NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 20 - Rock-a-Bye-Baby - full transcript

♪ We're bound to no land ♪

♪ Starting our own dance ♪

♪ Fading, liberating ♪

♪ Oh, oh, way, oh, oh ♪

♪ Way, oh, this time,
I'm telling you ♪

♪ We shot the sun down,
we shot the sun... ♪

Oh, boy.
They kept me late at the base,

so we're late
for Daddy and Me again, kiddo.

My schmiddo, diddo.

God, you're the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.

Just going
to drop off the ice cream



so it doesn't melt on us, 'Kay?
I'll be back.

Two shakes!

Kiddo,

schmiddo,

diddo,

liddo...

...middo...

No! No!

Wait! Wait! Stop!

No! No!

Wait! Wait!

No! My baby's in the car!

Please! Please! No!

No! My baby's in the car!



My baby's in the car!

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 1x20 ♪
Rock-a-Bye-Baby
Original Air Date on April 14, 2015

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Let me know.

Will do.

Baby is how old?

Nine months. Name's Lucy.

That the
father there?

Yeah. Naval Commander
Josh Newman,

out of Belle Chasse.

He get a good
look at the driver?

No. Only made out that
the driver was wearing a hoodie.

Couldn't be sure
if it was a male. Assumed so.

We got JPSO and Coast Guard
assisting with air support,

NOPD on the ground.

AMBER Alert?
15 minutes ago.

Got citywide checkpoints,
live monitoring

of city traffic cams.

So...

thief took the car keys
from the door.

I'll dust for prints,
talk to the neighbors,

see if anyone saw anything.

Stolen car, right?

Means our thief wanted property,
not responsibility.

Got to hope that as soon as
he realizes the baby's there

that he wants to return
her somewhere unharmed.

I'll alert safe surrender sites,
fire stations, hospitals.

From Florida to
Texas, thank you.

Hey. Let me through.

This is my house.
That's my husband.

Let me see.
Thank you.

What is wrong
with you?

You left her in the car?!

It was just for a second.
I-I was coming right back out.

Special Agent Pride.

He's in charge.
This is my husband.

Marlon Hart. So what do you
know about where Lou-Lou is?

Not much yet, but it's early.

We got every branch of law
enforcement out there looking.

It's already been,
what, an hour?

Sh-Shouldn't you know something?!
Mr. Hart,

I know that every second feels
like an eternity,

but the best thing
you can do is try

- and stay calm.
- Please. Please.

Lou-Lou. She's-she's...

Your daughter.
Believe me, I understand.

I got one of my own.

Excuse me.

Tell me you got something.

Yes and no.

Air support spotted
your stolen vehicle

just under the surface
of the water.

I'm circling around
for another pass.

ETA on the divers?

Copy that.
Divers are 30 seconds out.

What do we got?

Car seat's gone.
Seat belt's been cut.

Divers said they didn't find
her in the water, either.

All right, so get on the phones,

reset the agenda.

We're not looking at
a stolen car anymore.

We're talking
about an abduction.

Anything?

Baby's car seat was cut
clean out of the seat belt.

- Thinking box cutter or razor.
- Hey, guys.

Take a look at this.

Got a tire track.

From the Jeep?

Too deep.

Seems like a bigger vehicle.

We'll make a cast of the tread,

get it to Sebastian.

There was
a second car waiting.

Which means...
more than one person involved.

Or... it was planted
by the abductor.

But regardless...

It was planned
in advance.

Well, less than one percent of
infants are taken by a stranger.

It's usually someone
in the baby's world.

A noncustodial parent,
a friend, a neighbor.

But after the first 48 hours,
the chances of finding Lou-Lou

just decrease significantly.

You guys finish processing
the scene.

Then I'll circle back
to the parents,

get a list of possibles.

Hey, Dwayne.

You mind if
I stay on this?

You know I love
having you around,

but, uh,
jurisdiction-wise...

Well, jurisdiction
can go to hell.

Loretta?

Ah. Saw it on the news.

Came to see
what you knew.

I found the parents,
offered to make 'em some tea.

Just trying
to help.

Anything else you need?

Not at the moment.

Well, as a coroner,

I'm hoping this is the extent
of my involvement.

Probably too upset
to drink it, but...

a little warmth in
the hands always helps.

Look into Cassie Palms.

- Who is she?
- Our surrogate.

A money-hungry surrogate.

Gay adoption is not
legal in Louisiana,

so we went through an agency
to find a surrogate.

They led us to Cassie.
And we treated Cassie

like a queen. We gave her
everything she needed.

And she needed a lot.

Then right before she gave
birth, she changed her mind

about signing
the pre-birth order,

demanding more money.
But we-we held firm

and... she dropped it.

She, um...

she didn't totally drop it.

Every once
in a while,

for the last few months,

she's called me, and...

I've given her a few dollars.

How much is a few dollars?

I'm not sure exactly.

A thousand. Maybe two.

If you give her some,
then she'll ask for more!

From my account, not from yours.

What is that supposed
to mean?

I didn't think
it was a big deal

to help the woman who
helped us start a family.

Why d... why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew you'd disapprove.

And when was the last time
she asked you for money?

It was about a month ago.

She wanted another $6,000.

Did you give that to her?

No. I-I told her
enough was enough.

She knows where you live?
She knows everything.

We had her to the house
for dinner.

She-she knows
all about our lives. She knows.

We're already monitoring
your e-mails, your phone,

in case whomever took Lou-Lou
makes a ransom demand.

You've worked cases like this?

A couple.

Don't worry. We got those kids
back safe and sound.

Right now, what we need:

Cassie Palms' current address.

We're in position, King.

NCIS! Cassie Palms, open up!

Cassie Palms!

Here we go.

Clear.
Clear.

In here, guys. Got something.

Baby clothes,
toys, bottles.

- Brand-new.
- Hey, what's going on in here?

Federal agents.

We got a rabbit!

Stay here. You got her?

Got her.

We need to have a
little conversation.

Come here!

And down goes the couyon.

Josh and Marlon want to
pretend like they're saints.

They're not.

They rented her womb
at a bargain basement rate.

As if I was just some place
for them to stick their baby.

Shut up.
They controlled her life.

What I ate, where I went.
Shut up.

As far as I'm concerned,
there is nothing wrong with

- asking for what's owed to me.
- Shut up!

Where's Baby Lou-Lou, Cassie?

With her fathers.

Right?

She was abducted

in front of their home.

We didn't do that.

Why'd you run?

I've had some trouble
with the law.

I see cops, I run.

What about everything we saw
in the bedroom?

Infant clothes? Bottles?

They're for my baby.

I'm three months pregnant.

Having a girl.

That's why I asked Marlon
and Josh for more money.

This one I'm keeping.

NOPD confirms.

Cassie's idiot boyfriend
spent the last two nights

in a drunk tank.

All right, so we start over.

Go back to the parents' lives,

scour for everything.

See what we're missing.

Since it was likely planned,

check everywhere
Josh took the baby

in the hours
leading up to the abduction.

We'll go back to the post office
and car wash.

And the grocery store.

Borin, you're with me.

Nothing helpful
at the first three places

Josh took the baby.

What's next?

Supermarket,
two blocks up.

You ever consider kids?

Consider?

Yeah.

But living life as an agent...

all you ever see
is things gone bad.

Makes it hard to think about

bringing home
a little bundle of...

Potential things to go bad.

Yeah.

I got to say...

I'm into having
a whole basketball team

full of little Lasalles.

But procreating in my family

is like playing the
gene pool lottery.

My brother Cade,

he's not the only branch off the
family tree with issues.

I get it.

But a Lasalle family
basketball team?

That'd be pretty cool.

They're regulars.

Such a cute couple.

Michelle jokingly calls them

her power gays.

You both work yesterday?

Mm-hmm.
We did.

Did you see Josh and his
daughter here about 3:30?

I believe I did.

I know I saw 'em
'cause I was just about

to take my break,
and I remember smiling to myself

about him squeezing his kiwi
twice before buying any.

I mean, his husband,
he shops like a frat boy

stocking up for a tailgate.

You think it started here?

We're trying to determine that.

Jorge,

got a delivery for you.

I wish I was more help.

I hope the baby's all right.

Thank you.

What about the nanny?

Don't think there is a nanny.

Oh, I just assumed
that's who she was.

She wasn't with Josh,
but the other one.

Marlon.
Yeah, him.

Was it this woman?

Cassie Palms?

No. Pretty Asian girl.

Tallish, about this high.

Asian, mid-30s.

Height between five-two
and five-five.

That case you talked
to the parents about,

infant abduction--

Matthew Johnson case?

Yeah, back in 2010.

And the Armida Marquez abduction
two years before that.

And if you want to take a trip
in the way-back machine,

there's always
the Abigail Borin disappearance.

When I was 13, I wanted
to climb Campbell Hill.

About 1,500 feet
in central Ohio.

Parents weren't too keen
on the idea, so...

I got a few things together,
and then I hitchhiked.

At 13?

Mm-hmm.
Incredibly stupid, I know.

My parents were convinced
I'd been snatched.

Loretta?

After about nine hours,
I was terrified,

found my way to a pay phone.

When I got home...

I'd never seen
my dad like that.

Long time, nine hours.

And these parents...

they're going on 18.

Pride, Sebastian's got something
to show you.

As predicted,

the car being
submerged underwater

wiped clean most
of the DNA evidence.

Yeah, but not all.

So I went through everything,
and after the discovery

of some loose change,
a couple Tic Tacs

and some moldy cashews,

I found this.

It's a strand
of hair, dark.

Consistent with
an Asian woman, mid-30s?

Yeah, that's right.
How did...

You're good.
He's so good.

He's good.
Uh, anyway,

we ran the hair through
DNA analysis, and...

ding, ding, ding.

Chen Han.

You mind if I...?

Oh, no. My computer
is your computer.

Thank you, sir.

Well, it's not actually
your computer.

Just... for this moment,
for your needs, you know.

Don't worry,
I feel you, Sebastian.

Okay, Chen Han.

Naturalized American citizen
born in China.

Studied literature at Yale.

Schmancy.

She abruptly switched
to biomedical engineering

after a trip to Shanghai.

Looks like the last few years,

she's been working at multiple
European biomedical firms,

all of whom have had
their Intel compromised

by the Chinese government.

Currently in New Orleans
as an employee

for a Chinese multinational
conglomerate

that has suspected ties to...

People's Liberation Army?

With a dossier like that...

We may be looking for a spy.

I... I don't get it.

Why would a spy
be interested in us?

I'm a supply officer.

Your previous duty assignment
was on a nuclear submarine.

And, Marlon, contractor working
for DARPA, right?

Either one of you could be
targets for espionage.

We found her hair in your Jeep.

And you think...
you think this woman

took our daughter
to get information?

Not unprecedented.

NCIS handled a case
back in the late '90s.

South Africa.

Naval attaché was approached
by a foreign agent,

someone he thought
was a friend...

asking for classified documents.

The diplomat refused, but didn't
report the incident.

A week later,
his 14-year-old daughter

was abducted outside her school.

It wasn't until
we set up a meet,

handed over falsified Intel

that we were able to get
the diplomat's daughter back.

Josh,

can you give us
a moment?

What?

Why? Anything
you say to them,

you can say to me.

Marlon...

clock's ticking.

I met her, uh...

I met her a year ago.

Uh, she said her name
was Elena.

I met her at a bookstore.

We both shared a thing
for military history.

Started talking,

got a drink,

and... one thing led to another.

What are you saying?

Marlon, was this an affair?

Before Josh, I was...

I was living on the DL.

Josh, he...

he helped me come out.

And then there was Lou-Lou
in the picture, and...

one day, I woke up...

and suddenly I was a gay father

trying to live life
out and proud.

Chen, she was just a...
she was just a mistake

I-I made because I just felt...
I felt overwhelmed.

Did Chen Han ever talk
to you about your work?

In passing. I...

Just, you know,
“getting to know you” stuff.

I always, always shut it down.

When was the last time
you saw her?

It's been months.

I swear... I swear to you,

she was never in that car.

We need you to set up a meeting
with Chen Han.

I don't see her anywhere.

What if she doesn't come?

He's jumping
out of his skin.

Probably how your father felt.

When you went
to climb the mountain.

It's hard to say.

Once he realized
I was in one piece,

he put me on three months
house arrest

and we have not
talked about it since.

He was terrified.

Yeah, but you'd think
after all these years

he could at least joke about it.

You'd think, but...

fathers and daughters.

I got eyes on Chen Han.

She's coming in
the west entrance of the park.

Here we go.

Hey.

Hey.

How are you, Marlon?

Hey.

You okay?

Of course. Uh...

I just... missed you.

Good, Marlon. Keep her talking.

Brody, Lasalle,
you're good to go.

Got it. About to enter
Chen Han's apartment.

Clear.
Clear.

Do you want to get out of here,
go somewhere?

No, no, we don't have to...
go anywhere.

I just... I just wanted to talk.

Talking and drinking
is even better.

I don't want a drink.

Oh, come on.

Baby Lou-Lou isn't here.

What do you have?

Laptop, no password
protection at all.

Browser's filled
with social media

and home decorating sites.

Hard drive's got
a thousand photos

of what has to be the world's
most boring trip to Cabo.

Some spy.

We got this wrong?

You, uh, remember some of the
questions you were asking me?

About work?

What if I told you?

Tell me what?
Everything.

My-my work for DARPA.

Biochemical engineering.

No, no, no, no, that's too soon.

Actually, I think
I have to go, Marlon.

Just give me my daughter. I-I can get it.
Your daughter?

Okay, we got
to get out there.

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

Marlon?
Where is my daughter?!

Tell me, where is she?
Where is she?!

Tell me, where is she?!
Marlon. Marlon.

Let her go.

Hands behind your back.

Sebastian,
what you working on?

SSL.

SSL?

Secure Sockets Layer.
Footage downloaded

to an encrypted hard drive

from Chen Han's computer.

You're a hacker now?
Where's Patton?

Aruba.
Oh.

Well, how are you doing?

Good.
Good?

Good. Fine. Locked in.

It's a little
monosyllabic for me.

Sorry. It's just, uh, baby...
Missing baby.

Gone for 35 hours,
15 minutes and...

11 seconds,
12 seconds,

13 seconds. I'm just
trying to stay focused

and simple and on task

and just...
nothing off-topic.

I don't know.

A little Lund levity
might lighten the load.

Five Ls,
one sentence.

See how I did that?

Has anyone ever
told you that you

bear a striking
resemblance to Gandalf?

Not in the physical appearance,
per Se, but more the

prophetic, sage wisdom.

And he's back.

Okay, so apparently

the Chinese government
doesn't let their own operatives

access acquired Intel
once they've uploaded it

to one of these
encrypted hard drives.

I just need to figure out some
way that I can get inside.

We got data.

I got it.
Way to go.

I got it.

All right, catch phrase.

Super-Yahtzee.
Thank you.

I don't know anything
about Marlon's baby.

And I'm tired
of repeating myself.

Well, I'll stop asking questions

when you start
answering honestly.

Oh, I don't
have to answer you at all.

You're right.
You can walk out.

You might even get as far as two
blocks before you got grabbed.

Grabbed? By whom?

CIA. DIA. NSA.

What interest would
they have in me?

Hold that thought.

It's illegal to take pictures

of palm trees and beaches?

It is when there's ciphered data

hidden inside your photos.

Security
through obscurity.

Beautiful sunset...

once decrypted...

contains schematics for unmanned

antisubmarine vessels.

Long-range
missiles specs.

Highly classified
and highly valuable

to the Chinese government.

We already found your e-mails
where you sent all this

back to your
handlers in China.

Busy girl.

Now, I got two
phone calls I can make.

First...

gets you a one-way ticket home.

Second...

sends you to Guantanamo.

They got beaches there.

Not so much with the palm trees.

Tell me how your hair

got inside Marlon's car.

My handlers wouldn't accept
that Marlon shut me out.

They wanted me to keep
working him, so...

I broke into his car
a few weeks ago

to try to plant
a listening device,

but was interrupted.

Lot of pressure
to find a new way in.

New way?

Like abducting their baby?

I don't know
where the baby is.

But I might have
something that'll help.

Something?

A surveillance camera

with a view of Marlon's house.

Placed it there
months ago.

You send me home...

and I'll tell you
where you can find it.

This is off
Chen Han's camera.

Picked up every move
Josh and Marlon made.

What about on the day
of Lou-Lou's abduction?

No. Moving van obscured
the view, but we did get

four screen captures
of four random

days over the last two months.

Got the same white truck--

it was parked
on the street all four days.

We blew up one of the photos
to get a view of the tire.

The tracks match
the set we found

near Josh's abandoned car
by the river?

Yes, and take a look at this.

Logo on the
driver's-side door.

Acquistapace--

supermarket where Josh
had just come from.

You talk to anyone?

Yes.
Anyone suspicious?

Not really.
I'm way ahead of you.

Just talked
to the store's manager.

Of all the employees
with access to the truck,

only one didn't show
up for work today.

In fact, he left early
yesterday afternoon.

Jorge Gomez.

The guy we spoke with yesterday.

Let's roll.

Back door.
Got it.

We got an open door.

Jorge Gomez.

NCIS.

Suspect's down.

Entering.

No Lou-Lou?

Looks like our best lead
to finding Lucy...

Is a dead end.

48 hours.

Where we at?

No sign of forced entry.

Suggests Gomez knew his killer.

Couple of brews here.

Looks like things
started off friendly.

Yeah, didn't end that way.
Cause of death?

Judging by the contusions
on his skull,

I'd say blunt force trauma.

But Jorge didn't go down
without a fight.

Defensive wounds
on both arms.

Hopefully he's got
a piece of

the killer
under his fingernails,

'cause whoever did this to Jorge

is our best lead to Lou-Lou.

Hey, Josh.

Marlon's not here?

We both...

needed a little space.

You must think we're
terrible parents.

Nobody's perfect.

One us is having
an affair, and the other one

leaves his child in the
car for someone to take.

What the hell was I thinking?

Imagine you weren't.

Lou-Lou's nine months, right?

Guessing, uh,

Lou-Lou just gave up
her afternoon nap?

Probably pretty tired,
taking care of her all day.

How old are yours?

Oh, I just got the one.

Laurel Anne.

She's, uh...

There.

She's in college now.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, yeah.

When she was a baby,

she loved the rain.

One night, I took her outside
during a cloud burst.

Next morning,

Laurel woke up with croup.

Could barely catch her breath.

God knows I stopped
breathing myself.

Terrifying.

Yeah. Her mother called 911,
I took Laurel,

threw her in a hot shower,
pj's and all.

Steam opened up
her lungs, and, uh,

by the time the paramedics
got there, it was all over.

That's lucky.

Yeah, we were.

And if we're not?

We're gonna do everything
in our power

to make sure
that's not the case.

King.

I need to borrow you.

Excuse me.

Any leads on Gomez?
No criminal history.

Squeaky clean.

Guy lived modestly,
paycheck to paycheck.

$220 in his
checking account.

Rules out any connection
to a baby smuggling ring.

And none of his neighbors
have seen Jorge with a baby.

Okay, so then how's Jorge

connected to this abduction,

and where the
hell is the baby?

Hey, guys, I
got something

in here.

I have been digging around
in Jorge's iCloud,

and I found this draft letter.

It's a character reference
for a potential adoption.

Couple named Phil and Anne.
Unfortunately, no last names.

Sebastian.

He got a hit on the DNA.

I got it. Start calling
adoption agencies

and the parish registrar.

Need to identify
this Phil and Anne.

All right, just to warn you,
I know this case

is ultra time-sensitive, but
I'm trying to remain in STSM,

which is Standard
Time-Sensitive Mode.

Might seem like it's
at cross-purposes,

but I'm getting results.

Whatever works, bud.
Okay, so Loretta

was able to retrieve
enough tissue

from under Jorge Gomez's
fingernails to run a search.

And you got a hit?
I did.

Skin particles.

They identify a suspect?
No, nothing

on CODIS or any other
relevant database, but along

with the skin, I did get a hit
on something entirely nonhuman.

We're talking Metazoa.
See, the animal kingdom

is a veritable
rainbow of DNA.

You got your canines,
your felines, your bovines,

your gallines, your elapines--

you got to watch
out for them.

Elapines are poisonous snakes.

I'll catalogue that for later.

This is, uh,
bovine DNA,

with trace amounts of E. coli,
salmonella and listeria.

Jorge's killer and the likely
abductor of Baby Lou...

Works with meat. But not
just any kind of meat.

I found elevated
levels of sodium offset

by very low levels
of blood proteins

and almost no fat cells.

Wherever they're
processing this meat,

they answer
to a higher authority.

What are you trying to tell me?

Meat's kosher.

Question is:

Who supplies kosher meat
to Acquistapace?

Yes, I supply Acquistapace,
but I promise you

I got no use for a baby.

I got four kids
and two ex-wives.

Where were you
two days ago?

Where I always am--
amongst the meat.

I got six employees
who'll tell you the same.

Who does your deliveries?

I got two different guys
who bring it over in trucks

we lease from the supermarket's
corporate offices.

Don't ask. Insurance nightmare.

And who made the delivery
on Thursday?

Yeah. Phil.

Phil who?

Burke. Why?

Where's Phil now?

Let me check.

Pride, truck's here.
Manager said

Phil Burke was loading
at the meat locker.

We're here.

Phil Burke submitted numerous
applications for adoption

with his wife, Anne,
all of which were rejected.

So Phil could've run into Josh
and Baby Lou multiple times

when he was dropping off.

Phil Burke?

NCIS.

Hey.

Easy.

Hands
on your head.

Get 'em up.

Where is she?

Where's Lou-Lou?

You're not gonna find her.

Where's Lou-Lou?

She's long gone.

You're facing
kidnapping charges, Phil.

Life in prison without
the possibility of parole.

But if you cooperate with us,
we can work something out.

Understand?

We just need the baby.

We need to talk.

So we went and
searched the house.

The wife's drawers
were half empty.

Looks like she left in a hurry.

Dumped their financials.

They emptied their bank accounts
two days ago.

$1,500 withdrawal.

Someone's going on the run.

We also
found these.

Prescriptions for the wife.

Antidepressants,
mood stabilizers,

sleeping pills.

Looks like Anne
was struggling.

Yeah, and we think we know why.

Most people think

fatherhood begins
at birth.

The moment...

I heard
my daughter's heartbeat

on the ultrasound,

she was instantly
my whole world.

My first primal thought was,

“I will do everything
in my power to protect her.”

And I can't even... imagine

how devastating it must be
when even everything

isn't enough.

Brystal Ellen Burke.

She was named after
Annie's mother.

SIDS, right?

And when we lost the baby...

Annie just...

shut down.

Stopped eating,

sleeping.

Living.

And I would go to
work every day,

not sure what kind of state
she would be in when I got home.

So you applied for adoption.

We never made it past
the home visits.

Each time, the caseworkers
would say the same thing.

You know,
just give it more time.

Heal first.

But the only way
that Annie was going to heal

was to get another baby.

Just Annie?

You stole a baby, Phil.

You killed a man.

I just thought
I could fix everything.

I never meant for
anybody to get hurt.

Not those-those fathers.

Uh... Jorge.

I mean, he-he was a...
he was a good friend.

He knew Annie and
I's story and...

knew how desperate I was.

So when you questioned him,
he, uh...

he asked me
to come to his house.

He-he asked me
if I took the baby.

And I just... I...

I lost it. I...

We fought and...

Well, you know how it ended.

I do, Phil.

Where are they?

Take the back.

Back, Chris.

Let me talk to her.

Anne.

Who are you?

NCIS.

Special Agent Dwayne Pride.

Your husband told me
where to find you.

Why?

Where's Phil?

He's at the squad room.

He sent us to...

make sure that you and the baby
were safe and sound.

Phil sent you here?

For Baby Lou-Lou.

Lou-Lou?

This is Julia.

We adopted her.

Did you sign papers?

Go to an office
to receive the baby?

No.

He said our application
finally went through.

Told me we were moving.

For a fresh start.

But he was gonna
work for a few weeks,

finish up the month.

Is...

is that not true?

No.

Baby Lou-Lou was stolen.

Please.

Just one more minute.

Let me have her.
Let me have her. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. Shh, shh...

You like that watch?
That's my watch right there.

Hey. How's she doing?

A little gassy
but, uh,

otherwise
in good spirits.

Loose ends all tied up?

Yeah, federal marshals
took Phil into custody.

He's facing kidnapping
and murder charges.

And the wife?

She believed her husband, so...

hopefully the judge
will take it easy on her.

♪ We will all be born again ♪

Look
who's here.

Hey.

Hey, kiddo. Look.

Look what I got
for you. Oh!

Oh!

Oh.

Good luck,
fellas.

Thank you.

♪ We are beautiful ♪

We got to do...

Better by each other.

♪ We are beautiful,
we are beautiful ♪

Now there's something
I got to do.

What's that?

Call my dad.

I owe him
a long overdue apology.

♪ We are beautiful,
we are beautiful. ♪

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