All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans 7x01 - Something in the Air Part 1

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Ah...

Sir? Are you okay, sir?

Hang on.

Hey.

I'm gonna go get you some help.

Come on, let's get back in your truck.

Come on, sit down.
I'll get you some help.

All right, easy, now. Good.

Just hang in there.
Breathe. Try and breathe.

Try and breathe.

♪ I'm a stranger ♪

911. What's your emergency?

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm a stranger ♪

911. Can you tell me
what your emergency is?

♪ Long way from my home ♪

♪ I'm a stranger, Lord ♪

♪ I'm a long, long way ♪

♪ From my home. ♪

Good morning, New Orleans.

Here's the international update.

Mardi Gras was just
a few short weeks ago,

and the world has changed,

seemingly overnight.

Entire countries in
Europe are shutting down,

while the governors of
both California and New York

have enacted stay-at-home orders.

But still the virus shows
no signs of stopping,

making those of us in New
Orleans wonder, are we next?

Now, let's...

What kind of question
is that? "Are we next?"

We're already in it.

You think the city's gonna shut down?

I think they don't have a choice.

We don't know what's
gonna happen yet, Jasmine.

So it's just best to take precautions,

wash your hands...

Yeah. I know.

Don't touch my face.

And, uh, maybe stock up on
some extra rice and beans

for that beautiful son of yours.

Oh, man. I got to go.

Work calling.

You've gotten through hard times before.

You're gonna get through this, too.

I wish we could be
having this conversation

at a bar over negronis.

Well, I'm guessing

this is more of an
official type of situation?

Just checking in.

Oh. Well, there's no "checking in"

on a secure video conference.

I'm deputy director now...

Everything I do is considered secure...

But fair enough.

It's Van Cleef.

He's gone from NCIS.

No chance of him
getting a position at DoD

or hurting any other women's careers.

Yep. All thanks to you.

So, what's the blowback?

No blowback.

Just want to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

I'm happy that that mess is behind me.

I'm looking forward to
taking some time off.

You're taking vacation?

Yeah, Naomi's on spring break.

She's with her father in Southern Italy.

He's there on sabbatical for a year.

I'm gonna go meet them.

I was gonna take her to Paris, but...

I just want to get her home now.

When you're back...

let's get together and
talk about your future.

You should be home packing.

I had to take a phone call first.

Deputy Director Scarborough.

Uh-huh.

They gave me the heads-up.

Yeah, it turns out my
unofficial call was actually...

- Kinda official?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Surprised?

That leadership was practicing
some CYA after Van Cleef?

No. That... it was someone I knew? Yeah.

Yeah, well, Scarborough's good people.

She's a genuine fan of yours.

Yeah. There's an agenda...
I don't know what it is.

Anyway, I-I got to go.

- You sure it's safe to fly tonight?
- No.

But Italy definitely isn't.

I got to bring Naomi home.

Whoa. Full-court press. What do we got?

Suspicious death of a
Lieutenant Paula Cooke

on a humanitarian ship.

Yeah, it's a mercy ship

run by an NGO called Eternal Hope.

They run missions to medical
hotspots all around the world.

What's a Navy lieutenant doing

- on a civilian ship?
- Research.

Eternal Hope's missions have been

very successful over the years.

DoD tried to contract with them.

He sent Lieutenant Cooke
to study their methods.

The Good Hope was on its
way to Central America

when the pandemic hit.

It turned around to return
here to offer support.

And Lieutenant Cooke?

Well, she went overboard.

Nobody knows how or why.

The ship's anchored at
sea awaiting instructions.

Coast Guard's shorthanded,
so they asked us to assist.

Okay. Why don't you take
Gregorio and go check it out.

- Okay.
- Oh, you know what,

I can go with him instead.

Oh. That's sweet, pumpkin, but...

Carter here's not gonna
deal with your seasickness

and inner ear issues like me.

- So we're good.
- Don't worry, Sebastian,

I'll take good care of your roommate.

I can take good care of myself.

Thank you.

Nice of you to offer.

Yeah, I know she hates boats.

I'm actually kind of relieved
she didn't take me up on it.

All out of seasick patches,
and I'm terrified to go

in any pharmacy right now.

Or anywhere.

I sound really paranoid, right?

Actually, you sound less
paranoid than normal,

considering what's been on the news.

You need to be prepared.

Yeah, well, luckily, I've been preparing

for an event like this my whole life.

- Isn't that your hurricane kit?
- Yeah.

But I added a face
shield, masks, gloves.

Now it is a pandemic kit.

Made one for each of us.

Oh, well, thank you. Nice.

You might want to think
about getting one to Loretta,

sooner rather than later.

It's done and done.

Thank you.

Any room at the inn?

Not enough, Roger.

Too bad.

Have another poor soul for you.

Male, 80s.

Was found in his apartment by the son.

You should be wearing a mask.

I've been wearing this
for ten hours straight.

Hopefully not like that.

No, ma'am. Over the face,
just like a professional.

Switching out at times?

Well, we only get one per shift.

- But since I'm working a double...
- Hold on.

Mm, here.

Take these.

I'll take one.

No, take them all, Roger.

You're on the front lines.

That's very nice of
you. Can I get a hug?

How about a polite nod at six feet?

Come on.

We've both been through Katrina
and came out on the other side.

We can survive this, too.

Wear the mask all the time, and
I'll hug you on the other side.

All right, Doc.

Special Agents Gregorio and Carter.

Captain Granger. Welcome aboard.

Nancy McLane.

I'm the medical director
for Eternal Hope.

In the interests of getting
your ship moving again,

I say we get right to it.

Can you tell us about Lieutenant Cooke?

Well, no one knows exactly.

Night watchman saw
something go into the water,

- hit the MOB alarm.
- I did CPR

when they got her back on deck,

but she was already gone.

Likely the jump killed her.

Jump? You think she killed herself?

Railing is four foot high.

Lieutenant Cooke was five foot four.

Accident seems unlikely.

Well, can you show us
where she went overboard?

It's over here.

Who knows about her death?

We tried to keep what happened
quiet as possible, but...

Nothing stays secret
on a ship... for long.

Watchman said she went over about here.

About what time?

Little before midnight.

Why was she on deck that late?

No idea.

We were all in bed. She
was supposed to be, too.

I agree.

This doesn't look like an accident.

It's blood.

Yeah.

And if it was an accident,

there'd be no need to clean that up.

Someone definitely tried to clean it up.

We need to see Lieutenant Cooke's body.

Follow me.

Where are you keeping her?

The Good Hope is outfitted to be

a modified medical facility.

We have a sick bay, a functioning lab

and a small refrigeration unit.

- A morgue?
- Medical missions we take

are to the worst hotspots.

Death is a reality.

- Who's that?
- No one's supposed to be down here.

Federal agents!

Stop!

Any idea who that was?

What's in here?

That's engineering storage.

What the hell is this?

What is this?

Grant and I founded
Eternal Hope ten years ago

after the earthquake in Haiti
led to a cholera outbreak.

We offer support during
the worst medical crises.

Right now that crisis is in the U.S.

We have several metric tons of supplies

that should be offloading
at the Port of New Orleans.

Instead, the ship is
anchored 15 miles offshore.

Because NCIS is investigating
a possible murder.

As well as the cover-up
of three crew members

who have come down with
a respiratory illness

that looks a hell of a lot like COVID.

Thousands of health care
workers are running low on PPE

in New Orleans hospitals.

We can help.

I don't understand why
you're being so obtuse

while people are literally
dying in your streets.

We take Lieutenant Cooke's death

and the sick crew very seriously

and intend to cooperate fully.

Okay.

Anyone on the Good Hope have a
reason to kill Lieutenant Cooke?

We operate three mercy
ships full of hardworking,

dedicated people who have
saved thousands of lives

over the last ten years.

They wouldn't hurt anyone.

And yet, she's dead.

Gonna need access to your records.

Both on the ship and on land.

Of course. Jason and I are in D.C.

catching a flight back to New Orleans.

But we'll alert our staff.

- You'll get what you need.
- Appreciate it.

Can you give me any idea when
the Good Hope can move again?

I honestly can't.

So they cancelled my flight,

but I got a line on a
connecting flight through Rome.

It's got a layover...
Six hours in New York.

Hannah, please. It's not safe

in New York or Rome, or anywhere really.

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Nothing. I'm taking Naomi
to my parents in Kent.

What? No.

Ryan, you have to talk to me
about these things first, okay?

I'm talking to you now,
but things are moving fast,

and it's safer than
the other alternatives.

Okay. Uh, no. That's... It's...

You're right.

It's a good idea.

I'm gonna get a flight to England.

I think you should stay there.

I'll take good care of Naomi.

I got to go.

He's right, you know.

You probably shouldn't travel.

I can't leave Naomi alone.

Look, I understand the parental tug.

But Naomi's not alone.

She's with her dad.

Just keep that in mind as you
decide what you want to do.

Meantime, I got Gregorio
on the big screen.

- Want to join?
- Mm-hmm.

Tell us things.

We're on a floating petri dish.

Three crew members appear to have COVID,

which means the entire ship
was exposed, including us.

Is it... is it possible that
Lieutenant Cooke was killed

because she knew about the
sick crew that was hidden,

so that they could dock in New Orleans

without being quarantined?

Don't know. We don't even
know if she was murdered yet.

Doing a virtual autopsy
with Wade to confirm.

Let us know the results soon as you can.

I get that the outbreak is bad PR,

but it seems like a pretty
thin motive for murder,

especially from a
humanitarian organization.

What can I do?

Figure out if you're traveling or not.

Make sure your family's safe.

I got this.

Hey, Jaques, what's going on?

No.

Since when?

Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know.

Hang in there.

Mayor just announced

that all the New Orleans bars

and restaurants are to
shut down immediately.

I'm looking for anything you can spare.

Body bags, cleaning supplies, personnel.

No, I know you're busy
there, too. Uh, look.

I'll take anything you got.

Except bodies.

I have no space, Roger.

What am I supposed to do?

Well, first, pull up your mask.

Ah, what happened to the
fresh ones I gave you?

This is a fresh one, or was.

I handed the rest out to the crew.

- I'll get some more.
- No need, Doc.

This is my last drop-off.
Then I'm home for the night.

Unless, of course, I have
to find a home for him.

They're ready for us.

Uh... all right, wheel him in.

I'll have to take care
of some business first,

and then I'll find a home for him.

Appreciate it, Doc.

Hope you get a break soon, too.

Hmm.

We have three symptomatic
crew members on board.

No clue how many others.

I'm assuming you've quarantined

the non-essential crew?

We have, but the captain still needs

about ten to keep the ship running.

Gloves and masks on them then.

Way ahead of you.

I'd feel better if you
were in your berths, too.

Berth, Wade, as in one room,

if that's what you can even call it.

Gregorio's unhappy with
the living arrangements.

Gregorio's unhappy

that she didn't bring
a change of clothes.

So what? So you wear the
same clothes for a few days,

like every weekend ever.

Look, we'll be happy
to stay hunkered down,

provided we're not
looking at a murder here.

Unfortunately, I think you
are, based on the lacerations

on Lieutenant Cooke's head and neck.

That could be a result of the fall.

Most of them, yes.

But on the head? Take a
closer look with the camera.

The watchman heard her
hit the side of the ship

on her way overboard.

Yeah. This doesn't look
like blunt force trauma.

No. Looks like some
kind of a foreign object.

You know, if you get me some,
uh, high-res digital photos,

I can create a 3-D model of the wound,

maybe identify the murder weapon.

Sorry to interrupt.

I've identified the men
running away from the sick crew.

Both engineers.

Okay, well,

as good a place to start as any.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Figured you'd be rushing
off to the airport by now.

Yeah, I'm rerouting through England.

I thought I'd help you while I wait.

I've been going through
Eternal Hope's records.

They sent me over ten years of files.

Did you learn anything?

They're registered not for profit,

with a $100 million budget.

Big money means big
opportunity for kickbacks.

Organizations like Eternal
Hope subcontract out

to a lot of for-profit companies
for support and supplies.

New intern?

I'm sorry, Hannah. That's
my goddaughter Donna.

I'm keeping an eye on her
while her mother's out of town.

She's a traveling nurse in New
York helping with the surge.

Don't you have an English
presentation in the morning?

A virtual report to a virtual teacher

who probably won't be paying attention.

Well, um, what your mom is doing
in New York is really brave.

You must be proud.

Oh, yeah, I love being
pawned off while she's out

fighting a deadly virus
that could kill her.

Manners.

Sorry.

Yes, ma'am, I'm very proud.

Ordinarily, we'd question
the two of you separately, but

under the circumstances...

He wants to know why we're here.

Because I saw the two of you run away

from a room filled with sick crew.

And we're wondering why.

No mystery. We were
checking on our friends...

That's very nice, but it
doesn't explain the running.

What it does explain is

that you were hiding those sick men.

All three of them are engineers,

and from what we understand,
you've worked with them for years.

Hey, like I said, our friends.

Who are very sick and who
needed medical attention

on a ship full of doctors.

Yeah. Why didn't you
just alert the captain?

All right. We didn't
want to make a fuss.

Yeah, I don't think
that's what he just said.

You were afraid to
alert the captain, right?

Because you knew there was a pandemic,

and if word got out that
your friends were sick,

the ship wouldn't be allowed to dock.

All-all right, listen.

No one wants to be stuck
here less than me right now.

Okay, I'd do just about
anything to get back to dry land.

But we're wondering what
you'd be willing to do.

Let's say someone found
out about those sick men.

Someone like Lieutenant Cooke.

The woman that fell overboard?

- She was thrown.
- Murdered.

Murder?

He understands that word.

Lieutenant Cooke was down
here with someone else.

She was yelling, and
then she was running...

Down here where?

Lieutenant Cooke was
involved in some sort

of altercation on the cargo deck?

The engineers didn't see who it was,

and only heard Lieutenant Cooke's voice.

Well, it's not much to go on.

NCIS.

I need the special agent in charge.

I'm afraid he's not available.
Uh, could I take a message?

No. I need to speak
to him. It's important.

Who may I say is calling?

Just put him on.

That's not the way this works, sir.

Uh, I'm gonna need to know something.

Tell him it's about
Lieutenant Cooke's murder.

I have information.

Sorry, Loretta. Just wrapping up.

I think you need to hear this.

All right, sir, I have Special
Agent Pride on the line.

You said you have information
about Lieutenant Cooke's death?

Not death. Murder.

Okay.

I want to hear what you have to say.

Why don't we start with your name

and tell me where you are.

I have no name. I won't meet you.

I shouldn't even be on the phone.

Whatever's happened on that ship,

Lieutenant Cooke's not
the first one to die.

She won't be the last.

The call came from a prepaid cell phone.

I can't trace it,

but it did ping off
a tower by the river.

The caller said that she
wasn't the first to die,

and wouldn't be the last.
That's ominous, if not helpful.

None of the other ships

Eternal Hope operates
have had any problems.

Maybe he was referring
to the COVID patients.

I'll look into Eternal
Hope's employee records,

see if anything comes up
as whistleblower material.

You know, I'm gonna
try a few more tricks.

I'm gonna track down that cell phone.

Guessing this means that

you're not rushing to catch a flight?

All the flights are cancelled
until God knows when, and...

But Naomi is safe with her father.

That's a blessing.

Doesn't make it any
easier on you, though.

I got a fully-grown
daughter in New York City.

And I'm still worried about her

every moment of the day.

What happened with the wedding?

Postponed.

I mean, that w... that
was the right choice.

Now I got to deal with the
fact that my future son-in-law

is a detective in the hardest
hit city in the country.

Like I said, it doesn't get easier.

Ma, Brooklyn's not safe right now.

No, not even to bring coffee
cake to Aunt Connie's house

or go to the store, no.

I'm serious. This isn't the flu.

This dangerous, especially at your age.

Yeah... No. I know.

I know, I know you do
Pilates all the time.

But Pilates isn't the cure-all.

I'm fine, Ma. Really.

No, I'm just hanging out at
the apartment with Sebastian,

you know, playing some
games, hanging out.

Ma? Ma?

Lost the damn signal again.

Ships and cell phones don't mix.

Yeah.

You taking all this in stride?

Yeah, I was a Marine.

This right here is what we
call a pretty sweet setup.

Oh, yeah?

It's nice to know I'm not the
only one who lies to my parents.

Yeah, well, I don't want
her worried about me.

When I was in the service,
I used to send my folks

these long e-mails about the
amazing places I was seeing

and the incredible food I was eating.

Mostly, I was sitting in the mud
somewhere eating cold K rations.

They were both in the Navy...
Didn't they know you were lying?

See, that's why I find it
best not to call too often.

When's the last time you talked to them?

Uh, last month.

Geez. I talk to my mother every day.

Yeah. How's that working out for you?

It's about number 32 on
my list of complaints.

You want to know number one?

How we're gonna conduct
a murder investigation

on a ship under quarantine?

Without contracting a deadly virus.

Carefully.

There's a hundred people to question.

We go one by one.

I brought breakfast.

I already had mine. Thanks.

Chips?

Candy worms? Peanut butter pretzels.

- What are you, ten?
- Well, actually, you know, I did a study,

and I have the metabolism

of a 15-year-old cross-country runner

mixed with the brain power
of a 27-year-old PhD student

during oral exams.

Yeah, just eat the fruit.

The 3D model that I've been rendering

of Lieutenant Cooke's
wound is coming along.

I still can't ID the murder weapon yet,

but it looks like it's
some kind of a hand tool.

Yeah, well, that explains

what you've been doing here all night.

What is her excuse?

She's been nonstop.

All right, look,

I know you're still working on it,

but get that picture
to Gregorio and Carter.

They can be on the lookout.

Loretta.

Ah, I know what you're
gonna say. Please don't.

Yes, I promised I would go home,
but I came back here instead,

because COVID isn't
resting... Why should I?

Because COVID is a virus
and you are a person.

Ah. Every time I close my eyes,

I see bodies rolling in.

There are people who are still awake,

working double and triple shifts.

I'm healthy.

I'm trained. I'm here.

Yeah, but you're not gonna
stay healthy if you keep it up.

What if I find something, Dwayne,

something that could help?

That would be...

amazing, Loretta.

And that's why I keep going...

Because that's what's necessary.

We have no idea

how long this pandemic will last.

All the more reason.

Loretta, listen to me.

It's gonna get a whole lot
worse before it gets better.

What have you heard?

Just...

had a conference call with the director.

Projections out of New York are grim.

And we're just at the beginning.

I got a feeling we're gonna
need all of our reserves

to weather this storm.

Been packing all morning,

but this is all of it.

Cleared out the walk-in
and the storage room.

Yeah, well, it should
be more than enough.

Yeah. For now.

Every restaurant, bar and
music club in town shut down?

A lot of people out of
work who can't afford it.

Put together some care
packages for y'all.

Food, cleaning supplies,

masks...

Pay you through the month.

Longer if we can.

Thank you so much, Pride.

I really appreciate this, Dwayne.

But...

but can you afford it?

Food'll go bad if we don't use it.

Not the food.

The pay.

I know what the margins are on a bar.

You just take care of your family.

Don't worry about us. Okay?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Yeah.

If you do recall something,

just, you know, flag us down, okay?

Thanks.

I got to get this mask off.

- You want to take a coffee break?
- No.

No more stale coffee or
prepackaged breakfast bars.

I need some real food in my body,

and an actual shower.

How many days have we been on this ship?

Two days, Gregorio. I thought
you were New York tough.

Don't start with me, Quentin.

I'm gonna get you that coffee.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

I remember you.

I interviewed you yesterday.

Cargo mate, right?

Cargo mate's a boss.
I work for a living.

Okay.

Is there anything you can tell me

about Lieutenant Cooke's death?

I know why you're really here.

It's got nothing to
do with the dead lady.

Oh, yeah?

You came here...

to shut us down and keep us quiet.

Delivering a corona death
warrant to everybody onboard.

Mm.

And the messed-up part...

You're killing yourself.

You do it with a smile,

Makes perfect sense. DoD
has nothing better to do

than to send in two
highly trained agents

to a medium-sized ship in the Gulf

to make sure a hundred
people get COVID and die.

Well, which part isn't true?

We're in the middle of the ocean.

Can't dock.

Can't move.

And no one's coming to rescue us.

You can call me names all you want,

but this...

it's the ship of the damned.

You're just as screwed
as the rest of us.

What was that about?

Dude thinks we're all
gonna die out here,

and I'm fighting real
hard not to see his logic.

Where's my coffee?

Something better.

Probably tastes the same.

Saw it hooked to the wall
when I went below deck.

But looks like that picture
Sebastian sent us, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah. Asked the bosun's mate about it.

Turns out these are
positioned all over the ship.

Including the cargo deck.

Could be our murder weapon.

Yeah.

We searched the lower decks

looking for a similar wrench.

And we found about a dozen.

But closer to the cargo
deck, we found this one.

Only partially secure in its casing.

Like someone put it back in a rush?

Looks pretty clean to me.

Well, whoever took it,
washed it down. However...

This is the killer's weapon.

See the blood spatter?

We weren't able to pull a print.

We'll see what other analysis we can run

with the supplies on the ship here.

All right, well, keep me posted.

Hey, Pride,

any idea when we can
get back to dry land?

I wish I had an answer for you.

But with the possibility
of COVID on the ship,

they-they just won't let you dock.

I promise you, though,
I'll get you back,

even if I have to commandeer
a boat and get you myself.

Looking for some answers, P.

All I can tell you is, civics is boring.

Donna, hey.

How you doing?

Civics is not boring.

Not if you study it right.

Civics is the building
block of our society.

From the Civil War...

To the Civil Rights Movement

and every other great social
movement in the last 150 years.

Yeah, I know, Pride.

I wrote a term paper about
it in the eighth grade,

and won a scholarship.

Why do I have to do
it again to graduate?

Look like you're not doing it at all.

Just sitting there
planning your next revolt.

We're not relitigating this.

Big word for a girl

who ignored her English essay

and snuck out of the house to
meet up her friends last night.

Ain't that right, Pride?

I tend to agree.

Not if you knew the whole truth.

I needed something to eat
'cause my godfather here

doesn't keep anything in the house.

Well, that's fair.

I mean, peop... You
know, people need to eat.

It's called "food delivery."

And ask permission,

like most adults have to do every day.

Communication is key.

And a two-way street, right, Dwayne?

Always, but you have to...

"Stay at home" means stay at home.

So that gives you the right

to hack into my social
media and personal phone

- to shut them all down?
- Damn right.

I'm judge, jury and executioner

until you graduate out of high school.

You hacked her?

Can't call it hacking

if her password is her favorite color.

It's just... It's a bit extreme, though.

I mean, considering
your high school career.

Look, Donna's not me.

This girl has been a straight
A student ever since preschool.

Model behavior, until now.

How do I get through to her?

Maybe by saying
everything you just said.

Well, how about I tell
you everything I know

about your mystery caller?

You got something on the
Eternal Hope whistleblower?

I was just getting ready to call you.

Found out everything.

His prepaid cell phone...
It was purchased two blocks

from Eternal Hope's New
Orleans headquarters.

So likely, he works there.

Pulled up security footage
from the bank across the street.

This is Darin Collinsworth.

He's the logistics
manager at Eternal Hope.

He worked there for ten years.

Since the beginning.

Except, he hasn't been in
the office for two days.

However, I have his home address.

Well, that's good work, P. Thank you.

- All right, this is the place.
- Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going, girl?
We got to suit up.

Well, I don't feel like
we need to get tactical

to pick up a logistics specialist.

I'm not talking flak
jackets. I'm talking PPE.

Oh, yeah, I got a mask.

- You have a bandana.
- Yeah.

This is the real deal.

Okay.

Okay.

There we go.

I only got one of these. Sorry.

Pretty steampunk, though, right?

The steampunkiest.

- Right?
- Let's go.

Darin Collinsworth?

Federal agents. Open up.

Someone's moving in there.

He was trying to get out the window.

Wait, wait. Hannah! Hannah!

I think he's infected.

Darin Collinsworth is in the
ICU at St. Augustus Hospital.

So our whistleblower can't fill
in any blanks about what ties

Eternal Hope to
Lieutenant Cooke's murder?

No, but there was a stockpile of masks,

canned soup, and a file box
filled with Eternal Hope paperwork.

Mostly medical records from
old mercy missions, financials.

And there are quite a few expenditures

with no clear indication
of where the money went.

Half a million mystery dollars.

Founding partners at Eternal
Hope have been hard to reach,

but neither of them were on that ship

when Lieutenant Cooke was killed.

So our suspect's still here.

You guys get anything else
off of the murder weapon?

No.

Re-canvass the ship.

Focus on direct
employees of Eternal Hope.

If somebody was
stealing at headquarters,

they might be paying
somebody on the ship

to help 'em cover it up.

That's gonna be tricky, Pride.

Six more crew got sick today.

Everyone but essentials
supposed to stay in their berths.

Yeah. Well, do what you can.

Stay safe.

Hmm.

Patrol officer at St. Augustus Hospital

just had to forcibly remove Mullins

from the lobby.

He was trying to get in to see

our whistleblower.

All right, I got it, guys.

Special Agent Pride,

can you explain to these men
I haven't broken any laws?

You tried to gain access to the ICU.

I'm a doctor. I wanted to
see if I could help Darin.

Well, plenty of other
doctors are doing that.

I've known the man for ten years.

His family can't see him.

Didn't want him to be alone.

Yeah, well, that's admirable.

You think there's more to it?

Darin Collinsworth reached
out to me the other night.

He said that Lieutenant Cooke's
death was not the only one

connected to Eternal Hope.

I don't know how to respond to that.

All right, well, I'll give you more.

Collinsworth had files at his apartment.

Medical and financial records

from Eternal Hope's missions overseas.

If Darin thought there was a problem,

he would have come to me.

Unless you were part of the problem.

My team found evidence of missing money.

And that's why you think
someone killed your sailor?

Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

$492,000 to be precise.

Yeah. I'm aware. So is
everyone else at Eternal Hope.

We're an NGO that travels
to Third World countries

to provide medical care and supplies.

Often in remote areas.

We deal with government
corruption, militias.

- Bandits.
- Payoff money.

Literally the cost of doing
business. Industry practice.

We'll be happy to let you know

where every penny of that cash went.

I'll need to see that.

Eternal Hope is being
completely aboveboard with you.

We're on your side.

Someone killed Lieutenant
Cooke on your ship.

And the man in that hospital told me

there's more to the story.

Think it's fair to say that
not everyone is on our side.

We just need a few minutes to talk.

I can't.

I have 18 confirmed sick,

and probably double that by tomorrow.

Hey, we know you got your hands full,

but we are talking to everyone

who's directly employed by Eternal Hope.

You and the medical team in
there are our last interviews.

And you think one of us killed
Lieutenant Cooke over money?

- How did you...?
- It's a ship.

No secrets, remember?

But I can tell you

that everyone who works for Eternal Hope

is dedicated to healing people.

No doubt. But we know cash
is used for payoff money.

Maybe some of it doesn't get
to where it's supposed to.

We go into hot zones without
knowing if we're gonna come out.

Nobody does this job to get rich.

Darin Collinsworth said
something else is going on,

and that's what got
Lieutenant Cooke killed.

Then you should talk to him.

He's on a ventilator.

Look, I appreciate that you
are trying to find a killer.

It's important work, but
right now, secondary to mine.

Dr. McLane...

I am also trying to find
a killer, except mine

is invisible and has the capacity

to take out every single person
on this ship, including you.

So if you know what's good for you,

you'll go back to your
berth and stay there.

Excuse me. I've got work to do.

Oh. Please don't tell
me you need something.

I literally have nothing left to give.

No, no. I'm here for you.

Just wanted to see if
you needed any help.

Could you stop these folks from dying?

Put a pause on this whole thing?

No.

But I can make a really good cup of tea.

You usually like it when I do that.

That's sweet, Sebastian.

I'll tell you what I could really use.

- What's that? Cookies?
- A refrigerated truck.

For the overflow.

I'm on it.

No.

Roger.

Old fool.

So the house is good?

Yeah? They made a nice room for you?

Mm. It smells like wet wood.

That's okay.

You'll get used to it.

Are you okay, Mom?

Yeah, baby, I'm fine.

I'm just glad you and Dad
made it safe and sound.

We're okay. I just...

What if I don't get to see you again?

Oh, baby, of course
you're gonna see me again.

This is just a moment in time.

Your dad's taking
really good care of you.

And I'm taking good care of me.

And we will see each other soon.

Yeah, that's a promise.

Okay?

Okay.

Love you, Mom.

What is going on here?

I had an idea.

Yeah. Stockpiling?

I think you went overboard.

We don't need all this.

It's not for us.

Earlier today, Joe Ricky came in.

Works oyster bar at Felix's?

Yeah. He got laid off.

He got nothing but empty
cupboards and three kids.

So you, uh... thought
you'd help him out?

Yeah. Not just him.

See, our suppliers got all
this food that's gonna go bad.

People need help.

I told Ricky to spread the word
to all the restaurant workers.

Anybody else who needs help in the area.

It's kind of brilliant.

And expensive.

Put your money away, brother.

I'm all in. Let's help folks.

Oh, if you really feel that way,

go grab the last stack
of boxes from the car.

My arms are feeling rubbery.

Yeah, you rest.

Ah.

Where are we in such a rush to get?

We're gonna take another
look at the cargo deck.

Whatever happened to
Lieutenant Cooke started there.

We're gonna retrace her steps.

Do you think something's missing?

I wouldn't be surprised.

And anyway, we're stuck here.

What else are we gonna do?

- Oh. You okay?
- Yeah.