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ANNOUNCER: Crescent City, give it up
for the Navy's very own...

Golden Aces!

Danny, phone.

I'm texting Shay.

He's got a thing for Shay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey...

I'm aware.

CJ:
Whoa!

That was tight!

Right, D?

It was pretty
cool, I guess.

See? When you
open your eyes,

look what surprises
life gives you.

ANNOUNCER:
In a few minutes,

American hero,
Lieutenant Lindsay Garrett.

Ready, kid?

I was born ready, old man.

(both chuckle)

You're looking
a little pale.

You good?

Absolutely.

Let's do this.

ANNOUNCER:
Please put your hands together

for New Orleans' own
Lindsay Garrett,

flying the Navy's
brand-new fighter jet,

the A06 Skystormer!

(cheering)

(cheering continues)

CONTROLLER: Runway 3 waiting.
You are clear for takeoff.

Yeah, yeah!

(engines whirring)

(rumbling)

(whoops)

Oh!
Whoa-ho-ho!

Whoa!
Whoa!

The plane don't
look too good.

(gasping)

(crowd screaming, shouting)

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x03 ♪
Touched by the Sun
Original Air Date on October 6, 2015

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

So clown shows up
half hour late,

in a janky-ass
track suit,

and barbecue stains
down the front.

(laughs)
What'd you do?

I was, like, "Bye, Felicia""
Gonna have to take

a whole lot more
effort than that

to get with all of this.

(both laugh)

How about you, Ms. Thing?

How's, uh, the
roving reporter?

You know, ex-fiancé
with the Hugh Grant accent.

That's on an... as-needed basis.

James is on assignment in Kenya.

So you playing the field?

I'm open to it
if something interesting

comes along, yeah.

Kudos to you
for having standards.

Unlike Mr. Walk of
Shame over here.

I don't even want to know
what kind of suck-face scars

you got going on
under that collar.

I got nothing to hide.

Rough night, Lasalle, huh?

If by "rough, you
mean legendary.

My man,

were we on fire last night,
or what?

Hold up, you two
went out together?

The image of Patton Plame
twerking on a bar

is not gonna be
easy to erase.

Oh, I got

my ways.
Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have lost the evite.
(phone chirping)

What about you, B?
Probably in my spam folder.

It's Pride.
Better get that Joe to go.

Plane crash
to investigate.

WADE: The victim's
Lieutenant Lindsay Garrett,

age 26.

(camera shutter clicking)

She was the first
female combat pilot

to receive a Silver Star
for bravery

after leading a mission
to Syria.

Took out a band
of insurgents,

saved hundreds
of innocent civilians.

You brought the boys
to see her?

Yeah. I thought it'd be
a fun family day.

Didn't work out so well.

Single mother at 50.
Ah. Working on it.

Okay, so far,
fragmentation patterns

to the lower body and torso.

(shutter clicking)

Multiple blunt injuries
to the head.

It's typical of
catastrophic accidents.

WOMAN:
Agent Pride.

Madam Secretary.
You're here fast.

I was attending
the air show.

Do you know Doc Wade?

Yeah.
Ma'am.

Lieutenant Garrett
was a hero.

(sighs): A role model
for the Navy.

Loss is immeasurable.

For a multitude
of reasons.

The Skystormer's a
crucial component

of the Navy's
defense arsenal.

For that reason, Melanie Pratt,
the jet contractor,

Curtwell Industries' liaison

to the Navy,
is here to provide full support.

Whatever you need, Agent Pride.

History and specs on the plane
would be great.

I'll call my office, have them
send over the complete files.

Thank you.

Three weeks ago,

POTUS approved shipment
of the Skystormer

to strategically located
bases around the globe

as part of a large-scale
defense strategy.

But until we're certain
of what caused this crash,

that rollout has
been held up.

Leaving the Navy vulnerable.

We need to find out
what caused the accident.

The plane or the pilot.

Counting on you, Dwayne,
and your team

to make this happen.

(phone rings)
We won't let you down.

It's Washington.
Excuse me.

The black box
is uploaded, King.

Be right there.

MAN: According
to the flight data recorder,

Lieutenant Garrett started
having trouble 46 seconds in,

which is when she stopped communicating
with flight control.

Her comms go out?
Flight data confirms

they were functional,
but no distress call.

Shortly after last contact,
plane's flight pattern

was overridden
by the ACLS.

ACLS?

Aircraft Carrier Landing System.

Advanced technology
designed to land planes

onto aircraft carriers.

Carriers have shorter
landing strips than airfields.

PRATT: To compensate,
the ACLS sends the plane

into a rapid descent,
followed by a condensed landing

buffered
by the ship's tail hooks.

But if the function was
initiated mid-flight...

It would send the plane
into a steep nosedive.

And without tail hooks to help
bring the plane to a halt...

It'd be a death trap.

MAN:
Plane dropped a thousand feet

at close to 300 miles an hour.

A pilot of Garrett's caliber
would understand

the ramifications
of initiating such a function.

Yeah.

Software glitch?
PRATT: Not possible.

Once airborne, the only way
to initiate the ACLS

is manually-- from the cockpit.

And once it was triggered,
Lieutenant Garrett

made no attempt
to course-correct or eject.

So it's possible that this is...
not an accident after all.

Possible the Navy's finest...

crashed her plane
into the ground on purpose.

LINDSAY: Picture yourself
hurtling through the air

at 1,500 miles an hour,

ten tons of titanium
strapped to your person.

That's what it's like
being a fighter pilot.

Closest you can get
to being part machine.

MAN (on video):
Are you ever afraid?

Well, if I was,
do you think I'd admit it?

(laughs)

No, the...

difference between
life and death up there

is being able
to compartmentalize the fear.

Put it in a box
and get the job done.

Lieutenant Lindsay Garrett,

second-generation
military pilot.

Graduated top of her class
at Naval Fighter Weapons School.

After Garrett was awarded
the Silver Star

for her mission in Syria,
she garnered

national attention.
SONJA: No doubt. Homegirl's

a media darling.

New York Post, Top Trends,
Celebrity Beat.

LASALLE:
Smart, strong,

easy on the eyes--
total package.

PRIDE: Yet we're supposed to
believe she killed herself and

put a multimillion-dollar jet

into the ground.

Why?

Chris, Brody,
head to Belle Chase.

Look into Garrett's
mental state

in the days leading
up to the air show.

I'll have Patton check
into her digital footprint.

Percy, stay on top of
Wade and Sebastian.

MAN:
Agent Pride.

I'm here about my daughter.

My wife Sandra died

when Lindsay was just seven.

Pretty much just been
the two of us after that.

Must have been tough.
We managed.

Used to take Lindz out
in the Cessna on the weekends.

(chuckles)

Kid never wanted to come down.

Said she loved
being up so high,

so close to the sun.

We're sorry for your loss.

I understand
you were...

with your daughter

before the show.

Did you notice anything...

(sighs):
I don't know...

off?

With Lindsay?
Captain,

they're asking questions

about your daughter's actions

in the cockpit.
I've been in the service

more than half my life--
I know how this works.

How's that?
Business of war.

Fancy new jet
comes with agendas.

Multimillion-dollar toy gets
a glitch, now, that's a problem.

But... something wrong
with the pilot?

That they can live with.

My job here is just...

is simply to find the truth.
The truth...

is my daughter was
an exemplary pilot,

as competent
and capable

as anyone out there, any age,

male or female.

SONJA:
Excuse me.

Doc Wade.

Says she got something.

WADE:
Upon examining

the victim, I found
several traumatic injuries,

but it's likely the fatal blow
was to the skull.

PRIDE:
Hey, Danny, how you doing?

Good.
Cool?

Yes, sir.
WADE: Danny, where's Lieutenant...

Garrett's paperwork?

Filed it, just
like you asked.

No, these are alphabetical--
I asked you

to file it
by medical code.

Sorry. I forgot.
Danny,

this internship
is an opportunity,

which means...
rising to the task,

diligence
and attention to detail.

I know.

Every fact in
its place...

Brings the truth to bear.

Yes.
She says that a lot.

Believe me, I know.
WADE: So...

along with
the subdural hematoma

on the right frontal lobe

caused by the impact
of the crash,

something else caught my eye.

Her eyes.

Ruptured blood vessels.

Indicative of G-LOC.

Exposure to excessive G-forces?

Statistically, G-LOC is
one of the most common causes

of pilot-error crashes.

Loss of blood
to the brain

leads to impaired vision,

disorientation,
blackouts.

All reasons Garrett
could have triggered the ACLS.

WADE: By accident. Sebastian's
running a flight simulation

to test my theory.

I feel the need,

the need for speed.
Ow!

Yeah, sorry, Wordy Nerdy,
not feeling the Maverick vibe.

More of a Goose, aren't I?
Yeah.

P-dawg! Missed
you last night

with the boys.
Yo, what the hell?

String Bean hung out
with Patton and Lasalle?

Hells, yeah. Guys night.
It's a bonding ritual.

Goes back to the
Middle Paleolithic era

when male hunters would gather
to celebrate abundance.

Anyway,
should have been there, man.

It was... pretty crazy.

What was it, buddy?
Uh, two Sea Breezes?

And a Tom Collins.

Shake off that hangover, dear,

so you can tell us
about your simulation.

Right. Okay, so, uh...

(clears his throat)

Heads-up display from the
cockpit of the Skystormer.

I ran my simulation
program on the last

30 seconds of Lieutenant
Garrett's air show flight.

When the ACLS function was triggered?
Exactly.

So, at the point of initiation,
Garrett was pulling four g's.

But as the plane fell
into a rapid descent

and increased in speed,
it elevated up to six. Now,

watch what happens
at five seconds to impact.

Dials level off.

Five, four, three, two...

Plane's down,
and as you can see,

she still only maxed out
at six g's.

Well, how many g's does it take
to suffer from G-LOC?

Pilot of Garrett's experience?

Minimum eight.

So, no G-LOC?

No. All signs still point

to Lieutenant Garrett
voluntarily initiating the ACLS.

Well, I, for one, am not ready
to accept that conclusion.

At least not until I look
further into the victim's body.

BRODY: Commander Wilson, you were
Lieutenant Garrett's C.O.

for the last two years?

Yes. She was one of the most
prolific pilots

I've seen in my career.

Stress assessment and
situational awareness skills

were off the charts.

Pilots like that
don't go off the rails,

crash their planes
intentionally.

Did Garrett show
any signs of physical

or mental duress
prior to the air show?

Physicians cleared her
for sea flights

on the Skystormer
less than three months ago.

Awarded her top marks
across the board.

But I wasn't actually in contact
with her on the day to day.

Might be helpful for you to talk
to some of her squad mates.

MAN:
Garrett was cool.

She could hold her own
well enough with the guys.

Gave us as good as she's got,
right, Gator?

Yeah. Damn straight.

Gator, huh?

University of Florida.

Bama. Roll Tide.

You guys were close with Garrett?
Training partners

on the Skystormer
test flights.

Yeah, Gator here
was her understudy.

LC was in first position.

I was her number two.

LC?
Garrett's call sign.

Lucky Charm on account
of her, uh... charmed career.

How did you guys feel
about that?

Lindsay getting
all this attention?

Oh, we gave her crap sometimes.

You know, about being
the Navy's golden girl.

End of the day,
we were real proud

to call Lindsay
our squad mate and our friend.

Yeah. (clears his throat)

Well, most of us were.

Easy, Doog.

You guys have something
to tell us?

Look, fellas, we're just trying

to get a feel
where's Lindsay's head was.

When Garrett first got here,

there were some rumors
floating around.

What kind of rumors?

That she, uh, didn't exactly

earn her spot on the squad.

Meaning?

Meaning...

maybe her test scores weren't
exactly up to snuff.

BRODY:
Called the Naval

Fighter School, put in
a request for Garrett's records.

Well, I guess we'll see
if those, uh, rumors

about her test scores
hold weight.

You know, if Garrett was a guy,
would people be questioning her?

No way. If you're pretty,
you slept your way to the top.

If you're smart and ambitious,
you're a bitch.

That seems pretty simple.

You don't play up your gender
at work, shouldn't be a factor.

Well, why wouldn't we play up
a thing that makes us unique?

Yeah. I mean, guys don't have
to apologize for being guys.

Yeah, especially when it comes
to guys night.

Us skirts aren't good enough
to hang with the big guns.

It ain't personal.
It's bro code.

Yeah, well, bro
code is broken.

Just another way to
keep the ladies down.

If Garrett were receiving
preferential treatment,

maybe she was worried
about it going public.

Yeah, expose Navy's
golden girl as a fraud.

Well, that'll be
a big-ass scandal.

Yeah, but big enough to crash
a plane at an air show?

I don't buy it.

I don't buy it, either.
He twerks, he works.

(laughter)

Follow me.

So as I delved into Fly Girl's
digital footprint,

her e-mails, her text messages,
her online purchases...

Anything of note

Well, other than
her scented-candle fetish,

her life was
humdrum.

So I started looking into
Garrett's public persona,

which is where I stumbled
across this charmer.

Rudimentary but threatening.

(gunfire)

Translation of the Arabic--

"Eye for an eye,
soul for a soul."

WADE:
Hate threats?

Possible retribution for the
mission Garrett flew in Syria.

I got Patton
tracking the IP now.

Those threats make sense
based on what I just found.

I examined
Lieutenant Garrett's organs,

and in addition
to scarred lung tissue,

I discovered damaged neurons
and white matter

in the brain, which is typically
a side effect of chemotherapy.

Garrett's mother
died of cancer.

But there was no sign
of it in Lindsay.

What I did discover
was a potent neurotoxin

in her bloodstream.

You know what kind?

Well, we're running
tests now, but

that toxin was strong enough

to completely shut down

Garrett's
central nervous system.

Symptoms?
Well, it's similar to G-LOC.

Blurry vision, loss of muscle
control, impaired judgment.

All reasons Garrett could
have made an honest mistake.

Well, how did a neurotoxin
like that get into her system?

Not naturally.

My theory-- she
was poisoned.

Which means this plane crash...

Just became a murder
investigation.

Poisoned?

M.E. found a
potent neurotoxin

in Lieutenant
Garrett's system.

Symptoms can range
from impaired vision,

loss of muscle control,

confusion.

Which would affect Garrett's
performance in the cockpit.

Running tests now
to figure out what the toxin is.

Meantime, we're shifting our
focus to identifying suspects.

Figure out who had motive
and access to Garrett.

Thanks. Any leads?

Online threat,
tensions within her squad.

Garrett flies over 30
combat missions overseas.

Killed in an air show back home.

Regardless, if
Lieutenant Garrett was poisoned,

it clears the plane, correct?

Not comfortable going on record
one way or another.

At least not until
we have all the facts at hand.

Well, what's your time frame
on that?

Long as it takes.

(phone rings)

Washington?

Virginia.

Oh. Your little girl.

How-how is she?

Not so little. She's a
junior in high school.

Driver's permit?

Two weeks ago.

Tempted to put
security detail on her.

Well, may give you
peace of mind now.

Cost you an arm and
a leg in therapy later.

It's all just terrifying,
isn't it?

Imagine putting her in the
cockpit of a fighter jet.

Look, Dwayne, I know how
important your work is to you.

It's one of the qualities
I admire most.

But I have people in Washington
who need answers.

Madam Secretary,

a young woman's legacy
is at stake here.

Believe me, I know.

So, I'm going to stall
as long as I can with the hope

you find who killed this girl.

PATTON: From the first moment
I saw it, this video

didn't make any
sense to me.

See, jihad work is
hella more sophisticated

than this Looney
Tune crap.

(gunfire)
And sure enough,

when I delved into the software,

I found out
that it was homegrown,

made right here
in the U.S. of A.

Specifically,
Flash 6, C++ vector.

That good or bad?
Neither.

Any starving
Pixar wannabe

worth their weight
can pirate a copy.

But this particular version was
licensed and legit by this cat.

Kellan Falk.
PRIDE: We know who he is?

Director
of Lindsay's documentary.

Now he'd have access to
Lieutenant Garrett, but motive?

Let's find out.

It wasn't meant to be
a literal interpretation.

It's hard to interpret
"eye for an eye" any other way.

You're a smart
guy, Kellan.

You should know that your videos
amount to a terrorist threat.

Made with your software.

Which may have led to a murder.

When's the last time
you saw Lindsay?

Uh...

Couple weeks ago, we did

an interview for the
documentary's DVD extras.

Excuse me.

You've done what? Two movies

since your documentary
with Lindsay?

Three if you count my short.

You've still got
her pictures up?

The film was my baby.

It holds a very special place
in my heart.

What about Lindsay?

Does she hold a special
place in your heart, too?

Look, filming with Lindsay
was very intense.

We got close.

How close?
Were you romantically involved?

Lindsay wasn't interested
in going there.

She said the demands of her job
made a relationship impossible.

Sounds like she just
wasn't that into you.

So you figured if you scared her
from going back into the field,

maybe she'd change her mind?

And when that didn't work...
Wait.

would never have hurt Lindsay.

I wanted
to take care of her.

I wanted to protect her.

From what? ISIS? Al-Qaeda?

And some threats closer to home.

There's some footage from the
documentary you need to see.

Job's tough enough as it is.

Feels like you're carrying
the weight of the world.

I mean, add in being the...

only female
in a sea of sharks...

...burden gets
that much heavier.

(sniffles)

Let's stop.

There on the wrist.

Zoom in, please.

(phone chimes)

It's Shay.

She's pissed I'm never around.

Okay, that's not
my concern at the moment,

nor should it be yours.

Why you got
to be so hard?

I am not being hard,
but I do have expectations.

Well, maybe your
expectations are too high.

Look, I don't think so,
and neither should you.

I'm not you. Okay, I'm not
some rock star in the lab.

I'm never gonna be.

And if that's not good enough,
then I'm out of here.

Danny.
Back off.

Just leave me alone.

Danny.

Everything all right?

Yeah.
I, uh...

I found the welt
on the wrist

the documentarian
was talking about.

It's at time code
a minute, 27.

SEBASTIAN:
Oh, yeah, there it is.

Well, based on the size
and the scope, I'd bet money

this mark's a
defensive wound.

By the depth of color, I'd say
it's about three days old.

Somebody assaulted
Garrett.

Hang on. What is that?

This bruise seems

to have a slightly raised
pattern injury.

Usually it indicates that the
attacker was wielding something

that left an impression
in the victim's skin.

Can you work
your magic on it?

Magic? Yeah,
I like the sound of that.

I always wanted
to be a magician as a kid,

but then I figured out
how David Copperfield

made the Statue of Liberty
disappear

and it totaled my whole...
Abracadabra, homes.

Sorry. Right.
Okay, so,

add a negative filter,

sharpen the edges a bit here,

and give the whole thing
a high-res pixel finish.

Presto.
LASALLE: I'll be damned.

Is that...?
Gator Nation.

Gator Nation?

They gave them
their own country?

You think I poisoned Garrett?
I think you don't like playing

second fiddle.

So you started rumors
about Lindsay's test scores.

Rumors that weren't true,
because Lindsay was top gun--

best in her class-- I've got
the records here to prove it.

But you didn't like
being beat out by a woman.

So... you slip something
to Garrett, get her to mess us

at the air show,
and then suddenly

the understudy
is piloting the Skystormer.

I had nothing but respect
for Garrett.

Bruises say otherwise.

What's wrong, Val, you nervous?

Your hands are shaking.
Nah, just...

Look, I didn't touch her
that hard.

Why the hell were you
touching her at all?

Past couple weeks...

L.C. was acting... weird.

Cranky, tired...

just figured
she was burnt out.

But then,
she started disappearing.

Disappearing?
Couple days at a time.

I got worried.

Went to talk to her.

When I asked her what's up...

she started freaking out.

Saying that I was questioning
her abilities.

Kind of sounds like you were.
I told you,

I was just looking out for her.

Things got heated.

We were angry, yelling.

At one point,
Lindsay came at me,

took a swing.

So I grabbed her wrist
to stop her.

Lindsay came at you?

I'm telling you the truth.
If this is the truth,

then why didn't you mention this
when we stopped by the base?

Because the hell if
I was gonna give you

or anybody else something that
might tarnish her reputation.

Ice Man melt?

(sighs):
Still not copping to anything.

Just finished going
through Garrett's calendar.

Find anything?

Well, besides this girl
being majorly maxed out--

test flights,
training, media--

I also noticed these X's

randomly popping up every month.

So I cross-referenced
Garrett's calendar

with her OMPF file--
turns out these are

her vacation days.

Navy personnel get 30 days
leave per year, correct?

Correct. Most sailors
take them in clumps.

You know, a week at the beach
here, four-day weekend there.

Garrett takes two days
at a time every month.

BRODY:
Possibly sneaking away

to meet someone--
boyfriend, maybe?

Docu-dork said Garrett
didn't have time for guys.

SONJA: What she did have
was a short-term

rental in Belle Rose,
under the name Elle Cee Sandra.

That's a play on
Garrett's call sign.

Clever.
Oh, us girls can be like that.

LASALLE: That's not gonna get you
an invite to guys' night.

You two can discuss it
on your way to Belle Rose.

Find out what Lindsay Garrett
was doing down there.

We're on it, King.

WOMAN:
Real sweet girl.

Always left the place tidy,
even the bathroom.

I can't tell you

how many renters have
serious hygiene issues.

(laughs)

Lieutenant Garrett ever say
why she was in town?

No. She said she like the area.

Dang keys.

Ah, now, let me, uh,
help you there.

Thank you, dear.

We got a runner!

He's going through
the back door!

I'll cut him off!

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

NCIS.

Get out the damn car.

Captain Garrett?

Hands up.

LASALLE: Get 'em
on the hood.

He's clean.

Not exactly.

Needles, Captain?

Your daughter have a history of
drug use you forgot to mention?

This isn't the Lindsay I knew.

Life of a fighter pilot:

intense,

high-pressure.

You know that
better than anyone.

So tell me about
the needles.

I got a call yesterday.

Owner of the apartment
said Lindsay was late

with the rental fee.

That I was the...
the emergency contact.

I didn't even know

she had rented
the place.

So I'm just
going down there

to see what's going on...

Before the Navy gets wind
of anything first?

What you did--

impeding
a federal investigation--

could get you
in a world of trouble!

I know.

But I saw these needles,
and I thought,

so this is her legacy?

Not what she's done
for this country?

And all the lives
that she saved?

But a...
female pilot

who cracks under pressure.

As an agent, I cannot
condone what you did today.

But as a father...

Come on.

I got some coffee going.

BRODY:
Delusions, paranoia,

shakes...
SONJA: All kinds of whacked-out crap

people do when
they're on drugs.

Any of which could
cause Garrett

to mistakenly
activate the ACLS,

not to mention account for
neurotoxins in her blood.

Well, it's common knowledge
military pilots

been using amphetamines
to combat fatigue

since the Second World War.

And you saw her schedule:
jam-packed.

Being a fighter pilot--
intense enough as it is.

Add to that being
the female face of the Navy.

Well, the girl had to be
feeling the squeeze.

So steroids or speed
would make sense

to help keep up with the pace.
Shot up a bad batch,

could've been cut
with some kind of toxins.

Ladies, needles can sometimes
have serial numbers.

Shipping order
from the medical supply company

where Garrett's needles
were sold.

See, guys can be clever, too.

Fertility clinic.

It's not the sordid
drug den I was expecting.

From guys' night to hormonal chicks
trying to get knocked up.

Sad turn of events
for you, Lasalle.

Guys' night really
bugs you, don't it.

You want to know
who led the Pelicans

in assists last year?
Tyreke Evans.

You want to talk
micro brews?

DBA on Frenchman has
a solid 20 taps.

And if the conversation
moves to supermodels...

I'm a Kate Upton girl.

'Cause I appreciate curves.

Do you, now?

(sighs)

You know, I would totally
ace boys' night.

I'll make sure
and spread the word.

How long have you
guys been trying?

We don't have any kind of carnal knowledge.
Oh. Yeah, not even close.

MAN:
Agents Percy and Lasalle?

Get off of me!

She'd been coming to us

for about three months,

on the 21st and 22nd day
of her monthly cycle.

"Cycle" is another word for...
I know what a cycle means.

Now, that explains
the vacation days,

but everything we
learned about Garrett,

she was more focused on
her career, not babies.

Oh, Lindsay wasn't trying
to get pregnant,

she was harvesting eggs.

Unfortunately,
Lieutenant Garrett's case

was complicated-- she had
an unusually low egg count

for someone her age.
So the last time

she was here,
we gave her a prescription

for injectable
gonadotropins.

Okay, now that's
out of my wheelhouse.

Fertility hormones.

PRATT: Fertility drugs
cause side effects.

Doctor at the clinic said
they can vary:

headaches, blurred vision,
fatigue...

All things
which likely contributed

to Lieutenant Garrett

erroneously triggering
the ACLS.

Possible.

We're still running tests

to match the hormones
and the neurotoxin found

in Lieutenant Garrett's system.

Feels like you're grasping here.

The facts speak for themselves.

The plane was clean.

Madam Secretary,
if you don't mind,

I'll catch up
with you

in a few minutes.

Sure.

I understand
how it seems on the page,

but the facts haven't
all lined up yet.

Navy protocol states
that pilots must disclose

all medication down to the
last tablet of ibuprofen,

and yet, Garrett didn't.

Only woman
in an all-male squadron.

(sighs) Not the friendliest
place to talk about babies.

Right, and any reason
to question Garrett's commitment...

Believe me, I get it.

But the second
I acknowledge it,

I'm accused of
going soft. Hm?

Bottom line is,
if Garrett was remiss

in any way and caused that crash,
then the truth has to come out.

Well, and it will,

soon as we have all the
necessary information.

Washington's getting antsy.

I need my people
to start filing a report

ruling one way or the other.

WADE:
Tox screen came back clean

for gonadotropins.

PRIDE:
So Garrett wasn't taking

fertility drugs.
Apparently not.

I called the pharmacy
in Belle Rose.

Turns out she never filled
out the prescription;

requested the pharmacy

to put the prescription
on hold for a month.

She pushed it
until after the air show.

Garrett was doing
the right thing--

making sure she was fit
to fly the Skystormer.

This case makes no sense.

Unknown toxin
in the blood,

damaged lungs,
and still no definitive cause

for Garrett to make
this kind of a mistake?

Well, if it was a mistake.
You don't work

as hard as Lieutenant Garrett
to get to the top,

and then just throw it all away.

Says the first woman to join

the Louisiana Board
of Medical Examiners.

Woman of color at that.

It was a boys' club, no doubt.

Hard to get in;
harder to stay in.

So you strive to be perfect.

I see you pushing Danny.

I'm finding
my way, Dwayne.

This parenting thing...

it's a steeper hill than
any I've ever climbed before.

All I can tell you is...

keep putting one foot
in front of the other.

In the end...
it'll be worth it.

(laughs)

Bye.
You don't need a ride?

No, I'm going
back to the morgue.

Danny, why are you here
so late?

Decided to fix some files
I messed up earlier, so...

What did I mess up now?

Nothing.

Oh. Nothing at all.

Look, I know

how hard it is
to stand out in this world,

make an impression,
be great.

I want to stand out.
I do.

But I'm-I'm not you.

I don't have your genes.
Maybe not

but you are my family.

Minamata.

What?

Family. Genes.

Look up "Minamata."

Print out
everything you find.

Okay.

I was digging into Lindsay
Garrett's family history.

Infertility issues,
specifically.

What'd you find?
Nothing.

Not one case of infertility
on either side.

But, when with Danny,

what popped into
my mind? Minamata,

a small fishing hamlet in
the southern region of Japan.

In the 1950s,

the village was stricken
by a mysterious phenomenon.

The women were plagued
with reproductive issues--

problems conceiving, stillborns,
birth defects.

That's terrible.

Ah, but relevant.

The scientists were able
to isolate the culprit,

methylmercury released
in the bay.

Problem:

mercury doesn't show up
on toxicology screens

unless specifically tested for.

Now, ask me what the symptoms
of mercury poisoning are.

Headaches, fatigue,

severe bruising,

ruptured blood vessels
in the eyes.

All symptoms Lindsay
Garrett suffered from.

It says here
that contact with mercury

can lead to muscle spasms.
So if we are going off

the idea that Garrett was
poisoned, then whoever did it

could also suffer
from mercury poisoning.

If they didn't handle
the toxin correctly.

Franco.

His hands were shaking
pretty badly the other night.

Let's go.

PRIDE:
Just arriving at the base.

Has anyone located
Lieutenant Franco?

WOMAN: Agent Pride, we just got word
a Skystormer left the hangar.

F-15s are scrambling.

We're determining
the location now.

PILOT:
Tower, be advised.

We've identified a Skystormer

on Runway 422.

There.

(tires screeching)

Franco...
He's out cold.

We're going to need an EMT here.

Franco.

You still think
I'm your bad guy?

You were on the runway,

about to take off
in the Skystormer.

That doesn't exactly
bode well for you.

I told you. I would never...

Never hurt Lindsay. I know.

So what were you doing
in that plane?

Same thing you're doing here.

Trying to prove that the
accident wasn't Lindsay's fault.

I figured if I flew
her air show program,

maybe the answers would just...

appear.
Or...

the same thing
would happen to you,

and we wouldn't be having
this conversation right now.

Funny risk for a killer
to take, huh?

PRIDE:
Okay.

(no voice)

Don't go anywhere.

PRIDE:
Thank you.

Doctor says

mercury levels
in Franco's bloodstream

suggest three
to four months' exposure

with primary damage
to the lungs.

So it's likely Lieutenant
Franco inhaled the toxin.

Lindsey had lung damage, too.
So if the timeline is right,

both Garrett and Franco
started accumulating mercury

during
the Skystormer sea flights.

Which means it has to be...

The plane.

Because Lieutenant Garrett
and Franco

both presented
damaged lung tissue,

I knew that the mercury
poisoning had to be the result

of inhalation. But...

when I tested the oxygen system
on the Skystormer,

came up empty-handed.

You know he doesn't need
to be wearing that suit, right?

If there's a chance for me
to dress up like Doc Brown

from Back to the Future,
I'm just... I'm gonna take it.

Anyway, as I
was saying,

I dug deeper into the mystery
and realized

that mercury vaporizes
at 357 degrees, meaning

whatever plane part leaked
the toxin into that cockpit

must have gotten pretty hot

to release the poisonous...
(rapid beeping)

gas.

Electrical components?

Great Scott.

This supposed to mean something?

Coupling...

from the Skystormer's
electrical circuitry system.

Agent Pride, there are thousands
of parts that comprise that jet.

Couldn't possibly know every
inconsequential piece of metal.

Well, this one happens to be the
one that killed Lindsay Garrett.

Looked over...

your final budget
that you submitted.

Revisions indicate cuts,
correct?

We had to get

the budget down.
This here...

this is a line item
for the coupling order,

isn't it?

We outsourced it.

To a foreign
manufacturing plant.

One that didn't adhere
to U.S. military specs.

I didn't know the part would be faulty.
You didn't know

it'd be safe either.

By taking that risk,

it cost an American hero
her life.

♪ I was burned out and lost ♪

♪ A dusty bulb,
an abandoned lot ♪

♪ And the nighttime was ♪

♪ The worst ♪

♪ It shows you all the things
you lost... ♪

Captain...

please accept
my condolences.

I appreciate that.

Don't know if this will give you
any comfort,

but I've read
the NSC black box report.

Right before
she passed out,

your daughter
did trigger the ACLS,

but for good reason.

Purposely avoided
a grandstand

packed with spectators.

Her last act,

saving hundreds of lives.

♪ Until you lose it all... ♪

Thank you.

Agent Brody.

Lieutenant Franco. You look
like you're feeling better.

Thanks to your team.

We're just
doing our job.

Still, was hoping
I could thank you

by maybe taking you out
sometime.

Are you hitting on me at
a funeral, Lieutenant?

Yeah, well,

recently came to my attention
that life can be short.

So what do you think?

I think your
timing is terrible.

Call me tomorrow.

Try then.

Got to warn you,

my idea of a first date starts
at 15,000 feet up.

♪ I was burned out
and lost... ♪

Advance copy of my
report to Washington,

citing mechanical failure
as the cause of the crash.

I thought you should be
the first one to see it.

Wow.

Halting production
on that jet.

Imagine you're gonna catch hell
back in DC.

Had to be done.
And I'm glad we figured it out

before anybody else got hurt.

Can thank you and your team
for that.

Appreciate you hanging in
with us.

Back to Washington?

Virginia. That kid's
gonna do me in.

Enjoy her while you can.

I fully intend to.

(laughs) Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Girls' night tomorrow, B.?

Kermit Ruffins is playing
at the Rock 'n' Bowl.

Would love to, but Lieutenant
Franco kind of asked me out.

What?!

To go flying. I mean,

I could reschedule, but...

Girl, please. Fine pilot.
Mile High Club.

I wouldn't let you miss that
for the world.

You know, that is what girl code
is really about.

Uh-oh. Sounds like some serious
female bonding going on.

Well, you know, the difference
is we're open to all kinds--

guys, girls, hell,
even freaks like you, Lasalle.

(phone beeps)
(chuckles)

Gator Nation.

Ow! Dang.

All right, Percy,

all-time leading
Saints rusher.

Deuce. 6,096 yards.

Ginger or Mary Ann?

Oh, I'd love to say Mary Ann,

but, come on, Ginger.
(scoffs)

Typical.

All right, look,

next time the guys go out,
you're in.

Nah.

Nah, I think I'll pass.

What do you mean?

Yeah, I didn't actually want to
hang out with you Neanderthals.

I just wanted to be asked.

Where did Deuce
go to college?

Ole Miss.

He gave Alabama all
kind of headaches.

Oh. Nothin' like
them elephant tears. (laughs)

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