All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S03E05 - Course Correction [2016-10-25]

(plane engine roaring,
thunder crashing)

Ease up on that stick, Varela.

Ain't exactly like we're
going through a hurricane.

Sorry.

How long before we land?

Mm, 20 minutes, give or take.

(over intercom):
This is your captain speaking.

We'll be landing in 20 minutes.
Hey, Emily.

Look, I know I'm the last
person you want to speak...
MAN: Hey!

(laughter)
Dammit, guys, knock it off!

Hang on, baby, let me go
somewhere more private.

MAN:
Aw!

Come on, Saad, we're
just playing around.

(grunting)
Get to your seats!

Never seen turbulence
like this before.
(alarms sounding)

Come on.

Come on!

WOMAN:
Oh, my God! We're going down!

(grunting)

MAN:
Watch out!

(frogs cheeping quietly)

(engines roaring)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

(trumpet playing)

LASALLE:
Which field test

accurately determines
the difference between

animal blood and human blood?

That would be the
Precipitin Reaction Test, sir.

Wow.

What's the minimum
distance from a crime scene

you should conduct
a canvass of the area?

Four city blocks, or a quarter
mile in an open environment.

And the first step when
interviewing a witness?

Extend a heartfelt and grateful
thank you on behalf of the Naval

Criminal Investigative Service
before taking their statement.

Wow.

You know, that's
really not bad, Lieutenant.

You know, you've clearly
done your homework.

Really want to join your team.

Okay, well, we'll be in touch.

Yeah.

I appreciate the opportunity.

You got it.

Thanks.

You read my mind.

Too tight and too eager.

And too... male.

Sexist.

(chuckling):
Oh.

Little balance around here

wouldn't hurt.

You know, I really miss
my girl time.

(Gregorio clears throat)

Who was that?
LASALLE: Interviewing
replacements for Brody.

Unless you're planning
on staying around.

Ha, over my dead body.

Good morning to you too.

Oh, that's not what I meant,
it's just...

I've been in NOLA longer
than I expected.

Starting to succumb to
its charms, I admit.

It's just, it's time for
me to go home, you know?

Well, that's why Pride
wants us interviewing.

Got to find a new agent before
y'all I.D. the cartel embeds

and head back.

Well, it should happen soon.

We're making progress.

Still, DOJ's gonna want to
make sure you're covered

before we go.

Well, it's got to be
the right fit.

'Cause we're a tight-knit group.

Look, the FBI cleared you
of being in bed with the cartel.

But with such a vulnerable port
and miles of Gulf access points,

I hear DOJ's gonna
want your team to expand.

Maybe even relocate you

to the Federal Building
downtown.

*

I'm sorry, guys.

(phones chime)

Whoa.

PRIDE: Plane went off the radar
at 0430.

No Mayday from the pilots.

Plane broke into
three primary sections,

although fire destroyed
most of what's left.

LASALLE:
Well, another 20 minutes

and it would've made
Belle Chasse.

GREGORIO:
Question is, why didn't it?

Any survivors?
No.

According to the flight
manifest,

Everglades Air Flight 19
listed two pilots,

one loadmaster
and three petty officers.

All six have been
recovered and are en route

to Miss Loretta as we speak.

Mr. Jenkins.

Terry Jenkins.

The rep from the charter company
that owns the plane.

They're my team.

JENKINS: Sorry to have to meet
under these circumstances.

Navy charter your plane?
No, ma'am.

Flight 19 was ferrying drilling
equipment from Sao Paulo.

PRIDE: Petty officers were just
catching a ride home

from our Brazilian
detachment there.

Any specifics on
the exact cargo yet?

Loadmaster didn't
submit any paperwork,

but they usually
don't until arrival.

We'll have to contact
the Brazilian loading team

to get a full inventory.

Well, you want help
expediting that?

I'd love any help we can get.

Appreciate if you could
also get my team

the plane's maintenance records,

pilot certifications,

anything you've got
on Flight 19.
Yep.

Follow us.
Yeah.

PRIDE:
Sorry sight.

Gonna be a lot of
grieving families.

Gonna be a jurisdictional
nightmare too,

with all these
alphabets running around.

Not with three deceased sailors,
it's not.

This is our case.

Then I wonder what
my boss is doing here.

PRIDE:
Director Isler.

Agent Pride and
Agent Gregorio.

Good, I was just about
to call you.

Why, you think this might be
connected to the Natal?

Can't rule it out.
Colombian born pilot,

flight originated from
the cartel's backyard.

Still, premature to jump
to that conclusion.
Not according to intel chatter.

Coded activity's been off the
charts the last couple of days,

and this could be why.
GREGORIO:
Or not.

I mean, like Agent Pride says,
we don't know enough yet.

Who's side are you on, Gregorio?
(Pride chuckles)

Not about sides here,
Director Isler.

What's important
here is looking for

what brought down that plane.

Agreed, but if Ciudad Natal
brought it down,

FBI takes jurisdiction.

Understood.

I'm assuming, in the meantime,

that Agent Gregorio's
still working with NCIS.

She's been a big help.

Yeah, she's yours
until we root out Natal.

And after that, we're out of
your hair for good.

Bet you can't wait, huh?

Well, not if DOJ forces more
agents on me after you leave,

but that's a tomorrow fight.

Not with me, it's not,
I'm just following orders.

Keep me posted.

So, what's the next step?

Hardest part of the job.

*

PRIDE: I know that you're all
here looking for answers.

About what happened
to your loved ones.

But it's still
too early to know.

We've only just
begun our investigation.

Can you tell us
if anyone survived?

I'm sorry to say no,

there weren't any survivors.

(people sobbing)

Coroner's in the process
of identifying the remains

and, as soon as we can,

we'll release them
back to family.

I want you to know

my team and I are gonna work
'round the clock

to determine what
caused the crash.

NCIS will be running...
Excuse me,

you with the investigation?

Yes, I'm Agent Gregorio, FBI.

Yeah, well, I got to get
to work, so...

is someone gonna contact me
about my father's remains,

or do I need to do something?

I'm sorry, who's your father?

Amir Saad.

I think he was a petty officer,
or something.

I'm his daughter, Emily.

He was one of the passengers.

I'm so sorry for
your loss, Emily,

but don't worry, you
won't have to do anything.

I'm sure the Navy, I think
they're called CACO,

they'll contact you.
Great, thanks.

PRIDE: ...after
suffering this tragedy.

We have grief
counselors standing by,

and the Navy is here to
assist in any way that they can.

Lastly, I want to say this:

I want to encourage all of you
to avoid talking to,

or watching the media.

I promise you,
whatever we find out,

we will tell you first.

Chaplain?

Thank you, Agent Pride.

My name is Chaplain Ridley.

Nicely done.

Thanks.
CHAPLAIN:
...one can experience is grief.

Who was the young woman?

Petty Officer Saad's daughter.

Emily, not exactly
grief-stricken.

People grieve in different ways.

Yeah, well, disdain's not
usually one of them.

Think that chip on her
shoulder's been there a while,

didn't develop overnight.

Picked up on
that pretty quickly.

CHAPLAIN:
...together.

Hope is never lost.

Even when it feels as far...

I'm an FBI profiler, remember?

SONJA: How much say does
Pride have with this thing?

I mean, DOJ can't just
stuff a ton of agents

down our throats, can they?

Not without a fight, they
can't, and, if I know Pride,

he'll give 'em
all they can handle.

Still, first Brody leaves,
now this.

Why can't they just let us
find someone like Gregorio

and leave us alone?

You're not telling me she's
actually growing on you, is she?

Um, I said someone like her,

but she doesn't want
to stick around anyway.

Well, nobody's messing with
our team, all right?

I won't let that happen.

My hero.

Tell us you have
good news, Loretta,

because we ain't got a clue
why this plane went down.

Yeah, and half the alphabet in
DC is breathing down our necks,

wanting answers.

Would a bullet to
the pilot's head help?

LASALLE: The pilot wasn't killed
by the crash,

but by a gunshot wound
to the head?

Not only the pilot, but
the co-pilot was shot too.

Except Mr. Varela was shot
in the chest.

Neither wound
was initially apparent

to the M.E.'s on scene because

the bodies had been
so badly burned.

Best I can tell,

they were shot at close range.

So, two dead pilots
at the stick,

I guess we can rule out
mechanical failure.

What about these other
passengers?

Loadmaster and sailors
died from severe

head trauma, broken spines

and just all manner of other
catastrophic injuries.

But no gunshot wounds.
WADE: No.

The shots were apparently
limited to the cockpit.

Murder-suicide?

It's likely,

but the results are still
very preliminary.
Well,

any way to figure out
which one pulled the trigger?

That's early to tell,
but all things being equal,

it is easier to shoot yourself
in the head than the chest.

So our pilot,

Rodriguez, shoots his copilot

so no one can save the plane,

and then takes himself out?

I mean, that's a heck of
a dramatic way to go out.

Yeah and if that's
what happened,

he took a lot of innocent lives
with him,

including three sailors.

Cartel?
Maybe.

But the question is: why?

I was married to Juan
for five years.

(crying)

Thank you.

(sniffles)

Did you and Juan first
meet in Colombia?

No, uh, we met in Rio.

I was visiting from here.

I saw him at a bar,
he was so handsome.

I bought him a drink.

How much do you know about
Juan's life before you two met?

Before?

I don't know... n-not much,
I guess, why?

Please understand,
Mrs. Rodriguez...

Maria.

Maria...

We're trying to find out

what caused your husband's
plane to go down.

We have to look at everything.

But...

what does when we first met
have to do with anything?

Do you know who Juan flew for

before he started working for
Everglades Air?

We can't find much history
on him,

other than he freelanced.

If you want to ask me something,

why don't you just come out
and say it?

GREGORIO:
Okay.

Mrs. Rodriguez,
do you know whether or not

your husband ever flew for,

or had any connection to
the Ciudad Natal cartel?

(scoffs)

What?

MARIA:
You said you wanted to help,

and now you're
accusing my husband?

(crying)

Well, that didn't go well,
I take it.

She's understandably upset,
but we had to ask.

Does she know anything?
Don't think so, which means

she didn't know her husband was
working for the cartel...

Or he wasn't.

Recovery team locate
the murder weapon yet?

Shallow waters,
near the cockpit.

Couldn't salvage any prints.

And it's a ghost gun.

No serial numbers,
no way of tracing it.

Doesn't exactly let Rodriguez
off the hook.

I mean, pilot could sneak a gun
on board easily,

especially in Brazil
and especially on charters.

Still,

if he's not Natal and he has
no other obvious motives,

why would he do it?
(phone chirps)

Sebastian got the black boxes,

maybe he's got something.

Hoping the cockpit voice
recorder gave you something

that can help, Sebastian.

Uh, yeah, well,
as you might expect,

the black boxes were
pretty badly burned,

which makes me wonder why
they don't make a outer shell

with a higher thermal
conductivity than titanium.

You know, like a....

These tangents of his common?

It's a lovable quirk.

Oh.

Oh, thanks, Percy.

Black boxes, Sebastian...

Right, yeah, uh...
they're useless.

I mean, it would take months of
digital wizardry

to recover anything.

Well, why'd you text?

No, it wasn't about
the black boxes,

it was about your shooter.

The pilot, Rodriguez?

Oh, uh, I don't think that
it was the pilot.

Because when I ran forensics
on all the victims,

the only gunshot residue that
I did find

was on Petty Officer Saad's
right forearm.

Our navy guy?

Yeah, I'm still trying
to reconstruct

exactly what went down, but

P.O. Saad definitely
pulled the trigger.

So much for the cartel.

Yeah, and your fast pass
out of here.

Hold on, why would
our petty officer,

hitching a ride home,

bring down a plane?

Saad was recently demoted
from chief for anger issues,

altercations with his C.O.

Could be that he was hoping
to hit the navy base.

Just... crashed a little early.

So, what, he was trying to
get revenge against the navy?

Just for being busted down
a couple ranks?

That doesn't make sense.

Does Saad have any
family members we can talk to,

help us with motives?

A daughter,
his only living relative.

Gregorio said she's got a chip
on her shoulder, too.

Wonder if it's connected.

(piano playing)

My father tried calling,

left some voice mails,
but I wasn't really interested.

We didn't really talk much.

Well, seems like he was trying
to reach out to you, though.

Probably to make sure I was
watering the lawn,

taking care of the house.

Look, he abandoned me and my mom
a long time ago,

and then didn't even bother
to show up at her funeral.

I wasn't really interested
in "reaching out."

Still, you're his child,

his only family
in New Orleans.

He was coming back for a reason.

Like I said, I wouldn't know,

and I don't care.

(piano playing continues)

And you don't care that
he might be responsible

for what happened either?

Only that I'll probably have
to change my name now

so I don't have to spend
the rest of my life

running away from what he did.

Oh, yeah, well let me tell you
something.

Changing your name won't
change jack.

And while we're at it,
this whole little

"I don't give a crap" facade

isn't going to do you
or us any good,

so let's just get real here.

We're trying to figure out
why six people died.

Now, maybe you don't care,
but other people do.

Okay?

Okay.
(sniffs)

Is there anything

you can help us with, Emily?

Anything at all about your dad?

His voice mails, maybe?

You had to listen to
some of 'em.

He kept saying he was trying
to get transferred

back to New Orleans,
but that none were approved.

He kept promising that

he wouldn't give up,

that he'd find a way.

Back to you.

Yeah.

PRIDE: Man wants to make amends
with his daughter,

doesn't make sense he'd
take down the very plane

that brings him to her.

Still, Sebastian found
gun residue on Saad.

He's got anger issues,
got demoted.

Maybe he wanted to get demoted.

So they'd have to bring him back
for a navy review.

Emily said he was desperate
to find a way home,

that's a sure way.

So, what is that famous instinct
of yours saying?

That we're still looking for
what brought that plane down,

and it wasn't
Petty Officer Saad.

Good job opening up
his daughter back there.

Wouldn't have found out
about the transfer,

or Saad's possible
innocence if you hadn't.

Yeah, well, guess I can
relate to Emily

a little more than
I care to admit.

Don't ask.

Wasn't gonna.

LASALLE:
What do you mean you were wrong

about Petty Officer Saad?

It's a plane crash, okay?

There're a lot of moving pieces
to untangle

and you guys keep pressuring me
for definitive answers.

Yeah, because everybody's
pressuring us for answers,

including the media.

Look, they're chomping
at the bit.

I.e., what do you got?
Yeah.

All right, well, I analyzed
the bullet fragmentation

along with the, uh,
wounds sustained

by both the co-pilot
and the pilot,

plotted bullet trajectories,
and that's when I discovered

that there's no way Saad
could've shot the pilot.

(sighs)

Are you playing with dolls
again, Sebastian?

All right, first of all,
they're not dolls,

they're collectibles. Okay?

And I didn't have time to
do a computer reenactment.

Okay, guys, wait.

Are you saying
Petty Officer Saad

didn't shoot the pilot?
Then who did?

Well, based on the angle
of the entry wound,

co-pilot Varela had to be
the one that shot him.

Well, then, who shot Varela?

That was Petty Officer Saad.

(Sonja sighs, groans)

All right, all right,
check it out.

So, co-pilot shoots
pilot, right? Bang.

But Saad hears the gunshot...

then the plane starts
its death dive.

Saad somehow makes his way
into the cockpit,

wrestles the gun
away from Varela,

then shoots him in the chest.

Well, do you have any
gunshot residue

on the co-pilot to back that up?

Yeah, I did a, uh,
closer examination

using X-Ray spectroscopy
to test my theory,

and that's when I found trace
amounts of GSR on the co-pilot.

Which means what?

Petty Officer
Saad is a hero?

At least, he tried to be.

It's not easy to pull
a transport plane

from a dive with two
dead pilots at the stick.

Well, it looks like
we need to do a

deeper dive on our co-pilot,
Varela.

(computer trilling)
What is that?

It's satellite imagery
of the crash site.

I'm trying to get an overview.

You see this, uh--
look at this shadow here.

It keeps moving back and forth
over the crash zone.

Weird, right?

Yeah, what do you think that is?

PRIDE:
A high-altitude

drone, are you sure?

Any idea who it belongs to?

All right, well, just,

keep at it, Sebastian.

Have Christopher and Sonja
head on back.

(phone beeps)
What's a drone doing hovering

over our crash site?

Only one thing:
looking for something.

Yeah, but looking for what?
And who's looking?

All I know is this case keeps
taking more curious turns

all the time. And while we're
chasing our tails,

I just can't shake the feeling
there's something

more going on
than meets the eye.

Yeah. Well, at least we cleared
Petty Officer Saad,

(phone beeps)
that's something.

Especially for Emily.

Maybe not.

News just broke.

Media's blaming Saad
for the crash,

calling him
"a homegrown terrorist."

That's not true, he's innocent!

Who told the media that?

That's a good question.

NTSB isn't confirming, but
multiple sources have reported

that Navy Petty Officer
Amir Saad

shot the pilots and crashed
the Everglades Air charter...

Morning.
Morning.

That's a bunch of bull.

We gotta find out
who those sources are.

Sebastian double-check
his findings yet?

He triple-checked.

Says he's 100% sure
that co-pilot Varela

is the one that
brought down the plane.

So we still don't know
who's trying to pin it

on Petty Officer Saad.

Gotta be someone with
access to the media, drones.

Yeah, well, we better
find out who they are, and fast,

'cause if we don't clear him,

Emily's gonna have
to live with that.

We're not gonna
let that happen, okay?

We're not gonna let anybody
pin this on her father.

First things first--
What'd you find out

about our co-pilot,
Varela?

Possible cartel
connection.

At least with his wife.

Isabel Varela just got
out of surgery

at Clínica de la Paz,
Medellín.

Surgery for what?
Liver transplant Monday.

And then her co-pilots
a suicide run three days later?

It might have something
to do with the fact

that his wife mysteriously
leapfrogged the donor list.

Suddenly got bumped
to the top.
The Natal could

absolutely
make that happen.

So Varela ends his life
to save his wife's? Why?

Nobody on the plane
merited a cartel killing.

Do we know what kind
of cargo was on board yet?

Well, apparently
a manifest was filed

before takeoff, but
it suddenly disappeared.

And the cargo that was
found at the crash site

was all but incinerated.

Still, the drone's looking
for somethi out there.

We find out what, maybe
we'll find out who.

Drone's being controlled
by someone.

Patton's still
out of town, right?

Yeah.
Do you think maybe
the FBI

could, uh...
hack their signal?

U.S. court ruled we can.
So let's.

Gotta give 'em credit.
Whoever's operating this thing,

pretty sophisticated
firewall.

But I can hack into it.

No wonder.

No wonder what?

It's not just a drone,

it's a swarm
of micro-drones.

I thought they were still
in the research stages.

You saying
they belong to us?

Could be NSA, CIA, FSB,

the Chinese-- who knows?

Half our toys
are stolen before

they're even fully
operational now.

Still, this is
pretty high-level.

They're dropped
from high-altitude jets,

parachute open,
then coordinate together.

They're so small, though,
they usually escape detection.

Can you tell us
who's controlling them?

Too many levels
of encryption.

Whoever they are, they don't
want anybody to know

what they're looking for, and
they don't want to be found out.

So what, that's it?
Dead end?

Unless you want to know

where the drones are
transmitting their signals to.

That I can do.

(keyboard clattering)

LASALLE (over radio):
Pretty modest neighborhood
to be receiving

encrypted drone signals.

Is your guy sure?

Traced it right
to that van.

PRIDE: We don't know
who's inside the van

or what to expect,
so be careful.

SONJA (over radio):
Copy that.

PRIDE:
Let's go.

NCIS!

GREGORIO: Getting signals,
but nobody's home?

Still hot.
Someone was.

Pride.

PRIDE: CIA.

CIA? What the hell?
Is it their drones?

Any idea what
they're looking for?

GREGORIO:
Yeah. Emily.

(muffled shrieks)

Don't scream.
Nod if you understand.

NCIS!
Don't move.

Wait, the Everglades Air guy?

Last I heard, it's illegal

for CIA to operate on
domestic soil, Mr. Jenkins.

You need to let her go,

and then put your hands
in the air, now.

Come on.

Look, do yourself
a favor.

Just let me go.

You don't want to
get involved with this.

I'm already involved.

So are six grieving families.

I'm Director Isler.

National Security Branch,
FBI.

And you are in violation
of Executive Order 12333.

Which makes it a crime
for CIA operatives

to conduct operations
inside American borders.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I work for Everglades Air.

Give me a break, that's a CIA
cover-- we all know it.

PRIDE: Prints are all over
the van, Jenkins.

So is your handwriting,
files.

Tell us what you were doing
in Emily Saad's house.

I work for Everglades Air.

You should know that
I placed a call

to my counterpart
at Langley.

How'd that work out for you?

Above your pay grade.
Trust me.

Sounds like
an admission to me.

I'm telling you
you're wasting your time.

And I'm telling you
I don't give a rat's ass

about you or
the damn CIA.

All I care about is what's
going on with that plane crash,

and why you're trying
to turn Petty Officer Saad

into some kind of scapegoat.

Making him look guilty
doesn't just destroy his name,

it destroys
his daughter's, too.

Which begs the question...
why'd you attack her?

I didn't attack her, and I
wasn't going to hurt her either.

Then what were you gonna do?

GREGORIO: We know CIA drones
send signals to your van.

Information gathered
from the site

which obviously had
something to do

with the crash and Saad,

otherwise, you wouldn't
have been there.

PRIDE:
Oh, come on, Jenkins.

What are you looking
so hard to find?

I work for Everglades Air.

Talk about your company man.

Even if we can't
prove he's CIA,

NOPD can hold him
for aggravated assault.

Try and squeeze him
for answers.

It won't work. CIA will
have him out of jail

by the end of the day--
been down that road before.

He never mentioned
Ciudad Natal.

Still think they're
somehow involved?

I don't know how else
to explain

why co-pilot Varela
did what he did.

Still, CIA could have
moved his wife up the donor list

just as easily as Natal.

The best way to find who wanted
to bring down that plane

and why is to find out what
Jenkins wanted

from Saad's daughter.

Drink.

Is Loretta making you
drink that awful tea?

It's not awful,
it's healing.

Be honest.

Sorry.
(chuckles)

Well, perhaps it could use
a little kick.

Well, you know
where it is.

How you holding up?

Head's still spinning.
Sure.

But you should know we think
your father's innocent.

Especially because of you.

We know he came back
to NOLA to make amends,

not take down a plane.

Yeah, well, try telling that
to my friends.

They're already
texting me about it.

It's all over the news.

Add just a little whiskey
and call it a hot toddy.

Whether you know it
or not, Emily,

you have something
that man wanted.

Something that could
blow this case wide open.

You sure you don't have
any ideas?

I wish I could help.
I really do.

It's okay.

We'll take care of it.

We're gonna be searching
your dad's house for a while.

You got someplace
you can stay tonight,

so you won't be alone?

She could stay with me.

Better whiskey there,
anyway.

It might be better
to get her into

an FBI safe house,
you know?

WADE:
You're adorable,

but I can handle
myself just fine, thank you.

Copy that.

Come on, dear.

She's tough.

Trust me,

you do not want
to mess with Miss Loretta.

No, I don't.

LASALLE: I'm telling you,
Percy, more agents are

just gonna
mess things up.

I mean, look at the FBI.

Gregorio is always
complaining

what a bureaucratic nightmare
it is over there.

Scoot over.
Come on!

Excuse me, sir,
ex-ATF here.

Look, I like what
we got going on, I do.

It's just, a little help

with some of this
leg work wouldn't hurt.

You know what I'm saying?

Well, a hero's work
is never done.

I'm still not even sure
what we're looking for.

I'm not sure, either.

But I'm sure we'll know
when we find it.

The CIA wasn't after Saad's
daughter for no reason.

SEBASTIAN:
Bingo!

You find something?

Uh, no, not much.

Just, uh, what
the CIA was after, so...

I don't want to brag,
but I'm kind of

on a roll here
after last week.

Last week was the prison break?

The one that I...
helped thwart.

No? Okay, it's a tough crowd.

Come on in here.

All right,
so news flash--

the CIA is really good
at what they do.

They managed to locate
a microwave signal

that was transmitted
from the crash site

right after the crash.

Microwave as in cell phone?
Exactly.

Except this signal was sent
from Petty Officer Saad's phone,

then was transmitted
to the cloud

right before the phone,
uh, burned up.

Uh, yeah, de-geek
your speak.

All right, look, every
mobile device these days

connects to the cloud, right?

Which is basically
just a server.

But every file that
gets sent to the cloud

automatically downloads
to every other device

that's part of that account.

Okay, so we're talking
laptops, tablets.

Anything on the family plan,

including desktops.

So cell to cloud
to family desktop?

Right. But even if the CIA
could delete

whatever was sent
to Saad's cloud file,

the only way to erase
all the evidence

would be to delete
all the backup hard drives, too.

Which brings us back
to Mr. Desktop here.

I'm telling you guys,
I'm on a roll. Check this out.
(clicks, taps keys)

Hey, Emily.

Look, I know I'm the last person

you want to speak to...
(man shouts)

Dammit, guys, knock it off!
(laughter)

Hang on, baby, let me go
somewhere more private...

(grunts)

MAN: Aww! Come on, Saad,
we're just playing around!

Whoa!

(shouting, turbine roaring)

Oh, my God.
He was recording

when this all went down?
Just watch...

(panting)
I love you, baby.

(crash)
Aah!

What the hell is going on
in there?

Aah!

Dios mío!

A seventh passenger.

Purposely left off the manifest.

Any idea who it is?

GREGORIO:
I think I might know.

Osiel Esparza,

chief accountant
to the Ciudad Natal.

He knows the structure
of the entire organization.

FBI's been working with

regional authorities
for years

to try and locate him.

So, it looks like Isler
was right after all,

this is about the cartel.

CIA wants the same win
and got Esparza first.

They must have been
bringing him in.

Except, somehow Natal
found out about it first,

and they got the co-pilot
to crash the plane

before they could.
Yeah. Here's the thing.

Six bodies were recovered
from the crash,

and all were identified, so...

Where's Esparza?

He must've survived.

Which means the CIA drones
are looking for him.

GREGORIO:
Cartel's probably
looking for him, too.

I mean, CIA's obviously
got a leak, otherwise Natal

wouldn't have known
to turn the co-pilot.

The bayou's rough terrain.

Esparza won't last long
out there either way.

But if we don't find him first
and clear

Petty Officer Saad's name...
PRIDE:
He'll take the fall,

and Emily's gonna
have to live with it.

Let's go get Esparza.

(engine rumbling)

SONJA: How do we know
CIA hasn't found Esparza yet?

'Cause eyes in the sky are still
looking for him, that's why.

That just means CIA hasn't found
him, but Natal could've.
They don't have

the resources CIA has.
And unless that they know

the bayou like Pride does,
no chance.

(radio crackles)
We just passed

Bayou Saint Denis
and Mud Lake, King.

No sign of anything yet.

PRIDE: We're on the Cutler
inlet, just east of you.

Should be around here
somewhere, keep looking. Over.
(radio crackles)

How can you be so sure

the CIA's been looking
in the wrong place?

Grew up fishing
these backwaters.

Terrain CIA's been
searching is too marshy.

Only way out of here
on foot is north,

to prairie ground.

You're not getting
seasick, are you?

Most I've ever done before
was kayak on the Potomac.

Got to get you out more,
Gregorio.

(whispers):
Percy.

We may have something, King.
Stand by.

Blood trail.
Coming from...

SONJA:
...him.

Jenkins.

You should've stayed in jail.

That must be his partner.

Two CIA agents down,
one of 'em's Jenkins.

LASALLE:
Got to be Natal.

PRIDE: Copy that,
Christopher. Eyes open.

Lasalle...

he's still bleeding.

This just happened.

They're nearby, King.

(grunting)

Ugh!

(men speaking Spanish)

Polícia federal!
Stop right there!

(shouting)

Aah!

(grunts)
You good?

Yeah.
King, King.

We're pinned down.
We're pinned down.

PRIDE:
Hang tight. Almost there.

(yelling)

Stop right there!

Manos arriba. Ahora!

SONJA:
Put your hands up!
PRIDE: Easy! Down,

down, down!

SONJA:
Put your hands up!
Get on the ground!

It's okay. Mr. Esparza,

we're not gonna hurt you.

It's over.

(shudders)

Estás seguro.

Gracias.
Okay?

Sí.
Okay.

(chuckles softly)

(speaking Spanish)

*

(jazz music playing)

SONJA:
Okay.

Let me get this straight.
Every stupid federal agency

in the book was involved
with this case, right?

Since the crash.

Plus local cops, NOPD,

LSP...
Right, right. And
each one of them has

dozens more people
on payroll.

You still trying to convince me
that DOJ's right?

That we need more help here?

The opposite.

You got all these people
running around,

and we're the ones
who figured out about Esparza

and got FBI a plum
Natal informant?

You, me, Pride
and Gregorio.

Hey. Don't forget about...

Bingo, you guessed it.

Got to give
Sebastian props, too.
(laughing): Okay.

And Sebastian.

A whopping five people.

And your point is...

I'm thinking maybe you're right.

We should fight DOJ.

One more agent to replace
Brody, and that's it.

'Cause we're fine
just the way we are.

Ah, you preaching
to the choir, Percy.

Still, I got to ask,
what changed?

(Southern accent):
A hero's work is never done.

(chuckles)
That's my girl.
(laughs)

Unfortunately, neither
is this paperwork.
Ugh!

And HQ's gonna be all
over us on this one.

Yeah. This is where some extra
agents would come in handy.

You know?
(laughs)

*

(door opens)

(grunts)

Sorry, we're not open quite yet.

(chuckles) I'm not
here for a drink.

Although after the last
couple of days,

I could probably
use something. Strong.

Ah. Gregorio.

New Orleans
is growing on you, huh?

Maybe.

You work a lot, huh?

NCIS, here.

(grunts)

Bar's not work.

I got family history here.

It means something.
Plus...

(clicks off music)
...brings folks together.

I even get to play the piano
every once in a while.

It's anything but work for me.

How's Emily doing?

Back home.

Lot of feelings to sort through.

At least she's not
running from them anymore.

Burden nobody wants.

No way to live, is it?

You know, don't you?

Why I left New Orleans before.

*

Couldn't very well bring you
on board, even temporarily,

without fully vetting
you first. Sorry.

I'm surprised you let me
walk through the door.

Your husband.

McKinley.

He's the one who stole
the money meant

for the rebuild after
Katrina, not you.

Ex-husband.

Still, we were married.

Moved down here from New York.

I should've known.

Well, I was just a kid
when I met him,

you know, I fell for
the razzle and dazzle.

I didn't even know
who I was yet.

Last I heard,

McKinley's still on the run.

Yep.

Me, too, in my own way.

Couldn't get out of NOLA
fast enough afterwards.

Took back my maiden name.

(softly):
I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go.

Aren't you tired
of running?

(exhales)

Yes, I am.

The problem is,
everywhere I turn,

I see what my husband
did to this place.

So, what, you up
and joined the FBI?

Make amends for
what he did?

Yeah. Something like that.

So, what, you're gonna
tell the others, now?

Not my story to tell.

But you should know...

NOLA's been through
a lot more than just...

Katrina. It's...

a pretty forgiving city,
if you let it be.

Take my word for it.