NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Sister City, Part II - full transcript

Where are we?

FAA handed over radio control

on November-zero-five-
Julia-Papa-Zulu.

Privately operated jet
took off from New Orleans

approximately 90 minutes ago,
bound for Washington-Reagan.

ATC has reported no radio
contact for the last 37 minutes.

Comms failure?
Radio works, Captain.

Either they don't want
to talk or can't.

Keep trying.

My eyes in the sky.

Two Hornets on the horizon.



Should have visual
in less than five.

Private jet is outside
restricted airspace,

but not for long.

Over metro D.C. in less than 30.

Damn.

Hell of a day to quit smoking.

Didn't know you smoked, ma'am.

I don't.
I just imagine it's true.

Zero-five-J-P-Z, this is
Naval Air Station Pax River.

Come in. Over.

Pax River,
this is Gator-one-one.

I have visual on our bogey.

Put me through to NORAD.

It's gonna be all hands
on deck for this one.



November-zero-
five-Julia-Papa-Zulu.

This is Naval
Air Station Pax River.

Naval aircraft on approach,
north-northeast. Over.

Zero-five-J-P-Z, this is
Naval Air Station Pax River.

Please respond. Over.

♪ NCIS 13x12 ♪
Sister City, Part I
Original Air Date on January 5, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

So what happened?

I don't know.

Tony, come on.

All Bishop said
was MTAC in five.

No, I'm not talking
about MTAC.

I'm talking about what
happened over New Year's.

You and Zoe broke up?

You heard.

Why didn't
you tell me?

Well, the break-up
bug's going around.

Didn't want you
to catch it.

Hey, be careful--
you know what happens

if Bishop hears you
joking around like that.

I jest to comfort.

So the breakup,
you and Zoe, it was messy?

No, we agreed it
wasn't working out,

so we ended on
a good note.

Amicable, very adult.

Oh, no, no, no.

See, you and Zoe Keates
do not do "adult."

You both have
tact issues--

you verbally,
her physically.

Is this because she tackled
you the first time you met?

Hey, she thought I was
a hermit bomb-maker.

Miss
that about her.

There you go,
more jokes.

Must be pretty bad,
so you want to talk about it?

Who's paying you for
the details, McGossip?

Well, Abby and I
do have a bet

on who throws
the first punch.

Hey, there were
no punches thrown.

But it was
physical, right?

We're about to go live.

What are you guys
talking about?

Star Wars.
Star Wars.

Hmm.

Negative, Agent Gibbs.

After multiple passes, there are
no signs of life on that plane.

A rapid depressurization
is likely.

Causes a lack of oxygen to the
brain and death by hypoxia.

How many?

Four bodies that we can count,

including the pilot
and the copilot.

Jet's registered
to Blye Industries.

Military tech developer.
McGEE: Among other things.

Blye Industries was
started by Jenner Blye.

He's a pioneer in tech design.

Exosuits, robotic prosthetics.

They make jet packs.

Yes, and jet packs.

Thank you.

What's your
point, McGee?

You cut your hair?

I didn't need it anymore.

I believe Agent McGee's point
was that this is a PR nightmare.

Captain Bloom.

Director.

Does NCIS know
who's on that plane?

Naval Intelligence Officer
Commander Gil Lively

informed his CO of the flight
at 0600 this morning,

but that's all we know.

Flight manifest
would have been filed

at the airfield of departure.

Special Agent Pride and his team
are following up in New Orleans.

He'll be joining
the conversation.

We've got even bigger problems
at cruising altitude.

The flight plan shows that bird
took off with a full tank.

Given headwinds
and weather conditions,

it won't go down for
another 400 to 600 miles.

Does that get it
to the ocean?

No. Puts us over three
metro areas in the meantime.

Philadelphia,
New York and Boston.

It's currently
over unpopulated

Virginia countryside.

I've spoken to NORAD.

We are prepared
to take down the target.

Air strike on a civilian plane.

No better than it sounds,
and even harder to control.

Yeah, media and falling
debris alike.

Aircraft is is only
over wilderness

for another ten minutes.

Now, unless you have
a safer way to bring it down,

I've got my orders.

We'll find a way.

I already pulled
the flight manuals,

acquired the jet's
radio frequency,

and I tapped into the
onboard navigation computer.

And?

And remotely crashing
an airplane is difficult.

It's impossible, actually.

For good reason.

Not to mention
my misgivings.

About what,
crashing a plane?

Crashing anything.

Fast.
Six minutes left.

Okay, it's not
New Year's,

so cool it with
the countdown, please.

Hey, have you tried accessing
the mechanical functions,

tricking the computer
into dumping its fuel?

Can't access it
wirelessly.

Navigation?

I can't override
the autopilot.

It's a closed system.

Right, a plane only does
what it's told.

Okay, then crash,
plane, crash.

Well, unfortunately,
you're not the pilot,

autopilot or GPS system.

But I could be.

You just said it was
a closed system.

All aircraft get their
directional data

via GPS satellite.

Right, location,
speed, altitude.

GPS tells the
plane where it is.

So if we can't
hack the plane...

We hack the satellite.

We send false data
to the aircraft,

we make it think
it's way off course.

And the autopilot should
correct accordingly.

Right.

No, I just... I don't
want to know that.

Flight took off
from Lakefront Airport.

Lasalle and Brody are there now.

Flight manifest,
Agent Pride.

Coming through.

Agent Gibbs, Director Vance,
we're out of time.

You gave us ten
minutes, Captain.

We've still got 40 seconds.

My pilots are in position,
and my orders have not changed.

Captain?

Altitude alert.

The plane thinks
it's too high,

and it's started
a steep descent.

It appears to be...

crashing itself.

Where?

Given it's
current angle,

a remote corner of the CJ Brown
State Forest and Reservoir.

Nice job, gentlemen.

It was a team effort.

Hey. Where'd you go?

Need to talk privately.

Alert all the wildlife.

Ground avoidance systems.

Dwayne, what's going on?

Flight manifest
just came through.

Pax River, Gator-one-two,

we have visual
confirmation of impact.

Hang on.

Pax River, Gator-one-two,
the aircraft has crash-landed.

Repeat, aircraft is
on the ground.

Gibbs, we...
we got a problem.

Fifth name on the list:
Luca Sciuto.

Abby's brother was
on that plane.

Luca?

I know you're
not dead, okay?

So call me back.

Abby...

Gibbs, this doesn't
make any sense.

Luca is a chef, and he's
a really successful one.

Recently hired by Jenner Blye.
Yeah.

The-the tech
billionaire. I know.

It's, like,
Luca's dream job.

But, you know, it's not
like he's cooking

on, like, private jets.

Luca never leaves NOLA.

He doesn't like to fly.

Are you sure
about this?

Luca...

...he's my brother.

Not the brother I just
found out I have,

but the-the brother
that I grew up with.

I talk to him
every day.

If he was coming to D.C.,
he would have told me.

I mean, unless he was
gonna try to surprise me.

Stop putting
thoughts in my head.

Luca and I, we don't get
to see each other

in person that much,
you know,

'cause we're both super
dedicated to our jobs.

But if Luca were dead...

I would feel
a disturbance in the Force.

You know, that's very
strong in my family.

I know that.

Do you?

Lasalle, Brody,
Percy, Pride,

they're all following
up in NOLA.

Okay. Good.

That's good,
'cause they're gonna...

they're gonna find him there.
Abby.

You should come
to the crash site.

No.

'Cause...

Luca is not there.

NTSB said autopilot kept
the plane level on impact.

If anybody aboard
had been alive,

they actually could have
survived the crash.

Ironic, tragic.

Manifest?
McGEE: Five souls aboard.

Pilot, copilot, Blye
Industries senior VP,

Commander Lively
and Luca Sciuto.

Mmm.

You guys ever met him?

No. Gibbs has, though.

This will be
our first time.

NTSB is still
securing the wreckage.

No sense
going in yet, then.

I think we have to
wait for Gibbs anyway.

No, you don't.

No more excuses.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

McGEE:
Oxygen masks didn't deploy.

That's odd.

Must be our
Blye Industries senior VP.

Hypoxia usually shows wrinkled
discoloration in the fingers,

but no signs of it here.

Yeah, or here.

Commander.

McGEE:
No outward signs of hypoxia.

Doesn't mean it didn't happen,
but you know Ducky's mantra.

"We won't know more
until autopsy."

The commander's body makes four,
so maybe the manifest was wrong.

Five.

Come here, McGee.

Tail caught fire
from the crash.

Body's too damaged to I.D.

Chef Luca.

Well, we've prepped all
five bodies for autopsy.

Abby is officially
stalling.

Yes, well, I promised
I wouldn't start any autopsy

until she's had a chance
to I.D. her brother.

I know you prefer to
wait until the autopsy

to actually talk about
the bodies, Doctor,

but can we talk about
the bodies, Doctor?

No.

I just couldn't help but notice
the absence of

any cyanosis on any of
the fingers or any of the toes

of any of the bodies.
Mr. Palmer.

At least some sign of hypoxia.

I mean, it's weird.

We won't know
what it is until...

Until we do the autopsy. Right, right.
Yes.

But if I didn't
know any better...

Well, clearly you don't.

...I would say that these people

did not die from
depressurization.

Yeah, well, there's nothing
to be gained by guessing.

Can we at least agree
that there appears to be

a hint of a suggestion

of foul play?

Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

I was, um,

sketching my brother's
dental records

for a proper I.D.

You know your brother's
teeth from memory?

We're super close.

And I also wrote down

his measurements and...

a description of his birthmarks.

Really?

So I'm ready.

That's enough.

I understand, Abby,
that this is hard,

but we need you
to take a good look.

No.

I don't have to.

It's not him.

The face is badly burned.

I know.

But that body has
attached earlobes,

and Luca-- he's free, like me.

She right, Doctor?

Yes.
I knew it.

The Sciuto Force
was right again.

But if Luca's
not in this drawer, then...

Where is he?

I would think
Luca was cooking meth

if he didn't have
every book ever written

on molecular gastronomy.

Found every photo

he's ever taken with his sister.

Why are they all on Halloween?

That's just how she dresses.

Did you find anything on Luca?

Closets are full,
nothing was packed.

Either he's still in town
or skipped it fast.

And he's still not
answering his cell.

You know, Tony DiNozzo--
why does your name ring a bell?

Kind of a legend
in the NCIS world.

Oh, I don't know
anything about that.

I transferred from ATF.

ATF?

You ever work with Zoe Keates?

Yeah.

Training exercises in Georgia.

You two are dating.

Ah. Well, that's over now.

Oh.

Well, I hope for your sake
she ended it,

'cause that girl was mean
on the jujitsu mat.

I'll miss that.

Found the mother lode.

What'd you get?

Bag hidden behind a
false wall in the closet.

Uh, hello.

Flying blind. Narration, please.

About ten grand
in cash, Tony.

And two nine-millimeters,
fully loaded.

A little, uh,
high-tech listening device.

What's a chef doing with a bug?

Seems like we got a
fly in the soup, Tony.

McGEE:
Got you. Okay, thank you.

Boss, O.N.I. says
Commander Lively was

flying to D.C. to meet with
the Secretary of Defense.

About what?

Well, they either couldn't

or wouldn't say,
but Blye Industries has

no current business
with the U.S. military.

SecDef's office?

Yeah, they sent over
his schedule.

Redacted everything

except for the meeting
with Lively.

It wasn't
set until late last night.

Short notice.

But, uh, must have been
pretty important.

Yeah, well,
someone thought so.

Killing everyone on
that plane would insure

that that meeting
would never happen.

Find out
what the commander knew.

Hey, Abbs. Go-bag?

Yeah.

Didn't you get my e-mail?
Luca's in trouble.

He texted me.

What? When?

He must've
removed the battery,

'cause I can't
trace it.

I think he's on the run.

- "Conniption."
- It's code

for where to find him.

Redbird Bolt, North Carolina.

What's in Redbird Bolt?

The Colossal Fun Amusement Park.

And, hopefully,

Luca in one piece.

Gibbs, please, can I go
rescue my brother?

Yeah. Yeah, Abbs, go.

DiNozzo drives, Abbs.

We drove overnight because
your brother is hiding here?

Yeah. Thank goodness
they're open

for the New Year's Eve Festival.

Luca's text said
"Conniption"?

It's a reference to the
roller coaster from vacation.

The movie?
No, the Sciuto family vacation.

He knew I'd get
the reference.

Oh. Fond memories?

Unspeakable horrors
of screaming and vomit,

and that was just
the car ride.

We swore we'd never
mention it again,

so if he's here, it's bad.

Okay, big park--
where do we start?

At the Conniption.

We don't have to ride
that thing, do we?

Yeah. It gives us
the best view of the park.

Now I know why
McGee didn't come.

Oh, screw you.

Are you kidding? Come on!

Okay, I am sorry.

I didn't mean it.

Boss, these...
this thing is sentient,

and it's only loyal
to its master.

Or the plug was loose.

Um, the NOLA team

processed the items found
in Luca's apartment.

No prints.
Bug?

They actually found a second
one in Luca's knife case.

Both are customizable

and untraceable.
Cause of death?

Surprise, surprise.
Blood work came back

showing signs
of poison.

What kind?
Don't know yet.

Well, how were they poisoned?

We don't know
that, either.

Mass spectrometer is being
particularly stubborn with me.

But I will know more later.

I hope.

Poison.
What kind? From where?

Leon, we're lucky
we got that much.

Agent McGee is playing
the part of Miss Sciuto?

Yeah, and it's a
hard role to fill.

Mm.
SecDef?

Has no idea why Commander Lively
was coming to see him.

Only that it concerned
a matter of national security.

What was he doing
on Jenner Blye's plane?

SecDef called Blye Industries
to ask that same question.

They've got corporate offices
in Anacostia.

Yeah? And?

Mr. Blye has been
ducking SecDef's calls.

That's a bad idea.

Yeah, even for a big shot.

I'm thinking it's time we bring
Tony Stark in for questioning.

Iron Man.

Smug.

Tech mogul/superhero.

My son collects them.

I guess now so do I.

Mm-hmm.

There you go, baby.

Going crazy.

We've been looking for Luca
for hours, and nothing.

You're sure he
sent the text?

Who else would be hiding here
and have me go through

a roller coaster nightmare
in order to find him?

You're right.

It's silly, but
very Sciuto.

I knew it.

What?

We're being followed.

Scary guy with
an earpiece.

Are you armed?
Yes.

And don't worry,
we're safe.

How do you know?

Because that is a
park security guard.

I called ahead, told them
we were gonna be here

and to keep an
eye out for Luca.

Well, I didn't know that.

And Luca doesn't know that.

That's why he's hiding.

Hiding where?

Someplace scarier
than the Conniption.

Oh, wait.

That a headless hippo?

It's a clue! From Luca.

Is there still a
haunted house here?

You'd think an award for global
design would be... cooler.

Agent Gibbs and Bishop.

Sorry for the wait.

As you can imagine, we're
all still in shock here.

Dalton Greenbrick,

chief financial officer
at Blye Industries.

This is our head of security,

Blake Huxley.

Do you think this was an
attempt on Mr. Blye's life?

Of course not.

And please,
lower your voice.

Okay.

Let's talk inside.

I'm afraid Mr. Blye is
on an overseas call.

He asked us to come out
and answer your questions.

We asked to talk to Blye.
Of course.

But I'm afraid
he wouldn't be any help.

Look, you should know,

Mr. Blye has gone missing.
Blake.

He was meeting with

Navy Commander Gil Lively
in New Orleans.

About?
We're hoping you could tell us.

Because it was
the last time

anyone saw him.

So you do think he's dead.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm sure he's fine.
In the meantime...

You'll be reporting
a missing person.

Boss, I.D.'d
the poison.

Uh, it is called
batrachotoxin.

Secreted from a South
American poison dart frog.

Causes paralysis and/or death
just by touching it,

let alone ingesting it.

It was in the airplane food?
Actually, on the utensils.

It's laced with a unique
aerosol form I can't trace.

Well, the silverware
points to the chef--

whoever took
Luca's place.

Still no I.D.,
and it would've meant

poisoning themselves.

So why all the secrecy if
it was a suicide mission?

Who else had access to the food?

Well, the NOLA team
sent over security footage

from the hangar.

It's dated
the night before the flight.

Shows the last
living person

seen with the
poisoned silverware.

Luca.

"Colossal Fun."

Oh...

All right, Abby.

Come on over.

There was a gate
just back there.

Haunted house used to be here?

Yeah, there was a
headless skeleton outside

and it scared
Luca really bad,

but Mom and Dad made him
go on the ride anyway.

He didn't say a word
to them for weeks.

Weren't your
parents deaf?

Yeah, he would just keep
his hands in his pockets.

Well, you are the only Sciuto
I see around here.

Right.

Okay.

Let's split up.

You go that way.

Luca?

Luca!

Luca?

Luca.

Abby?

Luca? Luca.

Yeah, boss.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Oh...

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

What is going on?
I don't know.

I woke up yesterday in a motel

with no idea how I got there.

Then I saw on TV
that the plane

I was supposed
to be on crashed,

and my apartment
has been ransacked...

I don't know who
to trust except you.

But I knew you'd come, Abby.

Ton... Tony!

Tony!
We're over here!

You brought the cops?

He's not a... he's...

Tony's...

a friend, with a badge.

Yeah. All right, boss, will do.

Luca, this is
Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

Tony, this...

is my little brother, Luca.

It's nice to meet you, Luca.

You're under arrest.

What?

Luca, what did you do?

So Navy Commander Lively

met with Jenner Blye
in New Orleans.

We have no idea why.

And afterwards,
the commander flew to D.C.

to meet with the
Secretary of Defense.

About national security.

Ominous, if not
a little broad.

Except everyone on
that plane was killed

with a powerful
neurotoxin, including

the mystery man who took
Luca's place as chef.

Still no I.D. on that
body, by the way.

It's not looking good
for Jenner Blye, either.

Is he a suspect?

No, another victim.
Louisiana State Police

just I.D.'d his car.

They're dragging the river
for a body.

Everyone connected to
the secret meeting in NOLA

is being targeted.

So our only living clue
is the real chef.

Maybe Luca knows
what this is all about.

What is this all about?

Abby, hey.
How-how was...

How was my car ride?
It was awful.

Tony wouldn't
even let me

speak to my own brother.

Is Luca really a murder suspect?

We're about to find out.

He's in interrogation now.

Who's questioning him?

Gibbs!

No, wait!

Don't hurt Luca!
Abbs...

I'm just gonna talk to him.
Yeah, but...

Luca's really fragile,

and-and you're really... you.

What's your point?

He's not a killer.

He's... he's innocent
and he's sweet.

And... and he's

a Sciuto.

And did I mention
he's-he's innocent?

Then we shouldn't
have a problem.

I'm sure he'll tell you

everything he knows.

I'm not saying anything

without a lawyer.

Sorry, Agent Gibbs.

Is my sister
watching this?

Luca!

Abby, I can handle myself.

I told you that
Gibbs hates lawyers.

Let me break him.

Abbs, either you do
this, or I will.

What are you doing?

You told me what cops do
to people without lawyers

and that I should
always ask for one.

True.
But this is different.

How?
This is...

family.

Luca,

you're suspected
of poisoning

everyone on that plane.

That wasn't my fault.

It was last-minute.
I used what I had.

But I knew that the artichoke
wouldn't keep overnight

and that the beet puree
wouldn't reheat well...

Luca, I'm
not talking

about food poisoning.

I'm talking about

batrachotoxin poisoning.

Is that a preservative?

They told me

to prep the food
to fly to D.C. the next day.

You hate to fly.
I wanted to surprise you.

Next thing I know,

I woke up dumped in a motel

with a hangover.

You don't drink!

Someone drugged me.

And now everyone on that plane
is dead and I'm scared.

That's all I know!

Oh...

Okay.

That's what you used
to say to Mom and Dad

when you weren't telling
the whole truth.

What?

"That's all I know."

You lie better
with your hands

than you do
your mouth.

Are you protecting someone?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

He knows sign?

Yeah.

Luca is drawn to...

strays.

Anyone with

a hard-luck case

and a sob story.

He wants to help them.

Isn't that what
you do, Abby?

I look on
the bright side.

That's the same
thing, Abby.

No, it's not.

I look on the bright side,

but I acknowledge the fact
that there is a dark side.

You are just...

all... all...
all sunshine.

I didn't realize there was
someone more positive than Abby.

And it gets him
in trouble.

Especially with women.

Well, I don't need your help.

Pet shelter owner.

Oh. She said they'd have
to put down all of the animals

if I didn't get six
of my friends to invest.

It was a Ponzi scheme.

I try to help people.

And, like I've told Agent Gibbs,

Eva's different.

She's running away
from an abusive husband,

and we connected
in a prayer group at church.

She's honest.

So the guns, the money,

listening device
found in your apartment...

Not mine
and not hers.

Someone's setting me up,
and it's putting her in danger.

That's why you wouldn't talk?

Look, I cook for Jenner Blye,

the most innovative man
in the world.

He's constantly under public
scrutiny, corporate espionage.

I serve dinner,
but I have no idea

what Mr. Blye
discusses over it.

Now, will you help me find Eva
and protect her?

Have you tried calling her?

She mostly calls me.

She changes cell phones a lot.

Do you have a picture?

She won't let me take pictures.

Just in case her ex
ever comes around.

Okay, so does she have,

um,

say, a... last name?

Yeah,

she definitely
took advantage of him.

Sounds like it.

Someone wants to steal
tech secrets from Jenner Blye,

and they bug
his personal chef.

Yeah. The chef may not
be in the meeting,

but he's in the house.

Poor Luca.

Oh.

You, uh, been used in
a relationship, there, Tony?

Or vice versa?

No comment.

Wounds are still fresh?

You follow up on the rest
of little brother's story?

Yes, and it checks out.

Motel owner said
he saw him leave the place.

Seemed out of it.
He was missing a shoe.

We figure Eva took out Luca

and then put the mystery man
in his place.

Are we sure this woman
stayed at Luca's place?

Said she's been crashing
for the last two weeks.

Who stays at someone's house
for two weeks

and doesn't leave any
fingerprints or hair?

This woman didn't
want to be identified.

I don't know why.

She cute.

You found a picture?

Not exactly.

Hmm.

You can use this?

We use artist sketches
all the time.

And those are just from
witnesses' memories.

This artist had the subject
right in front of him.

It's a cartoon, Abby.

Yeah, it exaggerates
key features.

I just have
to pull them back.

And because I know what
Luca actually looks like,

I have a baseline for how
the artist exaggerates.

Ah.
It works.

Of course it works.
Well, who is she?

I'm looking for
database matches right now.

That was fast.
That was, like, super fast.

Well, that's good, right?
Not really.

Eva's in four different
agency databases.

Make that five.

Including ours.

Why?

Because Eva Azarova
works for

Russian Diplomatic Counselor
Anton Pavlenko.

Are you sure?

She doesn't have
an accent.

CIA, NSA, Homeland
and Interpol

all have aliases
matching her description.

They can't confirm it,
but it's pretty clear

she's a sleeper agent
and she's using you.

Well, she must have
a good reason.

Luca, we've worked
with her boss before.

So he's a good guy, then.

Only when it suits him.

Gibbs, you think
Pavlenko's behind all this?

We're gonna find out.

By finding Eva.

I'm sure she'll explain
everything.

And I'm sure she is
long gone by now.

She would've
called me first.

Hello?

Eva.

You okay?
What's going...

I'm fine, Luca.

She's calling for you.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Agent Gibbs, hello.

Now that NCIS is involved,

no doubt you've found out
who I am

and who I work for.

Yeah. You planning on using
me like you're using Luca?

Now, wait a minute.

Anton told me

you aren't one for small talk.

No. Or cryptic
phone calls.

Things are not always
as they seem.

Really?

Okay.

Tony! Move!

Gibbs told me
to arrest Luca.

It's not about that, yet.

Gibbs is on the phone
with our Russian spy,

and I need to run a trace, fast.

First, her name is Eva.

Second, you can really do that?

If you didn't think
I could do it, Luca,

then why'd you disconnect your
phone while you were in hiding?

You told me
the government can track it.

I didn't know you could.

I am the government.

Mm.

Wow. Cool.

But what happens
when you find her?

Gibbs happens.

Oh, no.

It's not like he just goes out

and shoots spies on the spot.

I haven't heard from
Trent Kort lately.

I'm calling to ask that you not
contact Counselor Pavlenko

via official channels.

That's kind of funny.
It's never official with him.

Lives depend on it, Agent Gibbs.

Then tell me how
to contact him.

You'll figure something out.

Did you get that trace?

Kinda. The call was
digitally rerouted

and then terminated
before I got all the details,

but Eva is
definitely somewhere

on the 700 block of K Street.

That's a lot of doors
to knock on.

Yeah, and it's not like
one of them's gonna have

a sign outside that says
"Russian hangout."

Actually, there is.

Tusovka.

It's a four-star restaurant
known for

borsch with caviar and sour
cream, and for refusing service

to anyone who doesn't
speak Russian.

"Tusovka" is actually
Russian for, uh...

Hangout.
It's probably just a coincidence.

Or it's a trap.

Eva wouldn't do that.

But if she is there, b-be nice!

Please!

Federal agents.

Agent Gibbs.

I am honored
you could join me.

Agent DiNozzo.

Eva-- where is she?

In New Orleans,
where I want her.

This was
a technological ruse.

Clearly my time with NCIS
has rubbed off.

Have a seat.

Please.

Drink?

Talk.

The last time we talked,
I helped you find a killer.

You're looking for repayment?

Hardly.

I'm helping yet again.

That is why we must
meet in secret.

I'm going against my government
and risking my life.

Perhaps when we are finished
here, you'll believe me.

Try me.

The man who took Luca Sciuto's
place on that plane

was one of my agents.

He was going
to represent me

in the meeting with
your Secretary of Defense.

The commander knew there was
a Russian operative on board?

It was his idea.
I can't very well be seen

at the Pentagon these days.

Whoa. Back up.

The murders on the plane.

Not my doing.
Quite the opposite.

I want to save lives.

The meeting in New Orleans.

I arranged it.

Bull.

I'm trying to prevent war.

No matter what you
think of me personally,

don't question that!

That was a gift.

Don't spill.

You need it more than me.

I found out my
government was

planning to steal technology
that Mr. Blye had developed

for the American military.

I spent two days
in New Orleans,

and what I saw...

confirmed everything.

The commander was flying to D.C.
to go public.

Ever heard of...

project Manta Ray?

Its theft could start a war.

We must prevent that, together.

Counselor?

Call an ambulance.

Counselor.

McGEE:
Well, the swabs show

that the vodka bottle was laced
with the neurotoxin.

Gibbs touched
that bottle.

Luckily, it was
only on the cap,

waiting for someone
to open it.

He said he got it as a gift.

From who?

This means he was
telling the truth

about risking his life.

The Russians behind this?

Great. It's the '80s
all over again.

You're right, he jokes
when under stress.

That supposed to be about Zoe?

I heard it got physical.
Yes, it did.

We went to dinner,

decided things really
weren't working out,

agreed to end it and,
uh, say our good-byes.

The next morning.

Hmm.

Consulate's already on their
way to collect the body.

Yes.

Except it's our only clue
as to where Pavlenko's been

and what Manta Ray
actually is.

Yes.

Okay. Good talk.

I told you Eva was good.

We don't know
that for sure.

You just said the guy she was
working with was helping.

Yeah, but she
could've killed him.

The case is still open.

You're going after her.

We are going after whoever
murdered these people.

It wasn't her.

After the last two days,
how can you say that?

Innocent until proven guilty.

You taught me that.

Mom and Dad, too.

Yeah, three years ago,

when you told me we were
adopted, it all made sense.

It's why we are
who we are,

you and me.

Our family takes people in,
helps them, sight unseen.

And I need you to accept me.

Sunshine, unicorn farts and all.

This place has good fries,
but the coffee's crap.

Do not say that to
Gibbs.

Stop trying to protect me.

I'm getting on a plane
back home first thing tomorrow.

What?

Why?

You could still be in danger.

Luca?

Are you in love with Eva?

Please stay out of it.

And please stop worrying.

Want answers.
Body's our best bet.

Can't ever be easy, can it?

No.

Well, then I guess...

bring it on.

Van's already on the way to you.

Think we better stick
to country roads, Doctor.

Yeah, well, we may have to take
a couple of freeways.

This is so exciting!

Absconding to New Orleans

under the cover of night.

Yeah, the only thing we have to
decide is when to stop for tea.

Whoa!

Doctor.

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That's Russian, I think
they want us to get out.

Very observant, Mr. Palmer.

Okay, hey, the guns
are unnecessary, all right?

I am a complete
physical coward.

What exactly are
you looking for?

I-I'm not a threat.

It is my duty to inform you

that this van
is the property of NCIS,

and you're committing
a federal offense

by... by searching...

I don't think they care, Doctor.

Diplomatic.

Thanks, I was trying to
strike a discreet tone.

No, Mr. Palmer, the plates
on their SUV were diplomatic.

Yeah, fair to say Jethro's
little ruse is working.

♪ ♪

Bishop, I heard you were
coming on a secret mission.

Yeah, this town is
ridiculous to drive in.

What's up with
the no left turns?

Well, it's bad luck.

But yours is good,
just in time for breakfast.

No time.

You need to take me
to Dr. Wade.

I come bearing gifts.

You could have just
brought bagels.

Who says I didn't?

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x12♪
Sister City, Part II
Original Air Date on January 5, 2016

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Pavlenko was just
in New Orleans.

Need to know why.

Gibbs figures
his body holds a clue.

So you shanghaied his
body and drove all night.

That's badass, Bishop.

Nerve-racking.

Sure I'd be pulled over
by highway patrol.

Had no idea how to explain the
dead Russian diplomat in my van.

Wouldn't be the weirdest
thing they ever saw.

Not by far.

Hi, Dr. Wade.

Special Agent Bishop,
what a surprise.

Uh, I wasn't alerted
of any homicides this morning.

Technically,
he died last night.

Well, sad news to be sure,
but this is highly irregular.

It's a medical examiner's job

to secure the body, transfer it
from the crime scene.

Chain of custody to consider.

Well, chain of custody
doesn't really apply here.

Does Dwayne know about this?

Package has been received.

We'll hopefully have
some answers soon.

Problems?

Loretta was not to thrilled.

How'd the director take it?

Oh,
you don't want to know.

'Cause if you did tell him,

he'd be required
to inform the Russians.

Well, Russians
are already pissed.

Their attaché's not only dead
but missing.

I'd be pissed, too.

So where does that
leave us, Gibbs?

Other than on the brink
of an international incident?

Well, we got five bodies
to consider...

Jenner Blye's airplane.

Yeah, Pavlenko's our only link.

His body might hold the answer.

And before he died,
he was here in New Orleans

at a secret meeting with
our tech billionaire, Blye.

And he's missing,
and he's probably dead.

Yeah.

Meeting was about Manta Ray?

DoD compartmented project?

Not anymore.

I spoke to SecDef.

He read me in.

And you're next.

Bishop?

Hey, Brody.

Had to come back from the
morgue, do some Russia research.

Oh, I'm sitting on
your desk, aren't I?

That's okay, stay comfortable,
make yourself at home.

I'll-I'll brew you
a cup of green tea.

Okay, hold on.

What's up?

Nothing.

I'm gonna make
your tea.

Mm.

You know, don't you?

You know about my divorce.

Uh, McGee may have let
it slip on the phone,

but I will not
say a word.

Morning.

Bishop, right?

I'm Sonja Percy.

Ah, the other new girl.

It's nice
to finally meet you.

Oh, and sorry
about your divorce.

I may have let
it slip once.

Okay.
Ellie.

Hey.

Hey, how you doing?
Good.

Good, good.

Listen, when
the case is done,

we're gonna head
over to Sal's,

crawfish and beer,

and we'll sort
this all out.

Maybe twice?

All right,
project Manta Ray

from Blye Industries.

Next generation warship,

undetectable by radar,

able to deliver
missile payload

anywhere in the world.
Never heard of it.

'Cause it never
got off the ground.

Shelved a year ago, too costly.

Well, someone's killing for it.

Best guess: Russian government.

One suspect in particular,

Eva Azarova, GRU sleeper agent
trained as a special operative.

Been in New Orleans
the last six months,

gathering Intel on Jenner Blye
and probably Manta Ray.

May have killed Pavlenko and
the others after they found out

what she was doing for
the Russian government.

If she doesn't want
to be found, she won't be.

Well, one person
who can help us.

Luca?

Agent Pride.

Been too long.

You expecting anyone?

No.

I'm all alone.

I join you?

Sure.

I'll take a dozen.

Abby put a tracking device
in my shoe, didn't she?

It's like college
all over again.

No, she just figured after
two days away from home,

you'd want oysters.

You've wasted your time.

I have no idea
where Eva is.

She came in five minutes ago.

She's in the ladies'.

No back exit.

Only way out's
through the front.

Agent Pride, is it?

Have a seat.

I'm not staying.

Like to ask you some questions.

About what?

Six murders.

Possibly a seventh.

Including your
boss, Pavlenko.

I haven't killed anyone.

Then you won't mind coming in.

I do mind.

And if you don't tell
your agents to stop moving,

I will start shooting.

Whoa, Eva,
where'd that gun come from?

It's all right, Luca.

If she was gonna shoot, she
would have done it already.

You don't want a scene,
and neither do I.

I haven't hurt anyone yet,
and I don't want to start now,

so just let me go in peace.

Afraid I can't do that.

Oysters are up.

Look, the food's here.

Let's eat,

and-and just figure
something out.

Luca...

...let your faith be bigger
than your fear.

Yeah, that's a good
idea, Luca.

Let's eat, okay?

Come on.

Hold Luca here.

Am I under arrest?

Not at the moment.

Then I'm free to go.

Didn't say that either.

We found weapons, cash,

and recording devices
in your house.

Now you're helping
a suspected murderer.

Eva's my friend.

Come on now, Luca.

Eva's a spy.

She pretended
to be your friend.

She seduced you,

she drugged you,

she dumped you
in a roadside motel.

You're just like Abby.

So untrusting.

Untrusting is the last word
I would ever use

to describe your sister.

Go on, eat, kid.

Can't eat that.

Bread's no good.

Fresh baked.
From the store.

I apologize for not
baking it myself.

Been kind of busy keeping
you out of trouble.

Luca...

I need your help.

Need to know

how to find Eva
and bring her in.

Dwayne, I know it looks bad.

I get that Eva isn't everything,

or even anything,
that she claimed to be,

but I also know
that she's good inside.

I won't help you trap her,

no matter what
you're gonna do to me.

What I'm gonna do to you...

I'm gonna keep you here...

...so you don't get hurt.

You can think about
everything I just said,

however...

...I'm the least
of your worries.

Hello, Dwayne?
Abby.

Please tell me
my brother's there.

Yeah, he's right here.

What you got, Miss Loretta?

“What we know is not much.

What we don't
know is enormous.”

How's that now?

Pierre-Simon
de Laplace.

Is he our suspect?

No, Christopher.

He's a French astronomer,
died in 1827.

Those were
his last words.

“Now comes the mystery.”

Oh, I'm afraid
I don't know that one.

Henry Ward Beecher,

a social reformer
and abolitionist.

Well played, Ducky.

How about our victim,
is he telling you anything?

Uh, not much.

But I can confirm
Mr. Pavlenko's death

was caused by a very
powerful neurotoxin.

Batrachotoxin, to be precise.

Same as the five bodies
on the plane.

Well, it doesn't seem
like that was worth

all the smoke and mirrors

to sneak him down here,
just for that.

Patience, Agent Lasalle.

Dr. Wade isn't finished.

Yes, there's
something else.

Mosquitos.

Louisiana state bird.

Oh, he has at least a dozen
of these bites

on his ankles and arms.

And judging by the inflammation,
recently acquired.

I've taken samples

and given them to Sebastian
to analyze.

“I drank what?”

Socrates'
last words,

right after drinking hemlock.

We're not doing that anymore,

are we?

Okay, well, I'm processing
the blood samples

that I've gotten so far.

Mosquitos can sometimes leave
microscopic traces behind.

Theoretically,
a biological GPS.

So these bites can tell us
where Pavlenko's been?

Well, when do
we get the results?

Oh.

That'd be now.

Sebastian did an analysis

on Pavlenko's bug bites.

Came back with a full spectrum

of the little critter's
ecosystem--

bacteria, plant life,

and some other stuff.

Points to a single
geographic area

in the wetlands, hundred miles
outside of New Orleans.

Well, what's the Russian
attaché doing in the boonies?

Sightseeing?
No.

This is a protected habitat.

Some sort of rare turtle.

No people allowed.

However, I was able
to call in a favor to the NSA

and get the most recent
satellite images.

What am I looking at?

Park ranger station?

Not that far into the wetlands,

an unmanned research facility

set up to monitor the ecosystem.

Owned and operated
by Blye Industries.

And according
to thermal imaging...

...there's someone in there.

♪ ♪

Whoa!

Jenner Blye?

In the flesh.

NCIS Agents Pride
and Lasalle.

You alone?
Yeah.

You got a lot of people
lookin' for you.

We gotta get you to safety.

Not going anywhere.

Your life is in danger.

Not the first time.

- You don't understand.
- But I do.

I know exactly what kind
of danger I'm in.

What happened
to the people on my plane.

It's why I'm
staying here

until you
sort it out.

I got water, food...

Nothing to worry about.

Hey. Hey.

Jenner's been through
a terrible ordeal.

Just spoke with his doctor.

He has some sort of

neurotoxin in his blood system.

He's lucky to be alive.

He may have permanent
paralysis in his left leg.

He needs his rest.

We understand that,

but we just need to ask him
a few questions.

You're gonna
have to wait.

Back it up, Huxley.

Boys saved my life.

Let 'em ask their questions.

Want to tell us

about Manta Ray?

Project we started for the Navy.

Something special,
something different.

So, of course, DoD decided
to scrap the project.

Don't be cynical, Dalton.

DoD gave us the green light

to create a modified version

of the ship

for commercial use.

Non-weaponized.

Sold it to a Norwegian company
for oil exploration.

How do Russians figure in?

Backstrum Drull.

A shell corporation
created in Moscow

to buy foreign technology
otherwise unavailable to them.

Norwegian national police
raided Backstrum Drull's

factory early this morning.

No sign of the ship at all.

Manta Ray may already be built
and at sea.

Russians were able
to trick Blye Industries

into giving up Manta Ray.

Then, when their plot
was exposed,

they tried to kill
anyone in the know.

One Russian has had access
to all of our victims.

Eva Azarova.

Not just a spy, but an assassin.

If assassinating anyone

with knowledge of the plot
was Eva's goal,

then why stick around?
Why not split?

I don't know. Maybe, uh...

the job's not done.

Commander Lively and Pavlenko
met at Jenner Blye's house.

Who else was there?

That'd be me.

I was cooking that night.

Come on.

Don't hold anything back.

Hold what back?

Tell it to me straight.

All the gory details.
I can handle it.

Sebastian, what are
you talking about?

And what are you doing?

Huh? Oh, h-hold on.

I got Dr. Mallard here.
He's talking me through

the effects of
the batrachotoxin.

My glove ripped
while I was handling

the evidence from
Jenner Blye's cabin.

Do you have any
hand sanitizer?

Sebastian, if you've had contact
with batrachotoxin,

hand sanitizer
will do you no good.

Oh, man. That bad, huh?

All right, well,
tell me the truth.

Does it look like my nervous
system is shutting down?

Considering
you're not convulsing,

I think you'll be okay.

Now move away from my closet.

I don't want
Hurricane Sebastian

blowing through
my shelves again.

Oh, no, Dr. Mallard.

I wasn't blowing
through anything.

I was anxiously sifting,
if we're going to put a label..

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

What is it?

Oh, man, some kind of

interference in the Bluetooth.

Ooh. It gets worse as I get
closer to the freezers.

Ah...

It's a listening device
and a transmitter

hidden inside an implant.

Mandibular 19,
to be exact.

And it's operating?

Means someone's been listening
to every word said in autopsy.

Now they know Pavlenko's
body is here.

So much for
off the books.

Yeah, but if it's the Russians,

why haven't they come
to claim their body?

Espionage, Sebastian.

He's more valuable
in our custody...

where they can monitor
everything we say.

That's all right.

We can use this
to draw them in.

Sebastian...

You up for a road trip?

Man, gotta hand it
to them Russians.

They OG with their tradecraft.

Man had a transmitter
hidden in his tooth

and he probably
didn't even know it.

Can you trace the signal?

Oh, I got in on
their frequency right away.

Triangulation is a bit trickier.

If it was one of ours,

it would the size
of a fleck of dust

that could be monitored
from halfway around the world.

Man, I'd be all over that thing.

But it's one of theirs.

Old school, right?

Yeah, Ruskies, they still
analog in the digital world.

That's that Kruschev
five-year plan mess.

Wait. I think I found
the origin of the signal.

It's here, in New Orleans.

Brighton House, huh?

Not exactly cloak-and-dagger.

More like
gin and tonic.

But Patton backtraced the
transmitter signal to here.

Yo, is that dubstep?

Uh, you have to excuse Yanov.

His taste in music
is atrocious.

And you are?

Paulina Kurteva.

GRU.

Well, actually, Dwayne,

I work in
the diplomatic corps now.

And you two know each other?

We worked the same case.

A crooked Marine embassy guard

took advantage
of a naive Russian woman

who worked for
the Foreign Service.

Close.

My Marine was the victim.

Your “naive woman”

was a honey trap.

Agree to disagree.

We need to talk, Paulina.

The last time you and I talked

was at a Turkish
coffeehouse

and you recorded
the entire conversation.

You can check me for a wire.

Let's walk.

Tell me about
Anton Pavlenko.

Very sad state of affairs.

Complicated by the fact

that your agency
misplaced his body.

You know exactly
where Pavlenko is.

It's the reason
you're in New Orleans.

I am in New Orleans
for rest and relaxation.

Your men,
their tattoos...

Russian Special Forces.

Even soldiers
deserve a break.

And Eva Azarova?

I don't know that name.

Should I?

You haven't been using listening
devices, now, have you, Paulina?

Now that would be considered
an act of espionage.

Yeah, that's right.

Only this time,
it'd be me arresting you.

However, here I am,

enjoying a Bloody Mary

and not a handcuff
in sight.

Not yet.

From what I can tell,
it's Russian.

The microcircuitry
is primitive.

Yeah, and since
it's spy tech,

there's probably
no serial number.

Do you think
it's still on?

No, Patton said that
he redirected the...

...redirected the signal

to control the
transmission, but...

you know,
better safe than sorry.

Spent the whole flight
just repeating stuff

I read in Jack Ryan novels.

So how's my brother?

Uh, I haven't seen him.

Been at the lab,
and he's being detained at NCIS.

“Detained”?

Like a prisoner?

Uh, no. No, no, no, no.

Just in the sense that,
you know, he can't leave,

uh, or do anything

and-and has to be monitored.

Luca just doesn't get it.

He could be in real trouble
here and go to real jail.

All because of some
girl he met at church

and he thinks he can save.

You should tell him
that, Abby.

I can't.

He won't answer
my phone calls or my texts

or my e-mails.

A serial number.

On the tooth?!

On the tooth.

How'd it go?

Pride saw an old friend today.

Friend's a word for it.

Uh, did you know Pride got
arrested in Moscow once?

Been arrested in a lot
of interesting places, Sonja.

Other than that,
did the Russians spill?

Didn't expect 'em to.

My man. My man,
my man, my man.

Talk to me.
Did a good job, brother.

Did good how?

Oh, I put a program
in Pride's phone

that allowed me to clone
any other cell phone

it comes
in contact with.

And it worked?
Like a charm.

I'm imbedded in one
of those Russian phones.

Brody and Bishop are following
the Russians as we speak,

picking up every word
they're saying.

♪ ♪

Can't listen
to any more of this.

Driving around for 45 minutes,

and Boris won't shut up
about his girlfriend.

I think his name is Ilya.

Boris is the one
with the shaved head.

Mm.

Listen, if you
need to talk

about your divorce...
I don't.

Okay.

I get it.

We barely know each other.

It's your personal
business.

I'll stay out of it.

Everyone expects me to have
some kind of profound feeling,

like the earth's moved and
my world's changed overnight,

but the truth is
it doesn't feel any different.

I'm still me,
Jake is still Jake.

We just aren't together anymore,

and that's sad but also right.

Wow.

I feel better.

Thank you for that.

Anytime.

♪ ♪

Brody.

Clear.

Another one.

Got a third.

They got away.

What is that delicious smell?

Osso buco, for you.

Oh, I'm a...
Vegan, I know.

So is this.

Made with carrots
instead of veal.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Mmm. That's good.

I got some of the regular stuff
for Special Agent Bishop.

Oh, she's heading
back to DC,

briefing the director

on all the trouble
your girlfriend's causing.

Not my girlfriend.

I mean, I want her to be.

But there's complications,
as you know.

Okay, stop, just stop.

I-I know, I get it.

She lied to me,
but underneath...

Are more lies.

Look.

I know you want to believe her,

but you got to accept the fact

that Eva is not
who you think she is.

That's not how faith works.

You don't choose
to have it sometimes

and not have it others.

That's some church talk.

Maybe.

Doesn't make me wrong.

I used to do
what Eva does.

Worked undercover.

Convinced a lot of people

of a lot of things.

She's wanted by us

and her own people.

There's nothing more
you can do for her now.

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

Last time we were together
in a room like this...

I was on the other side
of the table.

And the thermostat wasn't
working correctly,

if I recall.

This is gonna be good.

Look at that
body language.

Figured that was just an old
GRU interrogation technique.

Oh, I have a subtler
touch, Dwayne.

I recall.

Times change, though.

For instance, I see you
are no longer married.

♪ ♪

That's the past.

What the hell?

Tell me what
happened today.

My men were killed in a tragic
and unfortunate incident.

In Eva Azarova's apartment.

As attaché for
the Russian government,

I have full diplomatic
immunity.

I'll leave now.

No, Paulina, you won't.

The Russian government
has been involved

in an operation
to steal U.S. Navy secrets.

Project Manta Ray.

That's an absurd accu...

Don't play games.

Anton Pavlenko, a member of your
consulate, exposed the plot.

He and five others
were assassinated,

probably by Eva Azarova,
your agent.

Neither I nor my people
took part in any murders.

I may be many
things, Dwayne...

You are, Paulina.

Have a seat.

Eva was working directly
for Counselor Pavlenko.

She was assigned
to a sensitive matter.

Spying on Jenner Blye.

In the last few days, we started
to question Pavlenko's loyalty.

Because you were listening
to every word he said.

Who's telling the story here?

Sorry.

Continue.

I was dispatched to examine
the matter more closely.

We called Eva in,
but she never responded.

She's off the reservation?

Work with me.

We'll bring her back together,

get some answers.

No, I'm perfectly capable

of keeping my own house
in order.

Really?

'Cause by my count,
you're down by five.

I haven't lost anyone.

What the hell happened?

He kicked through the back
window and jumped over the wall.

Probably on his way
to find Eva.

Who's probably gonna
try to kill him.

I've already put
a BOLO out.

Patton's monitoring his
cell phone and credit cards.

We're hitting
the streets.

He won't get far, King.

Yeah, that's all
well and good,

but there's still one thing
we need to do.

Somebody's got
to tell Abby.

♪ ♪

He did what?!

How could you let this happen?!

I... I-I didn't.

I-I was here with
you, remember?

Solving crime, tracking
Russian dentists.

It's just, I drew the
short straw on this,

so I had to be the
one to tell you.

Luca has almost been killed,
like, three times in two days.

Yeah, and everyone's working
really hard to get him back.

That's not good
enough, Sebastian.

Um...

What... what are you doing?

Breathing exercises.

Trying to find serenity.

And it's not working.

If something happens to him,
I will never forgive myself.

I shouldn't have let
him go back there.

I can't lose him.

Well, you-you haven't.

It's like, um...

It's like Schrodinger's cat.

Okay?

Cat's in
the box, right?

Could be dead, could be alive,

but as long as you
don't open that box,

your brother's still alive.

That's a horrible analogy.

I know, I'm sorry, I just...
I'm not very good at analogies.

Or physics.

But look, look,
you-you would know

if something bad
happened, right?

Like with that plane.

You just, you knew
that Luca was all right.

Like he was sending you signals.

Right.

Signals.

Yeah.

Transmitter.

It's the teeth,
Sebastian, the teeth.

Oh.

Takes more than a cup
of tea to warm me up.

But you haven't
tasted it yet.

I'm gonna do something
nice for you.

You can do something
nice for me.

What am I looking at?

Your associate's teeth.

Take a close look.

Specifically, mandibular 19.

Implants.

Each implant contains
a transmitter.

Jam, right?

You remember.

Pavlenko had one, too.

It's how you tracked him
to New Orleans,

listened to his conversations.

We traced the implants
to a dentist

in Moscow
who's making a tidy profit

servicing members of the GRU.

You probably been to him.

Oh, these teeth are all mine.

No implants.

It's Eva we want.

She's the one
with blood on her hands.

She's not done.

And she has an implant,
doesn't she?

All I want is Eva's location.

Give us the frequency

of her transmitter.

We'll work together on this.

And when it's done,
you can go home.

Took you long enough.

“Let your faith be bigger
than your fear.”

Said it at the oyster bar.

And you said it
to me right here,

the first time
that we kissed.

You have a lot
to explain to me, Eva.

They're saying
things about you.

I wish I could deny them.

It's true?

Yes.

And I want to apologize,
for what I've done,

and for what
I'm about to do.

What is it?

What are you about to do?

I knew that you would
follow me here.

Even if it put you in danger.

Even if everyone told
you that I was a killer.

But I'm taking
advantage,

because I knew that he
would follow you here, too.

He's been tracking you.

Who are you talking about?

Luca, listen, I...

Eva Azarova.

Hands where we can
see them, okay?

Luca,

step away from her.

Luca, down, down! Get down!

Move! Down! Down!

Brody, Lasalle,
you got eyes on the shooter?

You got a location?

Yeah, he's on the balcony,
black hat.

Pride, it's Huxley.

Yeah, I got him.

Eva, stop!

♪ ♪

Huxley!

Put it down.

Time to come in, Eva.

Can you explain
why Blake Huxley,

Jenner Blye's security chief,
was trying to kill you?

Technically, he was
trying to kill Luca.

Because Luca was
the last person alive

who attended a secret meeting
at Jenner Blye's house--

a meeting about your people
stealing our technology.

I have no people anymore.

You proved that

by killing
three Russian security agents.

That was Huxley, too.

Luca might believe
you're just a casualty here;

I'm gonna need convincing.

I know who's
behind that glass.

And if I talk to you, she
puts me away for treason.

And if I don't talk...

I put you away for espionage.

A woman without a country.

But not without friends.

“Let your faith be bigger
than your fear,” right?

Luca risked a lot for you.

He supported you
when no one else would.

At the very least,

you might want to earn
his high regard here.

Pavlenko was my mentor.

He taught me that our work
was more than just spy games.

Human lives on the line.

Oh...

So he had you seduce Luca...

gather intelligence
on Jenner Blye,

for human lives?

Yes, actually.

Pavlenko learned
that our government had stolen

the Manta Ray designs.

I was confirming it.

The operation backfired.

People started dying.

But you didn't run.

I needed to learn
who killed Pavlenko,

make it right.

But they were on
me, every moment.

Well, you, uh...

you might want to consider
getting a new dentist.

Transmitter.

Mandibular 19.

This is how I've lived
my entire life.

Not as a person, but as a tool.

But Luca sees me differently.

So you used Luca as bait.

Yes.

In order to save his life.

Otherwise, eventually,
Huxley would have murdered him.

Why?

Why did Blake Huxley
want everybody silenced?

He serving the Russians, too?

He's serving somebody.

Mr. Blye.

Special Agent Lasalle.

Spare a moment of your time?

Still learning to move with
the paralysis in my left side.

If I stop, I might
topple over.

Lean on me.

According to your
flight manifest,

says you're heading
to Venezuela.

They have a growing
shipping industry, new markets.

And a complicated
extradition to the States.

Pavlenko came to you
and your people,

warning that
the Russians tricked you

into selling them Manta Ray.

But it wasn't a trick, was it?

Watch yourself.

You just accused me of treason.

Also accusing you of
ordering your man Huxley

to commit at least six murders.

Are you arresting me?

I'm a sick man,
need medical attention.

That's 'cause
you poisoned yourself.

You wanted us to find
you in that cabin.

What do you want?

Other than a
full confession?

How to locate
the Manta Ray.

You okay?

Yeah. It looks
worse than it is.

They're letting me
say good-bye before I go.

You should run.

She should not, Luca.

Thank you for believing in me.

I always will.

You're a good man.

Call your sister.

Luca.
Abby.

Where are you?
Why haven't you...

We need to talk.

Assuming I'm free to go.

You are, Paulina.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

Don't think so.

Hmm? My compatriot, huh?

There she is.

She is coming with me.

Uh, hold up.

Uh, might be
a slight misunderstanding.

She can't go with you just yet.

DoD needs to debrief her.

Could take a
couple of months,

maybe longer.

You know how
bureaucracy is.

I won't even pretend
to be surprised, Dwayne.

Well...

Until next time.

What she just say?

I don't know.
She was whispering.

Don't look at me.
I don't speak Russian.

Thank you.

Sonja's gonna get you up to DC.

Meet with Special Agent Gibbs.

Stay out of trouble.

Huh. Gibbs.

Nice of you to call.

D-Man.

Good job on Jenner Blye.

Team effort, yours and mine.

Just like that Miami op?

Well, little less paperwork.

Any luck tracking the Manta Ray?

Well, I hear it's about
to hit an iceberg.

Good.

Didn't even cause
an international incident.

Unlike the Miami op.

Until next time.

“Laissez Les bons
temps rouler”"

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