All language subtitles for en NCIS S11E19 Crescent City (2)

♪ Well, my mama told me

♪ And my papa told me, too

♪ Well, my mama told me...

Mmm. I've never even
heard of debris.

It's really good.

The food in this city's
incredible.

Can you pass the biscuits?

Oh.

I'm gonna just... one.You know something, Brody?

I think we're having
a bonding moment here.

Over breakfast?

Over appreciating
the little things.

[phone rings][laughs softly]

Pride.

Mmm. Thank you.

You sure?

All right. Thanks.

We got a body
in the wetlands.

Looks like there's
connectivity to Privileged.

Mmm, can I j... just finish

these grits real quick,
and then we'll...

Got to move.What about Gibbs and Bishop?

They're hitching a ride
with Doc Wade.

BISHOP:
It's beautiful.

Reminds me
of the country roads back home.

Where's that?Oklahoma.

Ah.[chuckles]

I helped open a clinic
for the Chickasaw

in Grady County
a few years back.

Oh, they're...
hard-working, good people.

You raised here, local?

Mmm. Santa Fe originally,

then I spent some
time in Austin,

went up to Cambridge, Mass,
before I found down here.

Harvard?I traded in the crimson for
the purple and gold. [chuckles]

Either one of you know anything
about college football?

Nah.

Not much.I got the crawfish

in my blood now, so don't
be putting down my Tigers.

This town...

really gets into your DNA.

I flew out here for
a visit in '97.

Still got the return ticket.

I know folks die the same here
as everywhere else,

but in New Orleans...
most people depart

with a good heart
and a whole lot of soul.

You Cajun
jitterbug, Gibbs?

[laughing]:
No, ma'am.

[laughs]

Me, neither.

But I'll tell you,
we ought to learn.

Life goes by too fast.

Ah,

one thing this job
teaches you is,

you just got to keep on dancing.

Amen to that, Doc.

You good?

Never better.

How's that coffee taste?

It's terrible.

Made it myself.

[laughs]

Sorry, baby, we're closed.

We reopen in about...

Whoa.

Give me the money.Uh...

Do it.

No problem.

WAITRESS:
Just... relax.

Relax, okay?

Okay. Just...

here.

Federal agent.

Put down the gun.

You won't shoot me.

[grunts]

I didn't shoot...

but I should take a belt
to your punk ass.

What is this?

Why do I miss all the fun?

Anyone got any handcuffs
I could borrow?

Got a body in Barataria.

Might be tied to Privileged.

Copy that.
Let's roll.

You always start your
mornings in a bar?

This is New Orleans.

It might be daylight,
but the evening's still young.

Any I.D.?

LaSALLE: Louisiana Wildlife
and Fisheries license

says he's Henry Waynesgaard
from Thibodaux.

WADE:
If he still had a liver,
I'd be able to probe it.

Gators probably ate
the damn thing.

Ate some of his toes, too,
for an appetizer.

WADE: Yeah, maggots are chewing
on him-- been dead a while.

Okay, come on, first
one to establish

time of death gets one of
my award-winning Bloody Marys.

By the level of
decomp, I'd say, uh,

two, maybe three weeks.

I hope you like Bloody Marys
spicy, Christopher.

WADE:
Okay, two puncture wounds

in the abdomen.

And by the looks
of that bone chip,

I'd say his throat was cut
pretty good, too.

Same M.O. as Privileged.

Who found the body?

Old Maurice over there
owns a...

swamp tour business
out of Lafitte Park.

He and a boat full
of Japanese tourists

found him here
in the water.

Yeah, they thought
it was a fake skeleton,

like in a carnival ride.

I've got cloth fibers...

under the victim's fingernails.

Could be
the killer's clothing.

Got a tire track over
here in the mud.

PRIDE: Actual boat ramp
is located upriver.

This is where our copycat
dumped McLane.

Current carried the remains
from here down to the marina.

I'll get a cast of these treads.Talk to the family.

Confirm how long
Mr. Waynesgaard was missing.

That'll help us get closer
to time of death.

If he wasn't military
or public service,

then why kill him?

He saw a copycat that night
face-to-face.

It's what got him killed.

[long, deep sigh]

Brown paper packages
are my favorite things.

This is from our blonde
probie down in the Big Easy.

It's probably
just a souvenir.

"A serial killer's on
the loose, and all I got

was this lousy T-shirt."

No, this...
this feels different.

Maybe it's a tasty
Southern treat.

Coffee beans...
soaked in chicory.

Maybe some beads
I can throw at women

after they show me their...Is that actually legal?

I don't know.

Sometimes rules are meant
to be broken, Tim.

Just open the box.

It's a voodoo doll
that looks just like you.

Right down to

the insincere grin.
What does the note say?

"Little Tony will bring you
good luck and happiness."

That's not funny.
There's nothing funny about

voodoo ever since I saw Live and Let Die
when I was a kid.

It's a doll.
It's a stuffed toy.

So is Chucky.[phone ringing]

Hey, boss.

When?

Yeah, we're on it.

Bad news.

They found
another body.

Same M.O. as Privileged.

[sighs]
Bad news or... bad luck?

VANCE:
Thank you again, Warden.

We appreciate your cooperation.

The world knew Victor Lorta
as the Privileged killer.

I'm hoping that
these letters you saved

will offer some insight
into the man as well.

Yes. Thank you.
We'll speak again soon.

Let me guess.

Victor Lorta

maintained some significant

letter-writing relationships.

Nobody writes letters anymore.

Except maximum-security
prisoners who don't have

access to Wi-Fi.

VANCE: When Agent McLane
arrested the Privileged killer,

he was a two-bit salesman.

Overnight, the case
became front-page news.

The Fed Five gained
national recognition.

Lorta became a celebrity.

When it comes
to public curiosity,

murderers are more intriguing
than heroes of war.

The more
Lorta claimed

he was innocent, the more
he developed a fan base.

Some people collect
photos of movie stars...

And others prefer to correspond
with the devil incarnate.

The warden at the prison
where Lorta was housed,

he knew he was unique.

Kept every note
and every letter after he died.

You think our copycat might be

one of these
letter-writing nutjobs?

Well, it's a long shot,
I know, but these...

these people admired Lorta.

Makes sense
that they might mimic him.

Well, Director, you enlisted my

psychological expertise, so...

I am eager
and very willing

to find out what
Lorta's fan club has to say.

And if, indeed, there
is a copycat out there...

Maybe one of his pen pals
is continuing his legacy.

BRODY:
We know there's no logical link

to connect
Waynesgaard

to the Privileged murders.

No public service,

no military background.

So prove Agent Gibbs's theory.

What's this?

Oh. Sorry. That's... that's

one of mine right there.Your what exactly?

One of my brother's LEGO bricks.

You're kidding, right?

Oh, we don't kid about LEGO.

You play with toys at work?

Oh, it's not toys.
I make sculptures.

Landmarks, buildings.

What is that?What is that? That...

Is that a serious question?

It's the Superdome.[scoffs]

Huh.
He made a really good
Preservation Hall, too.

With the musicians.

Out of LEGO bricks?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I started doing it
at the Children's Hospital

a few years back after Katrina.

Kids like playing
with them.

[phone ringing]

Brody.

Hello?

Hello?

Another hang-up?
Third today.

Probably has
something to do with

the business cards I left
at Doyle's crime scene.

Maybe a witness.
Let's head over there.

Give them someone
to talk to.

LaSALLE:
I'll take Gibbs

and Bishop.
PRIDE:
Can't.

They're at the Jefferson
Parish Lab with Hobbs.

You left them
alone with Hobbs?

What's so bad about Hobbs?

[chuckles]

[blues playing
on electric keyboard]

How long do we
let him play for?

Uh, Pride says it relaxes him.

It helps him think.

Um, Mr. Hobbs...

Call me Wendell.
GIBBS:
Wendell,

we need the crime-scene results.

DNA under Henry Waynesgaard's
fingernails was compromised.

But those military
textile fibers Loretta found--

those turned out
to be almost 70 years old.

You saying the copycat is older?

No, sir.
I'm saying the jacket was.

I'm saying your killer

probably likes
to play Navy dress-up.

Clothes could come
from a thrift store

or old military surplus.

He likes the way
they make him feel.

Likes what they turn him into.

TONY:
Based on these letters,

Lorta was a big hit
with the ladies.

Some people get a thrill out of
communicating with the deranged.

Like taunting the
lion at the zoo.

As long as the danger's
behind bars, they're safe.

I just found a letter CC'd
to then-Agent McLane

and someone named Josef Hanlon.

Hanlon.
TONY:
Yeah, he's one of

the congressman's
sugar daddies.

Big financial sponsor
out of North Carolina.

Lives here in DC now.

Go see Hanlon.

Find out why one of
Lorta's whack-jobs

contacted him directly.

Stand here long enough,
the caller might notice.

LaSALLE:
Second-story windows
have the best view.

Folks are afraid to talk.

We could offer
a reward or something.

Got a coupon for Waffle
House in my wallet.

This your crime scene?

Which one of you is Brody?

I am.

Found your card.

You're a long way
from home, baby.

How old are you?Old enough
to make a deal.

These eyes don't lie.

Something the other
night woke me up.

Yeah, what time
was that, 7:00?

Shut up, tool.
I look out the window.

Girl that got in the car
never got out.

Somebody in there
with her?
Yeah.

But I can't recall
what he looked like.

Maybe Andrew Jackson
could help me remember.

The guy that got
out of the car

wore a white uniform jacket.

Never saw his face.

Joker took off
like a bat out of hell.

What'd you say
your name was again?

The streets have no name.

But I have your number,

remember?

MAN:
Congressman McLane was
a visionary for the South.

He understood
how we cling to tradition

but still welcome change.

Dan had a bright future
ahead of him in politics.

But he was
a terribly stubborn man.

Especially when it came
to issues of personal security.

He had bodyguards, right,

Mr. Hanlon?

Occasionally. [chuckles]

He insisted he was
better trained than they were.

But there was one fan
who made us all take notice.

Emil Titus

was his name.

The one who CC'd you
on that letter.

Did you report Emil Titus
to the police?

Of course.

You have to remember,

my company has had its share

of disgruntled workers
over the years.

We employ
an entire security force,

so I thought
we could handle it internally.

Perhaps that
was a mistake.

Do you have a mailing
address for Titus?

There was none
on the letter.

I kept files.

They're in, uh,
boxes in the closet.

You mind waiting?

It's a nice family.

We are the legacy
we leave behind, Agent DiNozzo.

VANCE:
Anything, Doctor?

Victor Lorta

seemed to revel
in the spotlight.

He answered every
correspondence personally,

keeping a copy
for his own records.

In each, he insisted

without a shadow of a doubt
that he was innocent.

Guy's a dirtbag.

Even as a juvie,

he had a rap sheet
that would have

put him away no matter what.

Yes, but what I find
so surprising

is that in letter
after letter,

he maintains that one man

manipulated the evidence
that secured his guilt.

Somebody that the Fed Five
didn't know about?

No, on the contrary.

The man he says

framed him was
NIS Special Agent Dan McLane.

Prove it.

Oh, I can't.

But it led me
to play devil's advocate.

If murders are still
being committed today

in the identical style,

and Victor Lorta

was telling the truth...

The real Privileged killer
could still be out there.

You're basing all this
on pen-pal letters?

For 20 years,

Victor Lorta maintained
the position that he was framed.

Suddenly, new victims
are surfacing,

killed in the identical manner.

Now, you tell me
that it isn't possible.

It isn't. There was a mountain
of forensic evidence

that connected the murders
directly to Victor Lorta.

Evidence that could
have been planted.

Sir, you're talking
to the guys who were there,

on the case,
at the time.

Pride, you and Gibbs
were probies.

Low men on the
totem pole.

We're not suggesting
you were involved.

Dan McLane was our boss.

He was my friend.

The best agent NIS ever had.

Why would he do it?

To gain what exactly?

Gibbs, what do you think?

Could McLane

have crossed the line?

Come on, brother.

Really?

[loud, overlapping
crowd chatter, whooping]

Hey, Dwayne, hold up.

Will you stop?
What happened
back there, huh?

You forget everything?

I didn't forget
anything.
Danny Mac's dead,

and they're accusing him
of framing an innocent man.

People are still dying.It's a copycat, Gibbs.

Is it?

We were young.

We didn't ask questions.

Why the hell would he do it?
And what about Franks?

Was he in on it, too?
Dwayne,

people make mistakes.

We should go talk
to Felix Betts.

Agent Betts isn't the same.

He was there, he saw it,
he saw things we didn't.

TONY:
Oh! Aah!

Ow! Wow!

No living creature should
endure this much pain.

Migraine, Tony?

It just started happening.

It was just like...

It's just right there.

Why is he back?

I've got a stabbing

pain in my skull, and...

and he's back.

He's got a needle in his head.

I never took him
out of the trash.

I was fine, and then this doll

with a needle
in its head came back.

It hurts.

Special Agent DiNozzo,
we need some information.

Moments from being
pain-free, sir.

It's possible

we may be looking
for the real Privileged killer.

I'm sorry?
The man

we arrested 20 years ago
wasn't the real killer?

Questions later.

McVoodoo, let's
show them what we have.

Emil Titus, the grandson
of deceased Admiral Jonas Titus,

was born and raised
in Mississippi.

He eventually made his money
in commuter aviation.

Fascinated by

the Privileged case,

he followed Lorta
and McLane for years.

Reached out
to McLane in letters,

insisting
that Lorta was innocent.

Maybe he knew
Lorta was innocent.

McGEE:
Well, once McLane
became a congressman,

Titus started making

sizable donations
to his campaign.

That's when his obsession
really flagged for Josef Hanlon.

But no one ever questioned
Titus's curiosity.

Until now.
TONY:
Intel says

he's been laying low

at a house that he owns

in New Orleans'
swanky Garden District.

How old is Titus?
53.

Old enough to have started
all this a long time ago.

Thank you, ma'am.
We're good from here.

Felix Betts.

There's the ornery
old bastard.

Look at him, Gibbs.

Living the good life
in the Florida sunshine.

[softly]:
Hey.

What time do
the strippers get here?

After my nap.

[laughs]Otherwise,

the lap dance is wasted.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I'm glad

some things don't change.

Let me look at you.

You look like crap.

Yeah, well, I been
working too hard.

You need more zing
on the springs.

So, which wife are you
up to these days?

Oh, no, I'm-I'm on
my own now, Felix.

It's better.

Better for everybody.

[chuckles]

Hey, Betts, look at
this picture we found.

Remember this?

[exhales]

Long time ago.

Hey, where's Dan?

How come the son of
a bitch didn't come?

Sorry to tell you
this, brother.

He's not with us anymore.

Felix, play
a game with me.

All right? Okay, I need you
to try real hard.

Years ago,

did you ever hear
of somebody

framing Lorta...
as the Privileged killer?

Mike Franks.

Man, did he love you.

Crazy bastard living
down in Mexico.

All that booze

and the broads.

Felix...

did Dan take a bribe...

and frame Lorta

for the murders?

We did some good, didn't we?

We got sandwiches inside.

You guys hungry?

Sandwiches sound real good...
Felix. Real...

real good.

[blues playing]

Hobbs.

Turn the godforsaken music off
so we can have a conversation.

That music, my beloved,
is anything but godforsaken.

[turns music off]Better?

Your beloved thanks you.

I matched the nick
in the victim's vertebrae

to a steel blade.

Probably an antique.

Also, there are
trace elements of fuel

found in the tire tracks
in the wetlands--

something called... ASTMD910.

That's aviation jet fuel.

Can I turn my music back on now?

Not if you want to see tomorrow.

LaSALLE:
There were traces of jet fuel

in Doyle's car, too.

This is all pointing
to Emil Titus.

We'll need a warrant. Thanks.

I'll wake up Judge Mavis.BRODY:
I'll call Pride.

Thanks, Doc.

Been practicing, Bishop?

Brody.

I need a minute before we go.

Yes, sir?

Why didn't you say something?

Say what, exactly?

I saw the bomber
on board

the U.S.S. Moultrie
and I froze?

PRIDE:
Well, maybe. Sure.

BRODY:
Hi. I'm Special Agent Brody

from the Great Lakes Office.

You might want to
watch your back.

My reaction time can
be unpredictable.

Now, see, that's
not what I...I drew my gun, sir.

He hit the button first.

Like Jeopardy?

What?

The game show.
Believe what you want,

but some folks say the buzzers
don't work right away.

Alex Trebek gives
the answer; we see them

pushing their buttons
crazy fast-- nothing.

Doesn't mean they
didn't have the right question.

Some folks just have
better buttons.

I don't care

about what was, Brody;
I care about what is.

You good now?

Very.All right, then.

Let's do this.

Chris.Yeah, King?

I need you
to unlock Charmaine.

You got it.

Thought you two broke up.

Been my mistress 25 years--
can't split up now.

Who's Charmaine?

Sweet, sweet Charmaine.

[Pride sighs]

Come here, baby.

[phone ringing]

Good thing you can't talk.

Stories you'd tell.

Yeah, Abbs, what do you got?

Bonjour, Gibbs.

The jet fuel

that was on FBI Agent Doyle's
floor mats

is identical
to what you found in the mud.

Emil Titus has got
to be your guy, Gibbs.

All right. Thanks, Abbs.

NCIS!

LaSALLE:
Federal agents!

It's clear, King.

Clear.

In here.

Call the morgue.

Anything, Doc?Small-caliber wound.

Close range.
Meant to look self-inflicted.

Meant to?Yeah.

I think somebody staged this.

Titus must have been
holding a gun.

WADE: As far as I
can tell, there's no

gunpowder residue
on his hands.

Adios.

PRIDE: If that's true,
it had to be someone he knew,

someone he let get close.

Someone he trusted.

Gibbs, there were no witnesses;

neighbors didn't hear
or see anything.

It's a dead end.
He's playing us again.

Just like he played us
standing outside the market.

First that hooker,
then the lobbyist.Now this.

It's a game to him, Gibbs.

Only problem is,

I don't like to lose.

TONY:
McGee, it's all a scam.

Titus, the fibers
under the fingernails.

I'm telling you,
this guy's good.

The real killer
knew Emil Titus wore

his grandfather's old
Navy jacket, so the killer...

wore the jacket
to Doyle's crime scene.

It's all bait.

Chum to send us
into a clue-feeding frenzy.

Oh, God, please not another
Jawsmetaphor.

Don't start speaking
like Quint again.

"We'll put three barrels on him.

"He can't stay down

with three barrels on him!"

Navy jacket
was a ruse.

More planted evidence

to make Emil Titus look guilty.

For all we know,
the killer's probably

targeting McLane's
fund-raising buddy, Hanlon, too.

You better get over there,

fill him in.Well, why do I have to go?

I'm incapacitated.

[sighs]

All right, listen up.

You're looking
for major deposits

in new accounts established
by McLane in the early '90s.

[tapping keyboard]Hang on.
I've got a problem here.

Oh.

Sorry. LEGO bricks.

Got something.Put it on the plasma.

BISHOP:
McLane deposited $500,000
to a bank in the Caymans.

BRODY:
He also deposited
another $250,000

spread between multiple banks
in multiple states.

Not exactly a
government pension.

You want to tell
Gibbs and Pride, or should I?

Pretty, huh?

I had no idea.

There are things you trust
when you... live in Louisiana.

Trust the river will rise;
people will rise to the occasion

no matter what the challenge.

Trust the rain will
never stop pouring,

the drinks will never
stop flowing, and...

[chuckles softly]
music will never stop playing.

And after all the hell you
go through living here,

you trust in God Almighty,
and you trust in friends

and family.

All those years...

a man I called my brother
was living a lie, and I...

I took it...

hook, line and sinker.

You know the truth now.

The man was nothing but a fraud.

Mac was still a
good agent, King.

Just made a mistake,

and he suffered for it.

I know that the bond

we had back then was real.

It's real now, too.

If Privileged
is still out there...

...we have a job to do.

20 years ago,
NIS Agent McLane took a bribe.

Probably from the real
Privileged killer

to frame a man for a crime
he didn't commit.

Why?

Well, according
to McLane's wife,

his mother's health
was failing,

and his daughter
had been diagnosed

with Hodgkin's lymphoma.

McLane must have been desperate,

and on a government
agent's salary.

Mac's wife, Amy,
put blinders on,

never questioned any of it.

FORNELL:
But with reelection
on the horizon,

your friend couldn't live
the lie anymore

and wanted to come clean.

McLane finally said
enough is enough.

Scared the killer
into keeping him quiet.

So clearly some
of Mac's campaign donations

were hush money.

Cash to turn a blind eye.

DiNozzo, over the years,

McLane's largest contributor?Josef Hanlon.

But Hanlon's been in DC
the whole time.

TONY:
Hanlon has a son,

Spencer, runs everything now.

They got factories up and down
the East Coast,

including New Orleans.

Yeah, and I bet he's got
a company jet.

Explains the fuel.

VANCE:
Agent DiNozzo,

where's Agent McGee?

McGEE:
Whoever's doing this

had been following McLane
for years.

We think that they paid him off,
and in exchange,

he framed Lorta for crimes
he didn't commit.

Extraordinary.

And difficult for me
to comprehend.

For your protection,
we're gonna need to search

through all of McLane's
fund-raising records,

uh, guests at receptions,
all of it.

I may have some old names
packed away from years ago.

Great, that would be
very helpful.

See what I can find.

Please, Agent McGee, uh,

make yourself comfortable.

Thanks.

Mr. Hanlon, you still do
a lot of traveling for work?

None. My son, Spencer,

handles most of the
factory supervision now.

Where are they located?

Oh, Georgia.

Florida.

And, uh, Louisiana.

Mr. Hanlon?

TONY:
Boss, we're on our way
to Hanlon's.

The old man's been making
campaign contributions

to McLane all these years
as payola to protect his son.

Son is textbook, Gibbs.

Trouble in school
when he was a kid.

He wanted to be a Marine,
but he got declined.

Divorced, travels all the time,
keeps to himself.

Are you sure
this is Privileged?

Privileged is
the Hanlon family secret.

Your friend, Dan,
just wanted to come clean.

Telling the truth
got him killed.

DiNozzo,

Josef's son, Spencer,

where is he right now?

We think New Orleans, but
we can't find an address.

Get to McGee. Come on.

Spencer Hanlon,
find him. Let's go.

Well, he's not in any hotels.

BISHOP: No apartments,
houses or boat rentals.

Trying corporate accounts,
Hanlon Digital,

business credit card statements.

Got one. Hanlon's been
using a car service

from New Orleans Lakefront
Airport to a building

off the French Market.

The Hanlon jet is in town,

fueled and waiting to depart.

Ground it.
Put Homeland in front

of the wheels if you have to.

Get the hell out of here.
Let's go.

Federal agents!

[McGee groaning quietly]

McGee.

McGee.

Ow, that's a big bump.

DiNozzo,

bathroom.

He called his son.

Spencer knows.

NCIS!

LaSALLE:
Place is empty, King.

He's gone.Split up. Get a BOLO out.

Call FBI and NOPD for backup.

Manager says his car's parked
in the garage.

Check the tires;
match them to the wetlands.

He's on foot.

Displays his victims
like family.

BRODY:
He knows we're close.

If he spoke to his
father, he's scared.

Chances are he'll kill again.

Case every military bar
in the city.

♪

♪ Yeah, you're
a mighty, mighty fool ♪

♪ Trying to keep up your cool

♪ You're living on the ledge,
you're afraid of the edge ♪

♪ Never think ahead,
you don't get involved... ♪

Excuse me, bartender.

I'm sorry.

Uh,

this place is crowded, huh?

[chuckles]
Very.

You Navy?

No.

[chuckling]:
No.

I have tremendous admiration

for what you guys do, though.

It's a privilege, really.

♪

Um,

I know we just met,

but this place is packed.

Do you want to...
go somewhere else?

♪ On the road to
Charlie Parker ♪

♪ On the road
to Charlie Parker... ♪

You cold?

A little bit, yeah.

Here, here, take my jacket.

Aw.

Somebody raised you right.

[chuckles]

Thank you.
You bet.

[muffled screaming]

Talk to me.

Bartender said Hanlon
was just here.

He's with a girl,
probably on foot.

What's near the bar?

A kid's park, a few nightclubs

and an old cemetery
they're rebuilding.

Abby's floor mats.

There was marble dust.

That's where
he's taking her.

[whimpers]

Hanlon!NCIS.

Let her go.

[crying]

[gunshots]

[dogs barking]

[bell tolling]

Where you headed, Brody?

PRIDE:
Sure was nice
having things

a little more presentable
around here.

You know,

I hope you don't mind.

I just asked the director
to skip protocol

and extend your visit
to New Orleans...

indefinitely.

You good with that?

Mmm...

Yes, but I have
one request.

[chuckles]
Okay.

Go for it.

I need my own LEGO sculpture.

[blows raspberry]

I don't know, King.

Come on, now, son.
Give it up.

[laughs]Fleur-de-lis.

Symbol of the city.

Laissez les bon temps rouler.

Oh, we gonna have some fun.

That was a hell of a lunch.

Yeah, well,
you'll be tasting it for days.

Company wasn't
too bad, either.

Where the hell is Bishop?

Our plane is about to leave.

[sighs]

Good times.

But...

today's not too shabby, either.

More to come.

[horn honks]

Heads up, Pride.

Dead Marine in Algiers.

Duty calls, fellas.

See you around, my brother.

Oh, I'll see you around, King.

After the crime scene,

why don't we stop
at Chubbie's for some chicken?

I think I need
a green salad.

Oh, here goes
the northern girl,

eating like a rabbit.

Fine. Two wings,
two legs.

Did I say I was sharing?

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