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[HOLLY LONG'S "NO PLEASING YOU"
PLAYING OVER RADIO]

GIRLS [SINGING]:
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Angels flirting with the dark side

The devil's floating in the glass

- Guys, chill. I can't concentrate.
- Totes buzz kill.

Selfie time.

Hashtag "NOLA-bound!"

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Holy crap!

[GIRLS SCREAMING
AND TIRES SCREECHING]

Oh, my God.

[GRUNTS]

Oh.

Uh, guys.

Ripped By mstoll

- Punch buggy.
- Hey!

- No punch backs.
- No what?

Come on, everybody knows
Punch buggy. Right, King?

We called it Slug Bug.

Me and my brother,
we used to play for hours in the car.

By the time we got to the lake, our skin
were all kind of black and blue.

What about you, Brody?

What'd your family do on car trips?

In our family, road trips
meant getting dumped

at boarding school every September.

- Phew. That's kind of...
- Depressing, I know. Moving on.

[PHONE RINGING]

BRODY: Linda?
- Mm-hm.

- Are you gonna answer?
- Just gonna let it go to voicemail.

She wants me to go see
another couples therapist with her.

Well, that's great
y'all keep working on things.

[SIREN WAILS]

Guessing you're not here to settle up
your poker tab, Agent Pride.

Considering you robbed me blind
last time, not a chance, lieutenant.

You were in over your head.

Just like Agent LaSalle was there
the last time we went drinking.

- I had a cold.
- Hi, I'm Addie Watkins.

SECO out of Naval Air Station.

- Special Agent Meredith Brody.
- Catch us up, Addie.

ADDIE: Armored transport bus carrying
four Naval Brig detainees

from New Orleans to Charleston,

traveling northbound
at approximately 8:30 a.m.

Crossed over the double yellow
until point of impact.

Rolled once, landed here.

Marshals are still sifting
through the wreckage,

but so far, we have three dead,
three unaccounted for.

We're waiting for the prison manifest
to confirm names.

Any witnesses?

The girls were making
a pilgrimage to New Orleans

when the bus nearly hit them
head-on.

- Bourbon Street or bust.
- Bust, clearly.

They pulled over to see
if they could help.

ADDIE: That's when the prisoners
jacked their car and took off.

Because of the time-sensitive
nature of this case,

Lieutenant Watkins is here to expedite
anything we may need from the Navy.

Y'all just let me know what
you need, I'll get it done. Excuse me.

Okay, one of you go over there

and take statements
from the young ladies, please.

All you, LaSalle.

Guess I'll take one for the team.

Sweet Loretta,
what is the story, morning glory?

Story is three dead.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

Guards were shot at close range.
Prisoner's COD is unclear.

BRODY:
Holster's empty.

Yeah, it's likely they were killed
with one of their own weapons.

PRIDE: So that means, likely,
that our escapees are armed.

All right.

Do a thorough sweep, top to bottom,
before it gets hauled off site.

ADDIE:
Prison manifest, hot off the press.

According to this, our three escapees
are Lieutenant Ted Nash,

Seaman Recruit Levon Dalton...

and Matt S. O'Feeney.

BRODY: Why are you so focused
on that last name?

Who's Matt S. O'Feeney?

He's an anagram, is who he is.

PRIDE:
Matt S. O'Feeney.

Rearrange the letters,
enemy of state.

Glad to see you're still doing
the morning crosswords.

Every day, Gibbs. Keeps me spry.

LEON:
So SECNAV just confirmed.

Matt S. O'Feeney is none
other than Dmitry Babakov.

- The arms dealer?
- It's one of his many talents.

Smuggling, extortion,
human trafficking, espionage.

Gibbs and his team
had been tracking Babakov

in conjunction with the CIA
and Homeland Security for a year.

Three weeks ago,
Babakov was captured

in a top-secret raid
off the west coast of Africa.

We placed Babakov
aboard the U.S.S. Birmingham

for transport to New Orleans.

We then put him on an armored bus
headed to Navcon brig, Charleston,

to await sentencing.

Unfortunately,
that trip got cut a little short.

We'll make it right for you, brother.

Pride, Babakov's capture offered
a rare opportunity for the D.O.D.

To gain insight into a vast network
of combatant operations.

Mission's clear, Dwayne.
Find Babakov.

Bring him in alive.

All right. We got three
escaped convicts on the loose,

all certified Navy-issue.

Agent Gibbs is coordinating
with interagency

to get us the most up-to-date
information on our fugitives.

Addie here is gonna tell us
what we know.

Okay. Top priority is Dmitry Babakov,

international concierge
to the scum of the earth.

Highly-educated and well-connected,

Babakov brokers black market goods
to the highest bidder.

We're talking weapons, narcotics,
information, even people.

Real Renaissance man, huh?

One whose clientele includes some
of this country's biggest threats.

Hard to believe someone
could pull off that escape.

Guessing he got help
from one of his fellow jumpsuits.

Which brings us
to Seaman Recruit Levon Dalton.

Dalton enlisted J.O.M. After a handful
of brushes with the law.

It seems the Navy didn't straighten
Levon out much.

After several earlier infractions,

Dalton was most recently thrown
into the Birmingham brig

for striking a commanding officer.

ADDIE: And last, but not least...
PRIDE: Lieutenant Ted Nash.

Two weeks ago,
Nash was a hard-working

naval architect in the shipyards
at Pascagoula.

Then he took liberty
here in New Orleans,

got into an ugly bar fight,
landed himself in jail.

Nash's service record is pristine.
The fight was his first offense.

He was looking at a fraction of the time
the others were.

And yet he ran. Why?

We got a BOLO
out on our stolen convertible,

checkpoints at every county
and parish line,

eyes and ears
on all our fugitives' contacts.

Chris and Brody,
head over to Navy Landing,

canvass the Birmingham,

find out everything you can
on Babakov and Dalton.

Meantime, Addie,

speak to your contacts at the shipyard,
get a rundown on Nash. Go. Learn.

But most of all, be smart.
Death toll is three.

Let's not make it climb any higher.

Prisoner A was brought aboard
the vessel six days ago

after his capture
in a classified land raid.

Prisoner A is Babakov?

It's common protocol
not to address prisoners by name

for security clearance reasons.

Each morning, the prisoner
was escorted to interrogation

by two Masters-At-Arms.

Afterwards, he was escorted
back to this cell

where he was served his meal
before retiring to bed for the night.

Just got a single bed here,
so no pillow talk? Chit-chat?

We just want to make sure
Babakov didn't have any contact

- with any of his neighbors.
- I assure you, he did not.

The prisoner was kept in isolation
from all other detainees.

LASALLE:
Houston, we have a problem.

LaSalle?

Where'd you go?

So much for full isolation.

Who was held in this cell?

Prisoner B,
Seaman Recruit Levon Dalton.

It's a cozy joint to plot an escape.

- Afternoon, Loretta. Sebastian.
- Hey.

Tell me something interesting.

Well, the human body produces
25 million new cells each second.

Okay. That was interesting.

- Now how about something useful?
- Oh, well, you didn't say that.

It's important
to be linguistically specific.

The driver and the guard
were shot point blank.

Ballistics confirms that the bullets
came from the guard's M11.

The prisoner, on the other hand,
was strangled.

Not an easy feat, given his size.

Babakov doesn't weigh
more than 140 soaking wet.

Nash isn't much bigger.

Which means the only escapee

with the physical capacity
to strangle the victim

would be Levon "The Levee" Dalton.

[BLEEPING]

SEBASTIAN: I gave Dalton
a pro-wrestling moniker.

On account of his size,
which is ample.

So you think Dalton
killed the prisoner?

It's possible, but I'll know more when
I complete my crash reconstruction,

using evidence
culled from the bus wreckage.

Why they pay you the big bucks.

Well, not exactly Daddy War-bucks.

Then again,
better than a barista at Starbucks.

- Just take the compliment, kid.
- Yeah, sure.

BRODY: You understand Lieutenant
Nash is on the loose.

CARLY:
I can't believe Ted escaped.

So your fianc� hasn't contacted you?

Ex-fianc�.

Ted and I broke it off last month.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Me too.

He was everything I was looking for.

Like, you know how people say
the best way to test a relationship

is to travel together?

First year we were together,
we took this crazy trip to Europe.

- Six countries in three weeks.
- Sounds amazing.

Best time of my life.

Until we got back. Guess it was the
being at home part we weren't great at.

How so?

Ted had major trust issues.

I think it came
from being an army brat.

His family moved around a ton until
his dad got permanently stationed

in Hong Kong, when he was 13.

If Ted tries to reach out,
we need to know, okay?

I hope he does because

I'd really like to tell him
I'm still here for him.

No matter what.

Focus, kids, 24 hours in,
we still got close to nothing.

SEBASTIAN: Welcome, cinephiles.
Please take your seats.

- Show's about to begin.
- No popcorn?

No, thank you.
So I've simulated the accident

down to pre-impact speeds,
post-impact movement,

as well as taking into account
the velocity-impact time model

of the driver's crash-avoidance
maneuver. Make sense? Good.

So here is our armored bus
driving northbound on the road.

Drifts into the next lane,

narrowly missing a convertible
full of buxom beauties.

Bikinis. An interesting touch.

Well, an artist
must allow for indulgences.

I can appreciate that.

Adding into the equation the notion
that Babakov and Dalton

had the ability
to communicate in the brig

as well as the physical evidence
that Dalton had the power

necessary to strangle the prisoner,

we recreate the moments
before the crash.

Dalton begins strangling
the prisoner,

drawing the attention
of the guard,

who is lured from his secure environ,
oh, only to be ambushed by Babakov,

who is stealthily lying in wait.

And spoiler alert,
we know how that story ends.

Babakov and Dalton
were partners in crime.

[PHONE RINGING]

Pride.

Got it. Thanks.

BOLO on the convertible we put out,
got a hit in Pearl River. Let's go.

- Good work, Sebastian.
- Thanks, Sebastian.

Local farmhand heard shots fired.

They killed the trooper.

We set up a perimeter, but so far
there's no movement inside.

- NCIS.
- Federal agents.

[REMY SOBBING]

Hey, kiddo.

It's all right, kiddo.

Okay, stand down, everyone.
You're safe.

It's okay.

How you doing, Remy?

Got a hold of your mom at the diner.
She's on her way.

She's gonna be mad.
She told me not to come here.

She said it was dangerous.

PRIDE:
Probably right.

REMY: I was setting up my platoons
when I heard shouting.

- Then shots.
PRIDE: I imagine that was scary.

I hid in the cupboard.
But the voices, they got closer.

How many were there?

Two?

One of them sounded a little funny.

Funny. Funny how? Like an accent?

Like someone
from a different country?

Can you remember
anything you heard?

Look, I get it, kiddo.

I hate talking about scary stuff too.
Yeah, no. It's true.

Even big guys like me get spooked.

But the thing is, once I do talk about it,
I always end up feeling better.

They kept talking about a grave.

A grave?

Are you sure?

They were arguing about how long
it would take to make it.

[PRIDE SIGHS]

Remy, those men,
they're never gonna hurt you.

And what you just told me...

is gonna help me make sure
that they never hurt anyone again.

You're one of us now, kiddo.

WOMAN:
Oh, Remy.

I was worried sick about you.
Are you okay?

REMY: Mm-hm.
- You sure?

Come on, baby, let's go, let's go.
Let's go, baby.

BRODY: We looked. We haven't found
anything resembling a grave.

Didn't show much respect for the dead
when it came to that trooper.

It could've been a code. Maybe
a misinterpreted foreign language?

Let's run a forensic language test,

cross-referenced
with any languages Babakov speaks.

All right.

- What's the latest?
- Kid places two men in the cabin.

- One with an accent.
- That puts Babakov there.

And based on what we know,
it's likely Dalton was with him.

- That leaves Nash in the wind.
- Trooper man got a shot off.

Which means
one of them might be injured.

We should sweep
the cabin for blood.

And put every hospital
within three parishes on alert.

Trooper's time of death puts our
fugitives less than 4 miles away,

if traveling on foot.

And if one of them's injured, that's
not helping with their ground speed.

Well, the nearest paved road is
5 miles north.

We cut that off,
we can tighten the net.

- Any other way out? Canal, lake?
- Train.

Get me schedules of every train
that comes through here,

origin, destination, surveillance
footage from every station.

You got it.

Levon Dalton's sister in Mobile
just got a text saying "On my way."

Kicker is the phone number
belongs to the dead prison guard.

Unless she was talking to a ghost, our
boy Levon's headed back to 'Bama.

- I bid you good night, Loretta.
- Good, you're still here.

Actually, I'm not here.
I'm just on my way out for a date.

Oh.

Well, not a date, per se.
More like a casual drink.

But I've run the numbers

and found that one libation does
have a strong statistical possibility

of evolving
into a full-fledged meal,

which then
would constitute an actual date.

Well, I'm glad to see
you're not over thinking it, dear.

- So how can I help?
- Great.

- Our prisoner was strangled to death.
- Mm-hm.

He also has significant
large intestine damage,

yet has no history
of prior stomach issues. Then...

there's our poor state trooper here.

Bullet to the heart, and yet he too
has significant large intestine damage.

How do two men with no prior
history of stomach issues,

killed in completely different manners,
end up with the same symptoms?

This is not a rhetorical question?

One that could wait until after my drink
that could possibly turn into a date?

Sebastian, have you ever considered
the statistical possibilities

of playing hard to get?

Ah. You smell that?

Burnt rubber and a little skunk?

Fresh-cut Bermuda and long-leaf pine.
Now, that's home.

Don't you think you're romanticizing
this sweet-home-Alabama thing

- just a little?
- Not romanticizing. Appreciating.

Which is something
you're clearly not good at doing.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you gotta stay somewhere
long enough to get hooked.

I mean, the past seven years
you've moved, what, four times?

Well, Cedar Rapids was too small,
and St. Paul was freezing,

and Chicago
was completely congested.

Ever consider
you got your criteria wrong, Brody?

Home isn't the place, it's the people.

[PHONE BLEEPING]

Got another hit. The eyes we put on
Levon's sister report she's on the move

and headed toward
Mobile Memorial Hospital.

If Babakov or Dalton are injured,
they might be heading for help.

Let's go give them
a real special welcome.

[ENGINE REVVING]

BRODY:
NCIS, hands in the air.

LASALLE:
Hey! Hands up.

Welcome home, Levon.

Where is he? Where's Babakov?

Who the hell is Babakov?

You and Babakov
were in adjoining cells.

You had a direct line of communication
through the vent.

He was a voice with an accent.

Far as I knew,
just another thug on the block.

Who you planned an escape with.

Like I told you,
I wasn't planning anything.

I was sleeping when it went down.

Woke up when I felt the bus
go over the side of the road.

When it stopped, I looked around,
clocked the guard's cuff keys.

Saw an opportunity, took it,
simple as that.

- Nothing's as simple as that.
- I ain't stupid.

No matter how you slice it,
I'm going away for a long time.

Even if I did know something
about old Baba Ghanoush,

I got no incentive to tell you about it.

Look at you working the system.
This the translation thingamajig?

Yep. In addition to English, Babakov's
fluent in French, Russian and Farsi.

Running translation software
on all three

to see if any phrases with "grave"
have a phonetic equivalent.

So far, zip.

What about the other one?

LASALLE: Security footage
from regional train stations.

Facial recognition program
will alert us

if it gets a match
on one of our fugitives.

ADDIE:
Hm.

You don't worry much
about cholesterol, do you?

I don't have to worry
about anything, LaSalle.

You only live once. You might
as well enjoy it while you got it.

Don't mind if I do.

PRIDE:
How's it going over there?

ADDIE: Your boy here
is a multi-tasking machine.

PRIDE:
Add this to the mix.

Followed up on that hunch
about Levon being at the hospital

without any significant injuries.

Mother's sick. Cancer, stage four.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Facial recognition
in the surveillance got a hit.

PRIDE:
That's Babakov.

And look
who his traveling companion is.

- Nash looked up at the camera.
- Now, why would he do that?

Because he's sending a message.
Look what he drew on his right arm.

Can you magnify the shot?

[BLEEPING]

PRIDE: What is that?
- Marryat symbol,

used by the merchant navies in the
1800s to signal danger or distress.

Babakov's bringing Nash along
as a human shield.

- Care if I join you?
- Be my guest.

- You and I got a lot in common.
- Is that so?

Both 'Bama boys,
born and raised.

And if you're anything like me, you got
a lot of love for your hometown.

It's pretty ballsy
of you to go back there.

- Must've had a real good reason.
- Granny's red velvet cake.

Your mama's real sick, isn't she?

How long she got?

Doctor thought
she'd be gone a month ago.

Still hanging on.

Raised five kids on her own.

Be real nice to give her
peace of mind before she goes.

Let her know you're okay.

You...

You'd let me do that?

What can you tell us
about Babakov and Nash?

PRIDE:
What you got?

Levon's got nothing on Babakov
using Nash as a human shield.

He did say,
when Babakov was in the brig,

he bragged about having
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Babakov was gonna cut a deal.

Question is, what information
was he gonna give up?

Pull the notes
from Babakov's interrogation.

[BLEEPING]

Redacted.

Text me if we get any hits
on Babakov or Nash.

LASALLE:
Where you going, King?

Find out why we're being kept
in the dark.

PRIDE:
Thank you.

Hell of a place to meet for coffee.

But secure.

Help me out, Gibbs.

Need to know what was
in Babakov's interrogation file.

Heavily redacted.

That's why I'm on a ship
in the middle of the Atlantic.

Anything that's there,
I need to know.

You gotta read me in on it.

Contact of mine in Langley
went to the director. Got it declassified.

Read it, burn it.

Couldn't have just led with that?

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTING]

BRODY:
Let me guess, Beach Babes 5?

Sorry, wrong genre entirely.

Other than a slight
over-arching of the wrist,

this Sonu Strike is a perfect example
of classic Dim Mak warfare.

- Dim-huh?
- Dim Mak.

It's an ancient
Chinese combat technique

in which pressure points are used
to disable or disorient the opponent.

The Sonu Strike
causes changes in blood flow

that can damage the large intestine.

Like the injuries the prisoner
and state trooper suffered.

Yeah. Historically, Dim Mak was
taught to warriors of smaller stature,

so that they could take down larger
opponents before going in for the kill,

which proves, by the way,
size doesn't always matter.

- Speak for yourself, buddy.
- He's talking about Babakov.

The fact that he'd be able
to pull it off on his own.

If he'd been trained in Dim Mak,
but I doubt that.

Why's that?

Because Dim Mak is only taught
by trained Chinese masters.

Takes years to perfect.

According to his profile, Babakov
didn't spend significant time in Asia.

But we know someone else who did.

Nash's ex-fianc�e said that he lived
in Hong Kong as a kid.

Which means Nash could've helped
orchestrate the bus crash.

Which would rule out
his being held under duress.

Then what was Nash's connection
to Babakov?

PRIDE:
I think I can help out with that.

According to
the un-redacted transcripts I just read,

Babakov's get-out-of-jail card
was the identity

- of a U.S. Intelligence leak.
- A mole.

Someone who was passing
classified military secrets to Babakov,

so he could sell them
on the black market.

Nash's job as a naval architect
would've given him access

to ship schematics, weapons systems,
radar technology, the works.

Kind of intelligence that could seriously
compromise national security.

No wonder Nash and his ex-fianc�e
had trust issues.

- He's been playing everyone for years.
- Right down to the human shield act.

So Babakov gets captured by U.S.
Forces. Nash gets wind of it,

knows that he's Babakov's
most valuable bargaining chip,

decides that he, Nash, will get to
Babakov before his cover's blown.

[PHONE BEEPING]

Hotline got a tip placing Babakov
and Nash exiting a train station

near Moss Point, Mississippi.

[BABAKOV PANTING]

BABAKOV:
Are we almost there?

Close.

[BABAKOV COUGHING]

I'm gonna ask you one more time,
did you tell them my name?

How many more times
must we go through this?

As many as it takes
for me to believe you.

I dangled the carrot
by telling them there was a mole.

I never told them who.

Huh? You satisfied?

- Yes.
- All right.

- Heh. Friends?
- Always.

BABAKOV:
Unh!

And then there was one.

The bus crash was days ago.

Why would Nash wait until now
to kill Babakov?

Needed time
to make his hometown-hero act.

BRODY: Or he needed to get
some information from him.

Either way, song remains the same.
We got a fugitive on the loose.

And he's a low-down dirty rat.

Nash grew up in Hong Kong.
Which means he knows Cantonese.

So if the kid did hear
the word "grave"...

Cross-reference Cantonese
with word match.

How long will that take?

Considering there's over
100,000 characters...

I wouldn't hold your breath.

Hang on a sec.

Babakov's body was found
in Moss Point, Mississippi, right?

Let me check something.
Here we go.

Brody, see if you can triangulate
his position.

They weren't speaking Chinese or
talking about burying dead bodies.

- Where do ships go to die?
- Grave dock.

Just so happens
there's an abandoned one

a stone's throw away from Moss Point.

Nash must be meeting a boat
there to make his escape.

With Babakov dead, Nash is
our only link to the intelligence breech.

The country's national security
depends on finding out

what information he passed along.

Nash is headed to the Gulf.
We've alerted the Coast Guard.

Plan is to cut him off
before he gets to the grave dock.

Don't wanna risk losing him
in international waters.

The target has changed
but the mandate remains the same.

Capture Nash and bring him in,
alive.

PRIDE:
What do we know?

COP: We've cut off all other paths.
He's gotta come this way.

County's been called,
helo's inbound.

- Parker, grab a couple guys.
- There he is.

COP:
Lock it down! Lock it down!

PRIDE:
Cover the perimeter. We're going in.

NCIS! Stop right there!

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.

Come on, where are you,
you dirty little rat?

Show yourself.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Pride! Brody! Heads up!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Nash.

I apply pressure and she's dead
before she hits the floor.

You turn around, let me walk
out of here and she's all yours.

I can't do that.
But if you let her go,

I promise you you'll get out of here
in bracelets instead of a body bag.

BRODY: Unh.
- What's it gonna be?

- Let her go, Nash.
- Wrong answer.

[GUNSHOT]

- You all right?
- Yep.

Yes, you are.

You disobeyed a direct order,
Agent Pride, which puts us in the dark.

We have no clue
what intel Nash compromised

or who Babakov was selling it to.

Needless to say, there's fallout.

Both the CIA and SECNAV
want an internal investigation.

With all due respect, director,

you want me to make a choice
between a traitor and one of my own,

I'll take the shot every time.

You want my badge,
you know where to find me.

That a wrap, lieutenant?

Yeah, I'm done with all my paperwork,
so it's back to base.

There's no security
without the SECO officer.

You're not even out the door yet
and I'm feeling less secure.

[LAUGHS]

- Can I ask you a question?
- Shoot.

- Why haven't we...?
- Dated?

You know, that's funny because I was
just asking myself the same thing.

Come up with anything?

Because in about two seconds,
we'd be broken up,

crossing paths at work
and that would just be...

- Uncomfortable.
- Bingo.

Guess we got something
to look forward to.

Yes, we do. See you around.

- Not if I see you first.
- Good night, lieutenant.

Good night, Agent Brody.

- You ready?
- Always.

Good.
Because we have a promise to keep.

[EKG BEEPING]

I'm here, Mama.

Right by your side.

Gonna be okay.

What do you say
we take a detour on the way back?

Get some Royal Reds
and play pool at Stillwaters?

Actually, I had
something else in mind.

PRIDE:
Linda, it's me.

Uh, pfft.

Remember that pillbox we lived in
right after we got married?

The one with the leaky fridge
and we used to go up on the rooftop,

and, well, heh, heh, you know.

Uh...

I just... I'm willing
to go see that therapist.

Just name the time and place...

and, you know, whatever it takes
to work this out.

So no more time slips by.

So call me.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]

BRODY: I know what I'm talking about.
LASALLE: Oh, famous last words.

St. Aug Marching 100
coming over for dinner?

- What on earth are you two doing?
- Don't look at me. It's Brody's idea.

She made me drive back here,

didn't even let me stop
to look at the view.

After the couple days that we had,
can't blame a girl for wanting home.

- What's in the pot?
- Shrimp boil.

Thought I'd cook you something.

You know,
for saving my butt today.

- Just part of the job.
- Maybe so.

Still felt good to know
you had my back.

So anyway, like I was saying,
the cayenne goes in before the shrimp.

- Here...
- No! It says online, add seasonings last.

- Online?
- Oh, hell, no.

BRODY: It's a foodie blog.
- No, both of you are wrong.

LASALLE: Foodie blog.
PRIDE: It all goes in at once.

All right?

How about the two of you
call a truce,

enjoy each other's company
for the evening?

Hey, now, I'll drink to that.

Ripped By mstoll