All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S02E16 - Second Chances [2016-02-23]_Track03

* Don't stop,
baby, keep on moving *

* Just don't stop
and keep on groovin', ooh *

*

* Don't stop
till the break of dawn *

* Don't stop, baby,
all night long *

* You know
I ain't coming on *

* Oh, babe,
should-a called the law... *

Hey.

You can't be back here
without clearance.

What the hell are you doing?

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

It's been over a week now,

and Percy hasn't
returned one call.

I told you something
was off, and you were all,

"Pride says it's no big deal,
then it's no big deal."

Plus, knowing Sonja,

she's probably off getting
another certification

in advanced forensic
techniques or...

something else to make
us feel inadequate.

Well, whatever it is,

I think it's common courtesy
to return a text.

The amount you text,

I wouldn't be surprised
if she blocked you.

What?!
Come on, you haven't
been blocked by a girl?

I mean, I know
I've done it to guys.

You ignore 'em
long enough,

and eventually, the
creepers give up.

I'm not a creeper,
I'm a co-worker.

No, you're a
work-husband.

Now, you coined that, not me.

Chris Lasalle
doesn't get blocked.

He does the blocking.
Hmm! Really!

Our victim is
Chief Petty Officer Jim Tobin.

I spoke to his CO.

Young man had
a spotless record.

Recently promoted
to construction manager,

overseeing new drainage
and sewage piping on the base.

What do you got, Loretta?

The skewer here punctured

through his subclavian artery,

caused massive hemorrhaging,
blood loss.

Took his final breath
shortly after.

He has bruising
on his face

and defensive wounds
on his hands.

Suggests an altercation.

PRIDE: And with the
rebar being what...

eight, ten feet away
from the ledge up there,

either he had a running start
before taking the plunge, or...

Or he was pushed.

LASALLE:
Check this out.

It's a body camera.

I wear one
when I go sport-fishing.

You wear a camera fishing?

When you come back after
catching a 300-pound marlin,

you want footage of the battle,
show the grandkids.

PRIDE: Huh.
Rebar must've knocked

the camera off on impact.

Hey, guys,
there's another camera up here,

so if either one of 'em
was rolling...

Whoever pushed
our Seabee might be on film.

Problem with this one--
USB port's busted, no playback.

If only we knew someone
who could fix it.

So I'm working on
the trench cam now.

These files are corrupt, but
I'm gonna salvage what I can.

What do y'all think
about the Triple P mobile?

Huh? He's been stashing

his cash away for this.

Portable mobile
command center.

ATF has one.

FBI, DEA has one.
I figured NCIS get one, too.

Portable command center?

This is more like
a man cave on wheels.

What's this,
an entertainment system?

PATTON:
That's a HD plasma screen.

No, nope-- for business
purposes only.

Hey, what about the full bar?

Is that for
business purposes, too?

I'm only human, man.

We're up.

TOBIN: Hey, can't be back here.
Oh, looky-looky.

Someone took something
they shouldn't have.

What's in his bag?

What the hell are you doing?

(blows thudding,
men grunting)

Ooh.

LASALLE: Oh.

PRIDE:
Freeze it right there!

Got you, sucka.

Killer got that transpo van
onto a Navy construction site.

Must have had an access card.

Cards are dated and time-coded
when you enter the base.

He's got to be in the system.

PATTON: Jackpot.

Julian Kaufman.
Pulling up his files now.

LASALLE:
Runs a construction company

out of Baton Rouge.
Contracted by the Navy

six months back to help out on
this little maintenance project,

but his access was restricted.

Shouldn't have been back there
at that trailer.

Yeah, I'm guessing
he owns a white van?

PATTON:
He owns a whole fleet of 'em.

All right, Brody, get NOPD

to go to his residence.
Right.

Patton, Lasalle, get me
the licenses on those vans.

I want a BOLO out
on every last one of 'em.

OFFICER: Suspect's vehicle
overturned in pursuit

on Chef Menteur Highway.

Louisiana State Police
heli spotted the van

after we put out the APB.

Troopers tried
to pull him over, he fled.

Dead Man's Curve
claimed another victim.

Yeah, apparently,

he doesn't abide
by "click it or ticket."

Well, let's see
what was worth

killing our Seabee over.

Looks like he already unpacked.

Pride, Brody...
Explosive ordinances.

Kaufman was stealing Navy TNT?

Enough for a big...

big boom.

Our missing TNT.
Tell me things.

Afraid we're looking for more
than what was just in that van.

Kaufman was the site's
blasting expert.

According to log-in records,

the Navy construction inspector
was doubling orders of TNT

at Kaufman's request for
three months running.

Our poor Seabee
just caught him taking it,

paid for it with his life.

How much TNT
are we talking about?

Well, I'll put it to you
this way:

Timothy McVeigh used
the equivalent of 4,000 pounds

in the Oklahoma City bombing.

We're looking at
twice that much.

Operation like that
requires manpower.

We need to figure out
who the hell he's working with.

Ooh, I got something
for y'all.
Talk to me.

Man, I looked
into Kaufman's computer,

and I found a membership
to Market Underground.

This is your one-stop
shop for guns, drugs,

and, in our case,
explosives.

Oh... and guess who's

been receiving
BitCoin deposits as of late.

Kaufman.
Bingo, and it gets better.

I traced it back
to a user named Triple-Z.

No relation.

I managed to dig up
their chat history, too.

BRODY:
You guys, look at the dates.

Every since Kaufman's
been stealing,

he's been getting
a message every week,

and he's responded
with "delivery set."

Wade and Sebastian.
They got something.

You all start looking

into Kaufman's
last known whereabouts.

Find me that delivery location.

Ah, right on
time for lunch.

I just extracted a delectable
meal from Mr. Kaufman's gut.

Well, as good as that sounds,

uh, I think I'll save
my appetite for R&O's.

But still, I'd like to
know what you got.
This is from

the fundus region
of the stomach.

It's the area where
the undigested food is stored.

So, judging by
the limited decomposition,

it's safe to say
he had his last supper

maybe an hour before
he flipped the car.

So, we find out what he ate...

Should be able to pinpoint
where he ate it.

The meat is a garlic and
pork fat alligator s...

ah... sausage.

The bread is Wonder,
and the sauce,

that was a bit of a challenge.

I ran an online search
for the recipe.

I found it on a foodie blog
run by a couple of hipsters,

if that wasn't evident.
Anyway, they claim

to have eaten at every
hole-in-the-wall in the bayou.

And what hole-in-the-wall is
this particular sauce from?

Mama Gator's Diner
off of Highway 90.

(lively music playing
in distance)

Now, is it just me,
or does it look like we stepped

into a scene out of
Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

Don't be so judgy, Brody.

Look, see Leatherface
over there?

Think he's got
the eyes for you.
Shut up.

You Mama Gator?

Yes, I am.
And y'all are?

LASALLE:
Federal agents.

Is this
about my hunting permits?

I got them in on time.

Every last bit of this
gator meat is harvest tagged.

This isn't about gators,
all right?

It's about him.
You seen him?

Never in my life.

What do we have here?

BRODY:
I see you brought
your handy dandy

TraceX kit.

Pays to be prepared, Brody.

Well, what are you doing? I know
my rights. You need a warrant.

Not if contraband is
in plain view.

I spy with my little eye

what looks like...
explosive residue.

BRODY: We'll give you
a couple of options.

Either you talk, and maybe

we can work out
some kind of a deal,

or we'll take you in right now

on conspiracy
to commit a terrorist act.

That fella you showed me
came in here a few months back,

offered me 2,000 bucks
to let him use my dock.

Every week, he loads his crates.

Threatened if I told anyone,
I'd be gator feed.

Where do the crates
go from here?

Boats pull up, take 'em away.

Vanish into the Atchafalya.

All we have to do now, Brody,
is find a boat

in 250,000 acres
of coastal wetlands.

SEBASTIAN:
Well, I think I found a way
to track our boat.

Um, when a... when a vessel
travels a waterway,

it leaves behind an oil trail.

The more frequently it travels
a route, the bigger the trail.

So, here's where we get

all Mission: Impossible.

I just need to enter in
the coordinates...

of our little gator eatery.

And...

Yahtzee.

All right, um, what direction
did Brody and Lasalle say

the boat was travelling?
West.

Okay, I just got to access

the advanced
aperture settings here

and zoom in
on the western basin.

There's the oil trail.

All right,
looks like we found

the SS Minnow
at some kind of a...

Fort.

Confederate Army built
a whole bunch of 'em

as part
of their seacoast defense plan.

Go back to normal view and
zoom in at the end of the trail.

That's-that's not tree cover.

It's tarp cover.

And whoever put it up

doesn't want us seeing
what's underneath.

We'll go check it out.
Let's check it out.

You stay.
I'll stay here.

It's a good, it's a good call.

*

Everybody down! Now!

NCIS! On the ground!

Coca leaves?

MARSHAL: Right where you are!
Federal marshals!

Pride, Brody. Over here!

(agents and marshals
continue yelling)

Well, we found
the explosives.

They're dismantling it.

Something tells me
they're not making bombs here.

Because they're making cocaine.

BRODY: They're getting away!

Hands! Don't move!

Requesting air support.
Got a male in a boat

with contraband,
heading northbound.
Hands!

Turn around, slow.

Turn around!

You come to me
a couple months back,

something's gnawing at you,

tell me all stories
about your old pal Marion.

How she's dealing,

you want to stop her.

What did I tell you?
Get closure.

I gave you the go-ahead
to surveil her stash house,

consult the DEA.

Then you don't return
my phone calls,

go ten days
in radio silence

and now I find you undercover?

Pride, I wanted to keep you
in the loop, but...

I wouldn't let her.
Why not?

Got a leak in the Metropolitan
Narcotics Task Force.

Been having to keep
all this under wraps.

Think you two spoke over the
phone. This is Agent Banks.

He's running point
on the investigation.

Who the hell do
you think you are,

keeping me out of the loop,
not following protocol?

She's my agent!

Now someone catch me up
on how this went

from taking down
local dealer Marion Watkins

to taking down
a distribution ring.

Pride, they're one and the same.

Marion's not
a little dealer anymore.

We think she runs
this whole operation.

An old CI from ATF put me in
with Marion's crew.

You weren't worried about Marion
calling you out as a cop?

Look, I never saw her.

Pride, she's pulling
the strings.

She's not showing her face.

And even if we did cross paths,

Marion and I have been out
of touch for over a decade.

She doesn't even know
I have a badge.

Pride,

what were you guys
doing out here anyway?

We had good reason to believe
this was a munitions plant.

The toluene.

It's a chemical they extract
from the TNT.

They use it to wash
and purify cocaine.

We've been wondering where
they've been getting it all.

Now we know.

Why produce cocaine stateside?

Customs and Port Authority
got good at sniffing out

refined product. Marion's group
figured out a work-around.

Ship the leaves up instead.
Manufacture it right here.

How much product's
coming out of this place?
Don't know. But there was

more than 50 kilos on that boat.

Turn a package that size around,
it'll be on the streets

in 48 hours.

We need to find that boat.

Percy, you got
anything we can go on?
Well, I didn't get

the driver's name,
but I've been with him all day.

I got his face and smell
burned in my memory.

I'll get a sketch artist.
We put a name to a face,

we might find
who Marion's been working with.

Banks, this is now
a joint operation.

From here on in,
we share intel.

Is that clear?

Clear.

Percy, when this is over...

you and I have a lot
to talk about.

SEBASTIAN:
This is one

of the coca leaves taken
from the warehouse.

I've been analyzing it,
trying to figure out

where it came from.
Any luck?

Well, not regarding
its origins.

But I did find an odd pollen
trace on the leaf from...

Cattleya trianae.

An orchid?

Rare, indigenous
to Colombia,

which may seem like
a superfluous detail,

if I hadn't also found traces
of sodium hypochlorite, AKA

bleach.

Florists use this

as a preservative.

These leaves passed
through a flower shop

before making it out
to the warehouse.

Any idea which one?
Yeah.

So, there's only one store
in 100 miles

that imports the volume
of Cattleya trianae

that we're talking about.

The Grand Florist
in Gretna.

Help you with something?

Yeah. Actually, um,

you guys sell Cattleya flowers?

It's an orchid.

Never heard of it.

Let me go ask my manager.
Thanks.

Recognize that voice anywhere.

Marion.

What's up, Left Eye?

No, I was T-Boz.

You were Left-Eye.
Huh.

You sure?
Yeah, my baby.

I don't miss much
from the old days.

Guess we all have different
interpretations of history.

So, flowers, huh?

It's a steady job.

I manage the place.

Who would've thought?

What about you?

What's your calling?

Oh, um...

social work.
Hmm.

Drug addicts and teen moms, huh?

Makin' up for sins of the past?

Got nothin' to make up for.

Course you don't.

Orchids?
Yeah.

You know, it's funny, actually.
A friend of mine...

she can't do without 'em.
Mm-hmm.

That's unfortunate.

'Cause we're all out.

Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.

Sorry about that.

Listen, I gotta take off,

but you do me a favor
and say hello to your folks

for me, you hear?

Force me to wait in the car,

least you could've brought me
a bouquet of daffodils or...

Oh, I got you one better.

See that lady
that just pulled off?

It's Marion.

That'll do.

The bag she put in the car
could be product.

Stay on her.

What you got?

Agent Banks recognized
the man in Sonja's sketch,

was able to put a name
to our missing boat captain.

Nathan Litke. I've crossed
paths with him before.

Works for a group
calls themselves

the Bayou Drug Syndicate.

That's Payton Kirk's
outfit, right?

Used to run crystal meth
up and down I-10.

Till state police shut him down.

Impressive, Pride.
You worked Narcotics?

No, Banks. Just been policing
this city over 25 years.

Know all
the criminal entrepreneurs.

BRODY: Well, apparently,
this criminal entrepreneur

recently made a career change.

Kirk adjusted
to the marketplace.

Focused in on coke.

Already acquired
the competition's territories.

What you might call
hostile takeover.

How does Marion fit in?

Could be a Syndicate lieutenant.

But it's just a guess.
Don't have

much intel
on his operation.

Well, you mess with a guy
like Payton Kirk,

not only does he kill you but
he takes out your whole family.

We've never been able to get
a Syndicate member to flip.

Agent Banks.

Catching Nathan Litke
with 50 keys

could be an incentive
to break that streak.

NOPD's searching his last
known residence as we speak.

So, they found Litke
at his apartment.

Let's go.

Don't think
he's gonna do much talking.

He's dead.

Looks like an OD.

Appears he had too much fun
tasting his own product.

You want
to ask me something, ask.

You been off the grid for weeks
working this case,

and not one call.
Aw,

don't take it personal.
I still love you.

So, who is she?

Well, if I tell you,
will you shut up about it?

Not another peep.

You remember
the movie Blind Side?

Yeah. Kid from the
wrong side of the tracks

gets adopted by a rich
family, makes it to the NFL.

Well, that's basically me
and Marion.

Her older brother
was a dope fiend.

My family took her in.

But instead of the NFL,
she's out here slangin' drugs.

Hmm. And you're on a
crusade to stop her.

There you go again,

bitin' your lip.

You do that when you're
not telling me everything.

Look, if you don't let
the secrets out,

they'll take you out.

We were super close.

That girl was like my sister.

She was the only person
in my life that I felt

like I could be
really real with.

And I told her everything.

Then she got
a little habit,

turned into a big habit.

Eventually,
it got so out of control,

I told her she had to choose.

You or the drugs.
Yeah.

Guess which one she chose.

What is it?

Nathan Litke.

He's dead.

That's it. I'm going in.

Sonja...
Look, we already lost
our best lead.

We're not gonna lose
the other one, too.

Hey, Percy.

Hey, Percy, we gotta
wait for backup.

I'm done waiting.

NCIS!

What the hell?!
SONJA: Get on the ground!

Marion was our ticket
to taking down Kirk

and the Bayou Drug Syndicate.

Let me talk to her.
I know I can make her spill.
Are you kidding me?

You are not going in there.

Why not?

Because you violated procedure.

'Cause you busted
into her house

without backup, could've got you
and your partner shot.

I didn't want to lose her.
Oh, come on!

You're smarter than that.

We'd have
put a tail on her.

She could've led us...

right up the food chain.

But you wanted
to settle an old score.

Pride... Come on.

I know what makes her tick.

Well, that doesn't matter now.

Take a breath.

Who's good cop,
who's bad cop?

Wait, let me guess.

This a game to you?

Bad cop. Just like that.
You gave yourself away.

We know you run the
manufacturing wing of the BDS.

Tell us where we can find Kirk
and those 50 kilos

you manufactured
for the Bayou Drug Syndicate,

maybe we can
work out a deal.

You've been
using the flower shop

to smuggle in coca leaves.

Judging by the...

coca residue
all over your car

and the Atchafalaya peat moss
on your tires...

You were transporting the goods

out to the manufacturing
plant as well.

Start talking.

Or you're going away for a long,

long time.

When I was just a baby dealer,

a couple of NOPD officers
busted me, offered me a deal.

I didn't know no better,
so I snitched on a higher-up,

got myself a reduced sentence.

But when the crew
found out what I had done,

they held me down

and poured lye
all over my arms and legs.

Where were the police officers
to protect me then, huh?

So thanks, but no thanks.

I'll do my time.

Think of your little girl.

You want her

to see you behind bars?

I'd rather her
visit me behind bars

than come visit
my grave.

She'll be all right.

Auntie'll take good care of her
till I get out.

WADE:
The drug runner here exhibits

all the usual--

fluid in the airways,

vascular congestion
in the lungs

and organs.

Well, all signs
pointing to an overdose,

which confirms
what we thought.

He OD'd all right.

Just not on cocaine.

I found 5.2 milligrams

of drugs in his system.

1.2 grams is the minimal
lethal overdose.

A heavy drug user like him

could go as high as five.

If not cocaine, what was it?

I've run a detailed tox screen

and, uh, Sebastian
is analyzing all the drugs

found at the dealer's apartment,
see if we can find

anything
out of the ordinary.

You okay?

It's, uh, it's really bad.

The, uh, the stuff that's
used to wash the cocaine--

the toluene from the TNT--

it's supposed to evaporate
in the washing process,

but this stuff
didn't.

It stayed in the cocaine.

He OD'd on explosives?

So we got 50 kilos
of tainted coke out there

and if we don't find it,

people are gonna start dying.

We need
Marion to talk.

And Percy here
is our best chance.

Only way to turn a suspect
into an asset

is to come at 'em personal.

You taught me that, Pride.

Now, I know

she's been
off the reservation...

...but she can do this.

Can I count on you?

You know you can.

Talking about in there.
With her.

To not cross the line.

Yes. Hell, yes.

Not as easy as you think.

Face to face with someone
you got all this history with.

Boundaries get lost.

Pride, I give you my word:

I so much as
raise my voice,

I'll hand you my shield.

A social worker cop--
a woman of many talents.

A drug-dealing florist--
could say the same about you.

That last batch
you manufactured...

You still got
that Percy temper, don't you?

My five-year-old's got one.

Scary. It reminds
me of you sometimes.

SONJA :
Sit down. Sit.

The manufacturers messed up,
they left it full of toluene.

So when those drugs
hit the streets

people are gonna be mourning

all over this city.

Don't put this on me. I ain't
got nothing to do with that.

You've got everything
to do with it.

Marion...

I know you.

You don't want people to die.

Kirk's already taken
someone close away from me.

He'll do the same
to my daughter...
For once

in your life, Marion,
do the right thing.

You act like you know what
this is about. You got no idea.

SONJA: I got a pretty good one.
MARION: Oh, you know?

You know that I got out of the
drug game when I had Brianne?

That I was working a double
as a cocktail waitress?

That I was
going to night school?

Studying what,
advanced trafficking?

Marion...

you're not a student.

Or a waitress.

You're a dealer.

You don't escape
your past,

no matter how much
distance you make.

My brother-- Davis--
you remember him?

He started working

for the Syndicate
a few years back.

He made a mistake:
he was dealing on the side.

Payton Kirk found out
and he paid with his life.

The cash debt became mine.
I got sucked back in.

Background on your, uh...

Auntie Shay.

She's got quite the record.

It's nothing violent, but...

it's bad enough
to keep Child Services

from handing her Brianne.

So...

when you go to prison,

Brianne is going
straight into the system.

Bounce from

one messed-up house to another,

just like her mother.

Don't.

SONJA:
You want a better

life for Brianne,

you give me Kirk

and the location
of the missing coke.

We were never friends.

You talked
a good game--

all that loyalty crap--
but when

I needed you,
you turned your back on me.

It was true then
and it's true now.

I'll do what you want.

But when this is over,

I want you to leave me
and my daughter the hell alone.

SONJA :
Marion confirmed the meet.

Kirk should be showing up
any second.

We need to get the location
of the stash house on the wire.

Once we have it,

wait until Marion is secure.

Then we take this scumbag down.

Go on your signal, Pride.

PRIDE :
Here comes Kirk now.

Stand by.

Here we go.

Hey.

No tail, right?

No, all good.
I watched my back.
Course you did.

Listen, I-I... I got to talk
to you about the last package

that came out
of the bayou.

Shh.

You never can be too careful.

Get in.

Let's take a drive.

Something doesn't feel right.

PRIDE:
You two tail 'em.

MARION: Listen, I was saying
about the packages...

KIRK:
Responsibility, Marion. I know

you got yours to your family,
I got mine

to my business. Right now...
MARION: Yeah?

KIRK:
...you're a threat to mine.

SONJA: They're heading
into the tunnel.

We're two cars behind.

PRIDE:
All right, stay with 'em.

KIRK: You know,
after this, that debt

your brother left you with?

It's all taken care of.

MARION: I can explain. It's not
what... It's not what you think.

KIRK: You should have kept
your damn mouth shut.

Shots fired,
shots fired.

PRIDE:
Get in there. Go get her.

We'll meet you on the other end.

SONJA: Come on, come on,
come on, LaSalle!

Step on it!

What the...?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop, stop!

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no-- Marion.

Marion!

Hold on, Marion.

PRIDE:
They're coming out.

I got 'em.

Hands!

Get out of the car, slow!

Easy.

Please, don't shoot.
Please.

Open the back door.

Got a victim down. Need an
ambulance in the Harvey tunnel.

Marion, hold on.
It's gonna be okay. Hold on.

Hold on, hold on.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Hold on.

Spoke to the driver.

Guy's freaked out of
his mind and clueless.

He works for Uber. Kirk was just
another one of his passengers.

He say where the shot
was fired?

About two-thirds of the way into
the tunnel. That's when Kirk

turned his gun on him, forced
him to let him out of the car

in the middle of traffic.

My men searched every car

coming in and out,
all were clear.

Traffic cams catch anyone
exiting the staircase?

Nothing.
The guy just vanished.

Well, nobody vanishes.

From what we
heard on the wire...

Kirk must have
made Marion

before she even
set up the meet.

Planned the whole thing.

Chose this very tunnel to
take her out in for a reason.

Because he knew another way out.

How y'all holdin' up?
Mm-mm.

We're going
to get ice cream.

Yes, it's hard just sitting
around waitin' like this,

so, thought
we'd get a little fresh air.

And some ice cream.

Well, let us know if we
can do anything for you.

Thank you.

Talked to the nurse
on the way over here.

Marion's still in surgery,
but the outlook's good.

Oh, she got lucky.

Bullet missed her heart
by a couple of inches.

Lucky?

She was trying to clean up
her brother's mistakes,

and I just...

Look, you did what you had
to do, as simple as that.

Yeah, and that little girl might
lose her mother because of it.

Marion chose the street.

All right? You can't
blame yourself.

You don't understand.

Try me.

You can't get left
if you never let anyone in.

Is that it?

That's no way to live, Percy.

I'm the one
who does the leaving.

She came back.

After I kicked her out all
those years ago, she came back.

She was desperate.

She wanted me to take her
to rehab. She was...

tweaking out, so, I...

I thought she was trying
to play me, but...

I stood my ground.

I felt like
I couldn't trust her.

That's 'cause she had broken it.

And once someone does that,
it's hard to let 'em back in.

No, but if I would've helped her
then, she wouldn't be here now.

Yeah, and if I had

a dollar every time
I tried to help Cade,

straighten him out,
well, I'd be rich.

Look, this is not
on you, Percy.

You were right, Pride-- that
corridor Kirk snuck out through,

opened up a quarter mile out.

Yeah, it'd be a perfect escape
plan if it wasn't for Triple P.

I found a security cam at
the tunnel's maintenance yard.

I got that fool.

Run the plates.

That's not our guy.

PATTON:
Yeah, and you know why?

'Cause he's dead.

It's Kirk's ghost.

Escobar, Bulger, El Chapo--
they all have one.

They use a dead person's
identity to buy cars, houses,

file tax returns.
It's how they exist

in the world without existing.

Damn, our ghost
is a high roller.

He got a yacht,
a handful of thoroughbreds...

And a mansion in the heart
of the Garden District.

Brody, get ahold
of Sonja and Lasalle.

Tell 'em to meet
us en route.

Banks, get your gang.
Yup.

Let's end this thing.

Banks, your men in position?

Got eyes from every corner.

Sniper on the church tower.

Good. On my signal.
No, no, no, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I know that burgundy junker.
It's Auntie's. I saw her drive

from the hospital in it.
LASALLE:
That little rat.

We should have
known it was her.

She was the only one there
when we took down Marion.

Must have told Kirk,
sold her out.

Pride, Brianne was in that car.

Look, if we go in there,
and things get hot,

she'll be caught right
in the middle of it.

Look, I'll go in first
before all the shooting starts.

You won't make it past
the entrance.

No, my undercover is still good.
Big Baldy over there...

works security at the house
I was dealing out of.

If Auntie sees you,
you're made.

Come on, Pride,
I have to do this.

If anything happens
to that little girl...

Take this.

Be smart.

Attention, all units.

UC approaching the front door.

Woody!

What up, Woody?

What do you
think you're doing?

Yo, man, let me go talk to Kirk.

That's funny, shorty.
Step off.

Look, man, I got word

that something heavy
about to come down on us.

Now you can let me go
talk to him, Big Slim,

or you can be the dude

that stopped word
from gettin' through.

Come on, man.

Sit your ass down, man.
Wait here.

I'll go tell him you here.

BRIANNE: Can Mommy bring
me next week? No.

I have to bring you
next week to get ice cream.

Okay, can we go
on a mountain hike?

Okay.

We got her. We're coming out.

Brianne, come on.
Let's go see your mommy, baby.

Hands. Now.

Come on, Kirk.

Man, we're stuck back here
in the sun room, surrounded

by Federal agents...

You're done.

That's a fair point.

But I got you, Agent, hmm?

And that little girl there.

So I say we're even.

:
Come on. Stay down.
Aah! You stop moving!

Down on the ground.

PRIDE: Sniper, do you
have a shot?
Negative.

SONJA:
Make me.

What did you say to me?

Pride, now!

PRIDE:
Fire!

Auntie's headed your way.

Kirk's out for the count.

Not another step!

Okay. Okay.
PRIDE:
Hands! Hands!

Come here. It's okay.

It's okay. We're okay.

Okay?
Mm-hmm.

Keys to your new life.

U.S. Marshal Service
has set you and Brianne up

with a place
in Witness Protection.

All you gotta do is sign.

Don't want your charity.

You know what?
Do it for her.

The goal is to give your kid a
better life than you had, right?

Well, here's your chance.

I heard what you did for her.

Going in that house.

Yeah, well...

Things got mixed up
between us, but...

she ain't had nothin'
to do with that.

You know...

it might be too late, but...

I'm sorry.

You reached out for my help,
and I shut you out.

Yeah, I...

I-I didn't give you much reason
to trust me back then.

So...

Anyway, I...

Maybe we'll send you a postcard
or something from Idaho.

Wherever we end up.

Take care of yourself.

*

* Breaking my way
through the storm *

* This beating heart...

Who is it?

:
John Besh.

Really?

Figured you wouldn't come
to my Gumbo Z'herbes,

so I'm bringing 'em
to you.

You're our team vegan, and Pride
has never made anything

without a heartbeat in it,
so, uh, so exciting.

We didn't want you
to miss out.
Oh.

And I thought
you could use a drink.

Hmm... Well, glasses
are over the sink.

* What we'll do

* Dear love, I miss you...

Well, no reason to keep this
around anymore, huh?

Right?
Huh

She's better... now that
she's got a fresh start.

You know, Pride, thank you

for letting me see this through.

Closure's important.

Believe me, I get that.

And so's trust.

You worked alone
for so long, maybe...

maybe this team
thing isn't for you.

Oh, look, I...
I got what I needed.

You know, I'm good now, Pride.

You can trust me.

I hope so.

May come a time when I have to
make the call, and the team...

They come first.

You hear me?

Loud and clear.

LASALLE:
Percy?

It's time for you to try

some of my homemade
blackberry wine.

Do I have to?

Just make...
just put on a smiling face.

Come on!
No, it's good.
I'm not kidding you.

Hey... to new beginnings.

* I'll always be here
for you *

* When you

* Find your way.

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