All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans S07E11 Stashed_Track03

Damn.
Yo, it's hot as hell in here.

Got a roll of duct tape

for anyone else
who wants to lodge a complaint.

Can they do that?

They can do whatever they want.

Yo, where the court at?

We should be there by now.

Not sure we're gonna
make it today.

What's that supposed to mean?

What is that, a deer?

Must have got hit by a car.

You think?

Grab the other end, we'll
drag it off to the side.

Don't get paid enough
for this crap.

You move, you die.

Looks like my ride
just showed up.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom

♪ How, how, how, how

♪ Hey, hey

♪ You got to come on.

How you doing?

Sir.

Gregorio.

-Hey.
-Lot of angry drivers

being told to turn around
back at U.S. 11.

Yeah, it's gonna be a while.

Transport was heading to court
with the six prisoners

when they made an escape.

How'd they pull it off?

Two masked men with AR-15s,

plus an assist from a dead deer
in the road.

-So you're sayingthe buck stopped here?
-Hmm.

What else do we know?

Guards were disarmed,
bound on the ground.

Only thing they came up with

were four of the prisoners
took off in a black Expedition,

the other two ran off on foot.

What's NCIS doing here?

Abel Brooks is why we're here.

-From Real Americans Corps?
-Yeah.

White supremacist,
gun enthusiast,

all-around malevolent bad guy.

He's one of the escapees.

The marshals called when
they found out Sebastian

was undercover with
the RAC last year.

Thought I mighthave some insight

in how to track Brooks down.

The RAC murdered
two sailors

and tried to kill dozens more.

The organization's
trying to rebuild,

that'll be a threat to the Navy.

Yeah. Let's start digging in

to whatever
Brooks has been up to

since his incarceration.

As well as any renewed
contacts with the RAC

Any luck, they'll
lead us right to him.

Mmm.

-Right?
-There's, like, a richness to it.

It's almost buttery.

-That's the oil from the plant.
-Mmm.

Am I tasting chocolate?

Ethiopian mocha, the bean.
Mm-hmm.

That's amazing, Carter.

American baristas typically brew

with South American
arabica beans,

But there are
different varieties

all around the world.

Good coffee is just
as diverse as wine.

Try this.

Same bean,
processed differently.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

I mean, if you want to get
the full spectrum,

truly get to
know your coffee.

Ristretto.

Extracted from
the same bean

but with half the water.

It's lighter, but sweeter, too.

No?

-What are you doing...

Ow! Ow. What was that about?

Sneaking up on me.
You know I hate it.

Oh, what, so I can't
sneak up on you,

but it's okay for you
to spy on them?

Well, look.

It's, like,flirting central in there.

And I'm not spying.

That's not what I see.
I don't see flirting.

-What do you see?
-I see two fancy people

-bonding over fancy coffee.
-It's nothing.

You'd be a terrible profiler.

Yeah, I know.

-Come on,
-I want to show you something.

So, six escaped prisoners,

three of which have no ties
to the community whatsoever.

They couldn't even
post bail pretrial.

The other twowere about to be released.

Which leaves Abel Brooks
the break's likely target.

Do you think the RAC's trying
to get the band back together?

That is what I was thinking,
but then I followed up

with all the members
from last year's operation,

and they're all either dead

or they're still in prison.

I mean, we shutthose dudes down.

Well, someonehelped Abel Brooks escape.

And it was organized.
Question is, what's their play?

Well, if it was me,
it would be to get as far away

from here as possible.

That's weird.

Case weird or Sebastian weird?

Well, my realtor
sent me listings

that I didn't ask for.

Oh?

Yeah. Uh...

Oh, did you
ask for these?

Um...

Yeah.

I-I got to say,
I'm-I'm a little surprised.

I-I... Obviously,
I like where your head's at.

Let me explain, baby.

It's a...I... No, I mean,
we need more space.

You're right. I mean,
our unit is expanding.

Right? You, me, Kara's hanging
out with us more and more.

And that's why I was thinking...
Yeah, and-and look at
these places, too. I mean,

the square footage is morethan enough for all three of us.

Wait, what?

I mean, it's unconventional,
but...

I guess i-it makes sense.

We kind of pool our resources,
get more bang for our buck.

-Mm.
-Yeah, I could totally
be down with this.

NCIS.

Oh, that's great news,
Pride. Thanks.

NOPD found the fugitives'
black Expedition.

-Cool.
-Yeah.

Definitely got a
four-bedroom, right?

'Cause I needa game room.

Dwayne.

Thanks for calling, Mitch.

You know, uh, Special Agents

Gregorio and Lund?

-How you doing?
-Hey.

Fugitives are over here.

Caught them after they ran
from the cops and crashed.

Larry, Curly and Moe.

Larry has syphilis.

What the hell?

I'm not Larry, I'm Eddie.

-Eddie Oberman.
-He's the one who was
chained to your runner.

Yo. This is all

a big misunderstanding.

So you're sayingyou didn't escape the prison busGet him up.

and make a run for it?

Only 'cause I was forced.

Want to tell us what happened?

I'm minding my own business.

Suddenly, two gunmen
take out the guards.

I had nothing to do with it.

Didn't wait around for
the authorities to sort it out?

They stuck two guns in my face

and I was chained to Brooks.
I didn't get a choice.

Yeah, where's Brooks now?

No idea.
He ditched us.

You ever get a look
at the gunmen?

Had masks on
the whole time.

How convenient.

Look,

I'm not trying to get jammed up.

I got eight months
left on my sentence.

And yet, you ran from the cops.

-You'll be doing a lot more time
than that unless you tell us

-something useful.
-Like what?

Brooks is the one
they busted out.

I guess that makes them friends.

The rest of us was just
along for the ride.

What happened to you
after you they

loaded you into the SUV?

They drove us to a hood,

unchained us with the keys
they took from the guards.

Brooks' boys had
a change of clothes for him.

And then they just gave us
the SUV and told us

to drive away from New Orleans.

What?

They went the other direction.

I-In another car?

I didn't see no car.

Maybe they had one
waiting somewhere.

They headed towards New Orleans?

That doesn't make sense.

Brooks should be
on his way to Mexico.

I overheard he said he had
some unfinished business.

What kind of business?

Something about
the snitch who got him

thrown into prison
in the first place.

Called him a pig bastard.

No offense.

I kind of feel like
I'm the snitch pig bastard.

You think you did
something smart here,

little man,
chaining me up?

I think I arrested a criminal.

And signed your own
death warrant.

Are you threateninga federal agent right now?

Reckoning is coming.

Every traitor to the cause
will be shot like an animal

-and dragged through the streets.
-Wow.

It is gonna bea little hard to do that

when you're rottingin prison, right?

You pig bastard!

I'm-a kill you, you piece of...

Abel Brooks after his arrest.

I think he took it
pretty well.

It really seems
like Sebastian's

his unfinished business
since he escaped prison.

Ooh, killing a cop
would rain fire on his head.

You sure Brooks
wants that kind of heat?

Be a feather in his cap, though.
No offense, baby.

-We got every law enforcement
agency in the Southeast

looking for him. You really
think he'd take that risk?

You're assuming he's
a rational actor, and he's not.

He's driven by anger,

fed conspiracy theories
and ideology.

Brooks was second-in-command
at the RAC

under Commander Jim Keene.

The muscle.

Can't put anything
past him.

Yeah, he was willing
to do all the dirty work,

no questions asked.

Which is why I'm putting you
into protective custody.

Wait, what?
You're gonna bench me?

There's a target on
your back, sweetheart.

It's the smart move.

Yeah, I'm also the only one
who knows this guy.

I mean, I'm our best chance
to even find him.

And you can do that
from a safe house.

With Carter watching you.

What, y-you want me to babysit?

Well, you don't have to sound

so bummed about it.

I made arrangements

for you to take
one of the off-base units

near Belle Chasse.

You're leaving now.

All right, Sebastian.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

-All right, yeah.
It's okay.

to know each other better.

-Bye, pumpkin.
-See you.

Let's try and get a bead on

the gunmen
who helped Brooks escape.

Knowing who he's with
might give us a better idea

of where they may be.

Well, Patton's
tracing the timeline

leading to the bus attack,

seeing if there's
any anomalies to the routine.

The gunmen knew
all the routes

and where to spring the traps.

We might be dealing
with an inside job.

Yeah, good.
Let's follow that theory.

Detective Drummond has patrol

canvassing the residential area

where Brooks and the
gunmen got out of the SUV

and started walking.

I'm gonna head there,
see if I can give them a hand.

Damn it.

What's wrong?

This brewing thingy won't
do what it's supposed to do.

Move.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

You're worried about Sebastian,

but don't be, he's okay.

Yeah, I know.
We'll get Brooks and...

Sebastian will come home.

-But?
-But I'll feel guiltier
than I already do about him.

Why guilty?

Because I'm thinking
of moving in with Kara.

Oh.

Wow, that is a
really big step.

Yeah, and it's really hard
for me to commit to,

especially considering
Sebastian.

Been looking at all these
real estate listings

and the broker sent them
to me and Sebastian.

He gets the wrong idea
and he thinks

we're all moving in together.

That's a really weird
wrong idea.

I know, but it actually makes
Sebastian sense.

So clear it up.

Like how? "Hey, baby, I know
you got a target on your back,

but I'm leaving you
to shack up with my girlfriend"?

Okay, why don't you wait
until after we apprehend

the psycho white supremacist.

He's an adult.

He can handle
an adult conversation.

-You're right.
-Yeah.

What about you?

I don't think it's right for me
to move in with you and Kara.

Especially since you've got

such an active social life
these days.

You and Carter starting
a coffee club?

Oh, please.

No, we just both have
a fine appreciation for...

Fine aromatics?

Okay.

Hey, ladies,
I got a lead for you.

-I'm on to you.
-Let's focus on the job.

Okay, I just
deep-dived everything

involving our prisoner's
transport.

Schedule, procedures,
et cetera.

Now, these are
the approved routes

from the prison
to the courthouse.

They have multiple routes?

They like to mix it up
to protect against

what happened this morning.

The less predictable, the harder
to target. What happened?

Dispatcher changed the route
at the last minute from this

to this.

That's not even the alternate
approved route.

-Why the detour?
-Dispatcher log said

it was due to traffic conditions
and road closures,

except there weren't any.

Inside job.

Who is the prison's
transportation dispatcher?

Guy named John Sawyer.

Let's bring him in.

This is bleak.

What?
No, it's cozy.

-Cozy?
-Yeah.
That's what I call it.

Call it what you want,
but I'm not sharing the bed.

Actually, I had
a thought about that--

I feel like I should get the bed
since I'm the V.I.T.

The what?V... uh, V.I.T.
Very important target.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah.

Man, no one knows Abel Brooks
better than me,

and I'm sidelined right now.

I should be out in the field.

Yeah, so should I, but I'm not.

We could pout about it,

or we could search Brooks'
prison boxes for clues

about how he got out.

Ah, Mein Kampf,

Anarchist's Cookbook.

This guy must be

fun at parties.
What do you got?

Eh, not much--
drawings, pencil lead,

sunglasses.

I mean, this
is mostly junk.

Let me see these.

Yeah.

Doesn't look like these are
gonna be blocking any UV rays.

Toiletries,
half-eaten snacks.

Here we go.
Letters.

Okay.

"Dearest love,
crisp weather, in the sun,

"swings of children laughing.

Airport, grab a dog's luggage
yesterday during the night."

That is some bad verse.

-Who sent that?
-A Suzie Warner.

-No return address.
-Can I see it?

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

It's written in code.

Put the, uh, sunglasses on

and certain words
and phrases stick out.

What's it say?

Uh, dates, times.

Plans for the escape.

Nice.
See, Slim--

sometimes the guy
riding the bench

turns out to be the MVP.

Sports metaphor.

I know it's a sports
metaphor. I'm not...

Just... keep reading.

Not sure why I got to be here
on my day off.

I followed procedure,
rerouted the transport.

Because of road closures
and traffic conditions.

-It's all in the logs.
-Only your logs are bogus.

There's no road closures
or traffic conditions.

Which makes us think you were
in on the Abel Brooks escape.

So you're gonna
put the blame on me?

I had nothing to do with it.

I was just following
the new procedure.

What new procedure?

If you don't know it,
that means you're not cleared,

and I can't say.
Top secret.

New bus route procedures
are top secret?

Comes directly
from Homeland Security.

All right, stop, John.

We're done playing footsie.
Either you start talking

or we're putting you
on the next transport

to Angola, and that one
will be on time.

Look, I'm telling you,
we were testing

a pilot program at DHS,

checking for weaknesses
in our routes.

Agent instructed me
to be prepared

to adjust them on the fly.

Who was your contact at DHS?

Suzie Warner.

Special agent in charge
of prison coordination.

She'll vouch for me.

She had you
rerouting the buses?

-And changing the logs.
-For how long?

Last few weeks. She'll call.
I give her my clearance code,

she'll give me the new route.

Did you ever meet this
Special Agent Suzie Warner?

She's in D.C.,
did everything by phone.

She played you.

Look, I'm not an idiot.

I got DHS paperwork

and everything.

She even sent me
a cash bonus for my help.

We're gonna need that paperwork.

And the cash.

Can't believe we haven't
gotten any news

on the Brooks front.

Sure we have.
Hannah says they got a lead.

Looks like the RAC
tricked the prison dispatcher

into rerouting the bus.

Woman pretending to be DHS.
Give 'em points for creativity.

All right, so now we have,
uh, two masked gunmen

and a mystery woman now?

Maybe the RAC
is reorganizing after all.

You know, I read your reports
from when you were undercover

inside the RAC.
You did good work.

Must have been a thrill.

Oh, yeah, it was a blast,
you know.

If by "thrill" you mean
utterly terrifying.

Surrounded by people
who would kill you

if they knew you were a cop.

Uh, a little bit that part.

No, the scary
thing was...

just how normal they seemed.

-Normal?
-Well, yeah.

I mean, sometimes, you know.

Uh, playing video games,

missing their
girlfriends and kids,

swapping chili recipes.

You know, it could have
easily been you or me.

Minus the violent,
radical racism.

Sure.

It almost
made it worse.

I actually liked
some of them sometimes.

Found it easy
to fit in, and,

I don't know, it made me wonder

how far off I was from just...

being one of them.

I think it takes
a little bit more

than a chili recipe.

Yeah, yeah, but you know...

if things had been different,
you know, if I...

listened to the wrong people,

took a couple wrong turns,
I don't know.

Look, it's a fine line,
all right, but most of us manage

to stay on the right side of it.

And I admire what you sacrificed
to take 'em down.

I just...

Are we bonding right now?
Is that...

-Maybe.
-Yeah.

This is great.

It's kind of bittersweet,
though, you know, considering

you won't be with us
for much longer.

What do you mean?

Well, that's your pattern,
isn't it? You-you

work somewhere for a
year, maybe 18 months,

and then you move on,
you know, like a cowboy

or Mary Poppins.

Look, I don't have a pattern.

All I'm saying

is-is that past behavior
is a great predictor

for future conduct, right?

So your past behavior,
i.e. your pattern, tells us

that you're
about to pull up stakes.

Wh...

Pride?

NOPD found a stolen car
with prints matching Abel Brooks

outside the home
of an elderly couple.

Officers heard something inside,

but according
to Detective Drummond,

no one answered the door.

You need backup?

No, NOPD's here

and the Fugitive Task Force.

Stay with Sebastian.
I'll, uh, call you

once we get Brooks in custody.

Copy that.

-Dwayne.
-What do we got?

Just got our warrant.
We're taking a peek inside now.

Well, we got movement.

It could be
a person hiding.

Could be a dog.

Only one way to find out.

Police!
Search warrant!

This is where
the thermal image came from.

NOPD! Show us
your hands!

Well, the vehicle's missing.

We put a BOLO out on it.
EMS will probably

bring them to the hospital,
just to be safe.

Great.
Thanks, Mitch.

Pretty traumatic event, folks.

How you two holding up?

I got my bell rung today,
that's for sure.

Can you tell me
anything that happened

after they were inside?

Well, they just tied us up
and shoved us in the closet.

Told us if we tried to
get out, they'd kill us.

And that's the last we saw.

But they were here for a bit.

Did you hear anything
-after that?
Some.

They said something
about a-a stash.

"Let's get the stash."Anything else?

One of them mentioned
going to the pit.

Kept saying it.

No idea what it meant.

-The pit?
-Mm-hmm.

Okay.

That's a big help.

The pit.

Pit.

It's not much to go on.
The pit.

Don't remember anyone
at the RAC ever

talking about
anything called the pit.

Maybe it's, like, uh,

underground.
You know?

Or, like, a nickname
for a clubhouse.

I bet you whatever the stash is,

it's hidden at the pit.

Are you gonna participate here,

or is this just gonna be
me saying the word "pit"

a thousand times?

Okay.
Brad Pitt.

Pit stop.

Uh, pitiful.

Pit bull.

-Pittsburgh!
-You know, I want
to be real clear

about the fact that I never
just pulled up stakes

and left an assignment.

So we're not gonna solve

-the missing fugitive case here?
-I made sure

all my open cases were closed,

and everything was
better when I left.

Okay.

Still left.

Well, did you ever stop
to think there may have

been no reason
for me to stay?

I didn't actually
think about it at all.

But it sounds like
you want to stay with us,

and I think that's super cool.

I didn't say that.

So you are leaving.

Look, come on,
we got a case to work.

Yeah, okay,
let's work it, then.

Look, I don't have to
justify my life choices

to you or anybody else.

-Right.
-I'm enjoying
New Orleans.

As of right now,
I have no plans to leave.

Okay, love it.
No plans, noncommittal.

It's great.
Fits the profile.

What profile?

It's the, uh, the one that Tammy

made up for you after she was
quarantined with you.

It's unbelievable.

Well, look, she'’s
a former profiler, you know?

She's done it to all of us.
It's fine.

Plus, I should say,
given what I'’ve observed,

I think it's been
fairly accurate.

Fear of rejection
is what drives your wandering.

It'’s a-a defense mechanism,
uh, designed

to quell a deep-seated fear
that you'’re unlovable.

-Is that all of it?
-No.

Your preoccupation with dressing
well and fancy habits--

it's a classic manifestation

of an insecurity
forged in a childhood

where you were worried
that your authentic self

would never get you
the love you craved.

Okay, enough.

I'’m eating
in the bathroom.

Are you offended right now?

Hey, you know
you got my lunch

in there, too, ri...

Okay, I think he knows.

Checked in with the forensic
techs filling in for Sebastian.

They find anything?

Well, they pulled
a partial print off

the coded Suzie letters Abel
Brooks received in prison.

There's no match.

How about the cash
our dispatcher got

for changing the bus route?

There's no useable print

and there's
way too much DNA.

Well, that's odd,
considering how little

money circulates these days.

They'’re working
on narrowing the samples down,

but it'’s like lifting

individual layers of paint
off an old house.

And none of those techs
are like Sebastian, so...

I won'’t hold my breath.

Okay.

-I'll see you later.
-Okay.

The fugitives were careful
inside the old couple'’s home,

but they definitely cleaned up

the bathroom.

Do you think we can
get any biologicals?

Yo.

Sebastian, what do you think?

I think I broke Carter.

What, b-broke him?

What are you talking about?

Nothing, it'’s silly.
Um,

yeah, have the, uh,
have the forensic team

pull the pipes out
and maybe they can

find some hair or skin samples.

Yeah, yeah, I will,

but what happened with Carter?

Oh, it's...

nothing, really.
I just...

I might have told him
about your profile,

you know, got his nose
all out of joint.

Well, of course it did.

-Well, none of us got upset.
-Are you kidding?

You wouldn'’t touch a doorknob
for a week after I told you

the OCD thing
was a defense mechanism

to make up for your fear
of physical exertion.

That was to prove a point.

You know what,
I don't need this right now.

Now I have to clean up
your mess.

My me...
It's your profile!

We'’ll get into it later.
Didn't you say

you want to tell me something
about the case?

Yeah, actually, so, um,
I was going through the logs

of when I was undercover
with the RAC,

and it turns out that
Brooks did mention the pit.

Told a couple of his guys

that he was gonna go there
to pick up some supplies.

Okay.
Is that it?

No.
Well, you know, we were staying

out at that swamp house
in the boonies,

and when Brooks
left and came back,

it took him
about an hour and a half.

You think it's enough
for a geo-profile?

Uh, I hope so.
I'’m cross-calculating it

with locations that could be
about 45 minutes away

from the swamp house.

It would also be
someplace isolated.

A protected
hiding place.

Yeah.
Let's see, we got, uh,

commercial area,

residential, privately owned.

Here'’s something.

Down I-90.

By Bayou Savage.

Isn'’t that
where the old fort is?

Yeah, and it'’s abandoned.

I'm up on the south fort wall.

Gonna head east.

Where are you and Hannah?

East side tunnel,
moving south.

Copy that.

If this is

a wild goose chase,
Sebastian's a dead man.

He'’s a dead man anyway.

Uh, what happened
to "I feel guilty

about abandoning Sebastian"?

Sebastian happened.

He told Carter I profiled him.

I can'’t imagine
that went over very well.

I couldn't even look at you
when you did that to me.

Really? Because you said
it was "so cool."

Oh, yeah, sure.
Everybody loves having

their personalities
boiled down to a list

of weaknesses and flaws.

Didn'’t stop you
from being curious

about Carter'’s profile.

Okay, well,
I thought that was funny.

Anyway, you were wrong
about him.

-You were off the markwith him.
-How so?

Look, he's not detached.

He may seem aloof,
but he'’s reserved.

Well, you say reserved,
I say aloof.

Either way,
it'’s the armor that he wears.

But by all means, tell me
more, Agent Lovestruck.

Oh, co...

Ladies, found something.

East side, end of tunnel.

You found the pit?

More than that.

I found Abel Brooks.

Two masked suspects coordinate
a sophisticated plan

to get Abel Brooks
out of prison,

just to kill him the next day.
Why?

Brooks is the highest-ranking
member of the RAC.

Probably the only one
who knew where that pit was.

So they break
Brooks out,

let him lead them to the pit,

kill him and take
whatever's stashed there?

That'’s the most likely theory.

But how does it help us
find our suspects?

You know, it's
hard to believe

they were even
members of the RAC.

This is a brotherhood based on

deep racial
ideological affinity,

no matter how disgusting.

So, someone from Brooks'’ past,

someone that he trusted enough
to help him with the break.

Give my girl a gold star.

You get something
from the partial print

-off Brooks'’ Suzie letter?
-Come on, Pride.

You know I'm good.

I narrowed it down

to 319 names out
of the database.

I cross-referenced it

with the surveillance
footage

of the folks who met
with Brooks at the RAC.

I used facial recognition,
and poof--

Lucy Jacobson.

They met in
high school.

They dated off and on for years.

Not much
of an employment record.

She's in and out
of low-paying jobs

when she'’s not doing time
for minor drug offenses.

She lives with her mama.

She ever associate with the RAC?

Not that I
could find.

But she did
keep in touch with Brooks

before he was arrested.

You thinking she might be
one of our masked accomplices?

I can'’t say that.

But I did get
a sample of Lucy'’s voice

from her social media,
and I played it

-for the prison dispatcher.
-Let me guess-- he recognized

her voice as fake DHS agent
Suzie Warner.

Got a location on Lucy?

She hasn'’t been
at her mom's in a week.

Then put out a BOLO.

It would make sense that Lucy

would help break
her boyfriend out of prison,

but would she kill him after?

Depends on who the
other suspect is,

and if she was
in on the killing

-or coerced.
-Could be the next to die.

So is the target
still on Sebastian'’s back

if the prison break
was all about

grabbing the stash?

It's too soon to tell.

We don'’t even know
what the stash is.

Sebastian stays
in the safe house

until we can track
these suspects down.

Who is the other suspect?

The brains of the operation,
is my guess.

Someone smart enough
to create the plan.

Driven, capable and deadly.

This doesn't make any sense.

Brooks is dead.
He's the one that wanted

to kill me. We should
be back out in the field.

Well, there'’s no guarantee
the other two

aren'’t gunning for you, too.

Why?

Well, you are kind of annoying.

Okay, but seriously.

The whole team took out the RAC.

Hannah shot
Jim Keene.

Yeah, well, you're the one

who infiltrated their ranks.

You'’re the traitor,
as far as they're concerned.

Yeah, but there'’s
no "they" left.

We can'’t confirm that.
Until we do,

you'’re under my protection.

Oh, yeah, does that mean you'’re
gonna take a bullet for me?

Hmm.
I haven'’t decided yet.

Hey, listen.

I shouldn'’t have
said anything

about that profile.
That was stupid.

I'm-I'm really sorry.

Look, the problem
isn'’t that you told me.

The problem is that it exists.

Tammy assumes
the worst about me--

that everything
about my personality has

-a negative justification.
-That'’s not

entirely on her. I might
have shaded that a bit.

Hmm.

All right, look.

Lots of people
like nice clothes.

Just not you.

A lot of people
like to...

switch things up, move around.

Well, lots of people
also like to put down roots.

You mean like you?

Married with
a white picket fence,

2.2 kids and a dog?

-W-What'’s that supposed to mean?
-It means

it'’s not exactly well-adjusted
to put down roots

by house hunting for yourself,

your roommate
and her girlfriend.

-That was Tammy'’s idea.
-Was it?

Or was it all just
based on a misunderstanding?

What misunderstanding?

The realtor wasn'’t supposed

to send you the listings.

Okay, hey.

It was just for Gregorio.

She doesn'’t want to live
with you anymore, Sebastian.

That makes a lot more sense.

Well, how did you
even know about this?

Oh, Hannah told you.

See?

This is why I like to keep
things professional.

Way less complicated.

What do we know,
Loretta?

Bullets lodged in the skull
are sometimes

extremely stubborn.

Ah.
That'’s more like it.

It's a 9mm. I'’ll get those
to the forensic techs.

Oh, hey, did they
have any luck with DNA

-from the payoff cash?
-Mm-hmm.

With Sebastian's guidance,
they got a clean sample

that happens to be

a familial match.

To Abel Brooks?

No, Dwayne. To Jim Keene.

Former Commander of the RAC?

Who's the DNA belong to?

Roland McCann.
That's Keene'’s half-brother

through their mother.

And Roland is just as
violent as Keene was.

Assault.

Armed robbery.
Attempted murder.

Oh, so, less ideology
than his half brother,

but he holds membership

in the largest
Neo-Nazi

prison gang in Louisiana.
And he hasn'’t

reported to his parole
officer in weeks.

Well, it makes sense that

he planned the prison break.

Question now is
is he still after Sebastian

or is he on the run?

Highway Patrol
found Lucy Jacobson.

Chef Highway.
They pulled her over.

She'’s with a man.

-Could be Roland.
-Yep.

I'’m on my way
to find out.

Sebastian's asking if I still
want to house hunt with him.

Says he doesn'’t want to get
in between me and Kara.

Oh, that'’s great.

It'’s awful.

It'’s exactly what you wanted.

I know.

Wait a minute.

What'’s Sebastian playing here?

Maybe he's not playing.

Maybe-- uh,
and I know this is wild--

maybe he knows
that you're ready to move on.

He's trying to be a good friend.

Nah.
He's got an angle.

Just tell him the truth.

Yeah, it's not something
I want to do over text

or the phone.

Okay, go tell him,
face-to-face.

-Right now?
-Yeah.

State police
have our two suspects.

Might as well get this
over with. I'll cover here.

All right, maybe I'll bring
the boys some food.

-Yeah.
-They're probably sick of eating
turkey sandwiches, right?

All right.

Like they say, eating
weakens the blow of bad news.

Who says that?

Gregorios.

-Mitch.
-You made good time.

We got IDs
on our suspects?

-Lucy Jacobson
is the one with the weapon.

Can't get a clear view
of the man.

Could be Roland McCann.

That's our main person
of interest.

Look, let's try and get them
out of here alive tonight, okay?

Easier said than done.
She's not cooperating.

Let me talk to her?

Get him a vest.

Ah, thanks.

Lucy.

My name's Dwayne Pride,

and I'm
a federal agent.

Gonna work this out with you.

You want to
work it out,

you let us go on our way.

Now, you're smart
enough to know

that's not gonna happen.

But there's
a way out.

And it begins by you
taking your finger

off that trigger.

And then we start talking.

Let's start with what happened

to Abel Brooks.

Your boyfriend, right?

There you go.

Nice and easy.

You helped him escape.

Yeah.
With Roland.

But I didn't know Roland
was gonna kill him.

And I was just trying to help.

Why'd Roland do it?

It all happened real fast.

We were at the pit,
it was a bunch of money

and Abel said
we were gonna split it.

And then...

...and then Roland killed him.

It was never about
the money for him.

He just wanted revenge
for his brother's death.

Said it was Abel's fault.

I was real afraid he
was gonna kill me, too.

Well, you don't have
to be afraid anymore, Lucy.

Okay?

Just take a couple steps
away from the truck.

Nice and slow.

Real slow.

That's it.

I'm gonna take the gun now.

All right?

Now we're gonna get Roland
out of that truck, all right?

That ain't Roland.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who's in the truck?

-Bob.
-Bob?

I ran after Roland killed Abel
and he pulled over for me.

You carjacked him?

Move in.

Roland gave me all the money.

I was just trying to get away.

Not our guy.

Lucy.

Where the hell is Roland?

I don't know.

And I don't want to.

Ooh, I got all your faves
from Dooky Chase.

Fried chicken?

That's right.

Uh, red beans and rice?

Yes, baby.

How about that hot sausage thing

that gives me heartburn
but it's totally worth it?

Sebastian, stop.
I said I got it all.

Oh, thank God, you're the best.

Carter's idea
of a good meal is just

warmed-up turkey and cheese.

Yeah, well,
you've been such a champ

with this whole safe house thing

I thought maybe
you could catch a break.

Have I mentioned lately
how much I adore you?

In a...

real friend kind of way?

And I love to hear that,
but, um,

I got a little problem
right now.

I'm being followed, and whoever
it is is speeding up.

All right, T, we're
on our way to you,

-we just need your location.
Considering this guy

is probably gunning for you,

Sebastian, that's probably
not the best idea.

Not sure that I care.

We're not gonna
leave you hanging.

Now, just tell me where you are.

Terry Parkway.

Trying to get this guy
as far away as I can.

I don't want
any innocent bystanders

getting in the middle
of what happens next.

What's gonna happen next
is you're gonna take

Terry Parkway to Industry Canal,next to the barge.

All right?
Cavalry will be there.

Okay.
Don't be late.

Promise.

Guys. I don't have a visual
of the follow car.

It's possible I lost him,
but I don't think so.

What's your ETA?

Guys?

No.

Ah. I'm-a make this
real simple, cop.

You're gonna tell me where
I can find the race traitor

who killed my brother

or I'm gonna kill you.

Looks like I got my answer.

I wasn't late.

No.
But you cut it awful close.

I wasn't driving.

Mmm.
-Mmm.

--Oh, my God.
-You got to try these grits.
-So good.

-Have you tried these grits?
-Mm-mmm.

Come here. Come here.

Mmm!
-You guys, there's
literally, like, glass

in those boxes.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Yeah, plus, Carter can't
make a meal to save his life.

It's my job to protect you,

not to feed you.

Mmm.

Ugh, I can't watch this anymore.

I'm going to Pride's bar
if anyone wants to join.

All right, hold on,
I'm gonna go with you.

Uh, you can come
or you can eat,

But you definitely can't chew
that crap in my ear all night.

But there's so much left to...

-Bye.
See you later, Sebastian.

Bye.

Hey.

Mm?

-You want some?
-U-Uh, no.

I prefer my food
without glass in it.

Okay. Fair enough.

You gonna go to the bar?

I don't know.

You?

Got paperwork to file.

Oh.

I can help.

I'm assuming you're still
riding a Dooky's bliss wave.

If that's what you want
to call it, yeah.

Good, 'cause I got to
tell you something.

Oh.
No, you don't.

-Yeah, I do.
-Nah, nah, it's all right.

You're trying to find
a house for you and Kara.

And the listings that got sent
to me were a mistake.

How does that make you feel?

Okay.

-Really?
-Yeah. You know,

we talked about this, uh,
we're not gonna be able

to be roommates forever.

That's not really a thing.

-It's not.
-No.

Maybe someday, though.

What do you mean?

I mean, in the future,
uh, when you're old and gross

and Kara is completely over
all of your annoying habits,

then you're gonna realize
that I was the greatest roommate

that you ever had in your life

and you're gonna
come crawling back.

And then maybe
on that day,

I may take you back.

I hope so.

I can't make any promises.

-You know?
-I might have kids.

Those two are
thick as thieves.

Where are the others?

-Hannah and Carter?
-Mm-hmm.

-I don't know. Working, I guess.
-Hmm.

You say working, I say...
Well...

You say what?

Oh, come on, Dwayne Pride.

You've seen how they are
with each other.

You're too busy blissing out

on your engagement to Rita.

You think Hannah and Carter...

I don't think it.

It exists.

♪ I need a break

♪ From my troubling ways...

Aw.
-Ooh.

So, what do you think?

Head to the bar?

You want to go?

What, and hang
with the same four people

we hang with every day?

Do you have another idea?

♪ Who could love me
the way that I am... ♪

Yeah.

You and I could grab a drink.

Just us?

What? Unprecedented?

I'm intrigued.

♪ Modern-day dame...

What would we do at this drink

that we wouldn't do
at Pride's bar?

Oh,

I'm sure we could
think of something.

♪ Baggage-free,
modern-day dame... ♪

I guess I'm a little thirsty.

♪ Ain't no body the same.