NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 14 - Father's Day - full transcript
Pride and Mayor Douglas are abducted from their respective Mardi Gras events and held captive by a mysterious assailant.
♪ Pump it up ♪
♪ Feel it ♪
♪ Pump it up! ♪
That's right, my friends,
it's Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday!
Time to cut it loose,
get the Devil out ya!
I want to send
a big shout-out
to my man, our host
this evening, Mayor Hamilton.
Come on up here,
Mr. Mayor!
Hey!
Here he is--
John Cleary!
How you doing?
Yeah!
All right, well, you know,
New York has New Year's Eve.
And Boston's St. Pat's
has its charms.
But no one,
no one
knows how to party
like we do.
Am I right?
New Orleans!
John Cleary!
Tom, you are a lucky man.
You're my chief of staff
and you're married to
this divine creature.
Huh?
Oh, Mr. Mayor,
you are too kind.
Mm-hmm.
The city loves you, Doug.
Ah...
Now, that is some dress.
Devils only night.
Hmm.
Well, like Oscar Wilde
always said:
"I can resist everything
except... temptation."
♪ We got a whole lot of soul ♪
♪ Yeah, oh, a little love... ♪
Is that a new one?
Yes, ma'am.
Just make sure
he's back in an hour
to shake the parade king's hand.
Copy that.
MONO's taking a breather.
My people keep a room for me.
It's right over there.
Oh...
Where's the sin in that?
Mmm!
A dare?
Ooh, I like you.
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Don't be so cruel ♪
♪ Oh, oh... ♪
Man, it's a good thing
you done up in here,
opening up the Tru-tone.
Oh, thanks, man.
Had to breathe some life
back into the place
for my mama.
Oh, she'd really be proud of you.
Thanks.
Hey, King, there's a guy
out back that needs you
to sign for a liquor delivery?
Thanks.
Excuse me?
We got it for you.
I know you got it
for me.
Let's keep this party going.
Let's get down and dirty
up in here.
One, two, three, oh!
Hello?
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x14 ♪
Father's Day
Original Air Date on February 9, 2016
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♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
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♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Dwayne?
Dwayne?
Hamilton?
Dwayne...
So...
some party, huh?
Got a feeling the party's
just getting started.
- Happy grand opening, King!
- Happy grand opening, Pride!
Oh, he's gonna
just love it.
Where's Patton?
He's supposed to bring
the King Cake from Randazzo's.
Called.
Late. Ah...
Finding that little baby
inside the King Cake, yet
another New Orleans tradition
that I love!
Right?
It's so sweet.
Only Mardi Gras
didn't start in New Orleans.
It started in Alabama.
Shut up.
Yeah the lore is Mobile had
the big parties and big floats
way before New Orleans.
"The lore"?
Dead Marine
and a wounded security guard
at Landon Court Hotel.
Mayor's Soirée is there tonight.
Well, my invitation must've
gotten lost in the mail.
Clearly.
Yeah, streets are packed.
Be easier to walk.
I'll get Pride and
meet you guys there.
Just like to go
on record as saying
this is not my kind of party.
Well, whoever you are,
all hell is coming in here.
The mayor...
...and a Fed?
That is,
that is some poor planning, son.
Poor planning.
I'm not sure about that.
Something like this
takes time.
Coordination.
Oh, the girl in
the red dress.
"Girl"?
She's your partner, wasn't she?
What's the matter-- these
digs too low-brow for her?
Is that it?
She's a... constituent.
Wanted a private meeting.
Is there some way
you'd like us to address you?
You got a name?
What the hell, Dwayne?
Hey, Pride?
Pride?
He put up a fight.
Right about where
your loafers are now.
The man who dropped this?
I busk for tips.
Mardi Gras
is my busiest night.
I was just taking a break
when I saw this guy in a mask
hit him with that,
and then shove him in a car.
You get a license plate?
See anyone near the body?
Any witnesses?
No, and the deceased
was working for hotel security.
Moonlighting for the
mayor's event, but he--
he's not one of ours.
And you are?
Kelly Grace.
Mayor's press secretary.
This is Tom Bujei, Chief of
Staff and Brad Curry is--
Brad Curry,
Mayor's Deputy Counsel.
I'm the one
who contacted the Feds.
Hang on, Brad, okay,
we have bigger problems--
The problem is lying right
in there, Tom-- the dead Marine.
Okay, everyone
just take a step back.
Look, Mr. Curry, tell the
security to lock down the hotel.
No one in or out.
Thank you.
Ms. Loretta?
Uh, it's military I.D.
He's Corporal Jason Alex,
stationed at Bell Chase.
Cause of death?
Whatever was in this.
Might be the same thing
that drugged Officer Tate.
Officer Tate,
can you tell me
what happened?
I saw the woman in
the red dress run by.
I went back to find MONO.
And I felt a sharp
pain in my neck.
"MONO"?
Mayor of New Orleans.
That's his phone.
I recognize the ringtone.
The mayor's phone?
Yes, it's his.
He's missing.
Hello?
We think he may have
been kidnapped.
Wait--
Brody, what?
What is it?
Pride's been taken, too.
What did we do?
Don't know.
Maybe nothing.
Well, either way...
a lot of folks love us, so...
they must've noticed
that we're gone.
What?
Mardi Gras?
Oh.
So...
I mean, what is
the camera for?
What is that?
Unless, I mean,
Do you think
it's-it's terrorism?
Is it terrorism?
Mr. Mayor, you--
It's terrorism, isn't it?
Hey!
Hey, so is that why you have
D-man out here with me, huh?
Douglas...
Two of us?
Are you a damn terrorist?
Are you
a damn terrorist?!
Calm down.
I got a lot of rich friends.
Lot of rich friends.
Just tell us what you want.
Sir?
Why are we here?
To confess.
All right, Patton,
what do we got?
Wait, just wait.
Okay, can't wait.
Pride's been kidnapped,
the mayor's been kidnapped.
Cats and dogs--
know what I mean?
Well, who's watching the bar?
A silver-painted man
and about a hundred
of Pride's closest friends.
Cats and dogs?
Okay.
The mayor and an NCIS agent
get kidnapped on Mardi Gras.
This is too much
of a coincidence.
Maybe someone trying
to send a message?
I dumped Pride's phone.
No threatening calls.
I checked with
FBI, Homeland.
No terror threats or chatter.
Someone they both know then?
Maybe-maybe a suspect
from a past case.
I'll pull old cases
and cross-reference them
with Hamilton.
All right,
my-my silver-painted friend
said he saw a gray Ford sedan,
license plate TSJ.
Track it, wide BOLO.
Roads, highways, airports.
Okay, I'm on it.
I called the FBI for support.
They're at least an hour out,
'cause of traffic.
Wait, if they can't get in,
then maybe our-our kidnapper
wasn't able to get out.
Cracking street cams.
Looking for this gray sedan.
It's gonna take some time.
Okay, we don't have time.
First hour of a kidnapping
is crucial.
It's when things
can go from bad to worse.
You don't think I know this?
We're gonna find him.
Anyone claim responsibility?
Any ransom demands?
The only calls
are from the press.
They want to talk to the mayor
before he shakes
the parade king's hand.
Which is less
than an hour away.
So it would be
great to resolve this
sooner than later.
Look, I'm sorry,
but it's a big deal.
Curry, you're deputy counsel?
Know of any claims
against the mayor?
Anyone who's angry?
No, and what makes you think
this isn't about your guy?
Well, we can debate
character later.
All right, our best chance
is to find this girl.
Do any of you know her?
Talk to her?
God, no!
She knew just where
to take him.
No surveillance in that alcove.
There's a service entrance
nearby.
Ms. Loretta?
You still here?
It's Mardi Gras.
My police escort
needs a police escort
to help me get
Corporal Alex to the morgue.
But, while I wait,
you see this swelling
and rigidity around the eyes?
Could be a reaction to
the drug he was given.
We find out what kind of drug,
and we figure out
who had access to it.
I'll get it to Sebastian,
get him started.
Thank you.
Keep me posted.
Got something!
I think this is MONO's girl.
See the chick in the coat?
Red sequins,
that's her.
Good.
All right, we'll take the ballroom.
Your team has the floors.
I'll get this over to Patton,
see if can get an I.D.
Wait!
Best not to involve
too many people.
I mean, we don't want a citywide
panic on Mardi Gras.
Absolutely, we need to keep this
out of the glare of the media
until we know
what we're dealing with.
Hey, do us a favor.
Stop worrying about the PR.
And start worrying about
the mayor and Pride's lives.
Do you think this
is some sort of
weird ritual or something?
It's Mardi Gras-- it's the night
before Ash Wednesday.
Everybody's got to atone.
Timing does seem right.
Well, what are we supposed
to be confessing to?
I mean, who is this guy, anyway?
Is he some drug dealer
that you pissed off?
Is he a spy or something?
Not sure he's an NCIS interest.
What is he doing back there?
Douglas? Douglas...
listen to me-- you need
to let me do the talking.
Oh, see, there you go
selling me short again, Dwayne.
People like talking to me.
They tell me a lot of things.
How do you think I became mayor?
The other candidate was flooding
your district with drugs.
Yeah, well, I don't feel like
talking about that right now.
Really?
Yeah--
Shut up!
Time to confess!
Be helpful if you could tell us
what we were guilty of.
What you think we're guilty of.
This is all a joke
to you, isn't it...
Mayor?
Douglas Hamilton,
divorced, two kids--
Max and Sam,
both at Ridgefield Prep.
Agent Dwayne Pride.
Also divorced,
likes to sleep at work.
Daughter Laurel
is at college.
Main dorm, room 23.
What have you done with them?
Easy, Mayor.
Your families are safe for now,
as long as I get what I want.
No.
I want a guarantee.
And I'm not gonna say
a word until I get one!
♪ Now, some things come
and some things go ♪
♪ But there's one thing
that stays for sure... ♪
You think this is a militia?
Maybe Hamilton's
involved somehow?
Well, Patton
didn't find anything.
Has Pride been
telling you something?
Me? Of course not.
You know him better than I do.
Yeah, well,
he talks to you, too.
Look, Pride is gone.
I'm worried, okay?
Yeah, so am I.
On the inside.
♪ ♪
Red sequins, 12:00.
Oh!
Oh!
Federal agents!
Stop!
Put the knife down!
Sure...
What the hell
are they clapping for?
I think the three of us.
We'll be here
every Tuesday night, hey!
Happy Mardi Gras!
You could leave now.
Free us.
We haven't even seen your face.
Don't know who you are.
You want to know who I am?
All right, fine.
Recognize me, Mayor?
But you do,
don't you, Agent Pride?
Mike Spar.
Yeah.
I remember.
You two know each other?
We met when I was
with the sheriff's office.
25 years ago.
Got looped into a NOPD case.
Victim was from my parish.
Had to deliver
the death notification.
My... first time.
"Your wife killed herself."
That's what you said.
I never forgot
you standing there
with that little girl
in your arms.
She's why we're here.
Your daughter?
Stacey grew up thinking
her mom abandoned her.
But we know
that's not the truth.
You and I
both know
that he murdered her.
This has got to be some mistake.
Agent Pride
may have been involved
in whatever you think happened.
But not me.
I was in law school
25 years ago!
Yes, and an alumni
of Sigma Eta Omicron Fraternity!
They had a Mardi Gras party
at the Alastair Hotel!
Party your wife attended
the night she died.
I remember.
Of course you do.
You were part of the cover-up.
That's you.
You were part of
the investigation.
You were there.
I was called to the scene
of a suicide.
Told a woman
with a history of depression
had used a frat party
as a means to end it all.
I...
"I accept
"or reject a hypothesis
based on evidence."
Scientist's creed.
Should be a cop's, too.
Witness statements
from five
of Hamilton's
fraternity brothers.
"Patricia acted crazy.
"Threatened she would
kill herself.
Was alone when she jumped."
Familiar names.
Yeah, they've
all been appointed
positions in Hamilton's
administration!
You think I killed your wife,
because I did a couple
of frat buddies some favors?
You were on the guest list!
But the cops
never interviewed you!
He never interviewed you.
Because I wasn't there!
And I'm sorry to say this,
but it sounds like
your wife had some issues.
No, that is not true.
Doug...
Doug, take it easy!
No, I'm saying--
Look, it's the type of thing
that would force people
to make a bad decision!
I stayed at home
with a baby,
so she could go out
with friends,
do some networking.
It was Mardi Gras.
I said, "Go, have some fun."
You know?
And then you showed up
at my door.
What are you thinking, Mike?
I'm tired of playing games.
I know my rights.
I'm not saying anything.
Angela Goodwin.
Priors include possession
and solicitation.
You're stepping it up
to conspiracy,
kidnapping, assault
with a deadly weapon,
murder?
He said it was a joke.
Who?
The guy who paid me
$500 to flirt
with the mayor
and get him alone.
Getting the mayor alone.
That didn't
strike you as strange?
I've spent time with politicians
and their friends.
They do strange things.
Look, the guy said
he was a fraternity brother
playing a prank.
No one was supposed
to get hurt, I swear.
Did he tell you his name?
No.
What'd he look like?
Long, graying hair.
Sad, but nice.
He also had
a beard.
I am telling you
the truth.
I like the mayor.
I voted for him.
What's the plan here, Mike?
You've got
that gun...
and what?
Murder two people?
You're not this man, Mike.
You think you know me?
Know you're angry.
Your daughter's hurtin'.
Both desperate
for answers.
Been that way for too long.
Sorry.
That's not gonna change.
Pride never talked to me
because I was never
at that party.
You sure about that, Douglas?
That's you.
Where did you get this?
Law school archives.
Took a couple years
of digging,
but it was there.
You lied.
With everything
that's at stake.
That was damn reckless.
Ran Angela's description
of the kidnapper
through the hotel employee
records. No luck.
Anything on the party guests?
Hotel security is still
reviewing surveillance.
Look, Angela mentioned
a fraternity prank.
Is there any chance whoever took
the mayor is pulling one?
There were a lot of pranks in
my frat days, some crazy stuff,
but I doubt anyone would do
something like this.
Pentobarbital.
Sebastian?
Hey, yeah, I got to the lab
as soon as I could.
I'm designated driver
for my new Krewe.
It's a Krewe Livre.
That's French for book.
They're-they're my book club.
I'm Mark Twain, obviously.
This is, uh,
Flannery O'Connor, William
Faulkner, Truman Capote...
Pentobarbital?
Yeah, pentobarbital.
I think it's the drug
that killed Corporal Alex.
I determined it
based on the photos
that Loretta sent me
of Alex's eyes.
The swelling and muscle rigidity
were caused by
an allergic reaction...
malignant hyperthermia.
More, please.
It's, uh, it's also
an anesthetic
used in the cocktail
for lethal injections.
And, uh...
I'm officially scared right now.
I mean,
Pride's like a dad to me.
Even if he doesn't realize it.
Maybe he does realize it
and he's just doing
a reverse parenting thing,
like Atticus Finch before...
Sebastian.
Yeah, um... sorry.
The drug is made
at compounding pharmacies.
So our kidnapper
could be working at one.
Well, the twist is that
there are secrecy laws
that shield
lethal injection suppliers.
Employee records
are kept under wraps.
Well, then, we'll have
to unwrap them.
All right,
five pharmacies
in the Gulf region
provide pentobarbital.
We need to check employee names
of every one of them
and see if an of them
connect with Pride or Hamilton.
What in the hell
would a pharmacist want
with Pride anyway?
No idea.
Could be a developing interest
he never had a chance
to tell us about.
Seeing 75 employees
who had clearance
to handle the drug.
Cross-referencing
NCIS cases, the mayor...
All right, what about
that gray sedan?
Partial license TSJ.
- Checking DMV records.
- Good.
Because if one of them
drives it,
we're one step closer
to finding Pride.
Why did I even think
to trust you?
It must be photoshopped.
It's not what you think.
Pick one, Douglas.
He means stop lying!
Stop... lying!
Mike...
Confess!
No! Mike, wait!
Mike!
Mike, take it easy.
You can take this
to the D.A.
No, the D.A. rejected a request
to reopen the case
two weeks ago.
Get up! Get up!
Say it!
Mike...
You killed her! Say it!
Mike!
Mike, this won't help Stacey.
Don't do this.
Don't.
The mayor's gonna confess.
Confess!
All right.
I was there.
♪ ♪
Of the pharmacists
who had access
to the drug
that killed Corporal Alex,
only one had a connection
to Pride or Hamilton.
Mike Spar.
Spar studied medicine
and chemistry
at Hamilton's Alma mater.
And he owns a gray Taurus,
the one Pride was seen
taken away in.
Uses his own car...
Doesn't sound like
a criminal mastermind to me.
Uses a drug associated
with lethal injection.
Sounds pretty James Bond to me.
Okay, so he went
to Hamilton's school.
What's the connection to Pride?
Running Spar's name
against Pride's NCIS cases...
Nothing.
All right, let's go back
farther than that.
Pride's old cases when he was
working sheriff's deputy.
Got 'em, right here.
Mike Spar.
His wife committed...
suicide at a Mardi Gras party.
Pride's JPSO report states
that he notified Spar.
All right,
that's the connection.
Spar's employee record
lists his daughter
as an emergency contact.
Trying to track her down.
Spar has a place on Dauphine.
His daughter could be there.
If Pride and Hamilton
are still in the Quarter,
it could be where
Mike Spar took them.
We're closer.
I'll have SWAT meet me there.
You either lied
because you killed her
or you're
protecting someone.
Oh, y-you're judge and jury now?
Just a cop.
Doing what the cops
should have done
a long time ago.
So, Mardi Gras night,
25 years ago...
Help!
Somebody help me!
Help me!
No one can hear you.
Mardi Gras night.
Tell me what happened.
All right.
I was there that night.
But I did not see
what happened to his wife.
I left early, I swear.
Why'd you lie?
A party like that?
Where a girl dies?
Not good, if you've got
any political ambition.
More.
You're hiding something.
I know you were at that party.
I know you lied.
We get out of here,
I'll figure out why.
There was...
a ritual, of sorts.
Behind closed doors.
You've heard
the stories.
And if anybody
knew I was there...
I mean, I would
be destroyed.
You lied for 25 years
because you were part of
a sick fraternity ritual?
More like
you were obsessed
for 25 years, Mr. Spar.
Not me.
I had to put this away.
Entering Spar's house. Stand by.
Focus on my daughter.
But...
Stacey...
she was the one
who couldn't move on.
She had to know the truth.
I told her her mother
died in an accident.
She heard rumors and...
I told her to ignore them.
Let it go.
She was the one who-who...
spearheaded all of this?
Yes.
What she saw...
it was too much for her.
She started numbing herself,
drinking too much,
getting into drugs.
I had to help her.
She took it on, didn't she?
Had to.
Yeah.
When you're abandoned,
there's a need to know.
Now we're going
to work this case.
We're gonna work this
for Stacey.
Mike, what you found
in those files...
the evidence.
Patricia's injuries--
any signs of a struggle?
Cops, uh, didn't focus on
any of that stuff.
But we are.
Now, come on.
Prove the hypothesis.
While I start the autopsy
on Corporal Alex,
I want you to take a look at these.
Okay, what are they?
Well, they're photos
Brody found
in Mike Spar's house.
It appears Spar and his daughter
were investigating
his wife's suicide.
Huh.
There.
Cuts, broken neck--
that speaks to the fall.
Huh.
This spiral
fracture doesn't.
Spiral fractures usually
don't happen in falls.
More like...
industrial accidents.
Or when someone... twists
someone else's arm in a fight.
Maybe Patricia
struggled with someone
before she went
over the balcony.
Or she was pushed.
You think she was murdered?
Douglas...
tell the truth.
Well, it'd be a whole lot easier
if he got rid of that thing.
When I left the party,
I might've remembered
seeing some guys
with his wife.
Part of the ritual?
Get her alone,
get her drunk.
She fights them off.
I told you I left early.
Wait.
The...
necklace.
When you saw her,
was she wearing a necklace?
A pendant...
in the shape of a rose.
I don't remember.
It-it's not mentioned
in the police report.
She was wearing one that night?
I bought it for her
the night our Stacey was born.
She never
took it off.
Oh, wait, hold it.
One second.
All right, that necklace.
The rose, what...
did it have a sapphire?
Yes.
Did you take it?
No!
But I think I know who did.
Oh, my God!
This newspaper photo
of the investigation.
Well, you're not
gonna get much
out of that body
with the sheet on it.
No, it's not the body.
It's this.
This is a logo
on the carpet near the body
of the old Alistair Hotel.
The Alistair--
I never heard of it.
Yeah, 'cause it closed
years and years ago.
The owners gutted it,
but left some of it intact.
What did they build
in its place?
The Landon Court Hotel
on top of and around it.
That's-that's
where the mayor's party is.
And no one can figure out
how Spar got the mayor
out of there.
What if they never left?
He-he-he somehow
restrains the mayor,
goes and gets Pride,
then returns
to the scene of the crime.
Where his wife died
25 years ago.
Sebastian...
I think Hamilton and Pride
are still somewhere
in that hotel.
I... I didn't
make the connection
till he said the thing
about the necklace.
A couple years ago, I was
playing poker with some guys.
Fraternity brothers?
And one of them
talked about a necklace.
Called it his trophy.
Said it represented
what you can get away with
if you know the right people.
You know where the necklace is?
Uh-huh.
Who has it?
Who killed my wife?
Not until you let us go.
Douglas!
Not a negotiation!
Who has it?!
Tell me!
Or Agent Pride dies.
This map is
of the old Alistair Hotel.
A... a hotel within a hotel?
This is the medical
examiner's theory?
You got a better one?
All right, Spar
pays the girl.
And she lures Hamilton.
And then Spar attacks him
and pulls him
into this service entrance.
All right,
so the storage closet where
Corporal Alex's body
was found, it looks like
there's some kind
of tunnel behind it.
But that doesn't explain
how Spar got to Agent Pride.
This might--
Patton finally got a hit
on the gray sedan
seen leaving the bar.
It's parked on Madison Street.
Well, there's
an old service entrance there.
Yep.
Spar restrains Hamilton,
leaves through the service
entrance to get Pride,
brings him back,
chaos of Mardi Gras,
no one's the wiser.
It was kind of the perfect plan.
To what--
taking Pride and the mayor
back to the scene
of his wife's suicide?
Guy's a psychopath.
Okay, we got to do this right.
Is there anybody
this guys trusts? Family?
Anyone we can get to talk to
him, if he makes contact?
He's got a daughter and he's
trying to get in touch with her.
You need me.
And I'm not doing anything
without him.
Tell me.
Listen, Mike...
God knows I'm no authority
on parenting.
But I could learn
a thing or two from you.
Yeah.
Like putting my kid's welfare
before mine.
Just like you did with Stacey.
Stop.
She's the reason
why we're here now.
And she's the reason
why you need to let us go.
Stop.
Don't you want
to see Stacey again?
Never gonna see her again.
Why not?
She's dead, isn't she?
Bad news.
Spar's daughter
died of a drug overdose.
When?
Two weeks ago.
All right, thanks.
Daughter's dead.
Drug overdose.
So no family
to talk Spar down?
Nope, it's up to us.
All right, Percy and I
will take the tunnel.
Tate, you got the
service entrance.
Copy.
He was never gonna let us go.
Change the plan.
It's been a suicide mission
from the start.
Change it, Douglas.
How?
Who has the necklace?
Who killed Patricia?
A name-- give him...
give him a name.
Political suicide, Dwayne.
An actual suicide.
And I am not saying
a word with that thing on.
You selfish son of a bitch!
I'll figure it out,
Douglas.
We get out of here...
you know I will.
You know I will!
Agent Lasalle,
I'm closing the gap.
This is it.
Down there.
Let's roll.
Let me see the picture.
Fourth guy from the left.
- Tate?
- In position.
All she wanted.
Needed, really.
You think she knows we got him?
Yes.
I believe she does.
They both do.
Dwayne, cut me loose.
NCIS!
Get your hands up!
No, no, no, we're clear!
Gun!
No!
Pride!
Pride!
Pride, are you hurt?
You hit?
Talk to me!
Look, can you sit up?
It was a camera,
not a gun.
He was just trying
to be a good dad.
Mayor...
You're sure you're okay
to continue with the night?
Don't I look okay, Tom?
You look great!
Handsome.
Refreshed, even.
Thank you, Kelly.
If I may so, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, the parade king
three minutes--
gotta shake his hand.
Yeah, yeah, uh, just one sec.
One second.
Be right back.
Hey, Dwayne?
Well, I thought you'd be off
celebrating your grand opening.
You let it get
awfully close there, Douglas.
I saved your life, nonetheless.
You could say that.
Where's the video?
It's safe.
Mm.
Well, I want it destroyed,
Dwayne.
Happy Mardi Gras, Mr. Mayor.
You, too.
Ms. Bujei?
That is a very pretty necklace.
Is it a gift from
your husband?
Why do I get
the feeling you already
know the answer
to that question?
Tom, what is going on here?
These officers want
to ask him some questions
about the murder
of Patricia Spar.
♪ Moving up higher
and higher and I know ♪
♪ That God is watching us... ♪
Hey, everybody,
look who we found!
Dad!
Well...
uh, he was
a little worried about you.
As was I.
Thanks for finding me, boo.
Hey, Patton!
My man, my man!
Yeah, hey...
we have been
saving this for you, man.
"We"? I.
He couldn't keep
his hands off this thing.
Triple teaming.
Come on, man.
Is that right?
Whoever gets the baby
has health and prosperity
for the next year.
All right, well,
it sounds good to me.
I'm in.
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♪ Feel it ♪
♪ Pump it up! ♪
That's right, my friends,
it's Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday!
Time to cut it loose,
get the Devil out ya!
I want to send
a big shout-out
to my man, our host
this evening, Mayor Hamilton.
Come on up here,
Mr. Mayor!
Hey!
Here he is--
John Cleary!
How you doing?
Yeah!
All right, well, you know,
New York has New Year's Eve.
And Boston's St. Pat's
has its charms.
But no one,
no one
knows how to party
like we do.
Am I right?
New Orleans!
John Cleary!
Tom, you are a lucky man.
You're my chief of staff
and you're married to
this divine creature.
Huh?
Oh, Mr. Mayor,
you are too kind.
Mm-hmm.
The city loves you, Doug.
Ah...
Now, that is some dress.
Devils only night.
Hmm.
Well, like Oscar Wilde
always said:
"I can resist everything
except... temptation."
♪ We got a whole lot of soul ♪
♪ Yeah, oh, a little love... ♪
Is that a new one?
Yes, ma'am.
Just make sure
he's back in an hour
to shake the parade king's hand.
Copy that.
MONO's taking a breather.
My people keep a room for me.
It's right over there.
Oh...
Where's the sin in that?
Mmm!
A dare?
Ooh, I like you.
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Don't be so cruel ♪
♪ Oh, oh... ♪
Man, it's a good thing
you done up in here,
opening up the Tru-tone.
Oh, thanks, man.
Had to breathe some life
back into the place
for my mama.
Oh, she'd really be proud of you.
Thanks.
Hey, King, there's a guy
out back that needs you
to sign for a liquor delivery?
Thanks.
Excuse me?
We got it for you.
I know you got it
for me.
Let's keep this party going.
Let's get down and dirty
up in here.
One, two, three, oh!
Hello?
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x14 ♪
Father's Day
Original Air Date on February 9, 2016
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Dwayne?
Dwayne?
Hamilton?
Dwayne...
So...
some party, huh?
Got a feeling the party's
just getting started.
- Happy grand opening, King!
- Happy grand opening, Pride!
Oh, he's gonna
just love it.
Where's Patton?
He's supposed to bring
the King Cake from Randazzo's.
Called.
Late. Ah...
Finding that little baby
inside the King Cake, yet
another New Orleans tradition
that I love!
Right?
It's so sweet.
Only Mardi Gras
didn't start in New Orleans.
It started in Alabama.
Shut up.
Yeah the lore is Mobile had
the big parties and big floats
way before New Orleans.
"The lore"?
Dead Marine
and a wounded security guard
at Landon Court Hotel.
Mayor's Soirée is there tonight.
Well, my invitation must've
gotten lost in the mail.
Clearly.
Yeah, streets are packed.
Be easier to walk.
I'll get Pride and
meet you guys there.
Just like to go
on record as saying
this is not my kind of party.
Well, whoever you are,
all hell is coming in here.
The mayor...
...and a Fed?
That is,
that is some poor planning, son.
Poor planning.
I'm not sure about that.
Something like this
takes time.
Coordination.
Oh, the girl in
the red dress.
"Girl"?
She's your partner, wasn't she?
What's the matter-- these
digs too low-brow for her?
Is that it?
She's a... constituent.
Wanted a private meeting.
Is there some way
you'd like us to address you?
You got a name?
What the hell, Dwayne?
Hey, Pride?
Pride?
He put up a fight.
Right about where
your loafers are now.
The man who dropped this?
I busk for tips.
Mardi Gras
is my busiest night.
I was just taking a break
when I saw this guy in a mask
hit him with that,
and then shove him in a car.
You get a license plate?
See anyone near the body?
Any witnesses?
No, and the deceased
was working for hotel security.
Moonlighting for the
mayor's event, but he--
he's not one of ours.
And you are?
Kelly Grace.
Mayor's press secretary.
This is Tom Bujei, Chief of
Staff and Brad Curry is--
Brad Curry,
Mayor's Deputy Counsel.
I'm the one
who contacted the Feds.
Hang on, Brad, okay,
we have bigger problems--
The problem is lying right
in there, Tom-- the dead Marine.
Okay, everyone
just take a step back.
Look, Mr. Curry, tell the
security to lock down the hotel.
No one in or out.
Thank you.
Ms. Loretta?
Uh, it's military I.D.
He's Corporal Jason Alex,
stationed at Bell Chase.
Cause of death?
Whatever was in this.
Might be the same thing
that drugged Officer Tate.
Officer Tate,
can you tell me
what happened?
I saw the woman in
the red dress run by.
I went back to find MONO.
And I felt a sharp
pain in my neck.
"MONO"?
Mayor of New Orleans.
That's his phone.
I recognize the ringtone.
The mayor's phone?
Yes, it's his.
He's missing.
Hello?
We think he may have
been kidnapped.
Wait--
Brody, what?
What is it?
Pride's been taken, too.
What did we do?
Don't know.
Maybe nothing.
Well, either way...
a lot of folks love us, so...
they must've noticed
that we're gone.
What?
Mardi Gras?
Oh.
So...
I mean, what is
the camera for?
What is that?
Unless, I mean,
Do you think
it's-it's terrorism?
Is it terrorism?
Mr. Mayor, you--
It's terrorism, isn't it?
Hey!
Hey, so is that why you have
D-man out here with me, huh?
Douglas...
Two of us?
Are you a damn terrorist?
Are you
a damn terrorist?!
Calm down.
I got a lot of rich friends.
Lot of rich friends.
Just tell us what you want.
Sir?
Why are we here?
To confess.
All right, Patton,
what do we got?
Wait, just wait.
Okay, can't wait.
Pride's been kidnapped,
the mayor's been kidnapped.
Cats and dogs--
know what I mean?
Well, who's watching the bar?
A silver-painted man
and about a hundred
of Pride's closest friends.
Cats and dogs?
Okay.
The mayor and an NCIS agent
get kidnapped on Mardi Gras.
This is too much
of a coincidence.
Maybe someone trying
to send a message?
I dumped Pride's phone.
No threatening calls.
I checked with
FBI, Homeland.
No terror threats or chatter.
Someone they both know then?
Maybe-maybe a suspect
from a past case.
I'll pull old cases
and cross-reference them
with Hamilton.
All right,
my-my silver-painted friend
said he saw a gray Ford sedan,
license plate TSJ.
Track it, wide BOLO.
Roads, highways, airports.
Okay, I'm on it.
I called the FBI for support.
They're at least an hour out,
'cause of traffic.
Wait, if they can't get in,
then maybe our-our kidnapper
wasn't able to get out.
Cracking street cams.
Looking for this gray sedan.
It's gonna take some time.
Okay, we don't have time.
First hour of a kidnapping
is crucial.
It's when things
can go from bad to worse.
You don't think I know this?
We're gonna find him.
Anyone claim responsibility?
Any ransom demands?
The only calls
are from the press.
They want to talk to the mayor
before he shakes
the parade king's hand.
Which is less
than an hour away.
So it would be
great to resolve this
sooner than later.
Look, I'm sorry,
but it's a big deal.
Curry, you're deputy counsel?
Know of any claims
against the mayor?
Anyone who's angry?
No, and what makes you think
this isn't about your guy?
Well, we can debate
character later.
All right, our best chance
is to find this girl.
Do any of you know her?
Talk to her?
God, no!
She knew just where
to take him.
No surveillance in that alcove.
There's a service entrance
nearby.
Ms. Loretta?
You still here?
It's Mardi Gras.
My police escort
needs a police escort
to help me get
Corporal Alex to the morgue.
But, while I wait,
you see this swelling
and rigidity around the eyes?
Could be a reaction to
the drug he was given.
We find out what kind of drug,
and we figure out
who had access to it.
I'll get it to Sebastian,
get him started.
Thank you.
Keep me posted.
Got something!
I think this is MONO's girl.
See the chick in the coat?
Red sequins,
that's her.
Good.
All right, we'll take the ballroom.
Your team has the floors.
I'll get this over to Patton,
see if can get an I.D.
Wait!
Best not to involve
too many people.
I mean, we don't want a citywide
panic on Mardi Gras.
Absolutely, we need to keep this
out of the glare of the media
until we know
what we're dealing with.
Hey, do us a favor.
Stop worrying about the PR.
And start worrying about
the mayor and Pride's lives.
Do you think this
is some sort of
weird ritual or something?
It's Mardi Gras-- it's the night
before Ash Wednesday.
Everybody's got to atone.
Timing does seem right.
Well, what are we supposed
to be confessing to?
I mean, who is this guy, anyway?
Is he some drug dealer
that you pissed off?
Is he a spy or something?
Not sure he's an NCIS interest.
What is he doing back there?
Douglas? Douglas...
listen to me-- you need
to let me do the talking.
Oh, see, there you go
selling me short again, Dwayne.
People like talking to me.
They tell me a lot of things.
How do you think I became mayor?
The other candidate was flooding
your district with drugs.
Yeah, well, I don't feel like
talking about that right now.
Really?
Yeah--
Shut up!
Time to confess!
Be helpful if you could tell us
what we were guilty of.
What you think we're guilty of.
This is all a joke
to you, isn't it...
Mayor?
Douglas Hamilton,
divorced, two kids--
Max and Sam,
both at Ridgefield Prep.
Agent Dwayne Pride.
Also divorced,
likes to sleep at work.
Daughter Laurel
is at college.
Main dorm, room 23.
What have you done with them?
Easy, Mayor.
Your families are safe for now,
as long as I get what I want.
No.
I want a guarantee.
And I'm not gonna say
a word until I get one!
♪ Now, some things come
and some things go ♪
♪ But there's one thing
that stays for sure... ♪
You think this is a militia?
Maybe Hamilton's
involved somehow?
Well, Patton
didn't find anything.
Has Pride been
telling you something?
Me? Of course not.
You know him better than I do.
Yeah, well,
he talks to you, too.
Look, Pride is gone.
I'm worried, okay?
Yeah, so am I.
On the inside.
♪ ♪
Red sequins, 12:00.
Oh!
Oh!
Federal agents!
Stop!
Put the knife down!
Sure...
What the hell
are they clapping for?
I think the three of us.
We'll be here
every Tuesday night, hey!
Happy Mardi Gras!
You could leave now.
Free us.
We haven't even seen your face.
Don't know who you are.
You want to know who I am?
All right, fine.
Recognize me, Mayor?
But you do,
don't you, Agent Pride?
Mike Spar.
Yeah.
I remember.
You two know each other?
We met when I was
with the sheriff's office.
25 years ago.
Got looped into a NOPD case.
Victim was from my parish.
Had to deliver
the death notification.
My... first time.
"Your wife killed herself."
That's what you said.
I never forgot
you standing there
with that little girl
in your arms.
She's why we're here.
Your daughter?
Stacey grew up thinking
her mom abandoned her.
But we know
that's not the truth.
You and I
both know
that he murdered her.
This has got to be some mistake.
Agent Pride
may have been involved
in whatever you think happened.
But not me.
I was in law school
25 years ago!
Yes, and an alumni
of Sigma Eta Omicron Fraternity!
They had a Mardi Gras party
at the Alastair Hotel!
Party your wife attended
the night she died.
I remember.
Of course you do.
You were part of the cover-up.
That's you.
You were part of
the investigation.
You were there.
I was called to the scene
of a suicide.
Told a woman
with a history of depression
had used a frat party
as a means to end it all.
I...
"I accept
"or reject a hypothesis
based on evidence."
Scientist's creed.
Should be a cop's, too.
Witness statements
from five
of Hamilton's
fraternity brothers.
"Patricia acted crazy.
"Threatened she would
kill herself.
Was alone when she jumped."
Familiar names.
Yeah, they've
all been appointed
positions in Hamilton's
administration!
You think I killed your wife,
because I did a couple
of frat buddies some favors?
You were on the guest list!
But the cops
never interviewed you!
He never interviewed you.
Because I wasn't there!
And I'm sorry to say this,
but it sounds like
your wife had some issues.
No, that is not true.
Doug...
Doug, take it easy!
No, I'm saying--
Look, it's the type of thing
that would force people
to make a bad decision!
I stayed at home
with a baby,
so she could go out
with friends,
do some networking.
It was Mardi Gras.
I said, "Go, have some fun."
You know?
And then you showed up
at my door.
What are you thinking, Mike?
I'm tired of playing games.
I know my rights.
I'm not saying anything.
Angela Goodwin.
Priors include possession
and solicitation.
You're stepping it up
to conspiracy,
kidnapping, assault
with a deadly weapon,
murder?
He said it was a joke.
Who?
The guy who paid me
$500 to flirt
with the mayor
and get him alone.
Getting the mayor alone.
That didn't
strike you as strange?
I've spent time with politicians
and their friends.
They do strange things.
Look, the guy said
he was a fraternity brother
playing a prank.
No one was supposed
to get hurt, I swear.
Did he tell you his name?
No.
What'd he look like?
Long, graying hair.
Sad, but nice.
He also had
a beard.
I am telling you
the truth.
I like the mayor.
I voted for him.
What's the plan here, Mike?
You've got
that gun...
and what?
Murder two people?
You're not this man, Mike.
You think you know me?
Know you're angry.
Your daughter's hurtin'.
Both desperate
for answers.
Been that way for too long.
Sorry.
That's not gonna change.
Pride never talked to me
because I was never
at that party.
You sure about that, Douglas?
That's you.
Where did you get this?
Law school archives.
Took a couple years
of digging,
but it was there.
You lied.
With everything
that's at stake.
That was damn reckless.
Ran Angela's description
of the kidnapper
through the hotel employee
records. No luck.
Anything on the party guests?
Hotel security is still
reviewing surveillance.
Look, Angela mentioned
a fraternity prank.
Is there any chance whoever took
the mayor is pulling one?
There were a lot of pranks in
my frat days, some crazy stuff,
but I doubt anyone would do
something like this.
Pentobarbital.
Sebastian?
Hey, yeah, I got to the lab
as soon as I could.
I'm designated driver
for my new Krewe.
It's a Krewe Livre.
That's French for book.
They're-they're my book club.
I'm Mark Twain, obviously.
This is, uh,
Flannery O'Connor, William
Faulkner, Truman Capote...
Pentobarbital?
Yeah, pentobarbital.
I think it's the drug
that killed Corporal Alex.
I determined it
based on the photos
that Loretta sent me
of Alex's eyes.
The swelling and muscle rigidity
were caused by
an allergic reaction...
malignant hyperthermia.
More, please.
It's, uh, it's also
an anesthetic
used in the cocktail
for lethal injections.
And, uh...
I'm officially scared right now.
I mean,
Pride's like a dad to me.
Even if he doesn't realize it.
Maybe he does realize it
and he's just doing
a reverse parenting thing,
like Atticus Finch before...
Sebastian.
Yeah, um... sorry.
The drug is made
at compounding pharmacies.
So our kidnapper
could be working at one.
Well, the twist is that
there are secrecy laws
that shield
lethal injection suppliers.
Employee records
are kept under wraps.
Well, then, we'll have
to unwrap them.
All right,
five pharmacies
in the Gulf region
provide pentobarbital.
We need to check employee names
of every one of them
and see if an of them
connect with Pride or Hamilton.
What in the hell
would a pharmacist want
with Pride anyway?
No idea.
Could be a developing interest
he never had a chance
to tell us about.
Seeing 75 employees
who had clearance
to handle the drug.
Cross-referencing
NCIS cases, the mayor...
All right, what about
that gray sedan?
Partial license TSJ.
- Checking DMV records.
- Good.
Because if one of them
drives it,
we're one step closer
to finding Pride.
Why did I even think
to trust you?
It must be photoshopped.
It's not what you think.
Pick one, Douglas.
He means stop lying!
Stop... lying!
Mike...
Confess!
No! Mike, wait!
Mike!
Mike, take it easy.
You can take this
to the D.A.
No, the D.A. rejected a request
to reopen the case
two weeks ago.
Get up! Get up!
Say it!
Mike...
You killed her! Say it!
Mike!
Mike, this won't help Stacey.
Don't do this.
Don't.
The mayor's gonna confess.
Confess!
All right.
I was there.
♪ ♪
Of the pharmacists
who had access
to the drug
that killed Corporal Alex,
only one had a connection
to Pride or Hamilton.
Mike Spar.
Spar studied medicine
and chemistry
at Hamilton's Alma mater.
And he owns a gray Taurus,
the one Pride was seen
taken away in.
Uses his own car...
Doesn't sound like
a criminal mastermind to me.
Uses a drug associated
with lethal injection.
Sounds pretty James Bond to me.
Okay, so he went
to Hamilton's school.
What's the connection to Pride?
Running Spar's name
against Pride's NCIS cases...
Nothing.
All right, let's go back
farther than that.
Pride's old cases when he was
working sheriff's deputy.
Got 'em, right here.
Mike Spar.
His wife committed...
suicide at a Mardi Gras party.
Pride's JPSO report states
that he notified Spar.
All right,
that's the connection.
Spar's employee record
lists his daughter
as an emergency contact.
Trying to track her down.
Spar has a place on Dauphine.
His daughter could be there.
If Pride and Hamilton
are still in the Quarter,
it could be where
Mike Spar took them.
We're closer.
I'll have SWAT meet me there.
You either lied
because you killed her
or you're
protecting someone.
Oh, y-you're judge and jury now?
Just a cop.
Doing what the cops
should have done
a long time ago.
So, Mardi Gras night,
25 years ago...
Help!
Somebody help me!
Help me!
No one can hear you.
Mardi Gras night.
Tell me what happened.
All right.
I was there that night.
But I did not see
what happened to his wife.
I left early, I swear.
Why'd you lie?
A party like that?
Where a girl dies?
Not good, if you've got
any political ambition.
More.
You're hiding something.
I know you were at that party.
I know you lied.
We get out of here,
I'll figure out why.
There was...
a ritual, of sorts.
Behind closed doors.
You've heard
the stories.
And if anybody
knew I was there...
I mean, I would
be destroyed.
You lied for 25 years
because you were part of
a sick fraternity ritual?
More like
you were obsessed
for 25 years, Mr. Spar.
Not me.
I had to put this away.
Entering Spar's house. Stand by.
Focus on my daughter.
But...
Stacey...
she was the one
who couldn't move on.
She had to know the truth.
I told her her mother
died in an accident.
She heard rumors and...
I told her to ignore them.
Let it go.
She was the one who-who...
spearheaded all of this?
Yes.
What she saw...
it was too much for her.
She started numbing herself,
drinking too much,
getting into drugs.
I had to help her.
She took it on, didn't she?
Had to.
Yeah.
When you're abandoned,
there's a need to know.
Now we're going
to work this case.
We're gonna work this
for Stacey.
Mike, what you found
in those files...
the evidence.
Patricia's injuries--
any signs of a struggle?
Cops, uh, didn't focus on
any of that stuff.
But we are.
Now, come on.
Prove the hypothesis.
While I start the autopsy
on Corporal Alex,
I want you to take a look at these.
Okay, what are they?
Well, they're photos
Brody found
in Mike Spar's house.
It appears Spar and his daughter
were investigating
his wife's suicide.
Huh.
There.
Cuts, broken neck--
that speaks to the fall.
Huh.
This spiral
fracture doesn't.
Spiral fractures usually
don't happen in falls.
More like...
industrial accidents.
Or when someone... twists
someone else's arm in a fight.
Maybe Patricia
struggled with someone
before she went
over the balcony.
Or she was pushed.
You think she was murdered?
Douglas...
tell the truth.
Well, it'd be a whole lot easier
if he got rid of that thing.
When I left the party,
I might've remembered
seeing some guys
with his wife.
Part of the ritual?
Get her alone,
get her drunk.
She fights them off.
I told you I left early.
Wait.
The...
necklace.
When you saw her,
was she wearing a necklace?
A pendant...
in the shape of a rose.
I don't remember.
It-it's not mentioned
in the police report.
She was wearing one that night?
I bought it for her
the night our Stacey was born.
She never
took it off.
Oh, wait, hold it.
One second.
All right, that necklace.
The rose, what...
did it have a sapphire?
Yes.
Did you take it?
No!
But I think I know who did.
Oh, my God!
This newspaper photo
of the investigation.
Well, you're not
gonna get much
out of that body
with the sheet on it.
No, it's not the body.
It's this.
This is a logo
on the carpet near the body
of the old Alistair Hotel.
The Alistair--
I never heard of it.
Yeah, 'cause it closed
years and years ago.
The owners gutted it,
but left some of it intact.
What did they build
in its place?
The Landon Court Hotel
on top of and around it.
That's-that's
where the mayor's party is.
And no one can figure out
how Spar got the mayor
out of there.
What if they never left?
He-he-he somehow
restrains the mayor,
goes and gets Pride,
then returns
to the scene of the crime.
Where his wife died
25 years ago.
Sebastian...
I think Hamilton and Pride
are still somewhere
in that hotel.
I... I didn't
make the connection
till he said the thing
about the necklace.
A couple years ago, I was
playing poker with some guys.
Fraternity brothers?
And one of them
talked about a necklace.
Called it his trophy.
Said it represented
what you can get away with
if you know the right people.
You know where the necklace is?
Uh-huh.
Who has it?
Who killed my wife?
Not until you let us go.
Douglas!
Not a negotiation!
Who has it?!
Tell me!
Or Agent Pride dies.
This map is
of the old Alistair Hotel.
A... a hotel within a hotel?
This is the medical
examiner's theory?
You got a better one?
All right, Spar
pays the girl.
And she lures Hamilton.
And then Spar attacks him
and pulls him
into this service entrance.
All right,
so the storage closet where
Corporal Alex's body
was found, it looks like
there's some kind
of tunnel behind it.
But that doesn't explain
how Spar got to Agent Pride.
This might--
Patton finally got a hit
on the gray sedan
seen leaving the bar.
It's parked on Madison Street.
Well, there's
an old service entrance there.
Yep.
Spar restrains Hamilton,
leaves through the service
entrance to get Pride,
brings him back,
chaos of Mardi Gras,
no one's the wiser.
It was kind of the perfect plan.
To what--
taking Pride and the mayor
back to the scene
of his wife's suicide?
Guy's a psychopath.
Okay, we got to do this right.
Is there anybody
this guys trusts? Family?
Anyone we can get to talk to
him, if he makes contact?
He's got a daughter and he's
trying to get in touch with her.
You need me.
And I'm not doing anything
without him.
Tell me.
Listen, Mike...
God knows I'm no authority
on parenting.
But I could learn
a thing or two from you.
Yeah.
Like putting my kid's welfare
before mine.
Just like you did with Stacey.
Stop.
She's the reason
why we're here now.
And she's the reason
why you need to let us go.
Stop.
Don't you want
to see Stacey again?
Never gonna see her again.
Why not?
She's dead, isn't she?
Bad news.
Spar's daughter
died of a drug overdose.
When?
Two weeks ago.
All right, thanks.
Daughter's dead.
Drug overdose.
So no family
to talk Spar down?
Nope, it's up to us.
All right, Percy and I
will take the tunnel.
Tate, you got the
service entrance.
Copy.
He was never gonna let us go.
Change the plan.
It's been a suicide mission
from the start.
Change it, Douglas.
How?
Who has the necklace?
Who killed Patricia?
A name-- give him...
give him a name.
Political suicide, Dwayne.
An actual suicide.
And I am not saying
a word with that thing on.
You selfish son of a bitch!
I'll figure it out,
Douglas.
We get out of here...
you know I will.
You know I will!
Agent Lasalle,
I'm closing the gap.
This is it.
Down there.
Let's roll.
Let me see the picture.
Fourth guy from the left.
- Tate?
- In position.
All she wanted.
Needed, really.
You think she knows we got him?
Yes.
I believe she does.
They both do.
Dwayne, cut me loose.
NCIS!
Get your hands up!
No, no, no, we're clear!
Gun!
No!
Pride!
Pride!
Pride, are you hurt?
You hit?
Talk to me!
Look, can you sit up?
It was a camera,
not a gun.
He was just trying
to be a good dad.
Mayor...
You're sure you're okay
to continue with the night?
Don't I look okay, Tom?
You look great!
Handsome.
Refreshed, even.
Thank you, Kelly.
If I may so, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, the parade king
three minutes--
gotta shake his hand.
Yeah, yeah, uh, just one sec.
One second.
Be right back.
Hey, Dwayne?
Well, I thought you'd be off
celebrating your grand opening.
You let it get
awfully close there, Douglas.
I saved your life, nonetheless.
You could say that.
Where's the video?
It's safe.
Mm.
Well, I want it destroyed,
Dwayne.
Happy Mardi Gras, Mr. Mayor.
You, too.
Ms. Bujei?
That is a very pretty necklace.
Is it a gift from
your husband?
Why do I get
the feeling you already
know the answer
to that question?
Tom, what is going on here?
These officers want
to ask him some questions
about the murder
of Patricia Spar.
♪ Moving up higher
and higher and I know ♪
♪ That God is watching us... ♪
Hey, everybody,
look who we found!
Dad!
Well...
uh, he was
a little worried about you.
As was I.
Thanks for finding me, boo.
Hey, Patton!
My man, my man!
Yeah, hey...
we have been
saving this for you, man.
"We"? I.
He couldn't keep
his hands off this thing.
Triple teaming.
Come on, man.
Is that right?
Whoever gets the baby
has health and prosperity
for the next year.
All right, well,
it sounds good to me.
I'm in.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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