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We'll spread the buffet along the bar,

and move those tables out.

Oh, yeah.

Save some floor space for dancing.

Ah, how many bands are you thinking?

Oh, isn't the one band enough?

Uh, you're kidding, right?

When the town hears you and Dwayne

are getting married,
everybody's gonna want to play.

That's nice, but it's too much.

We'd be fine going to city hall

and then dinner.

And this is meant as a gesture to Mena.

You planning a wedding
for Dwayne's mama,

you're gonna do it right.

You know, honestly, Rita,

we're not renting Jackson Square;

it's a ceremony in my backyard

and a reception in Dwayne's bar.

It'll be four bands,

five, tops.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, don't say anything. We're family.

No, I know.

Well, I-I wish you were here, too.

Feels like forever
since I got a proper hug.

Yeah. Love you, Laurel.

She's disappointed.

Uh, she just wishes she
could be here in person.

I told her we'd make sure
to call her from the wedding.

- Or-or after.
- Yeah.

I guess...

everyone's excited.

Yeah. How about you?

Me? Well...

I'm the cat who got the canary.

Okay, in this metaphor, I'm a bird?

Mm...

Hey, listen, um, I'm
gonna go see Mena today.

Finally tell her about Connor.

I don't want it to be a surprise
when she gets to the ceremony.

Yeah. Are you gonna take him with you?

Well...

Hey, good morning.

Hey.

Where you going?

Breakfast.

Uh, I brought in some pastries.

I'm good. I just need coffee.

Well, I got a fresh pot right here.

I want to be alone, okay?

Okay. But, um...

One thing.

Last night was tough.

Conversation you had with your mom.

If you want to talk...

I don't.

It doesn't have to be with me.

But it should be with someone.

Is talking gonna somehow fix the fact

that my mother lied to me my whole life?

That she betrayed me? That she proved

in one conversation that
there is no one in the world

that I can trust and
that it was your idea?

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Connor. Your mother had
to tell you everything.

Why? What good does it do?

You deserve to know the
truth, about her, about me.

Convenient, 'cause now I'll
see you're this good guy

- and she's...
- She's your mother,

who cares about you.

So do I. And if for any reason,

- you can't be with her...
- Oh, I can.

I only came back last night
'cause I needed some space,

but we're not family all of a sudden.

That's exactly what we are.

Whatever happens,

I'm here.

Rita and Jimmy, too.

Look, I know you need time to think,

but you're not alone.

Can I get my coffee?

You really shouldn't
be out here by yourself.

Your mother has a lot of enemies, and...

Ten minutes.

All right, then come right
back to the apartment?

Or what?

You'll send the FBI after me?

I won't have to. 'Cause you'll be back.

You can have the apartment
the rest of the day,

no one will bother you.

What are you doing, Lee?

- My job.
- Stalking teenagers

is a little below your pay grade.

You say teenager, I
say person of interest.

Connor has nothing to do
with his mother's crimes.

He's a Broussard.

And you'd do the same thing in my shoes.

The bar she bombed killed six men.

If you had any solid evidence,

you wouldn't be harassing her son.

Right now, that kid
may be the only thing

keeping Broussard from
disappearing forever.

Oh, where is she gonna go?

She got no friends, no money.

You know better than anyone,

Sasha's still got moves to make.

You think you're doing
the right thing here,

but this isn't going away,

no matter how much you want it to.

What's that look?

What? This is my face.

No, that's your self-satisfied
face. What gives?

Well, I might have found
the perfect wedding present

for Pride and Rita.

And I'm willing to let
you go halfsies with me.

I'm good.

But you haven't even heard what it is.

Sebastian, you have
many great qualities...

I know.

Giving gifts is not one of them.

- What? I'm a great gift giver.
- Oh?

Yeah.

The ferret thing was a bad idea.

All right? But that was almost worth it

for the pun that I put inside the card.

It took Isler a month to find
a home for those little rodents.

The... ferrets aren't
rodents, all right?

So what are you getting them?

Couples magic lessons.

A whole year.

Hey, I got a red flag.

Yeah, so do I.

A Navy officer reported
U.A. two days ago in Greece.

Lieutenant Graham Morgan,

stationed at NSA Souda Bay.

What does this have to do with us?

His passport was used three
hours ago to enter the U.S.

at Louis Armstrong International.

Well, a U.A. sailor
doesn't normally fall to us.

What's the angle?

No, it wouldn't, but NCISRU

just received this from TSA.

Who's that? Who's he with?

That's the million-dollar question.

He traveled under a passport

with the name Erik Ahmad.

And I'm guessing that is not Erik Ahmad.

Well, they look similar
enough to be brothers,

but the real Erik Ahmad

didn't even know his
passport was missing.

So what does Lieutenant
Morgan do for the Navy?

Oversees the Munitions
Command Detachment.

- Weapons and explosives.
- And he just slipped

into the country with a man
traveling on a stolen passport.

Agent Gregorio,

- you have a visitor.
- Hi.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

- Can I steal you for a quick sec?
- No, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Two seconds, guys, okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey, Kara.
- Hi. What's going on?

Is everything okay?

Actually, it's pretty great, I think.

- What? Tell me.
- We got the place.

The place. What place?
The-the place on Oak Street?

- Mm-hmm.
- I thought they had an accepted offer.

They did. It fell through.

So it's ours if we still want it.

- We still want it, right?
- Yes.

This is amazing.

- No, this is amazing.
- Um...

Baby, our own house.

We could be there next month.

That's great.

- It is, right? Yeah.
- It's so great.

- Yeah.
- Why are you being weird?

I'm not. I'm not. It's nothing.

It's like all the air

- No...
- just came out of your tires.

- No, no, no. I'm sorry.
- Tell me why.

It's just Sebastian.

He's gonna be freaked out
that it's actually happening.

Baby, Sebastian will be fine.

- You think so?
- Yes.

- I don't know.
- And you know what else is awesome?

What?

I'm not the one that
has to break it to him.

Oh, I thought I knew you.

Bye.

Oh, God.

Dwayne.

We need to talk.

Yeah, I'm kind of busy.

Your FBI friends

left their calling card at my office.

What would you expect?
You brought it on yourself.

Oh. You always know exactly what to say.

Now what do you want?

It's Connor.

Is he ready to come home?

No.

I can just barely keep
him back at my place.

He won't talk about last night.

I told him not to.

Whatever I said was between him and me,

and I made it clear that
you would be the first

to use it against me.

Well, that's a heavy load
for him to carry by himself.

He's not alone. He's got me.

Well, as far as he's
concerned, he's got no one.

And he won't trust me
'cause you told him not to.

You know what, Dwayne,
will you just keep him safe

until he cools down and comes home?

- Look, Sasha, we got to be able to...
- No.

Jimmy's gonna pick me up
and take me over to Loretta's

so I can help decorate.

Well, you-you sure you want to do that?

I'm fine. I got my vaccines,
I got, I got my strength.

I want to help.

Well... then you'll help.

Something's weighing on you.

I got something I want
to talk to you about.

But I just don't know how to start.

You know, baby, this is good news.

I think you should just spit it out.

Laurel's not very good at
keeping any secrets from me.

She told you?

About Connor, yes, she did.

Oh, my...

I want to hear all about
him. What's he like?

He, uh...

He's spirited and-and stubborn.

Well, he'll fit right
in, then, won't he?

Oh, you two.

I want to meet him.

I-I would like you to.

It's just that right now,
he's barely talking to me.

Teenagers are challenging.

I speak from experience.

I wasn't difficult, was I?

Now, who's the one
with the memory problem?

You're not always gonna see eye to eye.

And everyone has to find their own way.

The best thing that you can do

is just be there for him.

And love him.

Hey, Carter, I think I got a positive ID

on the guy Lieutenant Morgan tried to

smuggle into the country.

Faisal Suleiman.

27-year-old Syrian national.

Yeah, son of General Tariq Suleiman,

Al-Assad's intelligence chief.

Dude's more than that. Over
the past couple of years,

several of Assad's
detractors have been killed.

One in London, another in Geneva,

and a third in Amsterdam.

And the general is suspected
of orchestrating the hits.

Running a network of Syrian hit teams.

- Faisal in the family business?
- Not that we've been

able to figure out so far.

We know that he went
to Damascus University,

got a degree in
engineering, but he's kept

a low profile... No
social media accounts.

Anything in Lieutenant
Morgan's jacket to explain

why he might be working
with the Syrians?

His record is squeaky-clean.

Yeah, it could be he's
getting coerced somehow.

Okay, so, he brought the son

of one of the most
dangerous men in Syria

to New Orleans to do what?

Lieutenant Morgan's
expertise is in munitions.

So whatever it is, can't be good.

What is that?

Congolese Kivu?

Oh, you need a new hobby.

- You're getting good at that.
- Oh?

Mmm. Very nice.

Mm-hmm?

Mm-hmm, very nice.

You're not correcting my technique.

You want something.

So there's a wedding.

- There is.
- Mm-hmm. We'll both be there.

I got an invitation. Oh,
so did I. Should we...

we go together?

Are you asking me to be your plus-one?

Well, I mean...

one present, one car.

- It is efficient.
- Yeah.

But would it be wise? I
mean, we'd have to tell Pride.

Oh, please.

Pride already know about you two.

Half of New Orleans know.

All right, did you come
in here to embarrass us

or is this case-related?

Why not both?

Did you get a hit on Lieutenant Morgan

- and Faisal Suleiman?
- Not yet.

But I know where they been.

Pulled up Lieutenant Morgan's
credit card statements.

I found charges to a hotel in Athens.

And I got the local police to
give me some security footage

going back the past month.

That's Lieutenant Morgan?

Yeah. Dude's working hard

not to be recognized.

And a few minutes later,

Faisal Suleiman.

How often did these two meet?

Twice in the past month.

But Lieutenant Morgan's been
going to this hotel for a while.

They could be planning something,

- but why come to New Orleans?
- I did some digging.

I might have an idea.

These men were arrested six months ago

in Memphis on weapons violations.

Turns out they were living
under false identities

with money funded through
Syrian intelligence.

- Any connection to General Suleiman?
- Evidently,

he's really good at covering his tracks.

I think the son is here to finish

whatever these guys were planning.

You said that these three
were using fake identities.

Faisal and Morgan needed
legitimate IDs, too.

Okay, let's focus on
that. Track all known

and suspected document dealers.

We get their IDs, we can find them.

If you're gonna just linger there,

you want to give me a hand?

Yeah, okay.

Oh, listen, man, about the other night.

I want to apologize if I came on strong.

You know, about your mama.

You were just telling me the truth.

Yeah, but it wasn't really my place.

She told me herself.

I could tell she was holding back.

But I read the articles.
I know what she really did.

What the rest of my family did.

That's hard.

It's in the blood.

Nah, no, it's not.

I tried to burn down this bar.

Yeah, what you did was dumb.

And dangerous.

But it doesn't define you.

The sins of the parents
don't transfer to the child.

I know something about that.

Your father...

Yeah.

Cassius was bad in many ways,
but he was also good to me.

Well, sometimes, at least.

Anyway, I'm not my father.

And you are not your mother.

- She was all that I had.
- Nah, nah.

She-she's not. You got us.

But you're not my family.

I know it doesn't feel that way yet,

but I'm hoping someday
that's gonna change.

I heard you play the guitar.

Yeah.

Pride and Rita's wedding.

Now, we got some live music going,

but it'd be great if
you could play a little.

I...

Jimmy, I don't-I don't... That's...

Well, think about it.

I feel like if I were a master forger,

I wouldn't want to live here.

You know, we've visited,
what, five so far?

I feel like I'm an expert in
the whole forger aesthetic.

Yeah.

Hey, I know what's bothering you. Okay?

It's the magic lessons.

It's cool. I'm gonna
pay for them on my own.

It's not the magic lessons.

It's not? Thank God, because
they are so expensive.

I don't even have the
money to pay for the...

I'm not paying for
magic lessons, Sebastian.

It doesn't bother me saying it.

Okay, what-what aren't
you saying, then?

Well, a house Kara and I
were looking at opened up,

and we're taking it and moving in,

and that means I'm moving out.

And I was afraid to tell you.

Are you talking about
the place on-on Oak Street

with the cute blue shutters?

- Yeah. Are you mad?
- What?

No, I'm thrilled.

- You are?
- Yes!

Oh, my God, this is awesome.

- Okay.
- Yeah. Dude, you've been talking about

moving out for weeks, you know?

And I've been waiting
for something to click

so I can enact my plan,
which is to turn your room

into a state-of-the-art
soundproof video game den.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Well, that's good.

No, it's gonna be awesome.

And look at this. Patton says

the meeting with the forger's on.

- Great.
- Ex-roomie.

Yeah.

You sure you're okay with everything?

Oh, yeah, I'm relieved.

I mean, honestly, I
was worried I was gonna

have to kick you out.

May I help you?

Uh... yeah, we're looking for Sammy.

Sammy who? Oh, just Sammy.

Yeah, we have an appointment.

I think you officers
have the wrong house.

Huh. Well, do you live here alone?

Well, for over 30 years.

Someone is playing a prank on you.

Must be. Okay.

- Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
- That's okay.

Weird.

Is it me or did she not
have three locks engaged

when we walked up?

And how did she know we were cops?

We didn't even flash our
badges. Mine was covered.

She's Sammy.

- She's a runner.
- Wait, what?

Not doing that.

NCIS!

Let me see those hands!

Now!

Go to hell, pigs!

Ugh, God. That's one nasty granny.

Upside of converting the bar
to a pandemic food pantry is

there's plenty of booze left over

for a reception.

This place has been sorely
missing a lively affair.

Yeah.

Whoa.

How's Connor doing up there?

Well, he was staying quiet.

I'm worried about him.

Eh, he'll come around. No, no.

I'm not worried about that.

It's the FBI. They're all over him.

- He's just a boy.
- Yeah.

Well, they don't see it that way.

They see a path to taking Sasha down.

They go through Connor
to get to his mother,

he will blame himself for
whatever happens to her.

I'm doing whatever I can

to stop that from happening.

Hey. Where is Connor?

Upstairs.

Why are you here?

Because he will not answer
any of my calls or my texts,

and I need him back with me.

Now's not the time.

Oh.

I am done taking
parenting advice from you.

I do not like him being here.

Aw, y'all having a party?

It's a little celebration for a friend.

Yes, the wedding.

I heard.

Congratulations.

Oh, good, you're alive.

- What are you doing here?
- I was beginning to worry

they had you tied up and gagged.

Baby, go grab your things.
I'm gonna take you home.

No.

Look, Connor, maybe this is...

No, just... stay out of it.

Babe, I know that you are angry.

But I just want to
explain things to you...

No. No more talking or explaining.

See, I can't take the lies.

Baby, I'm not lying...

You need to stay away from me.

Dwayne, we've got a problem.

Special Agent Pride, I need
you to stand back, please. Now.

Come on. Don't do this.

Not in front of Connor.

- You're gonna detain me again?
- We're not here for Ms. Broussard.

Connor Davenport,

turn around and place your
hands behind your back, please.

Really?

Oh...

Hands behind your back.

Mom?

What?

Oh, my God.

I don't want your excuses, Ted.

I want my boy back.

Since when are you afraid of the FBI?

Oh, well, then maybe I
need to get a new attorney.

No... you know I can't
actually get another attorney.

Hard not to feel for her, as a mother.

I'd do anything if my
kids were in FBI custody.

Oh, anything within reason. But Sasha?

You're worried she's gonna
drag Dwayne into something?

I'm convinced of it.

He needs to tread carefully.

Not sure that's possible.

He'll fight as hard as
she will to protect Connor.

Of course I'm gonna pay you,
but they froze my assets.

Will you just listen?

Hey, hey. Where is he?

FBI's transporting him
downtown for holding.

Why are you letting them do that?

Not my call... he threw a
Molotov cocktail into this bar.

You said that you
wouldn't press charges.

- I didn't.
- Dwayne is a federal agent who was present

at the time of the attack.

The FBI doesn't need

his cooperation to press charges.

They can't do this.

I'm the one that they want.

And they're using Connor to get to you.

Yes, I know it's all my fault!

Look, what matters now

is what the boy needs, and what he needs

most of all is cooperation
from both of you.

What he needs is an attorney.

My guy won't take it on.

But you're the big-time lawyer.

Why don't you help
your fiancé's son out?

- Not fair to ask.
- No, she's right.

I can help Connor.

But not by representing him.

I'm gonna represent you.

Rita.

Connor's the one who really needs you.

I know, and I will
make sure that he gets

the best attorney possible.

I've already got an idea of who to call.

But the only person that can really

make this go away is Sasha.

What do you mean?

FBI and the U.S. Attorney want her bad.

They're gonna turn the screws
on Connor until Sasha gives.

Unless...

And I'm hoping you're as
smart as I think you are...

That would mean that
you've got something

stashed away for a rainy day.

Something to trade.

Possibly.

Good. We'll draw up some papers

and I'll be your attorney of record.

Then you'll tell me everything.

I'm not sure this is a good idea.

Trust Rita, Dwayne.

Ah. Agent Lee agreed
to let me see Connor,

make sure he's okay.

I have to... let them know.

Oh, wait, I got a better
idea... I could turn your room

into an escape room.

You know?

I could switch out the
puzzles every few months.

Yeah, hi.

Um, two men in their 30s.

Uh, they would've
checked in under the names

Edgar Arlidge or Horace Throckmorton.

Thanks. You know,

I could have different
themes, too, you know...

Okay, nothing on those two
names in the flight database.

They haven't left town,
at least not by air.

Yeah, but what should I do?
Should I do the game room

- or the escape room...
- Why are you so cool with this?

- What, with you moving out?
- Yeah.

Because it's long overdue.

You got a problem with
me as your roommate?

Yeah, a lot, but that's not the point.

That's nice.

Cool, never mind.

Hey.

Hey!

I love you.

Okay, when I say it's long overdue,

I don't mean for me, I mean for you.

I mean, I could live with your messy

obnoxious habits forever, okay?

But you got to move on. I'm gonna be...

strong about it or whatever.

Well, I love you too, nugget.

And not just because

you know how to fold a
fitted mattress sheet.

I can totally teach you
how to do that, by the way.

Eh, seems more like a Kara job to me.

Yeah, hi.

Wait, really?

No, we-we've got a couple other agents

out there already checking other places.

Just don't-don't do anything
until they get there, okay?

Hold on one second.

Will you call Hannah and Carter?

- Yeah.
- Tell them that the bogus names

that Granny got for Morgan and Faisal

just checked into a
motel under the Huey P.

All right, cool.

Hey.

Manager told Sebastian
they're in room 109.

All right, Morgan is a
weapons expert, so be careful.

Yeah, I always am.

Hey, there they are.

Federal agents! Stop!

Go, go, go.

Get alongside of him, we cut him off.

They're gonna get somebody killed.

I'm trying to get ahead of them.

- Car!
- I see it!

Got to end this.

Okay, I'm gonna try a PIT maneuver.

It's okay.

No, please, please! He needs help!

It's all right, it's all
right. Breathe, breathe, okay?

Faisal, Faisal, I love you, okay?

I love you, just stay still, okay?

Don't move it, don't move
it, don't move it. Don't move.

It's okay.

Counselor.

Ms. Broussard.

So, we're doing this?

Yeah. Fired my attorney to hire you.

I never asked your hourly rates, though.

Maybe I can't afford you.

Oh, I'm not sure I would trust
where the money would come from.

Pro bono's best.

And I'm not sure I trust you
to advocate for my interests,

given my past with your fiancé.

Whatever you say to me is protected.

No pillow talk.

Let's stay on point. We both
want the same thing here.

Well, I want my son to be free
and you want to protect Dwayne.

Dwayne wants to protect
Connor and so do I.

Anything else is irrelevant.

Guess we'll find out.

What do you have to show me?

My pandora's box.

I have spent years collecting this.

My get out of jail free card.

What is all of this?

It's enough dirt to bury half
the criminal organizations

across the Southeast.

How is he?

A few broken ribs, a torn rotator cuff.

He's gonna need surgery, uh,
no internal injuries though.

- Oh, thank God.
- We've got it from here.

Can I see Faisal?

Well, if you have any hope
of ever seeing him again,

you better start talking.

What were you doing sneaking a
Syrian national into the U.S.?

They would have killed him if I didn't.

All right, why don't we, uh...

why don't we start at the beginning?

I was on leave. Santorini.

Went alone.

He was staying at the same hotel.

We kept running into each other and...

I don't know.

Every time I looked into
his eyes, it was like...

When you're done, you're done.

We just connected.

Right from the start. It didn't matter

how differently we'd been brought up.

It was only ten days, but...

well, we knew we couldn't be apart.

Except you're gay, and
that can be a death sentence

in Syria.

We were both back in
Athens and a colleague

of Faisal's spotted
us together one night.

You couldn't cover?

He knew what he saw.

Faisal's father would
find out soon enough.

You didn't try diplomatic channels?

What channels?

The U.S. doesn't have
relations with Syria.

There was nowhere for safe
harbor. Not in Europe, at least.

- So you smuggled him here.
- I know I deserted my post.

Okay? I know I'm in trouble.

But he's in danger.

You have to help.

Hey, Connor.

You okay?

They said that this was
about your bar. Did you...

Nah, I had no part in it.

It's the FBI.

So can I leave?

I promised you

I'd be straight with you.

And I will.

FBI's using you to get to your mother.

Threatening to charge you

if she doesn't turn herself in.

That bombing at the club?

Among other things.

She did it?

FBI thinks so.

And you?

Yes.

So I'm not going anywhere.

You got to hold on a little longer.

'Cause we're working on getting you out.

I'll try, I...

Connor?

Trust me.

Please tell me that you found
someone to represent Connor.

Celia Durant. She's good.
She'll see him in the morning.

Oh, I'd rather it was you.

I know, Dwayne, but believe me,

I'll have a lot more
influence representing Sasha.

Was she willing to confess
to the club bombing?

She won't need to.

She has something else to trade.

Well, I can't talk specifics,

you know that.

But over the years,

she's collected information.

Yeah, but how do we know
it's not another scam?

Like trying to pin the
bombing on Joe Barns?

'Cause I've seen what she has.

It's bona fide.

Enough for a proffer

to clear both Connor and herself?

- We got a shot.
- When you going in?

I've reached out to the
U.S. Attorney's office.

They're gonna see us in the morning.

Okay.

Well, Faisal Suleiman's
surgery went well.

He's gonna get discharged today.

Good news, bad news.

Syrian intelligence knows
Faisal's in the country.

The Syrian government
contacted the State Department.

Ah, general wants his son back.

Yeah, only to persecute
him for being gay.

It feels like Faisal has
a decent asylum claim.

Except he committed a felony
to get into the country.

It makes him ineligible.

That's Tammy.

Says Faisal's about to,
uh, leave the hospital now.

Tell Tammy to keep him there
so I can ask him some questions.

There may be something
in his history I can use.

I'm not quite sure what
we're supposed to do here.

No way we leave this hospital
without Faisal being detained.

That's right. We're gonna
be the ones detaining.

- How's that gonna help?
- We take him into custody for questioning.

No one can touch him.

You have to find an immigration lawyer

and file an asylum claim.

We're gonna do
everything we can to help.

- Okay? Just...
- Faisal Suleiman?

I'm Diplomatic Security Agent
Griera, this is Agent Everford.

Will you please come with us?

Whoa, whoa. Slow your roll.
We're NCIS. He's with us.

- How's that?
- He's wanted

for questioning in
an open investigation.

You can bring that up with
the secretary of state.

We're first in line on this guy.

Agree to disagree.

Mr. Suleiman is to be debriefed

before deportation.

It's a matter of national security.

Why, because of who his father is?

General Suleiman is
an enemy of the state,

responsible for multiple assassinations.

Yeah. That's the dad, this is the son.

I've got an order of deportation signed

by an immigration judge.

And the secretary's
office on speed dial.

You want to play hardball?

Wait, he hasn't even had a hearing yet.

Sir, you'll have to come with us.

- No. What's going on? You said...
- Lieutenant.

I'm sorry.

This is a valid order.

Do not worry.

- I'll be fine.
- Faisal...

Thank you, Kyle.

- We'll be in touch.
- Okay.

How'd it go?

Go ahead, tell him the good news.

We got a deal.

Connor?

Right behind you.

Can you take me back to the apartment?

- I need a shower.
- Of course, baby.

No. Rita.

I... Yeah.

Sure. Uh, come on.

You did the right thing.

I sold out a dozen business associates

to get my son out of jail
and me in the line of fire.

FBI offered you WITSEC, right?

WITSEC is a blunt instrument.

You know what it means?
It means cutting ties off

with everyone I have ever known,

and that's a little bit like dying.

But you'll be safe.

Nobody's ever been killed in WITSEC.

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna live in a double wide?

Wait tables in Texarkana

for the rest of my life?

That is everything I
have worked to avoid.

But, um, this is what
you wanted, isn't it?

Connor free? Yeah.

To cut me out of his life.

- Stop.
- Oh. Ever since you found out

he was yours.

I couldn't have planned
it better myself, Dwayne.

Okay...

I just didn't think that you were so...

conniving.

Okay, the immigration lawyer
was able to speak to Faisal.

Is he all right? Where is he?

He's still in New Orleans.
A writ of habeas corpus

was filed because he didn't
receive his due process.

Does that mean he can stay?

No. The court will likely deny the writ.

Yeah, but it buys us some
time. A little, at least.

We need an angle.

Something to bargain with

that'll trump the state's jurisdiction.

You say Faisal works as a
structural engineer in Syria,

right? Do you know what kind
of projects he worked on?

I mean, I-I know a
few things, I-I guess.

Well, what do you remember?

Well, he hated the military,

and he wanted to focus
on helping people.

Rebuilding infrastructure
in war-torn areas.

Okay. What kind of infrastructure?

Well, schools and hospitals, he thought,

but then they ordered him to
focus on government buildings.

Syrian government buildings?

That's what he said.

You think he had access

to the blueprints?

I think so.

That's our angle.

No, man, but thanks for
bringing me with you.

- Yeah.
- I can't stare at any more walls.

Nah, man, fresh air's what
you need after being in a cell.

You've been there?

Yeah, it was a long time
ago. But the memory stays.

I mean, the apartment doesn't help.

It's like trading one cell for another.

Well, hold on. That's not
true, you know that's not true.

Dwayne's just trying to keep you safe.

Anyway, the wedding will
be a nice change of pace,

if you decide to go.

I'm gonna. I'm gonna play guitar, too.

- If you still want me to.
- What? That's great, man.

- Yeah? What...
- Really...

- Oh, geez.
- Let him go... Hey...

Jimmy!

Stop!

Just grab the kid.

- Somebody help! Call the police!
- We got to go.

- Now!
- Hey! Hey!

Hey, what's going on over there?

Help!

Jimmy!

Jimmy, come on!

They came out of nowhere.

They were after for Connor.

They tried to take him.

Can you give me any
kind of a description?

Uh, yeah, it was nothing

but masks and fists,

- maybe a couple of boots.
- My son, that's...

My son's in there. I
need to get in there.

- Please, let me in. Please!
- This is a crime scene.

Officer.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Mom.

I got your text, honey.

Let me see you.

Okay. I know, you're scared.

It's okay. I'm here now for you, baby.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Jimmy's hurt pretty bad.

Honey, don't worry.

Who were those men?

I-I don't know.

But it's because of what you did, right?

What you told the FBI to get me free?

I mean, everyone's in danger now.

No, it's not your fault.

But they didn't want
Jimmy, they wanted me.

He's right, Dwayne.

He's not safe here.

Come...

Don't worry. It's gonna be all right.

If this doesn't work,

then Faisal goes back to
Syria and he'll be executed.

How is that all right?

Just don't give up. Okay?

You have one very stubborn
New Yorker fighting for you.

Sebastian!

Come on.

Faisal's being granted
political asylum in exchange

for information concerning
the government buildings

he worked on in Syria.

Oh, my God. That's amazing.

- You can stay?
- Yes.

But first I have to go with this agent.

I need to debrief him.

Uh, how long's that gonna take?

It's a process. It'll take some time.

Then he'll have to meet
with intelligence officials.

Yeah, plus you're gonna have
your own stuff to deal with.

I know.

I'm sorry about all of this.

I'm not.

I would do it all again if I had to.

And look, w-we'll
testify on your behalf.

You know, With a good JAG
lawyer, hopefully you guys

- will be together soon.
- Yeah.

Mm, thank you.

Wow, you guys didn't
waste any time, did you?

- Hey.
- Come on, baby, be brave.

This is not an ending, it's
a new beginning. Remember?

- I'm totally cool.
- And you know

you're always welcome
at our place any time.

Well, within reason.

Yeah... What?

Well, anyway,

I knew this day was gonna come,

so... I went and I got you guys

a housewarming present.

- You're the best.
- Thank you.

You really are the best.

What is it?

It's a pillow.

With your face on it.

Yeah, on both sides.

Yeah.

So you can be with us all the time.

- Mm-hmm.
- This isn't going on the bed.

- Are you sure?
- Connor's doing fine.

He's home.

Just a few scuffs and bruises.

And I think I finally convinced him

that he is safer in the apartment.

He was lucky, Dwayne.

Who were those men?

Sasha?

Come on.

You must have some idea.

Could... could have
been a lot of people.

Could have been the Dixie Mafia,

or Beverly's family.

There's folks in Kansas City

who really don't like me.

There's... there's
always gonna be someone.

Making that proffer

was the only thing I
could do to help Connor.

I know.

But it put a target

on both of our backs.

As long as he's out there,

people are gonna try to
get to me through him.

I've changed my mind about WITSEC.

Wherever's not here is our best chance.

Our?

Well, I'm-I'm bringing Connor with me.

No. Sasha, no.

No...

No. He...

You-you'd cut off from
everyone that he's ever known.

I am the only one he's ever known.

You have been good to him.

But please,

he needs to be with me.

What other choice do I have
if I want to protect him?

If he stays, he'll always be a target.

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