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"NCIS: New Orleans"...

The bomb was at table 19.

Seat eight.
We were at table 19.

And you were seat eight.

Loretta sent me
info on the bomb.

There is a signature.

It's the Broussard syndicate.

The new generation.

Sasha, Dante, Frank.

I have spent every

waking moment trying to change

people's association
with my last name.

Paul Jenks was my C.I.

How you shut down

the Broussards?
He was the bait.

And I needed him to
reel in the big fish.

Let's talk, Baitfish.
Bomb at city park.

I don't know anything.
I put you away once.

If I look just a little, I'll
find a reason to send you back.

They think I'm helping anyone,
let alone you, they'll cap me.

I got to get out of h...

I don't know who this is, but...

Paul Jenks
is most probably alive.

And likely the one
who bombed city park.

Must input caffeine.

You want some?
Sounds good.

Then you hurry back.

Really?

Again?

If you don't stop with
the excessive device checking,

I won't come back.

Sorry, baby.

Probably should
eat something.

And then maybe we could actually
leave the condo today.

I know for some reason
you want us

to stay inside
the whole time, but...

I'd really like
to do something fun.

This is fun.

Something else fun.

Was that a yes?

Yeah...

I guess you're right.

We should just stay in.

Freddy.

Don't turn around.

Be easier for both
of us that way.

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Hey, King,
you're not gonna believe

who I ran into last night
at Francisco's.

Steven Lejeune.

He's still got
a limp and yes,

he's still
blaming you.

Pride's not here.

He step out?

I got here an hour ago.
Coffee wasn't on.

Called his cell, no answer.

You try...
Texting him? Yes.

No response.

This isn't like him, right?

No.

Straight to voice mail.

You check his room?

I'm not going up there.

King.

Feels kind of wrong
just busting in.

Well, don't look at
anything personal.

It's all personal.
It's his room.

King, you here?

What is this?

That...

is obsession.

Back door lock
was busted.

Just like
the other break-ins.

Third one in a month.
Only difference:

this time, burglar
surprised husband and wife.

Wrong on two counts.

First... not husband and wife.

He's Dr. Freddy Barlow.

She's Pam Shore.
Second,

the victims didn't
surprise the killer.

He was waiting. Follow me.

And who are you, exactly?

Dwayne Pride, NCIS.
New Orleans office.

See there.
Depressed area

in the insulation means
he was here for a while.

Charleston's way out of
your jurisdiction, Agent Pride.

And neither one of
these victims is Navy.

Well, I'm here unofficially.

Pursuing a fugitive who's had
recent contact with the doctor.

Oh, by the way,
I, uh, brought some coffee.

Ham and egg biscuits.

They're downstairs
if you want some.

Wait.

All due respect, you're leaning

way out over your skis here,
Agent Pride.

Now this here fits
a pattern of burglars

breaking into homes
all up and down the coast.

Burglars have a body
count before this one?

No.

But the condo's been ransacked.

Wallet and jewelry's missing.

Not to mention
the major electronics.

Like I said,
fits my pattern.

My fugitive probably
read the police blotter.

Wanted you to make
those exact conclusions.

Regardless,
I'm not letting you take over

based on some
half-assed theory.

And until my captain tells me
that this is no longer my case,

I'd like to have
my evidence back.

Oh.

My officer here
will show you out.

Just keep in mind, the man
I'm pursuing is dangerous.

This is just a small sample
of what he's capable of.

And who exactly
is this fugitive?

Paul Jenks.

Tried to kill me.

I call him Baitfish.

Baitfish?

One of those individuals...

that just can't seem
to stay dead.

Already contacted
the federal marshals.

Figured I'd let you folks
at the FBI know, too.

Thank you.

Put in a call to Patton.
He here yet?

Haven't seen him.

Tell me
when he arrives.

King. You been gone

for 36 hours.

I told you on the phone,

I'm sorry I left you
in the dark.

I was in South Carolina.
Now I'm back.

Has it got something to do
with the wall of crazy

you got going on upstairs?
You went in my room.

Which is what
you would have done

if one of us would've
went off the grid.

Baitfish.

He's back.

So I started looking into
former associates of Baitfish's,

keeping an eye out for any sign
that he was active again.

Lester Delrey.

Former muscle for the
Broussard syndicate.

I believe he was the first man
to have taken Baitfish in

after he faked
his death.

Lived in a shotgun shack
on Tchoupitoulas.

He was found

murdered in the alley
behind his place

a month ago-- shot three times.

NOPD said it was

gang related, but...

their report
noted cheap hair dye

found in Lester's bathroom.

Okay.

Okay?

So hair dye.

Lester's car was stolen.

Found abandoned off the highway.

In the trunk, the body of...

Brendan Harvey--

served two years
for forgery.

Passports and
driver's licenses.

Also former syndicate.

Killed by a single bullet
to the head.

So Baitfish changes hair color,

gets a new identity.

And then, a week later,

dead Brendan Harvey's
insurance

gets billed for an appointment
with Dr. Freddy Barlow.

Uptown orthopedist.

Why would a wanted
fugitive take the time

to visit
an orthopedist?

Bad knee from all that running.

I went to see him
two days ago.

However, he didn't
show up for work.

Took an abrupt
and indefinite leave.

To South Carolina.

I took the red-eye last night,

hoping to find out
a connection.

King, when exactly were you

planning on letting us know
about this?

Look, I'm way down
the rabbit hole.

Working on a hunch.

I wanted to be sure before
I dragged anyone else with me.

You're sure now.

It's him. It's Baitfish.

Each body that I follow
leads me to another one.

Baitfish is up to something.
I-I just don't know what.

The cavalry has arrived.

All right.

Coming right down.

Oh, before I got kicked out
of the Charleston crime scene,

I had eyes
on Dr. Barlow's phone.

He called a single number
about seven times

in the hours before he died.

Fourth Street Clinic.
Urgent care for the poor.

Check out the clinic.

See if it's the connection

between Baitfish
and Freddy Barlow.

Got your message.

The doctor's phone SIM card?
Pride, how you get it?

By my mind, that's
supposed to be property

of the Charleston PD.

Borrowed it.
You stole it.

"Stole" implies that you have
no intention of giving it back.

You say tomato, I say stole.

Yeah, you know,

it's been a long time
since I seen your bad side.

Me likey-like.

I need everything about
Dr. Freddy Barlow.

Any secrets he's got that
might link him to Baitfish.

Hey, you give
me the SIM card

and a pot of
Darjeeling tea,

I'll suck up every piece
of dirt like a Hoover.

It's one thing to have me look
into local cases already closed,

but now we're
skipping jurisdictions

and stealing
other men's homicides?

Were you able to get Freddy
Barlow's autopsy notes?

Lucky for you, I'm still
in favorable terms

with the
Charleston M.E.

I hear through the grapevine
that you have a conspiracy wall?

No, no conspiracy
anything.

Oh, you don't have to be
bashful. I got several myself.

One I'm currently working
on ties the Illuminati

to the owners of all 30
Major League Baseball teams.

I got some extra string
if you need it.

No, what I need is to connect
this murder to Paul Jenks.

The Charleston M.E.
made a cursory examination,

concluding that both Freddy
Barlow and Pam Shore were shot

with a .22, close range.

Any mention of contact
abrasions near the entry wound?

No, the Charleston crime lab
found no trace evidence

on the scene, but they did run

ballistics on the slugs.

The guns match
either of the murders?

No, and there's been no hit
in NIBIN yet, either.

But that doesn't mean
there's not gonna be a hit,

though the chances are
slim to none.

But that's...
that's still a chance, right?

Why don't I go monitor
the search?

Thank you.

I feel as if

you and I have
a new, deeper bond.

You heard him, right?
No ballistic match.

Baitfish must have
changed weapons.

I've seen you
in this mode before.

Mode?

The "nothing else matters" look,
the not sleeping, not eating.

You withdraw.

You shut the world out.

I'm fine.

No, you're not, Dwayne.

Jenks.

He's like a virus to you.
It's in your blood.

He almost killed my daughter.

Came closer with her boyfriend.

I need this-- proof I'm right--

so that I can find him
and end this.

You get me access
to Dr. Barlow's body.

If there's proof, I'll find it.

Thank you... sweet Loretta.

Excuse me.

Have you seen this man
here before?

Thank you.

Hi. Have you seen
this man here before?

Excuse me, Miss?
Don't know nothing.

I didn't ask you
anything yet.

Then ask.

Seen this man before?

Maybe changed his hair
color, style of clothes?

No.

Didn't even look.
Can I go now?

What are you doing?

Just asking your patients
a few questions.

No, what you're doing
is scaring them off.

Flashing your badges
and intimidating them.

They have anything
to be afraid of?

This is an urgent care
clinic for the destitute.

We're here to treat them,
not interrogate them.

Have you treated
this man here before?

His name is Paul Jenks.

Doesn't look familiar.

Do you recognize
this man?

That's Dr. Barlow.
He's here two days a week.

Yesterday morning,
he called here seven times

over the course of an hour.

Was that usual?

I wasn't on schedule yesterday,

but it's not odd for Dr. Barlow
to check in regularly.

Now, please,
tell me what happened.

Dr. Freddy Barlow,
model citizen.

Nothing in his life
suggests he'd cross paths

with a career criminal
like Paul Jenks.

Except Pride says he did.

Yeah, well, "Pride says
he did" isn't reason enough

for us to investigate a case
that doesn't belong to us.

He stole an SD card
off a crime scene.

He's negotiating the
transfer of a body

that doesn't belong to us.

He's got his reasons.

You're telling me
you're not worried?

I'm telling you, worried or not,

we keep looking.

Hey, Pride?
Talk to me.

Man, I spent my afternoon
availing myself

of Freddy's SD card.

I found out that this
doctor did a poor job

maintaining his
e-mail accounts.

There was over 450 e-mails,

a few of particular interest.

"Paul Jenks is not
what he seems."

"The man is using you."

"Both of you need
to back off now." What...?

There's your connection between
Freddy Barlow and Baitfish.

Who sent the e-mails?
Nobody.

Technically, a cloned phone.

They're using
the account information

of a bank teller in Duluth

who's paying way too much
for her data plan,

I might add...

However...
However,

the cloned phone is here
in beautiful Louisiana.

It resides currently

at the Federal Penitentiary
at Slidell.

I can show you the cell block.

Don't bother.

I got a pretty good idea
who owns that phone.

Frank Broussard.

Figured it'd be
a cold day in hell

before I laid eyes on you again.

Tell me about
Dr. Freddy Barlow.

No clue who that is.
No?

'Cause you've been

sending him cryptic e-mails

on this phone.

C.O.s found it stuffed
inside your mattress.

You've been communicating with
Dr. Barlow about Paul Jenks.

Now Dr. Barlow's dead.

Dead? Huh.

Interesting.

Gonna try to pin
that one on me, too?

Just like the gala bombing.

My trial starts
next month, by the way.

I know that
Jenks set you up.

I need your help to catch him,

which will also
prove that you're

mostly innocent.

You gonna cut me a deal.

Nothing on the bombing,
less on the drugs.

I'm on the phone with the
U.S. Attorney soon as I leave.

I want it in writing,
ironclad

and approved by my lawyer.

And then you're gonna give me

everything you know
about Paul Jenks.

I want him served on a platter.

I'm assuming this
isn't a social call.

I need to tell you something
about your cousin Frank.

How soon will he get out?

Deal's not
worked out yet.

Trading calls with
the U.S. Attorney.

He'll serve some time
for the drugs, and...

And the day he gets out,
he'll come for me.

I'm not gonna
let that happen.

We'll make it
part of the deal.

Can't come
within a thousand yards.

You said
Frank planted that bomb.

I was wrong.

Jenks set the bomb.

Your cousin was the patsy.

Kind of feels
like I'm the patsy.

But it's starting again?

The Syndicate.

That's what I think.

Paul Jenks-- he...

he wants to start up
where your family left off.

I'll make sure you're protected.
No.

Uh-uh. When I separated myself
from my family,

I swore
that I would lead a normal life.

You've always been strong.

Only way to survive
in my family.

As Dwayne predicted,

Freddy Barlow was
killed at close range.

Note the stippling and burn
marks around the entry wound.

And the diameter
is wide and misshapen.

Maybe, uh, PVC pipe.

And there was also debris
on the inside of the wound.

Yeah, traces of, uh, newspaper,
steel wool and gaffers tape.

Killer devised some kind of
sound suppressor.

Just like the two other murders
Pride has connected to Baitfish.

I can't say for sure
it was Baitfish,

but the same man killed
all three victims.

Still don't understand
why Baitfish

would have killed Dr. Barlow.

He was a civilian.

Uh, we have a theory
about that.

During my examination,
I noticed inflammation

on the tissues on the inside
of the lungs and throat.

It's consistent
with chemical burns.

For example, Oxycodone.

Was Freddy Barlow a drug addict?

No. Tox screen
was clean.

But he spent
a significant amount of time

around drugs,
inhaling fumes.

Like you might if you were in

the business of manufacturing
illicit narcotics.

So, if he wasn't using,
maybe he was dealing. Thanks.

I'm telling Pride.

Seven minutes.

Excuse me?

U.S. Attorney told me he'd close
the deal in 20 minutes, and...

that was 13 minutes ago.

I brought you
a sandwich.

Been talking to Loretta, huh?

Sophie Brooks was nine years
old when Baitfish killed her.

That's on me. I own that.

Every life he's
taken since--

Herbert Walker, Allison Lacroix,

Lester Delrey,
Brandon Harvey, the doctor,

Pam Shore...

He's a transient.
We don't even know his name.

Calvin Trask.

I asked Wade to

forward his remains to a friend
of mine who works at the FBI lab

at Quantico, specializes
in biometric analysis.

I'm not Lasalle.

I... You and I don't
share any kind of past,

but I just want you to know
I've got your back.

I know that.

And I'm not leaving until
you eat half of that sandwich.

You really want me
to eat something, you...

go with Mortadella.

Bologna is what they give you
in central booking.

Five minutes early.

I'm impressed.

What?

When?

We'll be there.

What is it?

Frank Broussard is dead.

These incidents happen quick.

Inmates on their
way to the yard.

There was a commotion.
Where were the guards?

Like I say,

these things happen quick.
Is there a suspect?

Name's Red Carter.

My men found him

standing over Broussard's body.

Mmm. That punk's been stepping
to me since the day he arrived.

He disrespected you?

He had a mouth on him.
That don't stand in here.

Well, how did Frank
disrespect you exactly?

How did he
step to you?

Mm. Let's just say his people
and my people don't get along.

Who are his people?

Aryan Brotherhood?

Dixie Mafia, the Mongols,
the Low Riders?

It's all the same to me.
Pale is pale.

What weapon did you use?

My cut.

What was it?
A shiv.

Which is another word for cut.

What kind, Red?

How'd you get it
into the yard?

Did you have an accomplice?

I...

Not so fast.

Would you like a burger,
Officer Lorna?

More for me, then.

I'll take them home.

You know, when I got here,
I was convinced

that someone had
hired you to kill Frank.

I told you.

The man got in my face...

I saw your record.

You were transferred here a
week ago from minimum security.

You don't have people,
don't have a rep.

Figured you'd
make your bones by confessing

to a murder you didn't commit.
Mm-mm.

Maybe get yourself
a free lunch.

I killed that man.

What weapon did you use?

Sharpened toothbrush.

Wrong answer, Red.

Frank's killer
didn't kill Frank.

False confession.

I left Brody at Slidell
to find the real suspect.

We're gonna
get him, King.

Yeah, well, I agree with
the "gonna get him,"

but I don't know about the "we."

While you guys were out there
having a bonding moment,

I was digging deep
into Freddy Barlow's life,

looking for
a connection to drugs.

And?

I think I found it.
Fourth Street Clinic

sees maybe
300 patients a week,

but they receive shipments
of prescription drugs

for a lot more than that.

Lot of Oxy.

Central City was
Frank Broussard's territory.

He gets sent away...

Leaves a vacuum in the
narcotics business.

Baitfish steps in.

Yeah, maybe Baitfish
makes contact with Dr. Barlow

to order the Oxy
and uses the clinic for cover.

Brings the Oxy in through the
front door legally, cut them,

and then send it out the
back door to the dealers.

We got to hit that clinic now.

Let's roll.

You're welcome.

Huh.

What?

Well, that's weird.
Nobody's here.

This place was jammed yesterday.

They moved out
fast, huh?

Put your hands up
where I can see them.

NCIS!

Put your hands up.

Cool it, cowboy.

I'm a Fed.

ATF confirmed.
She checks out.

Special Agent Sonja Percy.

Hey, keep your voice down,
a'ight?

Can we get out of here?
Feeling exposed.

Feel free
to rough me up some.

What?

Bounce me off the door,
take a swing,

go with whatever
makes it clear that you and I

just plain
don't like each other.

You really commit
to the role, huh?

You think I ran
from you boys for my health?

What the hell is NCIS
doing sniffing around

the Fourth Street Clinic anyway?

We think it may be
connected to a fugitive

I've been hunting.

Name is Paul Jenks.

What's your angle
here, anyway?

Gang I'm circling moves guns.

Move drugs, too,
out of this place

and another clinic
on 12th Street,

but nothing a couple
Navy cops should care about.

This guy--
what'd he do?

Steal an admiral's car
or something?

He killed two people
within the last three days.

Body count
may be as high as six.

We're trying to figure out
where he is and his next move.

Seen him here once or twice.

Figured he was a boss.

Had a short conversation,

pitched myself as a girl
who gets things done.

We need to see your surveillance
and intelligence reports.

Everything.

I'm supposed
to help you?

Cooperate, yes.

"Cooperate" suggests I had
some say in what's going on.

Eight months I've been
living out a crap shack.

Making connects,
seeking my bona fides.

Earning this gang's
trust inch by inch.

Now they gone.

How's the doctor play into this?

Doctor had no idea
this place was a clinic by day

and pill mill by night.

Someone tipped him
a few days ago.

Good doctor found out
his DEA number was being used

to order Oxys in bulk,

man was on a warpath.

Frank Broussard
tipped him off.

Hoping to shut Jenks down.

All he managed to do was
get Freddy Barlow killed.

You're gonna take my case away.

You got to trust us.

I ain't got to do nothing,

all right?

That being said,

what I heard...
Jenks has got a financier.

Guy named Leone.

Man behind the curtain.

Okay.

So? What you gonna give me?

Do you think, uh, we're
working together on this?

I think you
gonna owe me.

I'm not handing over
the fruits of my labor

'cause I like your haircut.

Now don't mess up the order,

'cause I got it organized
in a particular way.

We'll treat it as if
it was our own child.

I can give you a lift.

Nah, I'll take public service.

From here?
You don't want to do that.

Look, I'll put the cuffs
back on you

and you can ride in the back.

Cuffs or not, I'm keeping
my distance from you, Lasalle.

What's that supposed to mean?

Let's just say your
reputation precedes you.

My reputation?

Have we had a bad date
I don't recall?

No, but a friend of mine did.

Billie Boutros.

Okay, let me explain.

She said, "Chris
Lasalle ain't nothing

but a smile and a stream
of empty promises."

Now, that ain't fair.
Got to wear Kevlar

on your heart
around that man.

Look, Billie Boutros--
I mean,

can you believe
everything she says?

Well, she also said

when it comes to work,

you're the best cop
she ever knew.

First man
through the door,

last one out.

And the only guy you need
when a job goes sideways.

Like I said,

Little BB?

Her word
is as good as gold.

Mm.

Cute.

What am I looking at?

The breakdown of
the various chemicals

inside Freddy Barlow's
throat and lungs.

Not just Oxy?

No. So much more.

This compound is
a mixture of Oxy

and-and seven other
distinct elements.

Makes it as unique a formula as
a soft drink or a special sauce.

I pulled data from
area hospitals,

police districts
and the DEA--

drug overdoses, seizures-- and
I mapped every single occurrence

of this particular
compound in the city.

This drug isn't just being dealt
in the Fourth Street Clinic.

It's everywhere.

Undercover agent we met

mentioned
the 12th Street Clinic.

Can you put that up on the map?
Yeah.

It's dead center
in one of the clusters.

Pull up the other free clinics.

How's that for a conspiracy?

Half a dozen free clinics
in New Orleans

and all of them dealing
high quality Oxy.

I am totally blogging
about this.

Soon as the
case is closed.

Baitfish isn't
starting an empire.

Already well on his way.

I have spoken to every
prisoner, corrections officer

and administrator who might
have had any kind of interaction

with Frank Broussard before he died.
Any luck?

Seems like Frank was killed
in the one spot in that prison

where no one
could see him.

Loading area with
restricted access.

Inmate couldn't even be there
without a C.O. present.

What's all this?
Six months of surveillance

from the Fourth Street Clinic,
courtesy of ATF's

lippiest undercover agent.

Well, whoever did this
was thorough.

I've identified
three of these guys

coming out of the pill mill.

Petty crooks.
Former syndicate.

The other two fellas
I don't recognize.

Wait a minute.
I know that guy.

Just saw him
at the Slidell prison.

Is he an inmate?

A guard. I was sitting
across from him all day.

Got a name to go
with his face?

Lorna. Had access
to Frank Broussard.

Maybe he drug Frank into the
restricted area of the prison,

stabbed him and
then walked away.

Got an address.

I'm calling Pride.

I got the back.

Milton Lorna.

Open up. Federal agents.

Clear.

Clear.

Not here, King.

Damn.

He was recently.

Looks like he's a pill head.

Would explain how Baitfish
got his hooks into him.

I'll call NOPD,

put out a BOLO.

He won't get far.

I know where he's going.

Code four.

I need to take those.

Strictly protocol.

There were some papers
over there.

There were contracts
I was supposed to sign.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's
all evidence now.

Who was he?

Prison guard
from Slidell.

Likely he
killed Frank.

And tried to kill me?

He's working for Jenks.

Figure Jenks has been...

cleaning house.

Hmm.

He's been taking out
syndicate members.

But I'm not a syndicate member.

Well, Jenks must've figured
you knew something important.

Because of you.

My cousin's dead.

I almost died.

Ended up killing someone.

No matter what I do,

nothing changes.

Can I go?

I need to find a place
to stay tonight.

What can you tell me?

Sasha's a good shot,
kicked Lorna's ass.

All three bullets
in one tight grouping.

Good for her.

Any leads on Baitfish?

NOPD and DEA are checking
the other clinics.

Lasalle went back to the office,
see what they came up with.

Lorna's cell phone.

Got a text

from an unknown caller about
an hour before he showed up.

It says, "Tell me
when it's done."

From Baitfish?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Tell the man it's done.

NOPD and DEA hit
the other clinics

being used as
pill mills.

All were cleared out, just
like the one on Fourth Street.

Baitfish is on the move.
He's going underground.

Well, pill mills
might be closed,

but the drugs
are still out there.

No text from Jenks?

Man's a fugitive. Hunted.

Yet he manages to set up
his own little cartel.

Takes money, ground support,
intelligence.

Something that he is
in short supply of.

Maybe it's this partner of his
that Sonja mentioned.

Leone.

Which might explain
what I've learned.

I've done some research.

These clinics share more in
common than being drug fronts.

Each one of them was set up

on condemned property
after Katrina.

Part of the urban renewal
and rebuilding effort

by the city.

Each one funded by this
real estate corporation,

partnership of
various trusts.

It's a maze of shell
corporations and tax shelters.

Suggests that very big money
financed this operation.

Baitfish-- he's the kind of guy
to have access to big money?

What does Baitfish
have to say?

An address. Near the Wharfs.

Let's roll him up.

I count three guys.

Make that four.

Loading boxes.

It's probably the Oxy.

Any sign of Baitfish?

Not that I could see, but
there's someone in the truck.

When's NOPD get here?

On their way now,
five to ten minutes.

King, they're hauling out.

We can't wait.

Move now. You take the crew,
I got the truck.

Hands in the air!

Federal agents!

Stay on the ground!

Christopher, I heard shots.

Everybody's good, King.

Jenks!

Hands where I can
see them!

Now, Jenks!

Where is he?

Where's Baitfish?

Gone.

Somebody tipped him
the heat was on.

How'd you end up here?

Gang I've been circling
finally circled back,

offered a piece of work.

And you didn't think to warn me?

Didn't have time.

Where you taking the pills?

Someplace safe for now.

Look, Pride, I'm on the inside.

We can make this work.

We can get him.

I've known you
for, like, six seconds.

Well, you gonna have
to trust me.

For all we know, Baitfish
has someone inside the NOPD,

has eyes on us right now.

Got a gun?

Yeah.
Fire a couple shots.

Leave some shells behind.

Don't worry, I'll miss.

Appreciate that.

You go right.

My right?
Yeah.

Lasalle, Brody.

Leone.

Baitfish's partner?

Sort of.

It's Italian for "lion."

All these clinics bankrolled
by a charitable trust.

Follow the money back,
you'll find a shell corporation

in the Caymans--
the Latendale Group.

Insignia's...

a lion's head.

The Latendale group's
only shareholder...

...is Sasha Broussard.

Got your message.

You gonna pick her up? Sasha?

I don't have enough.

Yet.

I grab her now,
she'll lawyer up,

and then she'll walk.

You should order something.

Oh, you kidding?

I'm vegan.

Hey, a girl's allowed to be
complex, isn't she?

You should eat, though.

You heard from Baitfish?

I will.

He's hobbled.

My guess, he saw
the walls closing in,

started cleaning up people,

including his
partner, Sasha.

I want them both.

Rock solid evidence.

Arrests, convictions...

life-long prison sentences.

I'll be in touch.
Soon.

♪ Time passes ♪

♪ You learn right
from wrong... ♪

Should've let Jenks burn.

They arrest him,
he gives them us.

I didn't have a choice
but to warn him.

Mm.

Are you coming out here
anytime soon?

'Cause it feels like
I am talking to a wall.

Just making
myself pretty.

You're pretty enough.

♪ You make your own heaven
and hell... ♪

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