Damn. Yo, it's hot as hell in here.
Got a roll of duct tape
for anyone else who wants to lodge a complaint.
Can they do that?
They can do whatever they want.
Yo, where the court at?
We should be there by now.
Not sure we're gonna make it today.
What's that supposed to mean?
What is that, a deer?
Must have got hit by a car.
You think?
Grab the other end, we'll drag it off to the side.
Don't get paid enough for this crap.
You move, you die.
Looks like my ride just showed up.
? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?
? Bang, bang, bang, bang ?
? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?
? How, how, how, how ?
? Hey, hey ?
? You got to come on. ?
How you doing?
Sir.
Gregorio.
Hey. Lot of angry drivers
being told to turn around back at U.S. 11.
Yeah, it's gonna be a while.
Transport was heading to court with the six prisoners
when they made an escape.
How'd they pull it off?
Two masked men with AR-15s,
plus an assist from a dead deer in the road.
- So you're saying the buck stopped here? - Hmm.
What else do we know?
Guards were disarmed, bound on the ground.
Only thing they came up with
were four of the prisoners took off in a black Expedition,
the other two ran off on foot.
What's NCIS doing here?
Abel Brooks is why we're here.
- From Real Americans Corps? - Yeah.
White supremacist, gun enthusiast,
all-around malevolent bad guy.
He's one of the escapees.
The marshals called when they found out Sebastian
was undercover with the RAC last year.
Thought I might have some insight
in how to track Brooks down.
The RAC murdered two sailors
and tried to kill dozens more.
The organization's trying to rebuild,
that'll be a threat to the Navy.
Yeah. Let's start digging in
to whatever Brooks has been up to
since his incarceration.
As well as any renewed contacts with the RAC
Any luck, they'll lead us right to him.
Mmm.
- Right? - There's, like, a richness to it.
It's almost buttery.
- That's the oil from the plant. - Mmm.
Am I tasting chocolate?
- Ethiopian mocha, the bean. - Mm-hmm.
That's amazing, Carter.
American baristas typically brew
with South American arabica beans,
But there are different varieties
all around the world.
Good coffee is just as diverse as wine.
Try this.
Same bean, processed differently.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
I mean, if you want to get the full spectrum,
truly get to know your coffee.
Ristretto.
Extracted from the same bean
but with half the water.
It's lighter, but sweeter, too.
No?
What are you doing...
Ow! Ow. What was that about?
Sneaking up on me. You know I hate it.
Oh, what, so I can't sneak up on you,
but it's okay for you to spy on them?
Well, look.
It's, like, flirting central in there.
And I'm not spying.
That's not what I see. I don't see flirting.
- What do you see? - I see two fancy people
bonding over fancy coffee. It's nothing.
You'd be a terrible profiler.
Yeah, I know.
Come on, I want to show you something.
So, six escaped prisoners,
three of which have no ties to the community whatsoever.
They couldn't even post bail pretrial.
The other two were about to be released.
Which leaves Abel Brooks the break's likely target.
Do you think the RAC's trying to get the band back together?
That is what I was thinking, but then I followed up
with all the members from last year's operation,
and they're all either dead
or they're still in prison.
I mean, we shut those dudes down.
Well, someone helped Abel Brooks escape.
And it was organized. Question is, what's their play?
Well, if it was me, it would be to get as far away
from here as possible.
That's weird.
Case weird or Sebastian weird?
Well, my realtor sent me listings
that I didn't ask for.
Oh?
Yeah. Uh...
Oh, did you ask for these?
Um...
Yeah.
I-I got to say, I'm-I'm a little surprised.
I-I... Obviously, I like where your head's at.
Let me explain, baby.
- It's a... - I... No, I mean, we need more space.
You're right. I mean, our unit is expanding.
Right? You, me, Kara's hanging out with us more and more.
- And that's why I was thinking... - Yeah, and-and look at these places, too.
I mean, the square footage is more than enough for all three of us.
Wait, what?
I mean, it's unconventional, but...
I guess i-it makes sense.
We kind of pool our resources,
get more bang for our buck.
- Mm. - Yeah, I could totally be down with this.
NCIS.
Oh, that's great news, Pride. Thanks.
NOPD found the fugitives' black Expedition.
- Cool. - Yeah.
Definitely got a four-bedroom, right?
'Cause I need a game room.
Dwayne.
Thanks for calling, Mitch.
You know, uh, Special Agents Gregorio and Lund?
- How you doing? - Hey.
Fugitives are over here.
Caught them after they ran from the cops and crashed.
Meet your Three Stooges:
Larry, Curly and Moe.
Fun fact:
Larry has syphilis.
What the hell?
I'm not Larry, I'm Eddie. Eddie Oberman.
He's the one who was chained to your runner.
Yo. This is all
a big misunderstanding.
So you're saying
- you didn't escape the prison bus - Get him up.
And make a run for it?
Only 'cause I was forced.
Want to tell us what happened?
I'm minding my own business.
Suddenly, two gunmen take out the guards.
I had nothing to do with it.
Didn't wait around for the authorities to sort it out?
They stuck two guns in my face
and I was chained to Brooks. I didn't get a choice.
Yeah, where's Brooks now?
No idea. He ditched us.
You ever get a look at the gunmen?
Had masks on the whole time.
How convenient.
Look,
I'm not trying to get jammed up.
I got eight months left on my sentence.
And yet, you ran from the cops.
You'll be doing a lot more time than that unless you tell us
- something useful. - Like what?
Brooks is the one they busted out.
I guess that makes them friends.
The rest of us was just along for the ride.
What happened to you after you they
loaded you into the SUV?
They drove us to a hood,
unchained us with the keys they took from the guards.
Brooks' boys had a change of clothes for him.
And then they just gave us the SUV and told us
to drive away from New Orleans.
What?
They went the other direction.
I-In another car?
I didn't see no car.
Maybe they had one waiting somewhere.
They headed towards New Orleans?
That doesn't make sense.
Brooks should be on his way to Mexico.
I overheard he said he had some unfinished business.
What kind of business?
Something about the snitch who got him
thrown into prison in the first place.
Called him a pig bastard.
No offense.
I kind of feel like I'm the snitch pig bastard.
You think you did something smart here,
little man, chaining me up?
I think I arrested a criminal.
And signed your own death warrant.
Are you threatening a federal agent right now?
Reckoning is coming.
Every traitor to the cause will be shot like an animal
- and dragged through the streets. - Wow.
It is gonna be a little hard to do that
when you're rotting in prison, right?
You pig bastard!
I'm-a kill you, you piece of...
Abel Brooks after his arrest.
I think he took it pretty well.
It really seems like Sebastian's
his unfinished business since he escaped prison.
Ooh, killing a cop would rain fire on his head.
You sure Brooks wants that kind of heat?
Be a feather in his cap, though. No offense, baby.
We got every law enforcement agency in the Southeast
looking for him. You really think he'd take that risk?
You're assuming he's a rational actor, and he's not.
He's driven by anger,
fed conspiracy theories and ideology.
Brooks was second-in-command at the RAC
under Commander Jim Keene.
The muscle.
Can't put anything past him.
Yeah, he was willing to do all the dirty work,
no questions asked.
Which is why I'm putting you into protective custody.
Wait, what? You're gonna bench me?
There's a target on your back, sweetheart.
It's the smart move.
Yeah, I'm also the only one who knows this guy.
I mean, I'm our best chance to even find him.
And you can do that from a safe house.
With Carter watching you.
What, y-you want me to babysit?
Well, you don't have to sound
so bummed about it.
I made arrangements
for you to take one of the off-base units
near Belle Chasse.
You're leaving now.
All right, Sebastian.
- Let's go. - Okay.
- All right, yeah. - It's okay.
Guess we'll get to know each other better.
- Bye, pumpkin. - See you.
Let's try and get a bead on
the gunmen who helped Brooks escape.
Knowing who he's with might give us a better idea
of where they may be.
Well, Patton's tracing the timeline
leading to the bus attack,
seeing if there's any anomalies to the routine.
The gunmen knew all the routes
and where to spring the traps.
We might be dealing with an inside job.
Yeah, good. Let's follow that theory.
Detective Drummond has patrol
canvassing the residential area
where Brooks and the gunmen got out of the SUV
and started walking.
I'm gonna head there, see if I can give them a hand.
Damn it.
What's wrong?
This brewing thingy won't do what it's supposed to do.
Move.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You're worried about Sebastian,
but don't be, he's okay.
Yeah, I know. We'll get Brooks and...
- Sebastian will come home. - But?
But I'll feel guiltier than I already do about him.
Why guilty?
Because I'm thinking of moving in with Kara.
Oh.
Wow, that is a really big step.
Yeah, and it's really hard for me to commit to,
especially considering Sebastian.
Been looking at all these real estate listings
and the broker sent them to me and Sebastian.
He gets the wrong idea and he thinks
we're all moving in together.
That's a really weird wrong idea.
I know, but it actually makes Sebastian sense.
So clear it up.
Like how? "Hey, baby, I know you got a target on your back,
but I'm leaving you to shack up with my girlfriend"?
Okay, why don't you wait until after we apprehend
the psycho white supremacist.
He's an adult.
He can handle an adult conversation.
- You're right. - Yeah.
What about you?
I don't think it's right for me to move in with you and Kara.
Especially since you've got
such an active social life these days.
You and Carter starting a coffee club?
Oh, please.
No, we just both have a fine appreciation for...
Fine aromatics?
Okay.
Hey, ladies, I got a lead for you.
- I'm on to you. - Let's focus on the job.
Okay, I just deep-dived everything
involving our prisoner's transport.
Schedule, procedures, et cetera.
Now, these are the approved routes
from the prison to the courthouse.
They have multiple routes?
They like to mix it up to protect against
what happened this morning.
The less predictable, the harder to target. What happened?
Dispatcher changed the route at the last minute from this
to this.
That's not even the alternate approved route.
- Why the detour? - Dispatcher log said
it was due to traffic conditions and road closures,
except there weren't any.
Inside job.
Who is the prison's transportation dispatcher?
Guy named John Sawyer.
Let's bring him in.
This is bleak.
What? No, it's cozy.
- Cozy? - Yeah. That's what I call it.
Call it what you want, but I'm not sharing the bed.
Actually, I had a thought about that...
I feel like I should get the bed since I'm the V.I.T.
- The what? - V... uh, V.I.T. Very important target.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Man, no one knows Abel Brooks better than me,
and I'm sidelined right now.
I should be out in the field.
Yeah, so should I, but I'm not.
We could pout about it,
or we could search Brooks' prison boxes for clues
about how he got out.
Ah, Mein Kampf,
Anarchist's Cookbook.
This guy must be
fun at parties. What do you got?
Eh, not much... Drawings, pencil lead,
sunglasses.
I mean, this is mostly junk.
Let me see these.
Yeah.
Doesn't look like these are gonna be blocking any UV rays.
Toiletries, half-eaten snacks.
Here we go. Letters.
Okay.
"Dearest love, crisp weather, in the sun,
swings of children laughing.
Airport, grab a dog's luggage yesterday during the night."
That is some bad verse.
- Who sent that? - A Suzie Warner.
- No return address. - Can I see it?
Yeah.
Wait a minute.
It's written in code.
Put the, uh, sunglasses on
and certain words and phrases stick out.
What's it say?
Uh, dates, times.
Plans for the escape.
Nice. See, Slim...
Sometimes the guy riding the bench
turns out to be the MVP.
Sports metaphor.
I know it's a sports metaphor. I'm not...
Just... keep reading.
Not sure why I got to be here on my day off.
I followed procedure, rerouted the transport.
Because of road closures and traffic conditions.
- It's all in the logs. - Only your logs are bogus.
There's no road closures or traffic conditions.
Which makes us think you were in on the Abel Brooks escape.
So you're gonna put the blame on me?
I had nothing to do with it.
I was just following the new procedure.
What new procedure?
If you don't know it, that means you're not cleared,
and I can't say. Top secret.
New bus route procedures are top secret?
Comes directly from Homeland Security.
All right, stop, John.
We're done playing footsie. Either you start talking
or we're putting you on the next transport
to Angola, and that one will be on time.
Look, I'm telling you, we were testing
a pilot program at DHS,
checking for weaknesses in our routes.
Agent instructed me to be prepared
to adjust them on the fly.
Who was your contact at DHS?
Suzie Warner.
Special agent in charge of prison coordination.
She'll vouch for me.
She had you rerouting the buses?
- And changing the logs. - For how long?
Last few weeks. She'll call. I give her my clearance code,
she'll give me the new route.
Did you ever meet this Special Agent Suzie Warner?
She's in D.C., did everything by phone.
She played you.
Look, I'm not an idiot.
I got DHS paperwork
and everything.
She even sent me a cash bonus for my help.
We're gonna need that paperwork.
And the cash.
Can't believe we haven't gotten any news
on the Brooks front.
Sure we have. Hannah says they got a lead.
Looks like the RAC tricked the prison dispatcher
into rerouting the bus.
Woman pretending to be DHS. Give 'em points for creativity.
All right, so now we have, uh, two masked gunmen
and a mystery woman now?
Maybe the RAC is reorganizing after all.
You know, I read your reports from when you were undercover
inside the RAC. You did good work.
Must have been a thrill.
Oh, yeah, it was a blast, you know.
If by "thrill" you mean utterly terrifying.
Surrounded by people who would kill you
if they knew you were a cop.
Uh, a little bit that part.
No, the scary thing was...
just how normal they seemed.
- Normal? - Well, yeah.
I mean, sometimes, you know.
Uh, playing video games,
missing their girlfriends and kids,
swapping chili recipes.
You know, it could have easily been you or me.
Minus the violent, radical racism.
Sure.
It almost made it worse.
I actually liked some of them sometimes.
Found it easy to fit in, and,
I don't know, it made me wonder
how far off I was from just...
being one of them.
I think it takes a little bit more
than a chili recipe.
Yeah, yeah, but you know...
if things had been different, you know, if I...
listened to the wrong people,
took a couple wrong turns, I don't know.
Look, it's a fine line, all right, but most of us manage
to stay on the right side of it.
And I admire what you sacrificed to take 'em down.
I just...
Are we bonding right now? Is that...
- Maybe. - Yeah.
This is great.
It's kind of bittersweet, though, you know, considering
you won't be with us for much longer.
What do you mean?
Well, that's your pattern, isn't it? You-you
work somewhere for a year, maybe 18 months,
and then you move on, you know, like a cowboy
or Mary Poppins.
Look, I don't have a pattern.
All I'm saying is-is that past behavior is a great predictor
for future conduct, right?
So your past behavior, i.e. your pattern,
tells us that you're about to pull up stakes.
Wh...
Pride?
NOPD found a stolen car with prints matching Abel Brooks
outside the home of an elderly couple.
Officers heard something inside,
but according to Detective Drummond,
no one answered the door.
You need backup?
No, NOPD's here
and the Fugitive Task Force.
Stay with Sebastian. I'll, uh, call you
once we get Brooks in custody.
Copy that.
Dwayne. What do we got?
Just got our warrant. We're taking a peek inside now.
Well, we got movement.
It could be a person hiding.
Could be a dog.
Only one way to find out.
Police! Search warrant!
This is where the thermal image came from.
NOPD! Show us your hands!
Well, the vehicle's missing.
We put a BOLO out on it. EMS will probably
bring them to the hospital, just to be safe.
Great. Thanks, Mitch.
Pretty traumatic event, folks.
How you two holding up?
I got my bell rung today, that's for sure.
Can you tell me anything that happened
after they were inside?
Well, they just tied us up and shoved us in the closet.
Told us if we tried to get out, they'd kill us.
And that's the last we saw.
But they were here for a bit.
- Did you hear anything after that? - Some.
They said something about a-a stash.
- "Let's get the stash." - Anything else?
One of them mentioned going to the pit.
Kept saying it.
No idea what it meant.
- The pit? - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
That's a big help.
The pit.
Pit.
It's not much to go on. The pit.
Don't remember anyone at the RAC ever
talking about anything called the pit.
Maybe it's, like, uh,
underground. You know?
Or, like, a nickname for a clubhouse.
I bet you whatever the stash is,
it's hidden at the pit.
Are you gonna participate here,
or is this just gonna be me saying the word "pit"
a thousand times?
Okay. Brad Pitt.
Pit stop.
Uh, pitiful.
Pit bull.
- Pittsburgh! - You know, I want to be real clear
about the fact that I never just pulled up stakes
and left an assignment.
So we're not gonna solve
- the missing fugitive case here? - I made sure
all my open cases were closed,
and everything was better when I left.
Okay.
Still left.
Well, did you ever stop to think there may have
been no reason for me to stay?
I didn't actually think about it at all.
But it sounds like you want to stay with us,
and I think that's super cool.
I didn't say that.
So you are leaving.
Look, come on, we got a case to work.
Yeah, okay, let's work it, then.
Look, I don't have to justify my life choices
to you or anybody else.
- Right. - I'm enjoying New Orleans.
As of right now, I have no plans to leave.
Okay, love it. No plans, noncommittal.
It's great. Fits the profile.
What profile?
It's the, uh, the one that Tammy
made up for you after she was quarantined with you.
It's unbelievable.
Well, look, she's a former profiler, you know?
She's done it to all of us. It's fine.
Plus, I should say, given what I've observed,
I think it's been fairly accurate.
Fear of rejection is what drives your wandering.
It's a-a defense mechanism, uh,
designed to quell a deep-seated fear that you're unlovable.
- Is that all of it? - No.
Your preoccupation with dressing well and fancy habits...
It's a classic manifestation
of an insecurity forged in a childhood
where you were worried that your authentic self
would never get you the love you craved.
Okay, enough.
I'm eating in the bathroom.
Are you offended right now?
Hey, you know you got my lunch in there, too, ri...
Okay, I think he knows.
Checked in with the forensic techs filling in for Sebastian.
They find anything?
Well, they pulled a partial print off
the coded Suzie letters Abel Brooks received in prison.
There's no match.
How about the cash our dispatcher got
for changing the bus route?
There's no useable print
and there's way too much DNA.
Well, that's odd, considering how little
money circulates these days.
They're working on narrowing the samples down,
but it's like lifting
individual layers of paint off an old house.
And none of those techs are like Sebastian, so...
I won't hold my breath.
Okay.
- I'll see you later. - Okay.
The fugitives were careful inside the old couple's home,
but they definitely cleaned up the bathroom.
Do you think we can get any biologicals?
Yo.
Sebastian, what do you think?
I think I broke Carter.
What, b-broke him?
What are you talking about?
Nothing, it's silly. Um,
yeah, have the, uh, have the forensic team
pull the pipes out and maybe they can
find some hair or skin samples.
Yeah, yeah, I will,
but what happened with Carter?
Oh, it's...
nothing, really. I just...
I might have told him about your profile,
you know, got his nose all out of joint.
Well, of course it did.
- Well, none of us got upset. - Are you kidding?
You wouldn't touch a doorknob for a week after I told you
the OCD thing was a defense mechanism
to make up for your fear of physical exertion.
That was to prove a point.
You know what, I don't need this right now.
Now I have to clean up your mess.
My me... It's your profile!
We'll get into it later. Didn't you say
you want to tell me something about the case?
Yeah, actually, so, um, I was going through the logs
of when I was undercover with the RAC,
and it turns out that Brooks did mention the pit.
Told a couple of his guys
that he was gonna go there to pick up some supplies.
Okay. Is that it?
No. Well, you know, we were staying
out at that swamp house in the boonies,
and when Brooks left and came back,
it took him about an hour and a half.
You think it's enough for a geo-profile?
Uh, I hope so. I'm cross-calculating it
with locations that could be about 45 minutes away
from the swamp house.
It would also be someplace isolated.
A protected hiding place.
Yeah. Let's see, we got, uh,
commercial area,
residential, privately owned.
Here's something.
Down I-90.
By Bayou Savage.
Isn't that where the old fort is?
Yeah, and it's abandoned.
I'm up on the south fort wall.
Gonna head east.
Where are you and Hannah?
East side tunnel, moving south.
Copy that.
If this is
a wild goose chase, Sebastian's a dead man.
He's a dead man anyway.
Uh, what happened to "I feel guilty
about abandoning Sebastian"?
Sebastian happened.
He told Carter I profiled him.
I can't imagine that went over very well.
I couldn't even look at you when you did that to me.
Really? Because you said it was "so cool."
Oh, yeah, sure. Everybody loves having
their personalities boiled down to a list
of weaknesses and flaws.
Didn't stop you from being curious
about Carter's profile.
Okay, well, I thought that was funny.
Anyway, you were wrong about him.
- You were off the mark with him. - How so?
Look, he's not detached.
He may seem aloof, but he's reserved.
Well, you say reserved, I say aloof.
Either way, it's the armor that he wears.
But by all means, tell me more, Agent Lovestruck.
Oh, co...
Ladies, found something.
East side, end of tunnel.
You found the pit?
More than that.
I found Abel Brooks.
Two masked suspects coordinate a sophisticated plan
to get Abel Brooks out of prison,
just to kill him the next day. Why?
Brooks is the highest-ranking member of the RAC.
Probably the only one who knew where that pit was.
So they break Brooks out,
let him lead them to the pit,
kill him and take whatever's stashed there?
That's the most likely theory.
But how does it help us find our suspects?
You know, it's hard to believe
they were even members of the RAC.
This is a brotherhood based on
deep racial ideological affinity,
no matter how disgusting.
So, someone from Brooks' past,
someone that he trusted enough to help him with the break.
Give my girl a gold star.
You get something from the partial print
- off Brooks' Suzie letter? - Come on, Pride.
You know I'm good.
I narrowed it down
to 319 names out of the database.
I cross-referenced it
with the surveillance footage
of the folks who met with Brooks at the RAC.
I used facial recognition, and poof...
Lucy Jacobson.
They met in high school.
They dated off and on for years.
Not much of an employment record.
She's in and out of low-paying jobs
when she's not doing time for minor drug offenses.
She lives with her mama.
She ever associate with the RAC?
Not that I could find.
But she did keep in touch with Brooks
before he was arrested.
You thinking she might be one of our masked accomplices?
I can't say that.
But I did get a sample of Lucy's voice
from her social media, and I played it
- for the prison dispatcher. - Let me guess...
he recognized her voice as fake DHS agent Suzie Warner.
Got a location on Lucy?
She hasn't been at her mom's in a week.
Then put out a BOLO.
It would make sense that Lucy
would help break her boyfriend out of prison,
but would she kill him after?
Depends on who the other suspect is,
and if she was in on the killing or coerced.
Could be the next to die.
So is the target still on Sebastian's back
if the prison break was all about
grabbing the stash?
It's too soon to tell.
We don't even know what the stash is.
Sebastian stays in the safe house
until we can track these suspects down.
Who is the other suspect?
The brains of the operation, is my guess.
Someone smart enough to create the plan.
Driven, capable and deadly.
This doesn't make any sense.
Brooks is dead. He's the one that wanted
to kill me. We should be back out in the field.
Well, there's no guarantee the other two
aren't gunning for you, too.
Why?
Well, you are kind of annoying.
Okay, but seriously.
The whole team took out the RAC.
Hannah shot Jim Keene.
Yeah, well, you're the one
who infiltrated their ranks.
You're the traitor, as far as they're concerned.
Yeah, but there's no "they" left.
We can't confirm that. Until we do,
you're under my protection.
Oh, yeah, does that mean you're gonna take a bullet for me?
Hmm. I haven't decided yet.
Hey, listen.
I shouldn't have said anything
about that profile. That was stupid.
I'm-I'm really sorry.
Look, the problem isn't that you told me.
The problem is that it exists.
Tammy assumes the worst about me...
That everything about my personality has
a negative justification.
That's not entirely on her. I might have shaded that a bit.
Hmm.
All right, look.
Lots of people like nice clothes.
Just not you.
A lot of people like to...
switch things up, move around.
Well, lots of people also like to put down roots.
You mean like you?
Married with a white picket fence,
2.2 kids and a dog?
W-What's that supposed to mean?
It means it's not exactly well-adjusted to put down roots
by house hunting for yourself,
your roommate and her girlfriend.
- That was Tammy's idea. - Was it?
Or was it all just based on a misunderstanding?
What misunderstanding?
The realtor wasn't supposed
to send you the listings.
Okay, hey.
It was just for Gregorio.
She doesn't want to live with you anymore, Sebastian.
That makes a lot more sense.
Well, how did you even know about this?
Oh, Hannah told you.
See?
This is why I like to keep things professional.
Way less complicated.
What do we know, Loretta?
Bullets lodged in the skull are sometimes
extremely stubborn.
Ah. That's more like it.
It's a 9mm. I'll get those to the forensic techs.
Oh, hey, did they have any luck with DNA
- from the payoff cash? - Mm-hmm.
With Sebastian's guidance, they got a clean sample
that happens to be
a familial match.
To Abel Brooks?
No, Dwayne. To Jim Keene.
Former Commander of the RAC?
Who's the DNA belong to?
Roland McCann. That's Keene's half-brother
through their mother.
And Roland is just as violent as Keene was.
Assault.
Armed robbery. Attempted murder.
Oh, so, less ideology than his half brother,
but he holds membership
in the largest Neo-Nazi
prison gang in Louisiana.
And he hasn't reported to his parole officer in weeks.
Well, it makes sense that
he planned the prison break.
Question now is is he still after Sebastian
or is he on the run?
Highway Patrol found Lucy Jacobson.
Chef Highway. They pulled her over.
She's with a man.
- Could be Roland. - Yep.
I'm on my way to find out.
Sebastian's asking if I still want to house hunt with him.
Says he doesn't want to get in between me and Kara.
Oh, that's great.
It's awful.
It's exactly what you wanted.
I know.
Wait a minute.
What's Sebastian playing here?
Maybe he's not playing.
Maybe... uh, and I know this is wild...
Maybe he knows that you're ready to move on.
He's trying to be a good friend.
Nah. He's got an angle.
Just tell him the truth.
Yeah, it's not something I want to do over text
or the phone.
Okay, go tell him, face-to-face.
- Right now? - Yeah.
State police have our two suspects.
Might as well get this over with. I'll cover here.
All right, maybe I'll bring the boys some food.
Yeah.
They're probably sick of eating turkey sandwiches, right?
All right.
Like they say, eating weakens the blow of bad news.
Who says that?
Gregorios.
Mitch. You made good time.
We got IDs on our suspects?
Lucy Jacobson is the one with the weapon.
Can't get a clear view of the man.
Could be Roland McCann.
That's our main person of interest.
Look, let's try and get them out of here alive tonight, okay?
Easier said than done. She's not cooperating.
Let me talk to her?
Get him a vest.
Ah, thanks.
Lucy.
My name's Dwayne Pride,
and I'm a federal agent.
Gonna work this out with you.
You want to work it out,
you let us go on our way.
Now, you're smart enough to know
that's not gonna happen.
But there's a way out.
And it begins by you taking your finger off that trigger.
And then we start talking.
Let's start with what happened
to Abel Brooks.
Your boyfriend, right?
There you go.
Nice and easy.
You helped him escape.
Yeah. With Roland.
But I didn't know Roland was gonna kill him.
And I was just trying to help.
Why'd Roland do it?
It all happened real fast.
We were at the pit, it was a bunch of money
and Abel said we were gonna split it.
And then...
and then Roland killed him.
It was never about the money for him.
He just wanted revenge for his brother's death.
Said it was Abel's fault.
I was real afraid he was gonna kill me, too.
Well, you don't have to be afraid anymore, Lucy.
Okay?
Just take a couple steps away from the truck.
Nice and slow.
Real slow.
That's it.
I'm gonna take the gun now.
All right?
Now we're gonna get Roland out of that truck, all right?
That ain't Roland.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who's in the truck?
- Bob. - Bob?
I ran after Roland killed Abel and he pulled over for me.
You carjacked him?
Move in.
Roland gave me all the money.
I was just trying to get away.
Not our guy.
Lucy.
Where the hell is Roland?
I don't know.
And I don't want to.
Ooh, I got all your faves from Dooky Chase.
Fried chicken?
That's right.
Uh, red beans and rice?
Yes, baby.
How about that hot sausage thing
that gives me heartburn but it's totally worth it?
Sebastian, stop. I said I got it all.
Oh, thank God, you're the best.
Carter's idea of a good meal is just
warmed-up turkey and cheese.
Yeah, well, you've been such a champ
with this whole safe house thing
I thought maybe you could catch a break.
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you?
In a...
real friend kind of way?
And I love to hear that, but, um,
I got a little problem right now.
I'm being followed, and whoever it is is speeding up.
All right, T, we're on our way to you,
- we just need your location. - Considering this guy
is probably gunning for you, Sebastian,
that's probably not the best idea.
Not sure that I care.
We're not gonna leave you hanging.
Now, just tell me where you are.
Terry Parkway.
Trying to get this guy as far away as I can.
I don't want any innocent bystanders
getting in the middle of what happens next.
What's gonna happen next is you're gonna take
Terry Parkway to Industry Canal, next to the barge.
All right? Cavalry will be there.
Okay. Don't be late.
Promise.
Guys. I don't have a visual of the follow car.
It's possible I lost him, but I don't think so.
What's your ETA?
Guys?
No.
Ah. I'm-a make this real simple, cop.
You're gonna tell me where I can find the race traitor
who killed my brother
or I'm gonna kill you.
Looks like I got my answer.
I wasn't late.
No. But you cut it awful close.
I wasn't driving.
Mmm.Mmm.
- Oh, my God. You got to try these grits. - So good.
- Have you tried these grits? - Mm-mmm.
Come here. Come here.
Mmm! You guys, there's literally, like,
glass in those boxes.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Yeah, plus, Carter can't make a meal to save his life.
It's my job to protect you,
not to feed you.
Mmm.
Ugh, I can't watch this anymore.
I'm going to Pride's bar if anyone wants to join.
All right, hold on, I'm gonna go with you.
Uh, you can come or you can eat,
But you definitely can't chew that crap in my ear all night.
But there's so much left to...
- Bye. - See you later, Sebastian.
Bye.
Hey.
Mm?
- You want some? - U-Uh, no.
I prefer my food without glass in it.
Okay. Fair enough.
You gonna go to the bar?
I don't know.
You?
Got paperwork to file.
Oh.
I can help.
I'm assuming you're still riding a Dooky's bliss wave.
If that's what you want to call it, yeah.
Good, 'cause I got to tell you something.
Oh. No, you don't.
Yeah, I do. Nah, nah, it's all right.
You're trying to find a house for you and Kara.
And the listings that got sent to me were a mistake.
How does that make you feel?
Okay.
- Really? - Yeah.
You know, we talked about this, uh, we're not gonna be able
to be roommates forever.
That's not really a thing.
- It's not. - No.
Maybe someday, though.
What do you mean?
I mean, in the future, uh, when you're old and gross
and Kara is completely over all of your annoying habits,
then you're gonna realize that I was the greatest roommate
that you ever had in your life
and you're gonna come crawling back.
And then maybe on that day,
I may take you back.
I hope so.
I can't make any promises.
You know? I might have kids.
Those two are thick as thieves.
Where are the others?
- Hannah and Carter? - Mm-hmm.
- I don't know. Working, I guess. - Hmm.
You say working, I say... Well...
You say what?
Oh, come on, Dwayne Pride.
You've seen how they are with each other.
You're too busy blissing out
on your engagement to Rita.
You think Hannah and Carter...
I don't think it.
It exists.
? I need a break ?
? From my troubling ways... ?
- Aw. - Ooh.
So, what do you think?
Head to the bar?
You want to go?
What, and hang with the same four people
we hang with every day?
Do you have another idea?
? Who could love me the way that I am... ?
Yeah.
You and I could grab a drink.
Just us?
What? Unprecedented?
I'm intrigued.
? Modern-day dame... ?
What would we do at this drink
that we wouldn't do at Pride's bar?
Oh,
I'm sure we could think of something.
? Baggage-free, modern-day dame... ?
I guess I'm a little thirsty.
? Ain't no body the same. ?
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