All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S02E08 - Confluence [2015-11-10]_Track03

Today marks the beginning
of the trial of Hugo Garza,

known international arms dealer.

The State is confident in
a conviction and looks forward

to this violent man
being imprisoned

for the rest of his life.

IZZO:
Big day for you, Dwayne.

Big day for both of us.

Yeah, long time coming.

Nine-month sting operation,
16 months pre-trial.

Yeah, I'll be happy putting
Garza in the rearview mirror.

IZZO:
Yeah, as long
as today goes well.

Beautiful morning,
Agent Pride.

Best one so far, Mr. Garza.

If there is a hell,
I don't think even the devil's

looking forward to
having that man around.

Speaking of
rearview mirrors--

updated briefs on
the cases stemming

from your undercover
work earlier this year.

I was hoping we could
sit down at some point,

you can walk me through what you
know about the militia's ties

to Zed Hastings.
The Father's minions

are itching to get
back at the Fed

who infiltrated
their ranks.

I'll keep watching my back.

Yeah, from your pinky toe

all the way to the top
of your head.

King, we got a problem.

Name it.

Federal marshals just called.

They've lost track
of Don Lambert.

I've been expecting this call.

You climbed out a window, Don?

Shook your security detail?

I haven't had a moment
to myself in two years.

I needed a drink.

A liquid courage for the day.

Where are you?
I'll come pick you up.

No, that's all right. I got it.

Look, Don,

you're expected in court
in less than ten minutes,

and I don't like the idea of you
being out there on your own.

'Cause it's not safe?

Not for you.
Yeah, well,

keeping safe has taken its toll.

Witness

relocation can be tough.
I understand that.

Hey, Dwayne...

...you like poetry?

I don't want to talk poetry.

I want to talk getting you here.

"I want to be reborn,
a babe in the sunlight,

"entering a world
where pain is washed away

by the spring rain."
Where are you?

I'm on the verge, Dwayne.

I'm ready
to put this all behind me.

Don?

Don!

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

Victim is Don Lambert, former
accountant for Hugo Garza.

Garza stole Navy weapons
and explosives.

Was attempting to sell
'em to the highest bidder

and Don was caught
laundering his money.

And the AUSA

got him to flip
on Garza.
Yeah, well,

he flipped, all right.

Anything?
BRODY:
Hard to make sense

of what's car, what's human,
and what could be evidence.

Hoping something in here helps
me identify the explosive.

Must have taken quite a charge
to make that kind of mess.

It's got to be plastics.

Weapons grade, packed
by someone with the know-how.

Any witnesses?
Lasalle's been canvassing.

What do you got?
So far, everyone I've talked to
heard the big bad boom

and then ran the other way.

Great.
But see that bar over there?

It's got a security camera
pointing toward the street.

I had them download
the footage.

At 8:04:13, all is calm.

Then, at 8:04:15...

PRIDE:
Explosion.

Panic.

You see this blue Mustang?

Someone's inside.

Yep. And it just
sits there and waits.

And then, at 08:04:25,
it drives off calmly.

Yeah, and that's how they caught
the Boston Marathon bombers.

Everyone else ran off,
and they just stood there.

Got a plate?
Partial.
First three letters--

FLJ.

All right, put out a BOLO,
find the owner.

You got it.

Get that evidence to Sebastian.

See if he's got a take
on what kind of bomb was used.

Call WITSEC.

Find anyone
who had access to Lambert.

He had a new
identity, new life,

a hundred miles
from here.

Someone gave his ass up.

Yeah, find out who.

Aah!

What a mess.

Anything left of him?

Uh... not much.

Don was a decent man.

His accounts?

Florist,

bakery, beauty supplies.

And the minute he found out

what he was in the middle
of, he wanted to talk.

Well, it's not
your fault, Dwayne.

You can't protect a man

who won't allow himself
to be protected.

It's gonna be some time
before I finish up here, but...

You're gonna need a DNA sample.

For confirmation.

He's got a wife.

I'll talk to her.

So, I... I brought
his toothbrush.

Um, I also brought this shirt
which his sister gave him.

She's kind of a bitch,

but he looked really good
in this shirt.

So you spoke with him?

You know, just before?

Quoted me poetry.

"I want to be reborn..."

"A babe in spring sunlight."

Don was constantly writing me

these little verses
on sticky notes.

He would leave
them on my pillow.

On the windshield
of my car.

Oh, I found one
on the kitty litter bag once.

Never wanted me to forget
how beautiful the world is.

So, what now?

Garza walks?

I won't let that happen.

We'll get him
for everything.

Weapons trafficking,
stealing Navy assets.

Don's murder.

'Cause I swear...

if Don goes in the ground,

and Garza goes free...

that's on you.

Because you looked
us both in the eye.

You made us a promise.

LASALLE:
Hey, King?

Agent Lasalle.

Everything all right?

What do you got, Chris?

BOLO on the suspect's car
just came back.

Was found rolled
on the levee.

Call Brody and Sonja.

They're already on their way.

BRODY:
Suspect sideswiped
the tractor trailer

as it was changing lanes.

Lost control, rolled
the car onto the levee.

The other driver
says he pulled over

to approach the
car to offer help,

but as he came up, the
driver took off running.

The other driver's
giving a description,

but he already said he
didn't get a good look.

We got JPSO sweeping out.

I bet our suspect's
wearing gloves.

Probably won't be prints.

Hang on.

I got something.

Wedged under the seat.

It's a photo.

Lambert.

And Marc Maslow.

Don Lambert's former
accounting partner.

Serving time for racketeering
in federal prison

and the only other person
who can put Garza away for life.

You think Garza means
to kill Maslow next?

Well, if he tries...

gonna have to go through me.

Keep Maslow in solitary
for his own protection.

Yeah.

I want eyes on him 24 hours,

inside his cell and for the hour
he's in the yard.

Thank you. What you find?

Got a set of tracks here

heading west
on top of the levee.

Looks like
our driver was dragging his leg.

I'll make a cast.

Thank you.

Anything?

Inside is pristine.

Outside not so much. Look, I'm
not sure if this is important,

but it's definitely interesting.

A ton of bees.

Bees as in...
As in bzzz...

So, I'm gonna do a pull
and get 'em to Sebastian.

Well, he'll "bee" thrilled.

You got a problem
with puns, honey?

Bees to Sebastian.

Find out who
the car's registered to.

And ease up on the punny.

Yeah, you're right. It's not
like this is a sting operation.

Where you going?

Got to end this
before it festers.

(music playing, people
laughing, chatting nearby)

Special Agent Pride.

To what do I owe
this pleasure?

Please, sit.
Have an Arnold Palmer.

The lemonade was fresh-squeezed.

PRIDE:
All blown up.

So, I've heard.

You plead out,

give me who murdered
Mr. Lambert,

cop to everything
you've ever done

and I'll make sure
you're spared the needle.

If I was going to plead out,

I would've done it when Don
was still walking the earth.

And if you
could actually tie me

to Donny ka-boom...

you wouldn't be here,

pouring my refreshments
into my pool.

You got nada, Agent Pride.

Don't I?

Maslow.

He won't testify.

Why, 'cause you're gonna
kill him, too?

Because he hates you.

He hates you more.

He fears me.

Which he should.

And you...

should fear me.

Call your lawyers, Garza.

Tell 'em you decided
to do the right thing.

IZZO:
Maslow is safe.

Moved to solitary
like you requested.

U.S. penitentiary
in Abilene, right?

Yeah, where I just sent
one of my deputies

to talk to him about
testifying against Garza.

Will you file that
for me, please?

What'd Maslow say?
About testifying?

Dwayne, Maslow's
not as reliable as Don.

But he's all we got.
Okay, so

he's agreed to testify

for a reduced sentence
of time served.

And that's the news that's good.

What's the news that's not?

That's where you come in.

Come in.

So you wanted to see me?

Yeah.
We're headed to Texas.

When?
Now.

Got to escort
the new witness

in the Garza case.

Okay.
Fly there, fly back?

Fly there, drive back.

Maslow doesn't do planes.

He doesn't do escalators.

Doesn't like odd
numbers. He's...

eccentric.

And why do you have to do it?

He requested me.

Okay, then, why me?

Lasalle knows the case.

Brody's been here longer.

But neither one of them
are any good at bee puns.

Yeah. My head
is buzzing with them.

Been a crazy
first few months.

Wanted to hear
how things are going for you.

So, this is supposed
to be, like...

quality time?

Bring those kale chips.

Might even get
me to try one.

Come on.

DMV records came back
on our bomber's car.

Registered
to a Frank Jameson.

Only thing is
Frank Jameson...

died two years ago.

So our bomber is living
under a stolen identity?

It looks like it.

What's the latest
on the levee search?

JPSO's frustrated
and dogs more so.

Well, then I guess
it's a good thing

Chris and Merri are on the case.

Not you Chris and Merri,
the other Chris and Merri.

Do we even ask?
I named the bees.

So, most of the specimens
came back DOA,

but two of them
were just stunned.

So I nursed 'em
back to health

and when they're
no longer evidence,

I'm considering becoming
an urban apiarist.

Chris and Merri,

meet Chris and Merri.

Oh. Which is which?

Well, Chris is the one

with the funny accent.

Y'all are the ones with accents.

So these little guys

are Apis mellifera.

They're your common honeybee,

but inside
their stomachs

is a very specific
kind of honey.

Specific how?

Well, this
particular varietal

is usually only found in
the Tigray region of Ethiopia.

Ancient monasteries
there keep the bees

to produce a rare white honey.

So Chris and Merri
came from Africa.

Well, not necessarily. It turns
out, the same order of monks

operates an abbey
just north of here.

That many Chris and Merris
in the windshield--

you got to figure
the car was here often.

Could be our bomber's home base.
Let's take a look.

All right, and, hey, while
you guys are there, can you

pick me up some of that honey?
It's gonna take me

a little while to get my hive
up and running.

PRIDE:
Don, you can do this.

DON:
Everywhere we go,

we're looking over
our shoulders.

At our house,
in my office.

I go jogging.

You know,
just to clear my head,

relax, but all
I can think about

is will today

be the day that Garza kills me?

PRIDE:
You came to us, Don.

Said you wanted
to make this right.

Look, I made the mistakes.

I get that.

But I need you to promise me
that there will come a day

when Garza is behind
bars and my wife

can go for a run without fear.

I promise.

I promise both of you.

(music plays quietly
over radio)

Check the front
pocket of my bag.

Put something in there you
might find interesting.

Take a look.

DEA's got an ongoing
investigation

into a drug dealer--
Marion Watkins.

Buddy calls me, tells me one
of my agent's been spending

a ton of time sitting outside
her house, wants to know

if we got our own
operation going on.

Marion.

She's the friend
you told me about?

So this car trip

wasn't ever about quality time?

This car trip

was about how you
keep things hidden.

No, personal
is different from hidden.

Personal ends when
I'm put in a position

to answer for your
actions and I can't

because I don't know
what you're doing.

Well, what if I don't know
what I'm doing?

What's up with
you people wanting

to yackity-yack
all the time?

You know, I came here
to be an agent.

Not to tell everyone
my every thought.

"I take your heart in mine

"and they become one,

sustaining us both."

Another one of Lambert's poems.

Okay, you can trap me
in a box with wheels,

but once you start
quoting poetry...

I'm super out.

Well, you can
duck me now,

but it's gonna be a long
drive back to New Orleans.

Open 103.

I'll take it from here.

What you looking at, Shawshank?

So, I just sign right here?

That's everything that you

and Assistant U.S. Attorney
Izzo agreed to.

Oh, no, this isn't
quite everything.

Why don't we discuss the real
reason that you're here.

Yes?

I want an apology.

Apology?

For what?

I'm in prison
'cause you made a deal

with Don instead of me.

AUSA made that choice.

Oh... That was on your advice.

So Don gets to get out

and I had to spend my days
rotting in here.

Don is dead.

Another thing you probably

should apologize for, no?

Sign,

stand up

and let's go.

No apology, no testify.

So you can let Hugo Garza
go free and clear.

I apologize.

I apologize, Mr. Maslow.

I apologize,
Mr. Maslow.

Well, that's a good start.

What happened to the last guy
that wore this?

I shot him.

BRODY:
Chris Lasalle,

afraid of bees?

Bees and heights.

I guess everyone
has their weaknesses.

It's not a weakness, Brody.

Every sane person
has a cautious respect

of insects with stingers

and falls that might kill ya.

WOMAN:
You're late, Frank.

Frank?

The name the car
was registered to.

Ma'am... we're federal agents.

Need you to step
out into the aisle.

BRODY: Put your hands
where we can see 'em.

Vivian?

Agent Lasalle?

You alone?

Yeah. Why?

We heard you mention
someone named Frank.

Which is interesting,

'cause that's the name of the
man that killed your husband.

LASALLE:
Tell us about Frank.

He's just a guy.

Just a guy who gets
his own cell phone?

'Cause this is the number
we have on file,

and, this, I'm gonna guess,
isn't registered with WITSEC.

We call that a burner.

Burner phone,
only one contact.

Frank.
Gonna ask you again, Vivian.

Frank Jameson--
who is he to you?

He's my sponsee.

AA.

You're meeting at
a secluded abbey.

I have been sober for ten years.

God, and for ten years,
I have been coming

to the same meetings right here,
Tuesdays and Thursdays

right in this chapel.
Well, why the secrecy?

Because WITSEC said I should
cut off all ties to my old life.

But this one,
I just couldn't do.

And Frank?

Frank's new to the group

over these last few months.

He's sweet.

But clearly struggling,

so we would meet here early and

just talk, I swear.

Let me guess.

He sought you out?

Asked you be his sponsor?
Yeah, but...

No, I was careful.

I didn't use my last name.

You didn't have to.

He knew who you
were, Ms. Lambert.

He chose you.

Wait. So, is it...?

Is it my fault
that Don's dead?

How's Vivian holding up?

Since she blames herself for her
husband's death?

Not so good.

Her phone get
us anywhere?
Ow!

We're pinging the number
that she was in contact with,

hoping it will lead us
to this... Frank.

Vivian also gave us
a physical description.

We're running it
through Bruce now.

MASLOW:
So, this is great.

You drag me out of prison
with a full bladder,

and now I have to relieve myself
downwind of cattle-- nice.

PRIDE:
Cross-reference anyone

Garza ever shook hands with.

LASALLE:
It's what I'm doing now.

But the guy seems
to be a phantom.

If he's a phantom
working for Garza...

MASLOW :
Want to take a peek?

...he'll be coming for Maslow.

How are you holding up, King?

Should be in New Orleans
by nightfall.

I'll take a pass,
thank you.

Provided Percy doesn't
shoot Maslow herself.

Brody's on her way
to Sebastian now.

Getting an update
on the explosives.
Keep me posted.

Keep yourselves safe.

SEBASTIAN:
Okay, so three things:

First, the bomb was triggered
by a remote detonator.

And based on the video
that Lasalle found,

the car that you saw driving
away would have absolutely been

within range of
Lambert's vehicle.

Second, the bomb
was powered by MX4.

It's a water-gel based explosive
with industrial

and seismic applications.
We know where the MX4 came from?

I'm still working on that.
Okay, the third thing?

I killed Chris.

Chris as in Lasalle?

Chris as in LaBee.

There was an incident when
I tried to run further tests.

We got into it,
and... he stung me.

Ouch.

Honestly, you know,
I think he was just depressed.

It was one of
those classic

death-by-scientist
kind of things.

Chris.

The person, I assume?
Yeah, gotta go.

Okay. Hey, when
you see him,

you'll tell him
it wasn't personal.

I'll break it to him gently.

Let's go.

Hey! Come on.
That's a $500 shirt.

Was a $500 shirt.

Looks like someone
screwed it up.

Yeah, one of the guards
ripped that button off,

and now they've replaced it
with some

cheap Taiwanese crap.

Hey, your lady agent here--
she rushed me.

I'm adding that
to the apology list.

We're trying
to keep you alive.

Do the two have to be
mutually exclusive?

Watch your head.

Any way we can make him ride
in the trunk?

Just like the car, the phone
Vivian was texting was stolen.

It was registered
to a Milton Howell.

Only thing is,
Howell's 90 years old.

Hasn't seen his cell
in months.

Also claims that
the only person who had access

was his handyman.
Let me guess.

His handyman goes
by the name Frank.
Exactly.

Phone's transmitting a signal.

Coming from over here.

Top apartment-- you get the
front, I got the fire exit.

Going in.

10-4.

NCIS!

Brody, get down!

You good?

Good.

Booby-trap.
Watch for more of 'em.

Clear.

Brody, meet fake Frank.

D.E.A.D.

Looks like that car wreck
did some serious damage.

What's this?

It's a map of Texas.

The back roads.

BRODY:
Where Pride and Sonja are.

He's tracking
Maslow's transfer.

I'm calling King.
I'll alert the
local authorities.

They'll need backup.

Now what's this?

You shouldn't have crossed
the double yellow back there.

PRIDE:
AUSA was supposed to alert

local jurisdictions about us.

Want me to...?
Yes. Call.

No signal.

PRIDE:
No, something's off.

Check the boots.

Yeah, and they got something

behind their backs.

Ambush?
Are you kidding?

Drive! Right now!
Get down!

Wait for 'em to reload.

Now.

SONJA:
Where'd he go?

PRIDE:
Looks like he's
in the woods.

I'll go after the shooter.

Check on Maslow.

SONJA:
Pride!

We got a problem.

Where the hell'd he go?

There's no signal.

He probably jammed our phones.

I can't call
for backup.
Guy's dead.

Yeah, and his partner took off.

Look like Maslow headed
into the woods back there.

Could be more on the way.

We gotta get to him
before someone else does.

King, it's me again.

Look, I need you
to call me back.

The people responsible
for Lambert's death

know where you are.

You and Percy find a safe spot
and sit tight.

Cavalry's on its way.

BRODY: I'm at the office.
Call me as soon as you can.

Straight to voicemail.

Same with Sonja's phone.
We gotta go.

Brody...
We leave now,

drive as fast as we can,
we'll get there...

They're still five
hours out. All right?

Texas Rangers and U.S.
Marshals are on their way.

The best thing
we can do for them now

is to try to figure out
who put the track on 'em.

Garza's people at the prison.

Wade.

Any word?

Still waiting to hear.

I've completed my autopsy

on your bomber.

Cause of death:

untended injuries
from his accident.

Brain swelled and he was toast.

But that's not
what you care about.

Identification.

Hold that thought.

Hey, I come bearing
news of explosives.

Uh... Oh, that's crazy.

You're across the hall,

but you're also across the room.

WADE:
Hang on, Sebastian,

we're discussing identification.

Oh, sorry. Go ahead.
Uh, go ahead!

I took the liberty of running

the deceased's prints

and I've uploaded it to you.

Your bomber's name
is Ethan Greer.

Ethan Greer.

All right...

Got a long criminal history--

served time on weapons charges
in multiple states.

Any ties to Garza?
Not that I can see here.

All right, what do
you have, Sebastian?

Hey, yeah. I'm over here now.

Time-sensitive,
Sebastian.

Okay, sorry. Yeah, uh...

so I was finally able
to trace the origin

of the MX4 used to blow up
Lambert's car.

Lot number is XJ7-114,
but here's the thing:

it's not the same grade
or manufacturer

as the explosives
that Garza stole.

In fact, these were swiped after
Garza was taken into custody.

We'll take it from here.

If the explosives
don't connect to Garza

and the bomber
doesn't connect to Garza...

...who the hell is after Maslow?

Oh, that can't be good.

You two leave me alone!

Oh! Aah!

And you know you're running
from the wrong people.

Yeah, well, you two are doing

a bang-up job of protecting me.

Shut up. Unless you want
somebody to hear you

and put a bullet
in your head.

All right, all right,
I'm shutting up.

Gunshots came from
back by the road.

Can't go there.

Yeah, and besides,
the car is junked.

If I remember the map,

interstate's about
a quarter of a mile...

that way.

All right, we get there,
maybe we can

avoid their
signal jammer.

Yeah, and get
some backup.

That was U.S. Marshals.

They're ten minutes out.
Anything?

I'm struggling to make sense
of the notes on the MX4.

All right.

Let's pull it up on the plasma.

LASALLE:
The explosives were stolen

two months ago.
ATF has 'em, but...

there's no
NCIS case number.

Let me see if I can
download their report.

Chris...
I know.

There's a cross-reference.

Chris.

Look at this.

The MX4 comes
from the same

batch of explosives Zed
Hastings and the militia used

to blow up
the G&L Bridge.

Zed's been on the run,

and now he's resurfaced.

This has nothing
to do with Garza.

Or Maslow.

It's about getting Pride.

Sic semper tyrannis.

(speaking urgently
and indistinctly)

HASTINGS:
It's been a long time,
Agent Pride!

Shouldn't they be
shooting at him?

They're not interested in him.

What are you talking about?

Zed Hastings.

He's here for me.

Well, good.

Can the little agent lady
and I get the hell out of here?

Will you shut up?

He's right. I'll cover you.

Get to the
interstate.

I'm gonna double back
and head to the car.

The car won't drive!

You go.

You get him to court.

Because if you come
back here for me

and I'm alive,

I will fire your ass.

On my count.

Three... two... one.

*

HASTINGS:
Pride's in the car.

We got him.

What the...?
PRIDE:
NCIS!

Aah!

Go ahead, Zed.

You want more?

BRODY: Got an update
from Oschner Medical.

Zed Hastings
is out of surgery.

Critical, but stable.
All right, when he
comes to, I want to know.

He's got intel we need.

What foreign entities

the militants are working with,

how far and wide
this all goes.

I still don't get this.

Zed hires someone

to blow up Lambert,

puts Maslow in play,

but how is he sure

Maslow will testify
or request you?

Done some research on that.

I figured you'd
be sick of me by now.

Trust me, I am.

Cheap button on your shirt...

...really a tracking device.

Weird.

Got another word
for you.

Confluence.

A flowing or coming together...

a gathering
at one point.

What the hell
are you talking about?

One of my agents ran a check
on your cell block.

Supremacist groups,
separatists...

Zed Hastings' folks,

many of whom, no doubt,
were talking about

wanting to get even with
a federal agent that you knew

all too well.

You traded access to me...

for your chance to escape.

And then there's...
this man.

Living under the name

Frank Jameson,
but really Ethan Greer,

who spent two months
in the same cell

with Zed, back in 2009.

But you knew all that,
didn't you?

Confluence.

Exactly.

So, here's how this
is going to play out.

You testify,
as planned, against Garza.

You take 25 years
for your part

in the murder
of Don Lambert.

And that's it.

Nothing for your
attempted escape...

nothing for aiding and abetting
in the attempted murder

of two federal agents.

Why would you do that for me?

Because Garza.

Because Vivian Lambert.

Because Don.

Because I keep my promises.

Oh, wait...
one more thing.

I also...

want an apology.

I apologize.

"I apologize, Mr. Pride."

I apologize, Mr. Pride.

It's a start.

IZZO: Mr. Maslow,
can you please identify

the man that you worked for,

for whom you laundered the
profits of stolen Navy weaponry?

Yes, I can.

Is he in this room?

Yes, he is.

Can you please
identify him

by name and
point him out?

Hugo Garza.

Please let the record show
that the witness

has identified the defendant,

Hugo Garza. There'll be
no further questions.

We got him.

:
Tonight...

I am going for
a very long run.

Thank you.

Hey, Pride.

I was, uh, wondering

if you would sign
something for me.

Permission for me
to be loaned out to DEA

for an undercover
mission.

Road trip too
much for you?

Oh...

No, my friend, Marion.

You want to be a part
of taking her down?

Look, it's the only way
I can help her.

Get her into rehab,
get her out of the life.

Think she'll
go for it?

How the hell do I know?

You were willing to get shot at

all over Texas
based a promise.

I'd like to give
this a try.

"I took her heart in mine
and they became one,

sustaining us both."

You're quoting poetry?

Yeah.

It's the first and last time,

but from here forward,

I'd like to get better
with the yackity-yack.

This is me

asking permission.

Give me the paperwork.

I'll sign it.

MAN:
Hello, Zed.

I've been expecting you.

Pride's still alive.

You're going to jail.

So it's my turn.

Sic semper
tyrannis.

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