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♪ ♪

♪ Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ah-ooh... ah-ooh... ♪

Oh, that was fun.

Fun ain't the half of it.

Come to New Orleans
for a wedding.

Meet a nice Southern
boy in a bar.

Have a little
bit of fun.

You know,

I have a thing for
romance novels,

and they got
nothing on this.

Oh. St. Christopher medal?

Yup.

I like it.

♪ I tried and I tried
to run and hide ♪

♪ I even tried to run away... ♪

I got to go.
Oh. Oh.

♪ You just can't run
from the funnel of love... ♪

Oh.

Oh, I really did
have a nice time tonight.

As did I...

Beth.

Beth.

♪ Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ It's such a crazy,
crazy feeling ♪

♪ I get weak in the knees ♪

♪ My poor old head
is a reelin' ♪

♪ As I go deep into the funnel of love... ♪

Yeah! All right. All right.

I want to give a big salute

to the newest member
of the Seabee Battalion.

Alison!

Okay, okay,
let's keep this party goin'

with a little bouquet tossin'!

Yes!

Oh, my God...!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God... okay!

Okay, ready?
All right. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Okay, okay, all right.
Okay, count of three, ready?

One, two, three!

No.
I got it!

I got it!

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x04 ♪
I Do
Original Air Date on October 13, 2015

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

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@elder_man

I hoped I'd
find you here.

Set aside Saturdays
to update the electrics.

How's it going?

Almost killed myself twice.

Thought a break
would be in order.

Well, I brought you a snack--
dump truck fries.

And...

a potential lady friend.

She's a physical therapist.

Doesn't like to cook,

but loves a man who does.

She was sitting
in a booth next to me

at the Avenue Pub last night.

Struck up a
conversation.

Told her I had a real good man
for her to meet.

Audrey Sapphire?

She live in the Bywater?

Family originally
from Shreveport?

Sounds right.
Mm-hmm.

Put her cousin away for burglary

when I was back at JPSO.

Appreciate the recon, Chris,

but, unfortunately,

every woman in this town
comes with baggage.

Mine.

I'm always watching out
for you, King.

And I'm always
watching out for you.

When's the last time you slept
in your own bed, Christopher?

It's been a bit.
What's that about?

It's about nothing.

Tonight I'll sleep
in my own bed, I promise.

Lights out at 10:00.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Ah.

Work.

So here's the story.

Bridesmaid ran the 40 for
the bouquet, found the victim.

Bridesmaid dresses
are the devil's spawn.

Awful, ugly.

Impossible to get into,
even harder to get out of.

Not as hard as you think.

Last wedding

I was in-- ten of us
in yellow, feathers.

Looked like
a mutant canary threw up.

Where can I get pictures?

Don't answer that.
I won't, trust me.

Our victim--
Lieutenant Max Griggs.

He was a reservist assigned
to the Wentworth Air Force Base.

Job's compartmented.

Call his C.O.

Get us read in? On it!

Loretta?

Multiple stab wounds
to the abdomen.

The amount of
blood suggests

a severed artery,
and most likely,

been unconscious five,
six seconds after the attack.

Murder weapon?
Steak knife.

Killer may have
been a guest, but

victim doesn't look
dressed for a party.

Jeans? T-shirt?

Maybe a date...
or a wedding crasher?

Well, there's cameras
inside, and on the grounds,

but there's nothing out here.

Let me guess. No witnesses.

Someone had
to have seen something.

Let's learn things.

Got no idea who
Lieutenant Griggs is.

Don't recognize him?

He's a Navy Reservist.
Ever crossed paths?

No. Sorry.

Most of the guests
were Seabees.

Served with my husband?

Could Griggs have been someone's date?
No.

I knew everyone
that was at the reception.

I Googled all the plus ones.

Then I handwrote a note
to each guest

incorporating
something personal.

Took me five months to complete.

Okay.

Do you like
how I decorated the car?

Rosé-colored condoms.
They even smell like rosé.

Copy that. So, did you see the
victim, anything suspicious?

No, but... I think...

that I drank
a little too much.

All right, uh, if you
remember anything,

even this
conversation, call.

Loud music, lots of people
and a bunch of drunk guests.

No wonder no one saw
or heard anything.

Or someone's lying.

Just got the call
from Griggs' C.O. at Wentworth.

He's a drone pilot.

Might be why
his job was classified.

All right, Brody, Sonja,
lock down the wedding angle.

Run guests and vendors,
find a connection.

Chris, you're with me.

Griggs' family
lives close.

Let's go find out
what they know.

Max's job is supposed
to be a secret.

Our neighbors don't even know
what he does.

Our son...
thinks he has a day job on base.

Mrs. Griggs,

do you have any idea what
Max was doing at this wedding?

No.

He... he never mentioned
anything about a wedding.

How about the hotel?

Did he have business

in the area? Was he...?

I... I thought he was at work.

You weren't concerned
when he didn't come home?

He works extended shifts
all the time.

What's ironic-- when
Max flew with the Navy,

he was gone... for months.

Trained to be a drone pilot

so he could spend more
quality time with us.

But the military was short on
UAV operators, and Max...

Especially hard on a kid.

You have no idea
what they were like together.

Ryan?

I'm Agent Chris Lasalle.

Can I ask you
a few questions?

When your dad dropped you off
at ball practice this morning,

he say where he was going?

My dad's a hero...

no matter what people say.

People say differently?

Dad's hobby.

Y'all work on it together?

Used to.

Couple of days ago,
he drove it home from work.

I was in the garage
when he came in.

He put the cover on it
'cause he didn't

want my mom getting scared.

My dad's a good man.

He is.

What do we know
about Lieutenant Griggs?

Graduated top of
his class at NFWS,

flew three tours in Iraq

before returning stateside
to fly drones.

Exemplary military record,
not a hint of stink on him.

Any connects to the wedding?

I ran backgrounds on everyone.

Nothing matches up with Griggs.

All's clean, basically.

Basically?

Well, there were a couple
valets who got busted

for pot possession, and
a caterer with, well...

six counts of
public indecency.

All the Seabees were spotless.

Yeah, great. So our best...
and only lead is this car.

Well, Sebastian's looking
into the paint,

but given what Griggs does...

Message could be connected
to his job as a drone pilot.

Well, their identities

are supposed to be kept secret,

but Jihadists have been trying
to get the list.

Intimidate the drone pilots,
limit what the military can do.

Let's follow up
with Griggs' C.O.

Let's see what
he was really up to.

If Griggs hadn't been killed,
he'd be running this op.

Entering surveillance
hour three.

Target approaching.

Rifling laser.

Wait. There's a child.

Non-combatants. Abort.

Being a drone pilot

isn't easy, and Griggs
was as good as it gets.

Navy fighter pilot
with combat experience.

Invaluable asset.

Navy reservist
at an Air Force Base?

Did the necessary
training.

UAV pilots like Griggs
are in short supply.

Could have come from outer
space for all I care.

Any chance
Jihadists got his name?

Went back over the wires,
Agent Pride.

Griggs' name wasn't leaked.

How about... over coms
during a mission?

Griggs followed protocol to a T,

never would have let
something like that happen.

You're not gonna find
any dirt on the guy.

We're not trying
to accuse him of anything.

We just want to know who did
this to Lieutenant Griggs' car.

How'd you guys come in today?

South entrance.

You want to find out
who did that,

leave by the public access road.

Stop the drones!

Stop the drones!
Stop the drones!

Guess we can't stop people
from having an opinion.

Opinion strong enough
to deface someone's car?

Kill someone?

Grab your phone.

Vengeance is upon you!
Say cheese.

Reminds me of the Quarter
on a Friday night.

Cross-referencing the photos
of the protestors

with the watch lists--
nothing so far.

Me, neither.

I found something on Facebook.

Come check it out.

Yeah, uh, Big Bird called,
and he wants his feathers back.

Go ahead.

Laugh it up.

Actually, I'm kind of
into the feathers.

You know, it gives it
a, uh, birdy class.

Oh, you want to talk class?

Nothing like leaving
your house keys

in the hotel room
of your hook-up.

Beth came by,
and she dropped these off.

Did she?
Give 'em here.

So, no keys? Where have you been
sleeping, Lasalle?

You know what?

I'm gonna call Wade
and Sebastian

and see where they are
on the case.

Good idea.

What do you know
about the protestors?

Well, no direct threat
to Griggs, but...

these five made threats
against the drone pilots.

Anything else to narrow it down?

Sebastian's got something.

He wants to show it to us.

Hello. So, I, uh, deconstructed
the paint used on Griggs' car.

The Mass Spec detected
strontium aluminate

and several other
unique compounds,

all of which led me
to Duran Duran.

Well, I mean,
Duran Duran-inspired paint.

Ultra green V10
glow-in-the-dark paint.

Highly durable, but with
that sweet '80s kind of vibe.

On it.

Running the photos
from the protest against

the NSA's terrorist watch list.

See if I can tie them
to the paint.

Here we go.

Same paint was used
in a G2 protest last year

to mark cops with bull's-eyes.

Name?
Kevin Mitchell.

Why you guys steal my thunder?

Yeah. By all means, Big Bird,
please continue.

Oh, finally. Someone else is

getting called Big Bird
around here.

Mitchell?

Thank you.

And he's got a long wrap sheet.

But he just started a blog
called "DronesOrDie.com."

Maybe painting the side

of Griggs' car wasn't enough
for him.

Let's find him,
pick him up.

Government's trying to keep

the names of
drone pilots'

out of the hands of
Jihadists, but you...

you just want
to blow that up?

Killing foreign nationals

outside a war zone breaks
the Geneva Convention.

What about murdering
a U.S. naval officer?

You followed Griggs home,
you tagged his car,

then you followed
him again.

Two of you got into it at
the hotel for some reason.

Look, I trailed him a
couple times to get his address

for the Web site,
but I didn't kill him.

If anything, I backed off.

Why is that?

Saw him sneaking around,

delivering secret packages,

going to his secret lair.

Saw that.

Tagged his car and bounced.

Go back to the secret lair.

Owner of the building

said he paid
for the unit in cash.

Guy buys a storage unit
and doesn't tell his wife?

Question is...

...why the secrecy?

Hello.

Aerial surveillance
of navy bases?

Borders, access roads,

security gates,
classified intelligence.

Lot of people who'd pay top
dollar for this kind of Intel.

Good pilot, husband, father.

Perfect cover...
for a spy.

Griggs was surveilling bases,
collecting classified documents.

Delivering mysterious packages?

If Mitchell's
to be believed.

Mitchell

has an alibi.

Anti-drone rally
the day of the wedding.

Sounds like a ton of fun.

Okay, how about this?

Griggs meets an espionage
contact at the wedding.

Maybe one of the Seabees
is bad. He's there

to give them Intel, but instead
of getting paid, he gets...

Snuffed?

Espionage and a wedding?

Something doesn't add up.

So, what we're saying is

Griggs' used
a high-value Navy asset

to take photographs
of bases in Louisiana?

Except I don't think that's
what happened. Those photos--

the ceiling's too low.

Camera resolution--
it's just too high.

Come... fly with me.

Where is he going?

Pictures you found in
the storage space weren't taken

with the same kind of drones
that Griggs flew at work.

They were taken with something
like this-- an Octocopter.

Or Octodrone.

Or Olive. Sort of
my pet name for it.

Given the altitude
of the pictures,

proximity to bases, I'm thinking

Griggs flew a smaller drone

than this,
but with the same technology.

Tougher for traditional
security measures to detect?

Yeah, these things have
sensors for everything

from weather info to
analyzing the soil.

They can even be armed.

If Griggs wasn't using
military drones,

then whose drones
was he using?

I put feelers out
in the nerd underground.

And I found some locals

who are selling undetectable
drones on the black market.

These entrepreneurs
have names?

Steve Wilensky and Steve Dunn.

Both 19, college drop-outs,
arrested

for violating FAA airspace.
Watch lists

for selling drones to
foreign governments.

If they sold to Griggs, maybe
they know who he was spying for.

Don't know he was spying yet.

Secret aerial surveillance

of U.S. bases
and undetectable drones?

What's your definition
of spying?

Proof. You promised me you
were going home last night.

It's tough to do
without keys.

Where were you?

Does it matter?

Chris, come on.

You never talk about it.

You never talk
about Savannah.

Far as I can
tell, you're...

you're not doing anything
to help yourself

deal with her murder.

You loved her.

Same love that lifted you up in
life can drag you down in death.

I said I'm good, okay?

Now can we please go see

what the future of America
knows about Griggs?

Federal agents!

Have some questions.

Hey, NCI...

Oh, I didn't even
get out the "S".

Come on, get in! Get
in! They're coming!

Come on, come on, come on!
Go, go, go, go! Go!

Going somewhere?

Hey, Twiddle Dee, hands up.

Steve?

Yes.
Yes.

Put that down.

How much is obstructing

a federal investigation worth
these days?

Five years.

But added
to the espionage charge,

well, these guys are probably
looking at life in prison.

Espionage? Hey, all we do
is make drones.

Why'd you run, then?

Thought you were with the FAA,

or Homeland Security.

Or the IRS.

You guys, uh,
sell a drone to him?

Yeah, yeah,
Lieutenant Griggs.

Guy knows his stuff.

Very specific, mineral sensor.

Undetectable.

Minerals underground?

Did he mention anyone
he was working with?

No. Man, he just wanted a
birthday present for his son.

State-of-the-art drone
for a birthday present?

Yeah. He got our vote
for dad of the year.

Yeah.

As soon as I told him
you were coming, he took off.

Any idea where he went?

City Park.

Let me talk to him, King.

I want to keep it.

It's the last thing
he gave me.

I see.

But we're trying
to figure out

what happened
to your dad.

How could this help?

We think it's got
pictures on it.

Promise I'll get it
back to you.

You promise?

'Cause...

when my dad was on ships

and I was worried,

my mom would always
say this thing.

"Daddies always come home.

I promise."

We're no closer
to who killed Griggs,

but we do know what
he was taking photos of

the day before he died.

Sebastian downloaded these.

An empty field?

Add these to the photos
from Griggs' storage unit,

place them
in sequential order,

and it seems that the weeks
leading up to his death,

he was mostly focused
on that field,

just outside
of Lakeview.

- Well, anything important?
- It's private property.

Cops did say a guy
matching Griggs' description

tried to climb a fence
a couple of days ago

and the owner chased him off.

Griggs looks at bases,

analyzes the fields
that border them,

tries to access this one...
Why?

Call the owner.

Tell him we want
to search the field.

Let's figure out what the hell
Griggs was looking for.

Mosquito heaven out there.

Yeah. Rock, paper, scissors?
It's on like Donkey Kong.

Still don't get why I couldn't
rock, paper, scissors.

Sorry, but no roshambo
for the newbie.

It's a canary.

The dress?

It's funny. Come on.

It's not.

Okay.

What am I missing, Percy?

You're treating
this one bad dress

like it's the end of the world.

Or was it just that,
one bad dress?

Anyway...

Were you engaged?

'Cause I got one of those
in my closet.

Old Runaway Bride scenario?

Come on, share.

All right.

There was a guy...

Really?

There was a guy.

You know, I... I thought
we were gonna get married.

He was this...

preppy kid I had a crush on,

and he liked me, too,

but we were from opposite sides
of the tracks.

He bailed

and I ended up
going to senior prom

with my best friend, Duckie.

That's the plot
from Pretty In Pink.

Yes, it is.

I deserved that.
You did.

And what are
we looking for?

What Griggs' couldn't find.

The drone he was using

doesn't see through
walls, does it?

Oh, God,
I hate spiders.

Those aren't spiderwebs.

That's hair.

Guess we found
what Griggs was looking for.

You mean who.

Meet Louisa Banks.

I identified her
from dental records

filed when she went missing
a year ago.

According
to the cops,

her husband said
she went for a run.

Never came home.

Any connects
to Griggs?

None that are obvious.

So we got a wedding,

drone pilot, dead girl,
no leads.

Not none.

Found trace on her clothes.

Sebastian has the sample.

My guess, it came from the weapon.
Weapon?

Well, something
caused these injuries.

Depressed skull fracture

on her parietal bone,

dislocated shoulder,

and five vertebrae broken
in her neck.

King,

Griggs surveilled
those bases,

narrowed it to that field...

He knew Louisa was there.

So this wasn't espionage.

Griggs was looking
for a murder victim.

This Griggs person...

I've never seen him before.

You think he had

something to do
with my wife's disappearance?

That's what we're trying

to find out, Mr. Banks.

Police report said jogging.

Round the far side
of the levee,

down the road to Carrollton.

When she didn't come home...

Mr. Banks, we'll figure out

who did this to Louisa.
All right?

Whether this Mr. Griggs guy

had something to do with it
or someone else.

We'll get 'em.

Then what?

It's not like
that's gonna bring her back.

Right?

I'll be out here.

Photos from the wedding,
finally back.

You know, it must be hard
for you, looking at all this.

Because of whatever it is
you're not going to tell me.

Yo, B, let it go.

I won't.

I can't.

Too compelling.

Ty Tarpley.

Weddings, dresses...

I hate it all because...

Ty Tarpley?

Yeah.

This is a true story?

Really?

You think I'd make up a name
like Ty Tarpley?

Ty and I worked
at a club together

when we were in college.

And we really
liked each other.

Only problem...
he was engaged.

But he said
they were breaking up,

so no harm, no foul, right?

Well, I fall hard.

Months go by...

we're in love.

Till one day, I see pictures
of him on Facebook.

Him and the old fiancée.

Went to the courthouse,
got married.

No...
Oh, yeah.

And it gets better.
We got into it.

You and Ty?

Oh, no, no, no. Me and the wife.

Cat fight.

So I end up in the alley
with some female patrol

telling me whole thing's
my fault.

She wasn't wrong.

So what'd you do?

Well, I dropped
out of school,

wore black for,
like, two years,

became a vegan.

You gave up meat and cheese

for a guy named Ty Tarpley?

Yeah, I know. It's crazy, right?

How hard was that?

Sharing a little?

Oh, I don't know, B.

Maybe I'll ask my shrink
next time I see her.

You have a shrink?

Ooh, and the plot thickens...

It does.

Mr. Banks said Louisa
ran on the levee

down to Carrollton.

Let's take a walk.

I see what's going on here,
Chris.

Partying, women, not sleeping...

It hasn't interfered
with my job, Kivg.

There's no reason for this.

It's all just a temporary fix.

Okay? Just so you don't have
to deal with Savannah's death.

It's the noises
outside my window.

All right?
That's why I can't...

sleep at home.

People yelling,

street musicians.

Savannah and I, we used to...

we used to just lay there...

listening and laughing.

And now, when I slow down,

I hear those noises.

There's no way around pain.

All you can do is...

make friends with the devil.

Feel it... move through it.

For me, I got my music.

Piano.

That's how I lean in...

find peace.

Just need to figure out
what that is for you.

And then what?

I'm all better?

Then you're on
the road to better.

Huh?

You hear me?

Husband said
the turn around

on Louisa's jogging
route was this bar.

Might as well
ask around.

♪ Get out of the way ♪

♪ Up off the tracks... ♪

Listen, um...

Hey, King.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Navy hangout,
Seabee battalions.

There was a Seabee battalion
at the wedding.

And Louisa's body was hidden

a mile away from here.

Griggs surveils bases

and the surrounding fields
looking for Louisa.

Focuses on the one field
next to a Seabee training camp.

What do you want to bet

that Griggs was at that wedding
trying to solve her murder?

Flakes we found on Louisa's

body came back

as vintage lightbulb glass.

So, someone beats Louisa
to death

with an antique... lamp? What?

No, uh, an old car.

The glass is from headlights.

Yeah, it did help us
to look at Louisa's injury

in a whole new light.

Initially, we thought

she'd been beaten to death,

because all her injuries were
to the upper body.

Right, but if she was hit
by a car...

Maybe she's out running,

uh, bent over to tie her shoes,
catch her breath, stretch.

Then... bam.

Suspect's driving,
hits Louisa, kills her,

hides her body.

Make and model of the car?

Oh, uh, 1968...

Buick Skylark.

Honeymoon car from the wedding.

This is the last
one, I swear.

Petty Officer Hewitt,

we need to ask you
a few questions.

What? Why?
Oh, come on.

They have been stuck here
for this investigation.

Let them go on their honeymoon,
already.

Honeymoon's over.

Petty Officer Hewitt,

you're under arrest

for the murder of Louisa Banks.

What?

Louisa Banks?

I...

Look, I don't even know anyone
named Louisa, okay?

And-And the only time
I ever saw that...

Lieutenant Griggs
was when he was...

Laying there stabbed to death
at your wedding?

He gave you a chance to come
clean about Louisa's murder,

didn't he? But instead, you
killed him to keep him quiet.

Look...
I'm telling the truth.

Well, the evidence doesn't lie.

The lab peaked at your car.

Found traces of Louisa's blood
under your bumper.

I used to park my car on base,

and all the guys
in my unit would use it.

Yeah? Who?

All the guys.
Look, I...

I've been through hell with
them, okay? They're my blood.

None of them would have done
anything like this.

Look, I wasn't even around
whenever this girl died.

Okay, I was... I was
at Alison's mother's.

Your mother-in-law
is your alibi?

She hates me, so, if I wasn't
there, she'll tell you.

He's telling the truth.

Mother-in-law says he
was with the family.

Not our killer.
Who is?

Got to be someone who knew

car was at the base.

Said people borrowed it
all the time.

Think he knows?

I get the sense, no.

Then we talk to the Seabees.

It's a tight-knit group.

None's came forward yet,
doubt any will now.

I might know a way

around this.

Keep him in there
another 15 minutes?

I was wondering if I could

have your help
with something.

Louisa Banks.

We believe that
one of the Seabees

on your husband's unit
may have killed her.

And, you know, you did such
great research on your guests--

the whole Google search
and personal touch...

Mm. Well, I assure you,
no one told me

that they murdered anyone.

Did any of your husband's
friends ever mention her?

No.

Any of them have problems
with women, bad breakups?

No.

Domestic abuse?

You know what?
Um, I think we're done here,

and I think it's time
for Hewitt and I

to go on our honeymoon, so...

Alison,

Louisa was starting
a life, just like you.

Well, and I am sorry
for this woman, and I feel

for her family, I do,

but there is something
you need to understand.

My husband, Hewitt,
and his entire unit--

they almost died
on their last tour.

They were under attack
for almost five hours straight.

It's a miracle that they made it
back from Afghanistan at all.

Alison, did your husband
ever mention

if there was drone support
when they were attacked?

About two months ago,

that Seabee unit was
pinned down by combatants

in the Korengal Valley.

Drone support
was requested.

Griggs?

He stayed with that
unit for 12 hours.

Spoke to those sailors.

Told them where
the enemy was,

helped reinforcements
find them.

He was able to talk to troops
in Afghanistan from here?

Com system is integrated with
JTACS on the ground there.

Team leader is dialed
in with the pilot.

I need access to the recordings
of that night.

They're compartmented,
Agent Pride.

There's a kid that went

to bed last night knowing
that his dad's not coming home.

Think he deserves to know why?

Night Owl 5, we've got a unit
of Seabees

building an airstrip.

They're taking fire.
Requesting UAV Support.

Copy that...

This has all
been archived.

No one has listened to
it since it happened.

Roger. Stand by.
Patching you in. Team Leader,

on with Night Owl 5...
Night Owl 5.

Griggs' call sign.

His drone was over
the Seabee Unit's position.

Copy. This is Night Owl.

We have eyes on you. Go.

We're pinned down!

Enemy combatants advancing
at your ten.

Watch your ten, guys!

This is it, Kirby.

Shut up, Boone!

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna go to hell.

What are you talking about?

Kirby, I ran over a girl.

I borrowed Hewitt's car.

This jogger.

I didn't see her.

She was dead,
so I buried her in a field.

God forgive me.

Oh, God forgive me.

All but one person
survived that night.

Petty Officer Kirby.

My guess...

no coincidence.

You managed
to kill the only person

who knew about your crime.

There's no proof of that.

People say things
when they're scared.

People say things
when they're guilty.

Lieutenant Griggs heard
your confession, your name.

He wanted proof
before he went to anyone.

He found out
what bases you trained at.

Searched them

for the car,
the fields around them.

Figured out
where Louisa's body might be.

He showed up
just before the wedding

when I was
decorating the car.

He said he might know
where Louisa's body was.

He wanted you
to do the right thing.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

Honor.

Courage.

Commitment.

You killed a father, a hero.

The man who saved your life.

Yeah.

God help me.

Help me for what I did.

Yeah, don't hold your breath.

Boone escapes death
by the skin of his teeth.

Killed Griggs, the
man who saved him.

There are some bad decisions
you cannot undo.

I guess so.

What's up?

Got a hot date.

♪ Let 'em down... ♪

♪ Hold on... ♪

Hope that's not tomorrow's regret.
Don't worry.

♪ So hold on... ♪

I heard you, King.

♪ On to me. ♪

You kept your promise.

Yup. Even got a friend of
mine to give it a tune-up.

Okay, so...

this moves it and down.

And this turns the camera.
Got it?

Okay, but you're
gonna have to help me.

It's easy. Here.

Watch.

♪ And all this time ♪

♪ You spend looking up... ♪

♪ Hold on... ♪

Night Owl 5, Night Owl 5,
this is Eagle 12.

Eagle 12, I got a copy.

See?

There it goes.

You okay, bud?

I really miss my dad.

I don't think
anyone gets how much.

I do, kid.

I do.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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