
What does that mean?
There's no water on this map.
I mean, it's block to block warehouses.
No, he means loading dock.
Well, that doesn't really narrow it down.
It does if there's a distillery nearby.
Wade said she found yeast on Vint's body.
Bingo. Old Saint's Brewery.
Let's roll.
Need a light? No.
I don't smoke anymore.
Terrible habit.
I do enjoy the smell, though.
Not exactly dressed
for wandering an abandoned warehouse.
Can't say you are, either.
Well, I'm meeting someone.
Yeah, Mr. Vint, unfortunately, won't be able to make it.
I'm aware.
Vint never texts back.
But you showed up anyway?
Wanted to see who's onto me.
Friend or foe, if you will.
Well, I'm hoping we can be friends.
Yet to be determined.
Please don't step any closer.
Relax. I'm Special Agent Carter from NCIS.
Hmm.
You need to come in with me.
I don't think so.
Well, you don't have a choice. You're surrounded.
Do you know why I selected this location as a meeting place?
You saw it in a movie?
Because from where I'm stand,
I can see all access roads.
You arrived in two vehicles about 20 minutes ago.
Four of you total.
Four's all we need.
I've also studied every centimeter of this brewery.
Did you know there are 11 unique escape routes?
Nico, we need to talk.
It was lovely to meet you, Special Agent Carter of NCIS.
Whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going?
And that's two.
And the others?
Blocking those escape routes you mentioned.
We need to know your connection
to Jorge Pérez and Kristof Vint.
Ah, you should ask them.
Well, Pérez is missing and Vint is... dead.
For your own safety, you need to come in with us.
No. I don't think so.
I think I'll take my chances.
Sniper!
The tall and skinny one already scrambled my brain once.
If you think I'm letting you near my nose again...
No need. Your rapid test came back negative.
So let's get this over with.
Who took that shot at you?
You expect me to believe you have no idea
who tried to kill you?
Bella, do you think this is the first time
I've ever been shot at?
No, I don't.
Bella, four separate attempts.
I can't even tell you what this one is about.
Let's assume it was the Soviet-era submarine
you were retrofitting with Jorge Pérez.
That doesn't sound like me at all.
Oh, come on.
We know you're the guy that moved
ten Ocelot armored vehicles through Mexico.
I don't recall.
Okay, well, how about that deal
that you struck for those Blackhawks
in Naples five years ago?
Napoli is a beautiful city.
I don't know what to tell you.
It wasn't me.
See, I know it was you.
I was on the recon team that recovered those helos
before they shipped to North Africa.
Hmm, Interpol got very close to catching me that time.
Were you stationed in Naples?
Supported the U.S. Sixth Fleet.
Then you must have eaten at L'Accanto.
I was in the Marines, I wasn't on vacation.
Bella.
Gorgeous views and the scallops...
worth almost getting arrested for.
Why were you meeting with Vint?
- The wine list is a bit obvious. - Nico, focus.
Vint, and don't pretend like you didn't know him.
I saw your reaction when you heard he was dead.
He worked for you.
No.
Not me.
Then, uh, Pérez?
I don't know his business. Me?
I specialize in procurement.
For instance,
a '61 250 Ferrari Spider, huh?
Name the color... It's yours.
And you'd look good in it.
Sounds a lot like you're trying to bribe a federal agent.
All my business is aboveboard.
So aboveboard, you paid a janitor
to steal advanced battery technology
from a military base and had him killed?
I did nothing of the kind.
Two men murdered and an attempt on your life.
All because you brought a submarine to New Orleans.
You need to start talking, Nico.
I'll tell you what I really need.
A cappuccino.
State Senator Lee, thank you for coming down
on such short notice.
Call me Jason, please. It's my pleasure.
I'm real curious to hear about this commission of yours.
Well, I'm, uh, looking forward to telling you all about it,
but, uh, not tonight.
Oh, something else come up?
Actually, yeah, there's a lot that's going on,
but, um...
Well, tell me what district 32 can do to help.
You can promise not to bolt.
Oh, hell no.
Yeah, I'm not thrilled about it either, Jason.
I thought you said this was commission business.
It is.
In a way.
Why don't you have a seat?
I don't intend to stay that long.
This'll go easier if we can just...
Dwayne?
I got this.
We need to talk.
I thought we agreed the past was the past.
I thought so, too.
But then those photos showed up on my phone.
What photos?
You know which photos.
The ones we agreed we'd delete.
I did!
Clearly you didn't.
You saved them.
And you decided to use them against me.
No.
They're right here, Jason.
You're looking at them!
I must have been hacked.
Once a liar, always a liar.
Honesty is a two-way street.
I was always honest.
I was honestly single.
And I was honestly appalled to find out that you weren't.
So you're setting me up?
And using a federal agent to do your dirty work?
All right, just settle down.
No one's setting you up.
We're just trying to understand
how those photos could've been sent to Allie.
It wasn't me. I don't want them out there.
Well, they're threatening to release them to the press
- unless I quit the commission. - Then quit!
It's not that simple.
Seems pretty damn simple to me!
There's 12 members. They'll make due.
It's blackmail.
And can easily be turned on you, too.
This is all you, Allie.
Isn't it? Some kind of twisted insurance policy?
No, Jason, because I am a grown-up.
And we agreed we'd delete them. I did.
You know what?
This has been hanging over my head for too long, no.
It's time I tell my side of the story.
What? You mean publicly?
That is a terrible idea!
Allie?
If you go public now...
Why not? Because the commission will lose credibility?
Is that what you care about?
If you go public now,
we might scare the blackmailer off.
You have a better idea?
Yes, we do.
Tell him.
We're gonna find him.
And you're gonna help.
- I am? - Yeah, like you said.
Those photos get out there, you're screwed.
So you're gonna let my people access your phone.
They'll find out who hacked it.
And we're gonna put an end to this.
Ah, thank you.
Though it would be lovely if you had some biscotti.
Ah!
When was the last time you heard from Jorge Pérez?
Pérez, ah.
You know, I can't remember.
He's your business partner. Try harder.
He's one of many.
We're not that close.
Well, do all your business partners try to kill you?
You think it was Pérez who tried to kill me?
Well, the deal for that submarine must be worth millions,
and millions split one way is much easier than two.
Since I'm not getting my coffee,
and it's past my bedtime,
why don't we wrap this up?
I have nothing to tell you.
So charge me with whatever minor offense you have,
and I'll make bail in the morning.
Bail?
Oh, that's funny.
You are gonna spend the next 20 to life
in supermax.
For procuring a legally acquired submarine at a fair price?
I don't think so.
Oh, no, it's not the submarine.
It's the torpedoes you armed it with.
- I'm sorry? - Trafficking in weapons of war.
You're an arms dealer.
U.S. government takes that very seriously.
I may be many things, but an arms dealer is not one of them.
And you expect me to believe that why?
Self-preservation.
The people I'm working with can occasionally be... irrational.
Irrational and armed is not worth the risk.
You're telling me
that Pérez did this all on his own?
And that makes me an innocent bystander here.
Oh, no, I think the, uh,
the word you're looking for is "accessory."
So, unless you're willing to do some serious time,
you better give me something.
You make a fair point, Agent Carter.
Where is the submarine?
How would I possibly know?
I'm in here. It's out there.
And as you aptly noted, my business partner tried
to cut me out of the deal, with a bullet.
Who were you selling the sub to?
Eduardo Silva.
The Silva Cartel out of Venezuela?
Well, none of my business how my clients make their money,
as long as the check clears.
All right, keep talking.
It was supposed to arrive at La Guaira today,
but this morning my phone starts blowing up.
Silva himself accusing me of, uh,
trying to cheat him out of money when no one shows up at the hand-off.
Never give your personal cell to a drug lord.
No matter how good a customer.
They're so needy.
Well, if the submarine never showed,
then Pérez must have found another buyer.
What'd you tell Silva?
That I would get to the bottom of this,
which is why I was meeting with Vint.
Silva's expecting an answer soon,
so you'd actually get me out of hot water if you find
his submarine for him.
I'm at the hospital and
we're trying to intubate a patient,
but it's too late.
There's no more can be done,
but I still think I could do more.
I stand there for...
Oh, I think I need a break.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize.
Post-traumatic stress recovery takes time.
You're doing great.
I wish I'd have a sense of when it would start working.
When I'll be like my old self again.
And what would your "old self" look like?
A sense of balance, knowing where I stood.
Not being exhausted every minute of every day.
You know, I haven't been to the free clinic in months,
and that used to give me purpose.
I'm not sure that's someplace you should be right now.
All your trauma stems from the incredible amount
of pressure you've been under during this health crisis.
You know how wonderful it is to help a living person.
You're a doctor. You should understand that.
I do.
But there are other ways to help, Loretta.
I want you to stay on track.
You're making amazing progress.
Well, I don't think our definition of progress
is the same.
I'm still not sleeping, I'm irritable,
and I get a little dizzy sometimes.
It's a process.
I'm gonna give you an assignment.
Before our next session, I want you to
look for a way to help people
that won't trigger your past trauma.
Just spoke to Captain Brooks.
Her recovery team has the spent torpedo.
They're bringing it to a hangar at Belle Chasse.
I want you to go examine it.
They have any idea why
it didn't explode when it hit the fishing boat?
I don't know.
But Sebastian will figure it out and fill us in, yeah?
Yeah. If I can get my hands on it,
then maybe we can find something that'll lead us to Pérez.
Or get your hands, I don't know, blown off.
- Mayor Taylor. - Come on, T, let's go.
- What do you need me for? - Moral support.
Someone turn on the news.
Okay, I'll call you back.
I've dedicated my life to fighting for equality
for all New Orleanians,
but some people out there want to keep the status quo.
What we're doing must be working
because early yesterday I received an anonymous threat.
An attempt to force me off the Crescent City Commission
by revealing something that I am not proud of.
I care too much about this city to let my pride
stand in the way of our goals,
so I want you to hear it from the source.
Years ago, before he held public office,
I had a brief, consensual relationship
- with State Senator Jason Lee. - Whoa.
Did you know about this?
Now let me speak directly to the coward
who's trying to blackmail me.
You can try, but I won't be intimidated.
I am staying on the commission,
and we will bring about sweeping changes to the Crescent City.
Let me be clear, this is nothing but...
You must be proud of her for not backing down.
I am.
I just wish she would have trusted me to help.
I've moved on, and for the sake of the city,
I ask you all to do the same.
Okay, you're all muted.
Listen up.
Mayor Taylor wants this resolved ASAP.
And frankly, I got a lot on my plate today.
So let's just cut to the chase, all right?
Michael.
It'd be best if we present as a strong, united front.
Why don't we have Allie here on this call?
Let her say her piece.
Two days ago you wanted her off this commission yourself.
Oh, come on, Dennis.
People are allowed to change their minds.
I haven't always been right either.
What Allie needs right now is our support.
We can't turn our backs on her.
I wouldn't expect a man of the cloth
to condone this behavior.
We may be made in God's image,
but we're all very much human.
Allie Briggs has helped thousands
with her criminal justice and voter reform.
And she's destroying this commission
with her thoughtless personal actions.
And you're muted again!
This isn't up for debate.
Allie Briggs stays where she is.
And the only thing all of you need to figure out is
how we can support her and then move on.
And if that doesn't work for anybody,
you're welcome to resign.
A lot of security for just one torpedo.
Guessing that means movie night's off.
You know what, I'm gonna text Kara.
No, no. No.
Totally capable of texting my own girlfriend
for my own canceled date.
Okay, well, um, next Saturday is really great for me.
Um, but really any day is great for me.
Whoa, Sebastian, you're not... You're not listening to me.
I don't really care what you're doing.
- You know what I'm saying? - Yeah.
No, 'cause she's my girlfriend.
Yeah.
And I really like to be alone with her.
- Oh. - Sometimes.
Oh.
Yeah.
Oh.
- I'm an idiot. - No, you're not, baby.
- You're just a little dense, is all. - No, I'm pathetic.
Oh, my God.
I'm just gonna leave you guys alone from now on, you know?
- Go solo. - No, honey buns.
We don't want you to leave us alone.
Maybe just don't be in our face all the time, right?
- Right. - Okay. So now can we focus on the fact
that everyone in this area is running away
from the explosive device that we're heading to?
Hmm? Oh, yeah, it's a smart move.
Smart move?
What do you mean? It's inactive, right?
Just got here myself, actually.
But obviously it hasn't gone off yet.
Yet?
You mean you don't know why?
I was told not to touch
the ordnance until NCIS came to examine the evidence.
But I'm pretty sure it's not armed.
Oh, good, he's pretty sure.
All right,
I am about to possibly deal with some high explosives here,
so... could use some quiet.
Yeah.
And space, too. I'll...
- I'm just gonna... - Are you abandoning me?
I'm sorry, Sebastian.
I know movie night was canceled,
but I'm trying to make it home alive anyway, all right?
Ma'am, if the torpedo
didn't explode when it hit the fishing boat,
it means it's probably a dud.
What is it with you, with the "probably," "pretty sure"?
These are not declarative statements
that make me feel at ease.
All right, don't move.
About to expose the internal components.
Whoa.
Whoa what? Is it gonna explode, or what?
No, it's not going to explode.
Somebody...
removed the firing mechanism. Look.
Maybe Pérez used this one
to give the buyers a demonstration of the sub's capabilities.
Yeah, well, mission half accomplished.
I mean, if the fishing boat hadn't gotten in the way
of the torpedo, that sub would be long gone.
Look at this.
Motherboard is still dry.
- Think you can get a print? - I'm gonna try.
Pérez may not have armed this one, but...
I can't speak for the 11 remaining on board.
All right. That's good work, Sebastian.
The torpedo was heavily modified,
updated with active homing technology.
Is that something that Pérez could have done by himself?
Jorge Pérez is a glorified car salesman.
Well, come on, that glorified car salesman
managed to double-cross both you and your cartel client.
Let's agree he has some skills.
Sebastian was also able to pull a print off...
the motherboard.
Name's Ronan Grady.
You know him?
Pérez hired him to update the submarine's electrical system.
Came up with an idea
to run it on batteries.
He used to work for Northrop Grumman.
Yeah, and Pérez brought him in from California.
Grady wasn't with the Russian engineers we picked up
at Pérez's rental property.
No.
Grady was special.
Wouldn't live in the dorms with the help.
Got his own secret hideout.
Could be that Pérez is laying low
with Grady at this secret hideout.
Well, does this secret hideout have an address?
Mm, it's not really
an address kind of place.
But I could draw a map.
Would you help him draw a map
and get it to Gregorio and Sebastian?
- Sure. - Come on.
Dwayne.
Michael. Listen, uh,
- this isn't really the best time. - Just need a quick word.
- What about? - Look, I know Zahra's all over you,
uh, to get a handle on this commission shakeup.
It's the farthest thing from my mind at the moment.
I may not agree with most of what Allie's fighting for,
but blackmail is not okay.
Okay, well, we're on the same page.
I want to help.
Still got some pull over at NOPD.
Their S.I.D. guys could look into this phone hack.
Honestly, Michael...
that would be much appreciated.
Focus is split around here. Patton hasn't had time to...
make much progress
on Jason Lee's phone at all.
Oh.
- Sorry, I need to go. - I'll get to work.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Thank you.
Thank you, Michael.
Tell me what you got on Pérez and our missing submarine, P.
King, over the past year,
Pérez has been moving millions of dollars
through this shell company that he created
to order material to retrofit that sub.
Okay, so what's strange about that?
The shell company's account got down
to near zero balance... until today.
Pérez get an influx of cash?
Influx? $20 million.
Wow.
Traced to Banco Cali.
In Colombia.
Banco Cali has been known to handle money
for any number of radical organizations,
thanks to this guy.
Dude's moved money
for antigovernment agitators all over South America,
including what's left of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia.
A guerrilla group that's opposed to U.S. involvement in Colombia.
Most of the FARC rebels have been disarmed.
They could be looking for a way to move silently
and strike fast.
Attacking a U.S. target
would make our presence in Colombia untenable.
If they're going on the offense against us,
that sub is still probably nearby.
Which means...
the Gulf Coast is still in jeopardy.
There are 175 oil rigs in the Gulf.
Any of those get hit,
we're looking at one of the largest ecological disasters in memory.
Target could just as easily be
a cruise ship or South Padre Island.
Well, all efforts at this point have been stalled.
The submarine appears 100% undetectable from the water,
until it strikes again.
Well, I'd just as soon not wait for any more damage.
If we can locate Jorge Pérez,
we should be able to find that sub.
Well, any efforts on that front?
My team's picking up one of his accomplices now.
Well, then don't waste your time talking to me.
Michael? You got something for me?
One of my guys in S.I.D. traced the hack on Lee's phone.
Turns out to be a private investigator.
We put the screws to him,
he gave up his client: Gordon Arthurton.
Of Arthurton Bail Bonds?
Largest chain in the Southeast.
And with Allie pushing cash bail reform,
he'd have a stake in seeing her gone.
No one knows we're tackling cash bail.
We only just agreed.
Guess where Arthurton goes to church.
No. Owen?
He's the most progressive clergyman in Louisiana.
He and Allie, th-they're... they're in lockstep.
He is quite the conversationalist, though.
After a glass of wine or three,
he might not even know he did it.
All right, thanks.
Hey. Tell me you found Ronan Grady.
We did, but someone else found him first.
Pérez continues to close the loop.
Yeah, body was still warm,
so we weren't far behind,
but with Grady out of the picture,
Pérez is getting out of here.
Yeah, well, we have eyes on every airstrip,
bus depot, train station in town.
The man specializes in moving fast boats.
My guess is, when he's ready to be gone, he will be.
But he hasn't gone yet. Why?
The cuffs are a bit excessive at this point.
I've shown I can be trusted.
Have you?
I'm as much a victim here as anyone.
Three years I put into this project,
and I was robbed. I'm broke.
Hey, you work black market,
you get black market double-crosses.
You're not being aboveboard, Nico.
What do you mean?
Jorge Pérez should be halfway to Tahiti by now, but he's not.
He's still here, tying up loose ends.
That includes you.
Hmm.
You're wasted here.
With your talents, you could do what I do.
What? Go broke and get arrested for international arms dealing?
Hmm. Touché.
Look, we want Pérez. You can deliver him.
Shall we get down to the negotiation, then?
You are not avoiding prison.
Three men are already dead because of your submarine.
I intend to pay my debt to society,
just not here in the U.S.
If I help you find Pérez, you hand me over to Interpol.
Yeah, they got first dibs anyway.
All right, what's the play?
You bring me my phone
and that cappuccino I've been asking for,
I, uh, set up a meeting with Pérez.
What, he's just gonna agree to meet you?
He tried to kill me at a distance once
and, uh, it didn't work.
He'll want to make sure he gets the job done right.
So please make sure he fails.
Jorge, my friend. Where are you?
Arriving now.
I got a dark sedan approaching our subject.
This cloak and dagger
is a bit too much, don't you think?
I'm a wanted man.
And you were detained by NCIS.
How did you get out of that one?
Oh, you should know me by now. I'm a survivor.
They had nothing on me.
But they're very much interested in finding you.
Sebastian, do you have a visual inside that car?
Can we confirm Pérez is in it?
Negative. Windows are tinted.
You didn't turn me in?
Bella, if I did, neither of us would get any money.
I got us an even better deal.
You're willing to put bygones aside for a bigger score?
Water under the bridge.
Okay, interesting. Come to the car.
We'll work it all out.
All right.
Move now.
NCIS. Hands in the air.
I'm just an Uber driver. I'm here for Nico.
- It's not him. - Nico, what the hell did you do?
No hard feelings. Just business.
I understand completely.
Nothing personal. Just busin... aah!
Suspect down.
You shot me.
Doesn't feel very good, does it?
- I'm bleeding. - Hey, don't worry.
We're gonna fix you up like new.
Yeah. Just as soon as you tell us where that sub is heading.
This operation was completed at 0700.
Depth charges forced the vessel to the surface,
after which Coast Guard MSRT took custody of seven crew.
All active members of FARC. No casualties.
And the sub?
- Currently under my command. - That's good work, Captain.
Couldn't have done it without you, Special Agent Pride.
Yeah, well, to be fair, my team took point on this one.
Well, then, tell your team the U.S. Navy owes them one.
I'll pass that on.
As promised, Interpol's here
to take you into custody.
I appreciate you keeping your end of the bargain,
but I will miss our chats.
That makes one of us.
Love that sense of humor.
Last chance to stick with the U.S. justice system on this one.
Yeah, you helped stop a deadly weapon
from falling into enemy hands.
Pretty sure the U.S. attorney would take that into consideration.
Yeah, can't promise the prosecutors
at The Hague won't do the same.
Life, it is like business.
You take the big risk, you get big reward.
Either way, I'm sure our paths will cross again.
Oh, and since you're such a nice guy, Agent Carter,
I'll see what I can do about getting you that Ferrari, huh?
He...
he's kidding.
Hey, Nico.
Tell them you're kidding.
Nico!
Uh, before we get started,
I wanted to let you all know
this is going to be my last meeting.
I am stepping down from the commission.
I can't allow that, Owen.
Now, it's come to my attention that...
a parishioner of mine
was behind the despicable threats against Ms. Briggs.
What's that got to do with you?
W-Without realizing it, I must have mentioned
some of our discussions around the cash bail system.
Now, I'd never intentionally do anything to hurt this group...
but I have hurt you nonetheless.
Everyone makes mistakes.
And everyone must pay for 'em.
Now, look, it is only right
that I step aside and let you all continue
the work without the distraction.
Like hell you are.
If Allie can forgive you, so can the rest of us.
Let's all just agree to keep our mouths shut from now on.
Eyes on the prize.
Yes, please.
- Join us. - All right.
Thank you.
And agree that the most important thing
is to support each other,
focus on the work.
And with that in mind,
I am happy... although, I have to admit,
a bit surprised... to say that we have agreed...
we have agreed, yes?
- Yes. Yes. - Yes, we have. Yes, we have.
Okay.
To make Allie's proposal to reform the cash bail system
as our first recommendation to the mayor of New Orleans.
That is fantastic.
- Yes, it is. - With a few adjustments.
What kind of adjustments?
Oh, come on. Take the "W."
It's a fair question, Dennis.
You haven't even read the document yet.
Heard you saved the commission from a complete catastrophe.
And even accomplished a first step.
I'm impressed.
I'm exhausted.
It's just been one week.
Satisfying, though, right?
Eh, I got to admit it is.
Yeah. I've been told to avoid satisfaction
in my extracurricular activity for the time being.
Can't imagine that's actually what the therapist is saying.
That's what he said.
Stay away from the clinic, from helping people.
Said it's a trigger.
Huh. Well, the clinic could be a trigger.
But there are other ways that you could help.
What if you joined the commission?
As what?
My right hand.
I-I need help. Another adult.
You're serious?
I may have already spoken to the mayor about it.
Well, I'll think about it.
Son of a bitch.
Well, hello to you, too, Quentin.
Oh, hey. Sorry.
Take a look at this.
Nico's in Montenegro?
Yeah, a non-extradition country.
No wonder he wanted to be handed off to Interpol.
Take it he's got a friend there?
I'm willing to bet Nico's got friends everywhere.
Hey, what do you think of her?
I think that you already have a girlfriend.
She's not for me, she's for you. She's totally your type.
Okay.
Listen, hey.
I'm sorry about the whole third wheel thing.
That was super uncool. I get it.
It's totally my fault.
I haven't been spending alone time with you
like we usually do.
I've been focusing all my attention on Kara. It's...
No, and-and, look... and I love that you love her.
You know? It's just...
- What? - You're my best friend, you know?
I don't want to lose you.
You're never gonna lose me.
I'm stuck to you like glue, baby.
That's it.
Well, I don't... You could move out, though.
I-I mean, yeah, I, I might move out, eventually.
Yeah. I just got to get used to that.
But we're still gonna grow old together.
Just separately.
Oh, we could live next-door to each other.
- Ooh, the next door's good. - Or down the block.
Down the block would be cool.
- Maybe in the same building. - Same building,
I think, is a good compromise.
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