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That there's rent, drinking money,

maybe even a down payment
on a truck.

Now, that's a catch.

That's trouble, Dale.

You know better
than to mess with Amy.

- Hey, Macey.
- Don't "Hey, Macey" me.

- You the one sleeping with her?
- What? No.

She ain't even my type.
Ain't that right, Jesse?

I'll pop your head off just like
one of them shrimp. Do you hear me?

What do you got to say for yourself,
you sorry son of a bitch?

- Leg.
- Ooh.

Ripped By mstoll

Haven't gotten used
to the Crescent City nightlife, Brody?

It's my living situation.

Short-term lease in a double
in Broadmoor.

Every night same thing,

wasted college students
and neighborhood kids

lighting firecrackers.

You know those aren't firecrackers.

I was trying to be optimistic.

- Oh, someone party hard last night?
- Noisy neighbors.

Oh, I'm just hazing her.
I know Brody doesn't go out.

I go out.

I mean, maybe not to the places
where fine dining meets hurricanes,

- but I do go out.
- Yeah, sure, you do, Brody.

All right, Christopher,
what do we got?

Boot is current Navy issue,

so we're operating on the assumption
the leg is as well.

Dwayne. Christopher.

- Morning.
- Agent Brody, you look tired.

- I hope it was worth it.
- Loud kids. Gunshots. Not worth it.

Hey, don't sweat it, Brody.

I'm gonna act as
your personal rental agent,

just like I did with my sister.

Find you a place you're gonna love.

Where are we at with ID'ing
the catch of the day, Loretta?

DNA will take time.

Unfortunately, there's no identifying
characteristics other than

the victim's most likely
African-American.

Based on the decomp, I'd say the leg's
been in the water at least a week.

- Gator attack?
- Muscle cut's too clean.

- Boating accident?
- Angry shark?

Rabid squid?

Mutant starfish from hell?

- Ha, ha.
- Just trying to keep it light.

Ha, ha.
Based on the marks on the bones,

I'd say it's inconsistent with a propeller
or a mutant starfish,

but I think it's a single blade.

Have to autopsy to make sure.

All right, Christopher,
take our recent Midwestern transplant

and introduce her to the Coast Guard,
get them to help in the search.

Let's find the rest of him.

You got it, King.

- Captain Lee.
- Pride. Ha, ha.

Just couldn't stay away
from my gumbo, could you?

Oh, how I wish I were here
for a little culinary inspiration.

Hope you don't mind,
your guard let me in.

- No problem.
- Look, I don't know how to say this,

but the kid you mentored,

Petty Officer 2nd Class Calvin Parks,
he's unauthorized absent.

You sure?

His OIC hasn't heard from him
for a couple of days.

- I was hoping he contacted you.
- Couple of days?

He told me himself
just how much you helped him out

by steering him towards the Navy.

Not many people would help a boy
escape a past like his.

Yeah, well, Calvin
would have found his own way.

I just gave him a little push.

Yeah, well,
you should be proud of him.

That kid's been a squared-away sailor
since day one.

He probably just found
some young lady to distract him.

Ha.

But if that's the case,
he will be facing disciplinary action.

Give me a call if you hear from him,
will you?

Yeah. I will.

Good to see you, Pride.

PRIDE:
Loretta.

I have a strange request.

Not as strange as a boot with a leg
on my autopsy table.

Could you use the size
of a victim's foot

as a basis for a general description?

Hey, Pride.
Or should I say "Dwayne"?

Thought it might be more appropriate
to start calling you Dwayne,

what with us consulting for NCIS
all these years.

After all, the use of first names
is a sign of familiarity,

and we're far from when the surname
was an indication of a man's trade...

- Sebastian.
- I'll stick with Pride, for now. Yeah.

Uh, anyway,
I started a computer simulation

to estimate height, weight
and age of the deceased

in case the body was never found.

Then let me ask you,

could it be a 23-year-old
African-American,

6'3", maybe 220 or 225 pounds?

Yeah, it's possible, even likely.

I'll send you a name and a photo.

[SIGHS]

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yeah, baby.

Let's take a quick five, all right?

- Dwayne. My man.
- Papa Parks.

- You're sounding good.
- You wanna sit in next set?

Have you heard from Calvin lately?

Uh, it's been
at least a couple weeks.

He come over for supper. Why?

You know I think the world of Calvin.
He's like my blood, the son I never had.

Dwayne, just tell me.

Something might have happened
to Calvin, something bad.

But you're not sure?

I'm not sure.

MAN 1:
Papa, we're up again.

Only two things
I ever loved in this life.

Calvin and jazz.

Gonna hold on tight to one

and pray I haven't lost the other.

MAN 2:
All right, Papa.

MAN 3: Yeah.
MAN 2: One more time, Papa.

MAN 4: Come on, Papa Parks.
MAN 5: One more time.

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

LaSALLE: Yo, Pride, you here?
- Kitchen.

Wow, it smells good.

Morning, King.
What time you get in?

Well, that assumes I left.

You know I've been staying upstairs.

Eggs creole, andouille sausage

- and remoulade sauce.
- Nice.

Grab plates and tell me where we are
with the Calvin Parks investigation.

So last night we went down
and searched his rack.

Nothing out of the ordinary,
but we did recover a personal laptop.

PRIDE:
Password-protected?

Which we've sent out
to get a work-around.

Meantime, we thought we'd canvass
his day-to-day contacts.

He was assigned to the pier-side
Fleet Logistics Center.

He worked the wharfs,
loading inventory, food and equip.

Okay, you two take the wharfs.
I'll go see Doc Wade about forensics.

- Let me talk to him for a sec.
- Yep. Just gonna go grab my phone.

Pride, I can take the morgue,
if you like.

I thought since
you were personally involved,

you might wanna take a pass
on this one.

I got a decade-old friendship
with Papa.

You think I'm just gonna sit
on my hands?

And if the things we uncover are things
you and he don't wanna hear?

We face what we gotta face.

Take Brody, learn things.

- What the hell you waiting for?
- Well, you did offer breakfast.

We'll take it to go.

You're the longshoremen supervisor
and that's a civilian position?

MAN:
Contractor, yeah.

Port is zoned mixed-use

so we have various clients,
which include the Navy.

And you oversaw
Petty Officer Parks?

Cal. Yeah.

Good kid. Great kid.

On time. Polite. Hard-working.

Something more?

I don't wanna speak ill, you know?

But maybe old habits die hard.

Hey. What in the kingdom of God
are you two doing?

Huh? Get over to
Governor Nicholls Street Wharf,

off-load those pallets.

Gotta keep an eye
on the chuckleheads.

You said something about old habits.

Yeah, just, uh, heard talk
from guys on Calvin's shift.

They said that they saw him leave
in a lowrider with some local bangers.

Bangers are gang members.

My background is in interrogation,
out of Detroit.

I know the lingo, thanks.

Anyone get a look
at any of these bangers?

Like I said, I wasn't there to see this,

but the guys said
that they didn't look too friendly.

WADE: Body was discovered
wrapped in plastic

in a shallow grave near Highway 11.

New Orleans East.

Highway 11 is near the Irish Bayou.
That channels into Lake Pontchartrain.

The leg was scooped up in the gulf.
How does that make sense?

I don't even know
what the weapon is yet.

But the severing is antemortem,

which means it was disassociated
while he was still alive.

So they kill him near a body of water
that flows to the gulf.

The leg gets dumped there,
left behind,

and the body is wrapped,
moved and buried?

We have significant contusions
on the knuckles of both hands.

- So a fight?
- Well, it's defense wounds.

And although the outcome
was grievous,

Calvin got some good licks in.

It's a basic theory.
Sebastian did the simulation.

The killer came upon Calvin,
there was an altercation.

The killer had a large, sharp object.
Think ax.

There was the attack
that severed the limb and...

Calvin bled out.

- Dwayne.
- Just keep talking, Loretta. Please.

Okay.

We found this
caught up in the clothing.

It's a second bicuspid

probably on the right side.

It's definitely not Calvin's,
because he's still sporting a full set.

So whoever killed him
is missing a tooth. Pull DNA?

Still running it through
the local criminal database.

There's something else
I think you should see.

That's Delta Crew, right?

Cal grew up in the Lower Ninth.

Got pulled into the gangs
by the time he was 12.

Well, based on that irritation,
that tat's new.

Fresh ink?

Very.

I saw it when I was in Vice.

Gangs get their former members
to recommit, then they kill them.

It's an effective way to show the kids
that getting out's not an option.

- It's called dead hazing.
- It's called sadistic.

What if the Delta Crew didn't do it?

Well, it'd be the 1-1-3s.

Delta Crew and 1-1-3
have been at war for years.

That's New Orleans's answer
to the Bloods and Crips.

I'm sorry, the Bloods and Crips?
Who are they exactly?

Delta Crew and 1-1-3 territories
are right next to each other.

South Galvez Street's the border.

- Which gang do you know best?
- Delta Crew.

All right, take them.

I'll introduce Brody
to the charms of the 1-1-3s. Let's go.

BRODY: All right, potential
new apartments. 2725 Prytania?

That's uptown.

How do you feel about $600 strollers
and organic everything?

Okay. 3115 Royal.

The Bywater. Neck beards,
thick-rimmed glasses, fixed-gear bikes.

It's a big choice here, Brody.

Where you live says everything.

LaSalle lives in the French Quarter

because he loves
being in the middle of it all.

My wife and I,
we're in the Lower Garden,

because it's walking distance from
some of the best chefs in America.

Speak.

Just looks like your wife's
in the Lower Garden.

You're in the office.

All I'm saying,

where you lay your head in this city
defines you.

Okay, so where do I go if I wanna
be defined by a full night's sleep?

- Well, it's quiet.
- Ha, ha.

Calvin? Psst.

I ain't seen that joker
since he went to go play G.I. Joe.

- Well, G.I. Joe is the Army.
- All the same to me.

So you can't explain how we found him
with a fresh Delta Crew tat?

No.

You got any theories
on who did Calvin?

- Slow down, my man.
- I'm just saying.

A dead Delta, current or former,
only means one thing, right?

One-One-Threes.

Think it's time for you to go.

Think I'll sit here
and finish my cold drink, thank you.

Leave when I get ready.

Hey, Naomi.

Get me a diet orange.

That's what I'm here for, baby.

Man, I ain't never heard
of no Calvin.

Didn't ask you if you heard of him.

Asked why he's dead.

You got some pretty, pretty eyes.

I've also got a black belt in aikido.

Heh.

This wouldn't be the first time Delta
Crew done killed one of their own.

How are your teeth there, Swag?

- My teeth?
PRIDE: Yeah.

Open up. Give me an "ah."

All original. No cavities.
I even floss twice a day.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Cover!

Get down! Everybody get down!

Get down.

MAN [ON TV]: We're reporting from
the West Bank

where violence erupted on the streets
of New Orleans last night,

the latest chapter in an ongoing war

between two of the area's
most notorious gangs.

Delta Crew blame 1-1-3
and 1-1-3 put it on Delta Crew.

Feels like a setup.
I just can't tell from which side.

Morning, Dwayne.

PRIDE:
Councilman.

Gotta remember to lock the door.

- Might need a...
- Warm-up. I was thinking the same.

Mm. So how's the family, Dwayne?
Linda well?

- What can I do for you, Hamilton?
- Well, you need to ask?

I mean, there's a gang war
going on out there.

I hear that your people are the ones
who've been stirring up the pot.

We're conducting an investigation.

Well, I'm organizing
an emergency anti-gang task force.

FBI, N.O.P.D., everybody's on board.

And I was... Well, I was hoping
that NCIS might wanna join up too.

- We'll help any way we can.
- Well, good. Give me some names.

Let my people start
rounding up suspects.

Look, you know how I feel
about this community,

and no one has less love
for the gangs,

but we haven't determined that they
had a hand in Calvin Parks' murder.

Well, how long is it gonna be
before you determine something?

Because people want their streets
cleaned up,

and sometimes all that matters
is appearances.

Silly me,
I thought what mattered was justice.

Ha, ha. Okay.

You have a blessed day.

Don't ever go into politics,
Christopher.

All of a sudden,
your definition of good and evil

becomes defined by
how many votes it gets you.

I trust your instincts,

but we hadn't determined
the gangs are involved yet?

Something doesn't make sense.

If the 1-1-3s did it,

they'd be expecting the Delta Crew
to retaliate, and they weren't.

If the Delta Crew did it
then why the drive-by?

And I...

I just can't believe
Calvin went back into that world.

You can't, or you don't want to?

How about a little of both?

Which one's he in?

Top right.

Want me to open it up for you?

You think he'll reanimate and explain
what the hell he was up to?

No.

Then what's the point?

How'd you meet Calvin?
Through Papa?

No.

No, I...

I met Cal when he was trying
to rob my house.

Linda and I came home, side window
was broken, and there's this skinny kid

in the parlor
making off with my camera.

I grabbed his punk ass,
threw him against the wall.

And in the time it took to turn him

over to someone,

I saw something in him.

And, you know, it just... It kills me to
think that he went back into that world.

Getting out is hard, isn't it?

But he was trying to change.

We're attached to what we know.

Yeah.

I appreciate your counsel, Loretta.

And I yours, Dwayne.

I'll leave you alone with him.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah, Tech got around the password.

There's not much here.

Basic social-media sites
fill his browser history.

E-mails sent to a girl in Shreveport.

Nothing that really leads
to or away from gang involvement.

So nothing helpful.

Well, not nothing.

He sent an e-mail to himself from his
NMCI account to his personal account.

No subject.
But inside there's a bunch of numbers.

Look. Big numbers.

Eight-seven-four-nine and 9449.

Some smaller.
Twenty-two point three and 12.6.

The big numbers keep repeating.

So he was working the wharfs,
but these aren't times.

Not ship numbers or coordinates.

Three-four-nine-three.
I know that number.

- What in Sam Hill does that mean?
- You know how I do crosswords?

- In your head?
- I see something and it sticks.

Three-four-nine-three. I am telling you,
that is a number I've seen.

You present yourself all buttoned up,

but you are an odd bird, Brody.

Thank you for coming, dear.

I love that you can do that.
Just, eyes in the back of your head.

Or your reflection
in the back of my camera.

Thunderstorm?

Probably, what?

Mature stage multicell cluster.

It's just rain. I like rain.

Who doesn't?

Well, cats don't.

And snakes don't.

And my sister Antonia, actually,
she was a bit ombrophobic...

Sebastian,

what could make a tattoo disappear?

I've taken these photos,
one every three hours.

See how in each shot
the tattoo seems to be getting lighter?

Typical putrefaction
just doesn't account for this.

- Mind if I take a sample?
- Mm-hm.

I think I remember a similar case
out of Washington,

where they used a tattoo
to determine time of death.

And Dr. Mallard was the coroner.

Lovely excuse to catch up.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Pride, here.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Walter called.

Said you weren't gonna play.

First time in 15 years, huh?

I took it apart to clean it
like I always do.

But when it came time
to put it back together,

I just couldn't.

I'm like that.

In pieces.

You find whoever killed Calvin?

Not yet. But I will.

I know that.

And I also know

that you will feel better,

just a little, if you play.

I just keep thinking,

if he went back with them gangs,

that's my fault.

If I'd just done something,
or didn't do something,

or could've done something...

I can't play, Dwayne.

Doesn't feel like I ever will.

Not without knowing what happened.

Go grab your coat and hat.

We'll take a walk. We'll...

We'll talk.

I got nothing to say, old friend.

[PHONE DIALING]

GIRL [OVER PHONE]: Hey, Daddy.
- Hey, baby.

Hey, uh, I'm in class.
Is everything all right?

It is,

now that I've heard your voice.

[GROANS]

Sorry. Another late night.
Dogs barking.

Why don't you let me
help you find a place?

Ha, ha. I appreciate the offer. I do.

Nothing personal. I just, um...

I prefer that my work
and personal lives be kept separate.

Heh. That's not the way it works
around here. We're all one big family.

Sooner you accept that,
the easier it's gonna be.

In the meantime,
my blood sugar's getting low.

Let's order dessert.

- Okay.
- Where's this menu at here?

Here we go.

Oh, I recommend the bread pudding.

Key-lime pie. Can't go wrong.

Pineapple?

Pineapple?
I don't think they have any.

Three-four-nine-three. Pineapple.

Government uses
National Stock Numbers

which contain subgroups
that identify Federal Supply Groups,

Federal Supply Classes,
NATO country codes

and National Item
Identification Numbers,

- or "NIINs."
- Slow down.

Three-four-nine-three is the NIIN
for pineapple,

which I know because my ex-fianc�
had a weird fruit-salad fetish.

You have an ex-fianc�?

So Calvin worked the wharfs, right?

Three-four-nine-three is a number
he wrote however many times.

Pallets of pineapples.

If the big numbers were products,
the smaller numbers must've been...

Were weights.

Let's get back to the numbers
and figure out the others.

Okay, fine, but can we
still have some bread pudding?

Absolutely.

DUCKY: Do you remember the last
time I was in New Orleans, Loretta?

- December the 25th, 2004.
WADE: Right.

Which happened to be
the only snowfall day

in New Orleans since 1989.

Well, if you were the cause
of the snow,

you're not welcome back.

Good to see you, Agent Pride.

The good doctor and I just figured out
why Calvin's tattoo was coming off.

Yes, I had a case
nearly four years ago

where the tattoo was applied
only hours prior to the victim's death.

The result: The micropunctures
didn't have time to heal

because the blood couldn't congeal.

We think that's what's going on
with Calvin.

All right. So...

We tried to use Ducky's case
as a baseline

to approximate when
Calvin received the tattoo.

And the difference was
approximately three hours.

He got the tattoo
three hours before he died?

No. In this case,
the tattoo was applied after death.

The ink won't hold
because there's no blood flow at all.

So Calvin wasn't back
with the Delta Crew.

- The killer put the tat on.
- Posthumously.

To make this look
like part of a gang killing.

That's good work.

BRODY:
That'd be a four.

LaSALLE: Okay, so subtract that
and give me the new number.

Hey.

- Oh, he's up.
- Ha, ha.

You two been up all night?

It's not like I get any sleep
at my place anyway.

We made a point of trying
to keep it down for you.

BRODY:
You snore.

- Loud.
- No, I don't.

Can you take a look at this?

So working off the theory
that the gang angle isn't real,

we're convinced the murder had to do
with Calvin working at the wharf.

Those big numbers
in Calvin's computer,

they're all NIIN for different items
loaded at the port.

Three-four-nine-three, pineapple,

8748, bananas, 9449, coffee.

All coming in on the same boat,
which originated in Guatemala.

So in Guatemala
the pallets are weighed, right?

Then the boat sails to New Orleans

where all the cargo is transferred
to Navy ships.

But before it's put aboard,
it's weighed again.

The smaller numbers in
Calvin's e-mails,

those are the differences between the
Guatemala and New Orleans weights.

The pallets ended up being lighter

by the time the Navy
got ahold of them?

- Smuggling.
- Based on the weight differentials,

we're thinking, uh, guns or drugs.

So the question is,

was Calvin murdered
because he found out about it,

- or because he was in on it?
- In on it?

Password on his computer,
e-mail's in code.

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- LaSalle here.
- Turn that up.

Sebastian, what do you got?

I'm standing outside the offices
of Councilman Hamilton

of District C here in New Orleans.

He'll be hosting
a press conference today

to talk about a recent rash
of gang violence that's hit the city.

All in all, Councilman Hamilton
is positioning himself

as a law-and-order candidate
ahead of this year's mayoral election.

Okay, turn it off.

Sebastian wants
to show us something.

- It's about the tattoo ink.
- All right, do it.

I'll deal with him.

I'd appreciate if you'd stop using
my murder investigation

as an excuse to grandstand.

All right, here's what I don't get,
okay?

You are beloved from
Bourbon Street to the swamps

because you go out of your way
to be of assistance to this whole city,

including all of my counterparts
on the council.

And yet,
you and I still can't get along.

Well, maybe they're just nicer
than you.

You want a task force to roll up crime?
I'm all for it.

Let's get out there
and go arrest people.

I only have two conditions:

We arrest them for things
they've actually done,

- and we leave the cameras behind.
- Oh, what do you care, Pride?

It's just a gangbanger who got
chopped up by another one.

He had a name.

Calvin Parks.

You call him a gangbanger again,
and our getting-along problem

is gonna get a whole lot worse.

Did you know the FDA doesn't
regulate tattoo ink? It's a weird quirk.

They regulate makeup
that's applied on top of the skin,

but since the ink goes under the skin,
it's not covered.

- Meaning?
- Manufacturers aren't required

to report what heavy metals
they use for pigment bases,

and there's no standard mix for ink.

Some inks contain cadmium,
others use iron and copper.

So the end product that they produce,
it's kind of like...

Is like a fingerprint.

More like DNA, but you're
cooking with gas, Agent Brody.

Anyway, I narrowed down
the list of suppliers to seven.

Then I tested their inks
against Calvin's tissue sample,

and there is only one that uses
that exact barium-titanium blend.

It is on Magazine,

and I will gladly share this with you
under one condition.

There's a condition?

Take me with you.

I gotta get out of the lab
and just see something that's alive.

Gotta wonder what
future civilizations are gonna think

about our dabbling
in the ancient arts of ink.

They'll say drinking
and tatting don't mix.

That's how I ended up with
"Big Al" on my derriere.

Roll Tide.

I thought about getting the noble gas
column from the periodic table, right:

That or something from
The Lord of the Rings.

Mm.

Brody?

It's private.

- The subject matter?
- Or the location?

Don't intimate about my intimacies,
please. Thank you.

MAN:
I'm thinking a broken heart,

sexy girl on a mud flap,

and something to do
with Lord of the Rings.

[LAUGHING]

- NCIS.
- Recognize this?

You're insulting me.
That's not my work.

BRODY:
What about this guy?

When you last saw him,
he was dead.

Whoa, wait. I don't know anything
about a dead sailor.

BRODY: You sure about that?
MAN: Yeah.

- Hey, what's this?
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Sorry about that.
- What are you doing?

Hey, don't worry about it.
Sebastian, do your thing.

Got a question for you.

- Had any dental work lately?
- What?

- Root canal?
- Cavities?

- Bridge work?
BRODY: Extractions?

Barium and titanium. It's his ink.

Your skill set is gonna come in handy
trading tats for prison hooch in Angola.

All right, look. A guy offered me 500
for a needle and a vial.

- What guy?
- Cash doesn't come with a name.

Come on, look at me.
Look at my teeth,

look at my tongue,
look at whatever you need.

We'll need you to provide a description
of the man to our sketch artist.

Sketch artist? Please.

I went to the Rhode Island
School of Design.

PRIDE: Ha. Rhode Island
School of Design. Artists.

LaSALLE:
Bruce has definitely seen worse.

He can get an ID with one eye
and a pimple. Ain't that right, Bruce?

So you've nicknamed
the facial-recognition system?

LaSALLE: You bet. Is that a problem?
- You're weird.

I was told that there's some body art
I should ask you about.

This is why I prefer to keep my work
and personal lives separate.

Yes. Harold Werner.

Chucklehead from the wharf.
I thought he scampered off in a hurry.

Get an address.

Harold Werner. NCIS. Open up.

[MOUTHING]
Three, two, one.

- Clear.
- Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

I think we found him.

Walk me through this.

We know Harold was in on it because
he's the one who bought the ink.

But we know he didn't kill himself.

Stuffed in a closet
pretty much confirms that.

- What's he got going on in his mouth?
- Full set. Thirty-two and counting.

So Harold gets done
in his own trailer.

Not likely
he was snuck up on in there.

The toothless accomplice.

Where we gonna find him?

Same place Calvin did.

Harold?

I suppose that does make
some sense.

For years he's been short on money.
Last few months he started living it up.

We're wondering
if you could give us a list of people

he was working closely with,

who might have also had access
to shipments intended for the Navy.

Of course.

Anything to help. It's all in the office.

Can I say something?

Awfully quick to accept
Harold as a smuggler?

- And if I'd lost a tooth...
- I'd use ice to dull the pain.

I'd say he starts running
in three, two, one.

[IN UNISON]
I got this.

BRODY:
NCIS. Stop.

Hands, hands.
Let me see your hands.

Come here.

Now, will you look at that?
Look at that.

Son, you need a dentist
like I need to move back home.

Stop resisting.

So inside the office we found a key

and the key led us
to the wharf shack.

- The mother lode.
- Heroin.

It's being sent to the lab to confirm,

but it'd answer
what was being smuggled.

- Murder weapon?
- Again, off to the lab.

And we're off to Interrogation.

Warm today.

Air-conditioning feels good,
doesn't it?

All I need now is a beignet
and some lemonade,

- and I'd be in heaven.
- Heh.

Aspirin help your toothache?

My apologies if I made it worse.

So Petty Officer Calvin Parks
discovered you were smuggling heroin.

You had him killed to make sure
he didn't report what he knew

up his chain of command.

Gang tattoo was

a clever way to throw us off.

What's bothering me

is your employment file.

Says you've only been in New Orleans
for two years.

You didn't know he had a past
with the gangs, did you?

No.

So who told you
to put the tattoo on Calvin's arm?

Truth will set you free.

Psst.

[GRUNTS]

- What the hell is she doing?
- Giving you a new tattoo.

Letting the inmates in the pen know
you're the target they're looking for.

You put that tat on Calvin,
caused that little shooting spree.

Like to think the Delta Crew
and the 1-1-3s

would like a little piece of you.

If I say what I know,
gangs are the least of my worries.

Call me when he's processed.

You're going to prison for murdering
a United States Navy sailor.

Enjoy the party, my friend.

Afternoon, Hamilton.

Oh, afternoon, Dwayne.

Say, I hear congratulations
are in order.

You got your man. Good.

Here's what I'm chewing on.

Who's got the port in his district?

Who'd get a taste from getting
Customs to look the other way

on a smuggling ring?

Who'd incite a gang war
to justify a task force?

And who would've known enough
about Calvin's youthful indiscretions

to have suggested a tattoo?

That's quite a theory, Dwayne.

You got any proof to back that up?

Not yet.

But you know I will.

See you around my city.

- Your city?
- Don't you ever forget it.

[WHISTLING]

First round is on me.

- What are we celebrating?
- Someone has a new apartment.

Adorable little guesthouse
owned by a friend of LaSalle's.

It's got a garden, rent's pretty cheap
and, uh, it's on the Mardi Gras route.

Which defines you as?

Thrilled to be here.

[CELL PHONE RINGING
THEN PRIDE CHUCKLES]

Movers. Excuse me. Hello?

Guesthouse with a garden
on the Mardi Gras route.

When are you gonna tell Brody
who LaSalle's friend is?

- When I have to raise the rent.
BOTH: Ha, ha.

You know, my last two tenants
were a pain in my ass,

- so it'll be nice to rent it to family.
- Yeah.

- Excuse me a moment.
- Sure thing, Dwayne.

- Thank you, Dwayne.
- Think nothing of it.

Would've killed me knowing
he'd wanted back in with them gangs.

Oh, he wanted to join a gang. Mine.

Calvin was working a case.
And he was good.

Took a lot of thinking
to figure out what was going on.

And if he was mine...

In many ways, he was.

- I'd be awfully proud.

You wanna sit in on the first song?

- Be my honor.
- All right.

Go To The Mardi Gras. B-flat.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

BRODY:
Go, Pride.

- King can play, can't he?
- I can't believe him.

[ALL CHEERING]

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