All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S02E09 - Darkest Hour [2015-11-17]_Track03

Hey there.

I'm not a photographer,

but I can totally picture
you and me together.

Funny, my fiancé says
the exact same thing.

Lucky guy.

Lucky girl.

Please say you'll be here soon.

MAN:
What are you doing here, man?

Nick?

Nick?

What's going on

Nick, what's happening?
Where are you? Nick!

Pick him up.

Come on, baby. Pick up. Please.

Hey, this is Nick.
You got the dreaded voicemail.

Leave a message.
Nick, it's me. Where are you?

What's going on? Call me back.

Please. Call me back.

What the hell?

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

Sure could use my Mr. Woobie
right now.

Your Mr. What?
You know, Woobie.

It's the night light
shaped like a turtle.

Projects stars on the ceiling.

* Someone's afraid
of the dark *

I am not.

Here it is.

Oh.

God, watch my head, dummy.

Oh, sorry.
Gosh.

PRIDE: You two find
the transfer switch?

Working on it!
Working on it!

All right. A, B, C, D.
Here we go.

We got it!

Who is "we," Kemosabe?

NEWS ANCHOR: According
to the mayor's office,

the citywide blackout
plaguing New Orleans

began at the 12th Street
Substation

and is believed to be connected
to construction work at the...

Let there be light!
Yes.

Or not.

Damn backup
generator.

100 bucks to anyone
who can get that thing

up and runnin' for good.

Bring it.
Oh, I brought it.

Go for it, guys.
Any word on the outages?

Most likely canal work hit
a snag. Shut down the grid.
Yeah, well,

just a matter of time before all
that construction wreaked havoc.

Ask me, it's the people of the
city that are wreaking havoc.

A buddy from NOPD says
they're flooded with calls.

WOMAN:
Mr. Dwayne.

Frankie. What is it, honey?

I didn't know where else to go.

It's okay.
No, it isn't.

It's Nick.

I think he's in trouble.

Okay. Let's start
at the beginning,

when the call came in.

Yeah. I could hear him,
but he couldn't hear me.

You know, like a pocket dial.

And you heard yelling?

It sounded
super intense.

There was shouting
and some kind of struggle.

Okay. And then the phone call
ended.

I kept trying to call him back,
but I couldn't get through.

Well, that doesn't
necessarily mean anything.

Cell phone towers are jammed
from the blackout.

No, I know. But it's just weird
he hasn't called back.

You said there was arguing.

Was Nick supposed
to meet anyone?

No. He was supposed to meet me
after his shift ended on base.

Said he had a surprise.

Nick called. It came in at when?

Maybe 6:45?

My phone's dead.

Oh, yeah? Let me see.

I was so panicked.
I didn't know what to do.

Coming here,
you did exactly the right thing.

Here you go.

There's no reception.

Give it a sec.
Towers are overloaded.

Oh, my God, he called.

There you go.

: Frankie, it's me.

If I don't make it, just know

I was trying
to give you everything.

I love you.

If he doesn't make it?

What does that mean?

Doesn't mean
anything yet.

Let us do our work.

Okay? And you just stay
right here.

We're looking for
a Petty Officer Nick Benton.

Recruiter assigned
at Belle Chasse.

And engaged to Frankie.
She also happens to be

one of my daughter's
oldest friends.

And according to Frankie,

Nick was
last heard from

shortly after the blackout.
That puts us
at

just over two hours.

Power outages,
base is following

strict security protocol.
We won't be able to get on.

Left word for Nick's
C.O. to get here ASAP.

Filed a missing person's report
with NOPD. Backlogged.

Fusion center's a mess, too.

Imagine the entire city's
overwhelmed.

Best thing
you can do right now...

...get that generator up
and running.

I'm on it, King. And not because
I want to beat the pants off

of Percy.
BRODY:
Laurel and Frankie are close?

Since second grade.

Thick as thieves those two.

Kind of young
to be engaged, yeah?

She's a good kid.

Had a tough upbringing.

Mom, Camilla,
strong lady.

Struggled financially.

Died a few years ago.

BRODY:
Her father?

Never knew him.

So she's on her own.

Till Nick.

Three years ago.

At the Navy Birthday Ball.

I brought Frankie and
Laurel as my plus-two.

Soon as Nick asked her to
dance, she just lit up.

Been together ever since.

Best thing that ever
happened to her.

Patton's got something.

PATTON:
So, I lift the voicemail
off your girl's phone,

trying to isolate where
her fiancé made the phone call,

get my ping on.

Network's
a mess.
Oh.

It's like Bloody Mary's
booze cruise on a Sunday.

The Internet is down,
the towers is jammed.

Town's
a damn technological wasteland.

But never fear,

Triple P's nothing
if not adaptable.

Watch and learn something,
sister.

I was trying
to give you everything.

I love you.
Wait. Hold on.

Doesn't end there.
The message goes on.

Car wheels.
Driving over something.

Listen to the intervals.

It's consistent. Like a pattern.

Wheels rolling
over expansion joints.

Bridge?
There's a ton of 'em
in Jefferson Parish.

Listen to this.

Train.
It's close.

Only bridge in Jefferson Parish
with railroad tracks...

Huey P. Long.

LASALLE:
Keep those headlights burnin'.

It's him.

Nick.

Contact JPSO, Loretta,

and his command.

And notifying next of kin?

That's a call I got
to make myself.

Night just got
a whole lot darker.

Contacted JPSO and JP Morgue.

Traffic lights are out.
It'll take Wade at least

an hour to get here.

Meantime,

we got a head wound.

Forehead,
just above the left eye.

So, uh,

what we know,

Frankie got a pocket dial,

heard Nick fighting.

Left this message
before he died.

Wallet was still intact.
Nothing was stolen.

That's not entirely true.
Shoes are missing.

Now, who do we think might need
a pair of shoes?

SONJA:
Check that out, Lasalle.

Now, that's
a serious fashion don't.

LASALLE:
Hey, pal.

NCIS.

Stop!

Turn over. All right.

Easy, buddy.

Easy.

Oh, yeah. We got to talk.

You do this
for a pair of shoes, Mickey?

He was already like that
when I found him.

If you didn't kill him,
why are you covered in blood?

Hmm?

I tried to help him.

No, it's not safe.

It's not. No. Shh! Shh.

No.
What's not safe?

The monster.

They always come out
in the dark.

So a monster did this

to Petty Officer Benton?

Dragged him down to the water.

I wanted to help.

By stealing his shoes?
No.

No, he would've wanted me
to have them.

Mickey...
maybe you're the monster.

No! No!

No, I would never do that.

I would never hurt anyone!

Hey, it's okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

Tell us about this monster.

He was big.

And, uh... hulking.

O-Okay, okay.

Uh, with wrinkly skin.

Pen and paper.
Okay.

Want a pen
and paper.

Navy S.O.

Nick started calling me that
after we got engaged.

Significant other.

I never thought
I'd be that girl.

One with the ring
on her finger.

He wanted a big wedding.

All the bells
and whistles.

Fancy tablecloths,
five-piece band.

I fought him on it
tooth and freakin' nail.

Told him we should
just go down to city hall.

Figured wedding's are
for family.

I kept thinking
about the church.

His side full,

mine practically empty.

My mom's gone.

No dad to walk me
down the aisle.

Thought about asking you.

I would've been honored.

PRIDE:
Appreciate

you coming back in the
middle of the night, Loretta.

Ah, considering
who the victim is.

Poor Francesca.

I'd imagine
Laurel's a wreck.

Yeah, she's in Houston
visiting her mother.

Hopping a flight as soon
as the airport opens back up.

Any leads?

Homeless guy, but I...
I don't think he's good for it.

Dark soul, but not a killer.

Mind the candles.
Generator's keeping

the drawers cold.

So, in conducting my autopsy
on Petty Officer Benton,

I've concluded that the cause
of death was a subdural

hematoma, caused by blunt force
trauma to the head.

Petty Officer Benton also
suffered severe lacerations

of the forehead.

Poor Nick.
Based on the

shape and diameter
of the contusions,

I suspect the weapon was
a heavy metal instrument

with a sharp edge.

The weapon also left this
imbedded in the tissue.

Appears to be

metallic fiber.

Sebastian doing his thing?

Yeah. Beware the head lamp.

Sebastian?

Oh, hey.

Uh...

Light's kind of intense
here, buddy.

Oh, right. Sorry.

What do got going on in here?

Oh, you know, blackout's got me
flexing the old imagination.

I've been recreating
the mine cart chase

from the end of Temple of Doom.

Did you know that the
cave formations' rock

in those movies were just
tin foil spray

I did not.
Yeah, the magic
of movie-making.

Yeah. How about the magic
of crime solving?
Oh.

Even better. So, uh,
these are the fibers

pulled from your
victim's head wound.

The EDS detector's
still down, so...

all hail magnets.

The non-magnetic flakes--
those are aluminum.

And judging by the tint,
these are probably steel.

But I'm not gonna lie.

All this old-school
chem lab stuff--

it's really getting
my juices flowing.

Steel?
Yeah, uh, just,
uh, basic grade.

Found in electric
motors, transformers,

inductors, headphones,

printers, scanners,
coaxial cables,

dishwashers,
refrigerators, you know.

So, basically...
everything.
Yeah. Determining

the exact aluminum alloy would
help narrow it down a bit.

But with the blackout,

I can't even power up
the XRF Spectrometer.

Okay, okay, so,
why don't you let me know

when you find out
something.
You got it.

And, hey, to get out, you
must take the left tunnel!

Oh!
Smooth move, Indy.

Hey! Aah!

Pride needs to scrap
this piece of junk.

Just call me Ms. Woobie.

Mr. Woobie belonged
to my brother Cade.

He'd keep it in my room 'cause
he didn't want people to know

he was afraid of the dark.

He'd come into my room
when the lights went out,

count the stars on the ceiling.

Nice.
Yeah.

Now if you don't get
this generator up and running,

that C-note Pride promised
is gonna be mine.

Yeah, we shall see, Percy.

We shall.

Don't suppose you had any luck
with Mickey?

Oh, well, only if our killer's
a genetically-mutated frog.

It's no frog. Gargoyle.

There's only one place
in the city to find him.

SONJA:
Whoever heard
of a blackout party?

You know, the lights go off,

and people act
like it's end of days.

Excuse me, sir.

At least
they're having a good time.

Okay.

Yeah, it looks
nice on you.
Ugh.

*

Looks like the monster
was in uniform.

Y'all need anything?

Yeah. Can I get, uh, some mace
and a Zombie apocalypse kit?

NCIS.

Ever seen this guy?

I know him.
Came by here last week.

He and Dex got into it.

SONJA:
Who's Dex?
MAN: Declan Shane.

One of the bouncers here.

Now define "got into it."

WOMAN:
Arguing. Shoving.

MAN:
He's in the middle
there with the beard.

Dex threw the guy out.

We'd like to talk
to this Dex.

So would we.
Blew his whole shift off.

Never showed up tonight.

LASALLE:
Declan Shane has
a long record.

According to N.O.P.D,
he's been in and out

of Orleans Parish Prison

for burglary, carjacking
and armed robbery.

You name it,
the guy's stolen it.

We've got
the search warrant.

Guy's around
the corner.

NCIS!

PRIDE:
Clear.
BRODY:
Clear.

We're clear back here.

Declan's been busy.

Pride, you got to see this!

What the hell am I looking at?

Maps of the city's
electrical grids.

Avondale 12th Street substation.

It's where
the blackout started.

BRODY:
Guys?

Murder weapon.

PRIDE:
Heavy metal, sharp edges.

So, it's possible...

Nick's murder is connected

to the mother
of all blackouts.

City's been through
more than its share.

Blackouts, floods, storms.

Sometimes it brings out
the worst.

But then, just when

you think you've figured out
how it's all gonna go,

a stranger brings
your cat back to you

three months
after the storm.

Then stays to help fix
your busted-up roof.

That's new Orleans.

Doesn't take electricity
to light it up.

You're Agent Pride, right?
Yes, sir.

Bart Johnson,
lead on the job.

Hey, Bart, know you're busy.

Understatement. Just when
we get power back up

in Marigny and Bywater,

lose it in Central City
and the Garden District.

Well, we have questions
about the blackout.

About time someone does.

This was not an accident.

Somebody cut the gate
over there.
Saw that.

Did a hatchet job
on the cables.

Oh, ballsy.

Bastards
were smart.

Avoided the security cams,
had all the right gear.

Industrial cutters,
just like those.

SONJA:
Pride?

Look familiar?

PRIDE:
Murder weapon
did double duty.

Those easy to come by?

Yeah, sure.
Real key, though-- these.

Puppies carry 13,000 volts per.

Go near 'em unprotected,

fry yourself like a damn
green tomato.
Yeah.

Fibers look like the ones

Loretta took
from Nick's head wound.
Yeah.

Cutting these cables caused
the entire city do go dark?
Nah.

Station only powers
one square on the map.

Damage caused
a cascade failure.

Station got overloaded, rest
of the grid fell like dominoes.

So, whoever did this was
targeting one specific area.

What were they after?

Streetcar roundhouse,
shipping dock,

some bars and music joints.

And one high-secured warehouse
that happened to get broken into

shortly after the blackout.

Bonded warehouse, actually.

Our space caters
to high-profile,

high-end collectors--
anything from art,

antiquities, cars,

fine wines.

Oh, it's a shmancy
warehouse.

What type of security
do you employ?

Only the most
cutting edge.

3-D cameras,
retina scanners,

heat-sensing
biometrics.

All things that failed
during the blackout.

Looks like the thieves
bucked your system.

Here's the unit.

Yesterday, there was close

to two million
in antique furniture.

Wow.

Must've been a sweet
set of La-Z-Boys.

A rare and highly sought after

19th-century French Revival
library collection.

We're gonna need
info on the owners.

An inventory
of everything taken.

Not sure
we can accommodate that.

Privacy is our hallmark.

Solving a murder is ours.

I will get you
that contact information.

Thank you.

Techs found
some tire tracks outside.

Got some soil residue.

Thinkin' it was a big truck.

Well, that makes sense,

given the size vehicle
needed to clean this out.

Gonna get them to pull
prints off the door.

Probably gonna be
the owners of the unit.

Or Mr. It's-A-Shmancy-Warehouse.

Get everything to Sebastian.

We'll get you the info
on the owners.

Grab Brody. Pay them a visit.

You got it.

MAN: Dad spent half his life
collecting those pieces.

It's okay, honey.

My husband passed
away recently.

Lung cancer.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Gordon made his fortune
in real estate,

but his real passion
was rare antiques.

Collection was Dad's legacy.

Meant the world to him.

Is there any chance we'll
get some of it back?

That's not really
our jurisdiction.

So, then, why are you here?

Trying to figure out
how the robbery

ties in with a murder.

This petty officer was killed.

Doesn't look familiar.

Mom?

No.

How about this guy?

That's Dex.

He's a bouncer
at The Gargoyle,

the club I promote at.

And how well do you know him?

Not well.

Grabbed the occasional beer,
talked about girls, sports.

You guys ever talk about family?

It's hard to say,

but when
you're Gordon Fontaine's son,

it's not exactly easy
to keep a low profile.

Our family goes back
five generations in this city.

We're gonna need
elimination prints from you

and anyone else who might've

come in contact
with the furniture.

Anything we can
do to help.

Okay. Tell me things.
Well, assuming
our thief is Declan,

he cased the
Fontaine family

by cozying up
to the son, Toby.

Orchestrates a blackout

to dismantle warehouse security.

Pulls the heist,
goes on the run.

Yeah, but for the murder
or the blackout?

Likely both.
The question remains,

what does Nick Benton
have to do with it?

That's where Triple P comes in.

Your girl Frankie dropped
off her man's laptop.

I took a fine-tooth comb
to the hard drive.
Did you get anything?

In addition to some of
my mojo back... plenty.

Thanks to my own hot spot
during the blackout,

came up with this.

Looks like
young Nick's developed

an interest in the "good life."

Over a dozen searches
on the Fontaine family

this past month alone.

Also, links to
the Sotheby's catalogue

and a slew of Web sites about
old-time Frenchy furniture.

So Frankie's fiancé could've
been in on the heist.

According to his C.O.,
Nick did two years

rebuilding infrastructure
in Baghdad.

Would've known
his way around

electrical wiring
pretty good,

helped orchestrate
the blackout.

This case is going

all kind of Ocean's Eleven now.

So, what...
Nick and Declan are partners?

Declan gets greedy,

doesn't want to split the take?

Just hold on, everyone.

Look, I've spent time with Nick.

He's been to my house.

But he's gotta be
connected somehow.

Sebastian.

He's got a lead
on the dirt samples

from the tire tracks
at the warehouse.

Oil residue and seashells.

Offshore oil rigs?

Drill shipyards.

There's about six of 'em

within driving distance
of the city.

What are you waiting for?

We gone.

A heist? This is insane.

Nick wouldn't steal a pack
of gum from a gas station.

Just trying
to make sense of it all.

You mentioned he had
a surprise for you?

I meant
like a deal

on a honeymoon package,
not a felony.

Look, I don't know who
this Declan Shane is,

I don't know about
any furniture,

and I've never heard
of the Fontaines.

But Nick was smart,

funny and loyal as hell.

I agree with you.

But we're missing
something, here.

On the voice mail...

Nick said he wanted
to give you

everything you never had.

Now, I know you and
your mom had your struggles...

Nick and I didn't
care about money.

Things.

We had each other.

Frankie... help me out, here.

Can you explain any of this?

Isn't that your job?

Numero seis.

Please tell us
this is the one.

Looks like this might
be your lucky day.

That's a big enough truck to
hold a crap load of furniture.

Declan Shane.

No honor
among thieves.

Check out
those gloves.

Check the back.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Ladies, take a look at this.

Who steals $2 million
of old furniture...

...just to destroy it?

RADIO HOST:
To all you battery-operated,

candle-burning New Orleanians
out there, enjoy the daylight,

because darkness
is right around the corner.

Fill me in, Christopher.

On the generator front,
had no luck.

On the case front?

Brody and Percy
are cataloguing

what we found
in the truck.

So far, we got this.

Along with Declan
Shane's body,

there's a boatload of
smashed furniture,

a pair of thermal
gloves...

To go along
with the bolt cutters

recovered at Declan's house.

Likely used to cut the wires
at the substation.

Not to mention consistent

with the weapon
that killed Nick.

But we're still short.

Need to know

who put that bullet
in Declan Shane.

Well, I looked
into the truck.

Registered to a man
named Manny Indonato.

Vehicle registration
lists an address

in Metairie.

So... three man job.

Things go south.

One of the guys, Manny,

decides to get rid
of the others?

Over what, the haul?

Nah, nah... loot was moot.

I scoured
the black market.

Not one piece
of ancient-ass furniture

was offered up
in the last 36 hours.

Well, how'd you get your intel?

Oh, I had to go
all Doobie Brothers on this one.

Take it to the streets, baby.

Nose to the grindstone,
ears to the wall.

Bottom line, your suspects

weren't ever hawking any wares.

None of it makes sense.

Loretta and Sebastian.

All right, I got this.

You two stay hot
on the truck owner.

Let me know if Sonja and
Brody turn up anything.

WADE:
...small caliber
bullet was found

in Mr. Shane's
right temple,

and the lack of
defensive wounds

or powder burns
around the entry

suggest the victim was
shot at close range.

Likely knew his killer.

Seems that way.

What do you got, Sebastian?

Fingerprints, Holmes...

As in Sherlock Holmes.

That didn't really sound right
at all. Uh, I've been, uh,

dusting, printing,
logging, comparing...

You know, there used to be
a whole art form to this,

back in the day.

With the automated
fingerprint ID system down...

How about more show
and less tell, dear?

Okay, right, sorry.

So I got prints from the truck,

prints from the furniture...

I even managed
to get prints

from the inside of
the thermal gloves.

Compared them to the prints
we got off of Declan Shane.

All perfect matches
except for one:

the prints
from the bolt cutters.

Which I was able to confirm

was the weapon used to kill
Petty Officer Benton.

Right. So you take
Declan Shane's prints

and you compare them...

Not the same.

So Declan was
wearing gloves

when he cut the wires
at the substation,

causing the blackout.

Yeah, but someone else must have
handled the murder weapon

with their bare hands.

Must've been
our third man.

Oh, Third Man.
Orson Welles?

Film noir at its best.

It's great. This guy goes
back to his old hometown,

only to find that his
old buddy is dead,

so he starts concocting
this kooky theory

that maybe there's
a third guy involved.

The whole thing is
scored with a zither...

BRODY:
This is intriguing.

"Louis XV, also known
as the Scoundrel King,

hid countless mistresses
at the Parc-aux-Cerfs."

Damn, Louis was a player.

Like the Secretary de Pompadour,

named after Madame Pompadour,

one of Louis'
frequent companions

was configured with
a secret compartment

hidden by a double wall.

Secretary's a frou-frou name
for a desk, right?

Look at this.

It's hollow.

Hang on, I saw something like
this on Antiques Roadshow.

Jackpot.

Manny Indonato, the guy that
owns the truck, alibied out.

So no third man?

Nope.

Think we figured out
what our thieves were after.

Found these letters
hidden in the furniture.

Listen to this.

"My darling G,

"the baby's
getting so big.

Her smile
reminds me of you."

G?

Gordon... Fontaine.

Wait a sec.

Is that...?

Frankie.

Fontaine is her father.

Which means she is
one of his legal heirs.

I can think of someone who'd
have a major problem with that.

Toby Fontaine.

Found our
third man.

Can I help you?

You've already done
more than enough.

NOPD went by
Fontaine's house,

checked the club--
no sign of Toby.

So if he's not here,
he's in the wind.

You two take the back.

Sonja with me.

PRIDE:
Got signs of a struggle.

Here we go.

Three, two, one.

NCIS, we're coming in!

Clear.

Clear.

Stay back!

Uh, Toby.
TOBY: Stay
the hell back.

Toby...
Tell the other agents
to get behind you.

Stay back!
All right, all right.

PRIDE: Easy, easy.
Get 'em behind you.

Come on.
They're coming.

Move! Is that all of them?
That's it.

Easy, take
it easy.

"Take it easy"?
Stay back, all right?

Toby.
Stay...

I'm calm and collected,
so you just stay back.

Okay, all right, all
right, what do you want?

I want to get out the back
of this house. Stay back.

Frankie, easy.

Toby, you don't need
to take Frankie.

Stay back!

Just let Frankie go.

Don't move, all right?

I'm serious, I'm getting
out of here right now with her.

You stay on that porch!
Stay on the porch!

Okay, it's okay, it's all right.

Toby, look at me.
Look at me, Toby.
No.

Toby, hang on a second.
Just wait.

I'll take that.

PRIDE:
Okay.

BRODY: Love letters,
want to read?

Look, some sailor
shows up at the club,

says he's tracking
his fiancée's birth father.

Thinks she's
my half sister.

Says her mother used
to leave love notes

for my dad in his library.

But I know what
he was really after.

Money.

But it takes a lot more
than a couple letters

to earn your keep with good
old Gordo Fontaine.

Lot of expectations, huh?

Can see how it seems unfair.

Some stranger comes in and takes
what's rightfully yours.

Some bastard my dad
didn't even know about.

Ah, your father
knew about her.

Kept these photos and letters

locked away for safe keeping
all those years.

Treasured them.

You hired Declan Shane
to rig the blackout,

break into the warehouse
and make these go away.

But Nick was determined.

So when he followed you
to the sub station,

you killed him and dumped
his body under the bridge.

Ooh, nice theory.

SONJA: Elimination
prints you gave us--

dead match.

No longer just a theory.

PRIDE:
Miss Fontaine,

we could use
some help here.

Where did you get these?

You knew about them?

Not the letters.

The... the affair.

Camilla worked for
us as a housekeeper.

Gordon found
her charming.

He took her under his wing.

I didn't pay it
much attention.

I was a new mother.

Exhausted and overwhelmed.

By the time I... realized
what was going on, I...

well, I figured
let Gordon have his fun.

Eventually, he'll tire of her,
come back to me.

Then she got pregnant.

I threatened to leave.

But Gordon didn't want
a scandal.

He begged me to stay.

So I did.

On the condition
that he let her go.

And that was over 20 years ago.

Somehow the past always manages
to catch up to us.

She must be,
what, uh...

20, 21 now?

Camilla was quite
the beauty.

I imagine she is too.

She is.

FRANKIE: My mom never told me
who my father was.

But she'd tell me
stories about him,

how he loved
art and books,

how she'd leave him
letters in the desk.

But I thought she was just
making it up, you know?

Like some fairy tale you tell a
kid before bed.

Must have believed it a little.

Told Nick about it, right?

Guessing this was his surprise.

Give you everything
you never had.

Family.

Thing is-- family is
what you make of it.

Sometimes it's simple.

Most times it's not.

PRIDE:
Thank you.

I don't know
if I can do this.

She's lost her son.

Husband before that.

You lost your mom
and now Nick.

Possible there's
a version of this

where the two of you salvage
the wreckage together.

Francesca.

Sheila.

BRODY:
Thank you.

Wow, I don't even mind
that it's warm.

'Cause we earned it.
LASALLE: You got that right.

SONJA: And boom.
LASALLE: Hey, hey, hey.

Handy Mouse is in the house.

Yes, she is.

PRIDE: Oh, there's light!

Got to hand it to
you, Percy. You win.

Pride owes you a hundred bucks.

Damn straight.

But the truth is...

What the hell, man?

Hey, I kind of
like the blackout.

Reminds me of back home.

Simpler times.

Aw, listen to Country Mouse
waxing poetic.

BRODY: Yeah,
I'm with Lasalle.

I kind of like the mood
lighting once in a while.

Thank you.

King, what about you,
where do you stand?

Think maybe...

I'm ready for some light.
SONJA : Yeah.

Oh!
Yeah.

Fair enough.

So, Percy...

Mmm.

LASALLE:
Oh no.

Yes, sir.

Was that the electrician
from the sub station

I just saw leaving?
LASALLE: Oh!

From the Handy Mouse
to the Shady Mouse.

What!

Well, you know,
I think the point is...

Uh...

...that light is a
good thing, right?

Well, I'll drink to that.

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