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Human smuggling
is a federal offense, Julio.

I am a fisherman.

Oh, well that explains
why you dumped these guys

in the water like
they were chum.

We confiscated
your boat.

It's really schmancy.

Where'd you get a
boat like that, huh?

No, I'd like to know--
who's your supplier?

You got any
names for me?

Tus cómplices en
Los Estados Unidos.

Nombres, por favor.

Your Spanish
is incredible.

Where did you learn?

Miss Tawney's AP Spanish class,

Chaminade Julienne High School,
Dayton, Ohio.

All hands, report to stations.

Report to stations.

What do you got,
Lieutenant?

I got an unidentified vessel
off the starboard side

refusing to respond.

Boarding team,
prepare to intercept.

You toss me
your jacket?

All right.

Thanks.

Special Agent Borin,
what are you doing?

I've been on this
boat two weeks,

interrogating smugglers
and drug runners.

A lot of chitchat
and little action.

Girl's got to
have some fun.

♪ ♪

U.S. Coast Guard,
hands where I can see them!

New Orleans 1x12 ♪
The Abyss
Original Air Date on January 13, 2015

Nothing fun about murder.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Detective Simms?

It's Chris Lasalle
from New Orleans.

Yeah, we talked last week
about that individual.

Yeah, his name popped
at the Merrick hotel.

Of course you know it.

If you could check that out,
you'd be doing me a solid.

Appreciate it.
Morning.

You here all night?

Yeah.

Any luck?
Not sure, yet.

You getting somewhere on the search?
Maybe.

If something pans out,
I'll let both of you know.

Okay.

Till then...

CGIS has called in an assist.

Coast Guard, huh?

Does that mean...?

It most certainly does.

Pride,

Lasalle, great
to see you again.

Hey, Abigail.

Great to see you, too.

Well, Lasalle,
how you been, man?

Agent Brody, CGIS
Hi.

Special Agent Abigail Borin.

We had the most fun I've ever
had on a joint-undercover op.

Yeah, a bar, hotel room,
lot of sweaty hot bayou love.

- Sounds like fun.
- Not us.

- Not between us.
- Yeah, so...

today, we found
a research vessel.

Two dead grad students
on board, let's go.

What's our angle?

Well, supposed to be
a third person on board.

The missing twenty-something
is Anna Huntley.

She's the daughter
of Navy Admiral Adam Huntley.

The admiral been notified?
Yes.

We told him that Anna
may have gone overboard.

Search
and rescue?

Looking for her now,
running survival scenarios.

Not a ton
of evidence so far,

but we got this--
a paint transfer.

Looks fresh, so it could
be from the killer's boat.

We have two victims,
first is Mark Post.

Our second victim,
Cindy Rutberg.

The theory is--

robbery on the high seas.

Pirates?
Nah, more like floating home invaders.

Only sign of Anna so far
is this broken computer

with the initials A.H.

Got something here.

Looks like a piece
of wet suit.

Doesn't match either
of our victims.

Could be Anna's.

She struggles
with the thieves,

maybe slips or
pushed overboard.

It's unlikely she would
have been taken hostage

if we have two victims.

Maybe she jumped to get
away from the thieves.

She's out there
treading water somewhere.

Muscle fatigue
and hypothermia,

worst-case scenario,
Anna could survive

probably eight hours
in the Gulf.

And the best?

Well, she had a wet suit on.

I've seen people
make it 24, 48 hours,

but that's a lot
of time in the water.

A lot of time to find her.

One way or the other,

we got to bring
her home.

Talked to the
crew's advisor,

got their bios.

a diver
and oceanographer.

Cindy Rutberg,

27, from Maine,

dual major,
ecology and biology.

And then there was our
admiral's daughter,

Anna Huntley, 28,
biologist

and mother of
toddler Jeremy.

What were they doing at sea?

Five-day tour,

studying the effects
of climate change.

Got the boat's
equipment list.

Dive tanks, mini-ROV,

sonar, GPS, even a zodiac--
all stolen.

Should we maybe think
about the fact

that Anna could be
in on this?

Two dead bodies,
no sign of her anywhere.

I got to tell you guys,
I am not into your fancy coffee.

It took me a while to get used
to the chicory, too.

Chicory?

Help yourself, Borin, we
got two-day-old waffles

in there, too,
if you missed them.

Oh, sounds delicious, but
just need better coffee.

That's my cup.

You're welcome.
Mm-hmm.

Told Agent Borin she can work
out of the conference room.

Run the search
for Anna Huntley from there.

Uh, SAR-OPS came back
with an alpha drift.

So I've been working
on locales

where Anna may be
treading water.

Looks like half the Gulf,

all the way to the
Louisiana coastline.

Ten hours and counting
to find her.

Pride, Admiral Huntley is
on his way in.

Wants an update.

No pressure.

That other case,
the missing person,

just got a positive I.D.

Go.

We got this.

Thank you.

Missing man was going by
the name Richard Kimble.

Guess he was a frequent flyer
at the squat you flagged.

I pulled him before my guys
went in, did a sweep for drugs.

I told you, idiots!
Didn't find nothing on him.

I appreciate it, Simms.
Anytime.

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time!

Third cell on the left.
Appreciate it.

Oh, that's fine,
you want to ignore me?

I'll go to the press!

Me and my friends here.

We'll have a little
sit-down with Diane Sawyer.

Tell her what a crappy con
you got going on here.

How you doing,
baby brother?

Hey,

“Rich Kimble,” really?

As in Dr. Richard Kimble?

All of a sudden, you're
the Fugitive now?

Well, seemed
kind of fitting.

I mean, I am being
chased and all.

Yeah, I have searched every gas
station, residence, warehouse,

farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse
and doghouse for you.

So, uh, Mama know
you found me?

I'll call her when we get
in the car, let's go.

Where we going?

New Orleans, home.

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

I do not think so.

Cade, for five years,

we've been wondering
if you were dead or alive.

Hey, lookee here,
I'm alive.

Let's go.
Hey!

Look, you got
two options.

Either you leave
with me or get thrown

into the state-run
prison psych facility.

So what'll it be?

New Orleans is awful beautiful
this time of year.

Open up!

What's the latest
on the search for my daughter?

We have our team out
in full force looking for her.

What kind of pattern
you running?

Parallel search,
S-shaped pattern, sir.

But I got to be
honest with you,

it's a very large area.

First, I get a call this morning

from you guys
tell that Anna is missing,

and out of the blue,
I get a call from the babysitter

saying that she hasn't
picked up Jeremy, yet.

I can command an entire carrier,
no problem.

But this, a toddler...

I'm lost.

I just don't
remember kids being

this much work when
Anna was this age.

But, then again,
I wasn't around much.

You were busy
serving your country.

Yeah, well, try telling
that to a kid, right?

Come on, buddy, up we
go, one, two, three.

There we are.

I was there maybe
for holidays, graduations,

her mother's funeral,
but that distance...

that distance
created distance.

We are doing everything
we can to find Anna, sir.

You need any of my contacts,
any of my resources,

you be sure to reach out.
Yeah, we will.

The gun that killed Cindy

was a nine-millimeter.

She was shot
three times.

Once in the heart,
which killed her.

The other two bullet
wounds are here--

one on the hand
and her lower leg.

A hand
and a leg?

Seems random.

Like the killer didn't
know what they were doing.

And Mr. or Ms. Didn't Know
What They Were Doing

left a clue.

I found this

in one of Cindy's
bullet wounds.

It's a metal
of some sort.

From the killer's gun?

Could be.

I'll have
Sebastian process.

Hey, Sebastian.
Hey.

One thing that's interesting

is none of Mark's
bullet wounds killed him.

He died
because of this:

an indentation
on the head

which is consistent
with the boat rail.

I also found something
under the cuff of the wet suit.

Take a look.

What the hell are those?

I'm still trying
to identify the species,

but it's some sort of
benthic worm.

Which, by the way,
if I ever have a band,

will be the name of said band

Well, when Sebastian

figures out where
they came from,

it could help
you determine

where the victims
we ding.

Which will help us narrow down
our search for Anna.

Mm-hmm. And in the meantime,

I ran the paint traces
through the Mass Spec.

Got a hit on this.

The visible white pat
matched some cheapo lead-laden stuff,

but inside it were traces
of Radiant Red.

It's a particular formula

that was created
for this.

An Azimut Yacht Racer.

Now why would you paint over

a beautiful boat like that?

A red Azimut

was stolen five
months back

from a yacht club
in Key West, Florida.

Thieves snuck in, turned
the key and just left.

Owners took this
before it was stolen.

Thieves painted over it

- with cheap white paint.
- Surveillance?

Description
of thieves?

Just a witness description
of our perps to go off of.

“Kind of an older Brad Pitt

“mixed with
some younger

“George Clooney.
Late 40's,

“scar on his cheek,

“beard and
a sexy tan.

Seen fleeing with two
young women in bikinis.”

You're kidding me.

What it says.

I got enough for FaceMatch.

Okay.

Agent Borin...

Patton Plame,

master digital
forensic sketch artist.

Heard you're also
a master hacker.

Can't believe
everything you hear.

How you like me now?

You just
rendered an image

of every divorced
rich man in the South.

Think you can do better?

No. No.

But I do have an idea.
Brody...

How's Cade?

He's a mess, King.

Up or down?

He was up.

Angry, but up.

Just means
the down's coming.

Got a 48-hour psych hold at
Southern Louisiana Memorial.

Doctor's gonna run tests,

get him back
on track.

After that?

Honestly, I ain't got a clue.

Distract me, King.

What's going on here?

Speed dating.

Coast Guard style.

Muy Bonita.

Here, why don't you focus
on the picture, Julio?

Have you seen this man?

Stole a schmancy boat,
has two girlfriends.

We think he might
have information

about a missing girl.

I rub your backs

and you rub mine.

Come on, Julio, cough it up.

His name is Clive...
something.

He uses the women
to lure boats.

Steals from them

and sells to people like me.

Where does Rico Suave
keep his boat?

The Empire Marina.

Keep the picture.

There's Clive.

Fastest BOLO in agency history.

World's dumbest criminal, too.

Let's go.

NCIS.

Hands in the air.

Easy.

Clive Roberts?

What's your hurry?
Ow! Let go!

Get your ass up.

What do we got?

It's all here.

Crew's wallets,

Anna's backpack, and this.

Same type of gun
that was used on the victims.

You killed these two people

and you threw her overboard.
Where is she?

No. Those two were already dead

when we stole that
stuff off their boat.

Look again.
Look at her.

I haven't seen her
in my life. Ever.

Get them out of here.

That's what they all say.

What do you think?

Looks good for it:

all the stolen
equipment,

possible murder weapon.

Patton.
Hmm.

Yeah?

Pride, you know
how you always say,

“Go, learn things”?

Yeah.
Well, I've been going

through surveillance
from the Empire dock,

looking for Clive.
This was taken yesterday.

I have an estimated
time of death from Dr. Wade.

That, plus the area
where the boat was--

there's no way
Clive had time

to kill those people.

So Clive was
telling the truth.

They didn't get there

until after Mark
and Cindy were dead.

Oh, but check this out.

I finally got something
off of that video card

from Anna's laptop.

Date-stamped the same day
the boat went missing.

Stop!

Stop!

No!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, he's dead.

Wait, is that...?

Yeah.

Anna.

I just got off
with Search and Rescue.

Now, based on

the coordinates where Clive said
he robbed the boat,

we've narrowed
the search area for Anna

down to here.

Does she have
a record of any kind?

No arrests,

no history of violence,
and doesn't own a gun.

We've got two dead bodies

and a woman wielding a Beretta.

My guess is,
from the look in her eyes,

this is
personal.

Picture only tells
half the story, Brody.

She could be protecting
herself from pirates

or a sea monster,
for all we know.

We need more Intel
on those people who were

on the boat with her.
How 'bout doubling back

with the woman
who gave us their bios?

Their advisor,

Dr. Sandra Jones,
oceanographer,

scholar and known
algae-hugger.

Borin,

you're with me.

Lasalle, Brody--

stay here and keep digging.

Is there any news on Anna?

We're still looking for her.

But given the
amount of time

she's been in the Gulf,
we may now be looking

at a recovery,

rather than a rescue.

I hope not, for her son's sake.

You knew Anna well?

She was one of my best students.

Strong work ethic.
Single mother

balancing school and a child.

It was difficult for her,

but she was very dedicated.

Did Anna have any problems

with anyone?

Do you know if
she owned a gun?

Did she ever seem impatient,
or angry, or...?

Whoa, you-you don't
think that she...

We're just

gathering information.

If Anna had a gun,

or a temper,
I didn't know of it.

What about her relationship
with Mark and Cindy?

What was that like?

Look, you have

to understand that
the three of them

spent a lot of time
together on that boat.

I mean, doing very
important work.

Climate change
affects all of us.

We just chose to ignore it...

I'm sorry, Professor Jones,
you were talking about the crew?

Yes. Um... yeah.

Um, a few months ago,

I saw Mark and Cindy at dinner.

Friends can have dinner.

Friends don't kiss other friends
on the lips.

Well, sometimes,
after a few drinks...

What? I'm saying
it happens.

Needless to say,

I was surprised

to see Mark with Cindy.

Why's that?

Well, I thought Anna
and Mark were together.

I mean, he even
wrote her a check

when she got behind
on her college tuition.

Friends with benefits.

I went through Anna's e-mails.

Tidal charts
and salinity reports.

Just all science stuff.

Nothing to back up
a jealous lover theory.

Got something.

Looks like she racked up
some IOUs.

$80,000 in student loans

and another ten grand
in credit card debts.

So if Anna's our killer,
that would mean

she decided to stick up

a couple of fellow grad students

out in the middle
of the ocean?

Something
doesn't fit.

Well, if I could
just put together

more of her busted-up
video card,

maybe it would.

Right now, Anna's the only one

who could tell us
what really happened out there.

“Sebastian Lund
and The Benthic Worm.”

“Live from
Jefferson Parish Morgue.”

I'm in.

Who's taking me to the show?

Thank you.

Sebastian.

Oh, Agent Pride, you're here.

We are here.

Oh. Hello.

I'm sorry, I'm
just, I'm really

freakin' excited right now.

When I get this way,

I tend to miss
glaring social cues.

Like a gorgeous, imposing woman

I don't know standing
right in front of me.

I'm gonna stop talking.

CGIS Special Agent
Abigail Borin.

Agent Borin, yes, of course.

Miss Sciuto in D.C.
has told me all about you.

Love that Abby.
So, what do you got?

Oh, well, uh,

take a look at the monitor

while I slide this in here.

Hmm.

Panspermia.

Yeah, that's a very
astute observation.

They do look like
microscopic alien life-forms

that inhabited the universe by
getting trapped in debris...

How the hell
do you know that?

Are you a scientist?

You work for the government?

Like,
the government, government?

No, no, no. Just saw it on TV.

Sebastian.

Sebastian.
Hmm?

What are they?
Oh, uh, meiobenthos.

These beauties belong
to the group Gastrotricha.

See, thing is,

these little guys are only found

in this area here;
to see one on land

is incredibly rare.

I mean, we should
consider ourselves really lucky.

Like, we should go out
and play the lottery.

So how does this

connect to the case?

Loretta pulled it
from Mark's wet suit.

Meaning he was in that area.

And Anna Huntley may be as well.

We're looking at a live feed
from the UROV right now.

Approaching the target area now.

There's something
over there.

Yeah.

Check your three o'clock,
Lieutenant.

Looks like we could
have something.

Turning 30 degrees starboard.

Appears to be wreckage,
not a body, ma'am.

No, it's not.

Those look like silver
coins-- old silver coins.

Treasure.

And a motive
for murder.

Ahoy, mateys!

Hop on board the S.S. Sebastian.

You got my message.
I did.

As well as some samples
that Coast Guard

Search and Rescue
pulled from the site.

You guys may not have found
Anna Huntley's body,

but you did find authentic
antique Spanish pesos.

Ooh, pesos.
Yeah. Carbon-dated

the coins to the mid 1700s.

Pretty sure they came
from a Spanish wreck

called the El Cazador.

Boat was discovered in the
'90s, not all the silver was.

But... none of that is
important, come look at this.

See this, uh,

- discoloration here?
Mm-hmm.

Watch what happens
when I drop some acid.

For... science.

The bubbles mean that
there was real silver here.

How much is one of those
pesos worth today?

About $500 a pop.

The government
turned the area

into a marine
research preserve

before anyone
could figure out

how many were
really down there.

Makes you wonder what else
they're keeping from us.

We should call
Mulder and Scully.

Best villain: Tooms or Pusher?
Tooms.

Best episode: “Squeeze” or “Drive”?
“Squeeze.”

Who are you?

Okay, so...

Anna steals
the pesos...

...killed her friends
and escaped on the dingy, or...

she got in the way
of someone who did.

The truth is out there, Pride.

We just haven't found it yet.

Pride.

Yes, sir.
Right.

Admiral Huntley.

Says his daughter is alive.

And he has proof.

“I'm sorry.
Don't let Jeremy hate me.

Make sure he has his Lamby".

Lamby?

A stuffed animal.

Jeremy sleeps with it.

I don't understand.

Where's my daughter?
Sir,

I have my people
running a trace.

And we're still
searching for her,

but based on these texts and
the lack of cell reception

at sea, I mean, we got to guess
that she's on land.

And on the run.

Admiral Huntley, uh...

we believe Anna may have
had something to do with

what happened
on the RV Acadiana.

You think that...

my daughter killed these people?

Why? Why would you say that?

She was having serious
money problems.

Student loans,
credit card debt.

Even Jeremy's
preschool.

Any ideas where she'd go
if she was in trouble?

Who she'd
turn to for help?

No. No, she...

she would never confide in me.

Even when she was pregnant with
Jeremy, she didn't tell me.

When I did find out,
I pushed her away.

Why?

Guy she was with was scum.

Would she try to contact him?

No.

No, he left her high and dry.
And she said fine,

I'll raise the kid
on my own, I'll work,

I'll put myself
through school and by God,

that's exactly what she did.

Course I wasn't there
to keep tabs on her.

And now this.

Well, it looks like
I screwed up with one kid

and now I've been left
to screw up another.

Oh, look at the truck.

Aah!

I just followed up
with the Coast Guard.

Oh, wow,
your hands are sticky.

Okay, Coast Guard.

Yeah, no sign of Anna...

Chris.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, uh,

no sign of you-know-who

D-E-A-D or
A-L-I-V-E.

Cell phone?

Mm, tried, no signal.
It's been shut down. Nothing.

It's hard to believe
she's the K-I-L-L-E-R.

Well, she does have M-O-T-I-V-E.

I don't think
you have to spell that one.

I can't imagine anyone

doing something that would
cause them to run away

from these cute cheeks.

Lasalle here.
I think you have very cute cheeks.

What?

Okay, thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, my brother.
He's running again.

Don't do this.

Don't leave.
I have to.

See, there's things
that you don't know.

Bad things.

They're gonna find me.

What do you mean?
Chris,

unless I've committed a crime

or I've threatened somebody,

you can't keep me here.

We've sung
this tune before, buddy.

Look, Cade, just stop.
Look, stay here

and take your medication.

Medication's supposed
to make you feel better.

These make it so I don't
feel like myself.

I feel like
some numb, stupid

version of myself, Chris.

I'm sorry,
buddy,

I'm hitting the road.

Come on, wait a sec.

Look, you know where
this goes from here.

You walk out that
door and...

and Mom goes into
her own tailspin.

Doesn't eat,
doesn't sleep.

And I go back to
worrying about you.

Look...

Let's fix this.

Together.

You and me, all right?

Can I ask you a question?

If I had cancer...

would you still be blaming
me for being sick?

I ain't blaming you
for being sick.

I'm just pissed off you ain't

fighting like hell
to get better.

I'm not a fighter, Chris.

That's-That's you.

We both know that.

Hey, you don't need
my troubles, anyway.

All right? I-I'll see you
when I see you, Chris.

Texts Anna sent came
from land, which explains

why your people
couldn't find her.

Maybe, but...
you know my gut.

I-I just got a weird
feeling about this one.

Maybe it's that Food Mart
sludge you got in your hand.

More like mud,
but it'll do the trick.

Hmm.

So we're saying Anna

pulled up a bunch of treasure
from the bottom of the ocean

and then she killed
her friends over it and then

she's trying to sell it?

Too much crime for one person.

An accomplice?

No evidence showing
that anybody else

was involved in the murder.

How do you turn
old money into new?

Bitcoin.

There are lots of ways
to change antique money

on the black market--
you can launder it,

go to some underground
collector, or use bitcoin.

How's it work?
Peer-to-peer

cryptocurrency exchange.

I dug into the Deep Web,
I posed as a buyer

and I found a guy selling pesos
from the El Cazador site.

Got 100 of them.
Here's his Web site right here.

Steven Merris.

Booty Hauls
salvage tour service.

“Ride my booty.”
That's classy.

Any record of violence?

Really? “Ride my boot”"
not violent enough for you?

No record.

But a few months back
he had a slip at the marina

the RV Acadiana was docked.

What do you bet Merris
and Anna made some kind of deal?

NCIS.

We have a few questions for
you about the El Cazador.

That's in a marine preserve,
off-limits.

My tours don't go there.

Then, uh...

who's been fronting you
the silver pesos?

This girl, Anna Huntley?

Never seen her before.

Hey, what are you, uh,
what are you doing?

Exactly what it looks
like I'm doing-- poking around.

I don't think this
should take very long.

Hey, Pride.

That look familiar to you?

Same as Anna's boat.

Hey, Merris, you ever drop acid?

Huh.

Antique silver pesos.

Wonder where
you got these.

Okay, you take the boats,
I'll cut him off.

Brody,
secure the evidence!

Got him?
I got him.

Come on...
Come here!

Get down...
Come here!

Aah! I broke my ankle!

Yeah. I had him.

You did.

Thank you.

I need a doctor, I'm hurt.

Shut up.

Those were a gift from a client.

Then why'd you run?

Come on, Merris.

We know you've been selling
your booty on the Internet.

Did I really just say that?

You were illegally
excavating El Cazador

when the Acadiana
waded up.

You'd finally found
your Atlantis,

worked too hard to let

some punk grad students ruin it,
so you killed them.

I didn't kill anyone.
You did.

Either on your own
or with Anna Huntley's help.

This girl's been
salvaging the Cazador?

I've been working
my ass off for years

trying to bring up those pesos.

Sometimes at night,

Jelly fish stings,
and in the heat.

Sounds awful.

Merris, go on.

I think
this girl's my competition.

Last couple of days, she's
been driving down the bitcoin

price on the pesos.

Does she have a screen name?

Sunkentreasure14.

Original.

I'll let Patton know.

He tell you what
kind of trouble?

No, Cade didn't say.

Could just be some story
he made up in his head.

If he would just stay put.

You can't fix him.

Yeah, I know.

But I can't do nothing.

You know that.

It's not me.

Best thing you can do
is just be there...

when he's ready.

What if he never is?

Then he never is.

Christopher,
sometimes people just

need to know
that someone's willing

to take a chance on them,
no matter what.

Someone did that
for me, once.

Hmm. Yes, they did.

Patton.

Talk to me.

Meet SunkenTreasure14.

Anna.

If Merris is to
be believed.

How come we couldn't
find her before?

Well, her Deep Web storefront
was being concealed by

an Onion Router--
that's tech, not a food.

- Good to know.
- Anyway, I got in.

I got chatty,
I learned that she is

selling antique Spanish Pesos.

I reached out to her,
she agreed

to an authentication
meet in an hour.

Tell SunkenTreasure we'll
meet her at the chess tables

at Jackson Square.

We'll reserve a table for her.

Got it.
Come on.

♪ ♪

I got a lady in a gray hat,

and red scarf,
just like Patton said.

On your toes, everyone.

Headed your way, Borin.

Yeah, I see her.

It's not Anna.

NCIS. Hands up.

Hands up.

Professor Jones.

Just needed to make
some change, huh?

I-I, I don't know
what you think I did.

“Think”? Try “know.”

You took Anna's cell phone,

you texted Admiral Huntley.

Made it look like
his daughter did all of this.

Th-Th-This wasn't
supposed to happen.

It was just a stupid accident.

I spent my entire life working,
researching,

nothing to show for my work,
no money.

Corporations, oil companies--
they make billions

trashing the environment,
and I get nothing.

I proposed we split it,
they refused.

Mark threatened to throw it
overboard. The... the... the...

She has a child!

Do you understand that?
A little boy.

Did you even think about that?!

Look, I panicked.
I panicked, okay?

And I-I went for the safety gun,
and then... then,

Mark lunged for it,
and it... and it went off.

And he lun... he fell back,
and he hit his head,

and then, Cindy was screaming,
and then... and then...

and then, Anna got the gun,
and then, I got it back.

And then, I...

And then, you shot her,

and then, you shot all of them.

I...

For her family...

can you tell us
where we can find her body?

They found her body
a quarter-mile

from the El Cazador site.

She was lying just below
the surface,

tucked in a reef.

Search and Rescue
pulled her up from there.

Doc Wade said Anna died
of a single gunshot wound--

a through-and-through,
she called it.

But there's something else.

Dr. Wade found

metal from the zipper
of Anna's wet suit

inside one of
Cindy's bullet wounds.

I don't understand.

It means that

Anna must have jumped
in front of Cindy

when Professor Jones
fired at her.

Admiral...

your daughter died
trying to protect her friend.

She was always braver than me.

When I found out
she was pregnant with Jeremy,

I, um... fought like hell
for her... not to have him.

Now...

thank God she did.

I'm sure you'll do her
memory proud, Admiral.

Damn right.

I'm going to care for Jeremy,

and I'm gonna be there for him,
like I never was for her.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Sure.

It's perfect out here.

But don't worry at all...

Come to Grandpa.

Mommy's coming home soon, okay?

And one day, we are gonna sail
across the ocean, Jeremy,

just you and me.

Mama loves you so much, baby.

I'll see you soon, okay?

You got a good crew, Pride.

Hope I didn't push
too many buttons.

It's what you do.
It gets the job done.

You're a good agent
with good instincts.

Thanks.

Sure I can't get you a cab?

And miss a walk through
the corridor? Not a chance.

Next time, we're
getting a bourbon.

Or a Sazerac.
Mm!

Even better.

♪ I was fresh
out of the service ♪

♪ It was back in '82 ♪

♪ I raised some Cain
when I come back to town... ♪

You know, before I changed
my name to Rich Kimble...

I was going with Cade
Caulfield there for a while.

As in Holden?

You know the first time

J.D. Salinger wrote about Holden
Caulfield was in a short story?

Two-word title.

“I'm Crazy.”

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about earlier, Chris.

What you said
back at the hospital

about all

the bad things--

was that even real?

Wish it wasn't.

Oh, we'll figure it out.

Together.

Till then, we got
'Bama hoops on tonight.

Gonna put a whooping on LSU.

Got some beers
in the fridge

and some steaks, too.

I can go for that.

Roll tide.

♪ Swing low and carry me home. ♪

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