NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 18 - If It Bleeds, It Leads - full transcript

♪ To my girls and boys
who are feelin' naughty ♪

♪ Raise a glass,
the drinks are on me... ♪

Let's get
this party going, ladies!

Oh, hell no!

This is your bachelorette party,
bitch-- up!

Get up! Get up!
No.

Sleep. Must sleep.

No, party, girl!
Must party!

Okay? Come on!

Can someone give
this woman a shot!

Get our drink on!



Take it down, girl!

El-- Ellie!

Hey, what the hell's
going on back there?

Just a plastered bride!

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x18 ♪
If It Bleeds, It Leads
Original Air Date on March 15, 2016

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

Oh, my God.



Please tell me
you did not

wear that shirt in public.

Oh, I wore it.

And I wore it
loud and proud.

It's my lucky shirt.

You don't want to mess
around with St. Patty's day.

I'm sorry,
but this is one holiday

I do not comprehend.

I mean, it's supposed
to last a day.

Why does this city
celebrate it for ten?

Well, we just need one reason
to have ten days of fun.

Hey, what's your beef
with St. Patty's anyway?

All right, you know
how during the parades

they sometimes throw potatoes
off the float?

Yep.

Well, I may or may not have

been knocked unconscious.

Top of the morning to you.

Morning.

Look.

The problem is you haven't
celebrated NCIS style.

All right, every year,
King throws one heck of a party.

Yep, and this year,
Brody's gonna make her family's

famous Irish stew.

Well, that was the plan,

but I might have
to improvise a little bit.

I can't find my recipe book.

It must be in one of my boxes.

What do you mean “boxes”?

Boxes-- you know,
where I keep my stuff.

Brody, you've been
here two years.

Yeah, but you know,
some of the stuff

was shipped down after
I had been here for a while.

But just to be clear.

You still haven't unpacked?

I've been busy.

We got a dead sailor
in the Quarter.

Let's move.

According to the I.D., the
victim is Chief Warrant Officer

Evan Babish.
Folks on the bus said

he was in the middle
of the road; no idea why.

Driver didn't see him
till it was too late.

Doesn't look like
our witnesses are very reliable.

I'm sure our man will
get to the bottom of it.

Miss Loretta?

What's the word?

Can I have three?

Blunt force trauma.

Ten tons of bus running
into 200 pounds of human

can have that effect.

What happened here?

A wound.

And some sort of rash.

It's the first
unusual finding thus far.

Can I add another one?

The road's a straight shot.

Babish would've seen the bus
coming a thousand yards off.

So why be in the road
just as it's coming?

Suicide?

Or...

...he was pushed.

These look like scratch marks,

like he was in a struggle.

Possibly, but it might also
have been from the collision.

Well, whatever it was,
we owe it to Babish to find out.

Brody and Sonja,

track down
security camera footage.

Meantime,

I'll help Lasalle canvass
for witnesses.

Well,
maybe Chris

learned something
from his new friends.

One less daiquiri
and they could've been useful.

Sure you don't want
to give it another try?

Practice your enhanced
interrogation techniques?

Y'all have dirty minds.

Yep, I just threw up
in my mouth a little bit.

Are you and Lasalle

shopping at the same store now?

You guys buy underwear
together, too?

No.

Triple P don't wear drawers.
Okay.

Fewer things I got to put on
in the morning, the better.

TMI, my friend.

You, uh, have anything
for us, Commando?

'Cause I'm getting nothing
on these security cams.

In fact, I do.

According to Navy records,
Babish was supposed to return

to active duty yesterday,
but dude was a no-show.

Why wasn't he active duty?

Oh, he was taking part

in the Career
Intermission Program.

Oh, I know that--
lets, uh,

burnt-out sailors pursue
other career interests.

Babish's case, he went
all Woodward and Bernstein.

Newspaper reporter.

My man was impressive.

He was working
at The Houston Globe,

working on their long-term
investigative squad, Forefront.

“Forefront”-- are you,
are you positive?

Yeah.
That mean something to you, Mer?

Maybe.

That's Pride.

“No luck finding
other witnesses.

But Wade has info for us.”

I'll meet him there.

I got this.

Okay...

Whenever a coroner sees

elevated blood alcohol levels,

alarms start going off.

You think it must be
a contributing factor.

I can see why you'd go there.

Babish clocked in at .15.

Well, if he was
that drunk,

it would explain why he
didn't see the bus coming.

It could.

And you could easily write this
incident off as an accident.

But I decided to dig
a little deeper.

What you find?

Unidentified DNA
inside the scratches.

They weren't from
the collision.

These were fingernail scratches.

They were fresh.

And that very same DNA
was also under Babish's nails.

So someone grabs his wrists,
he tries to fight them off?

And the same person
pushed him into the street

as the bus was coming?

To make it
look like an accident.

It's not the first time
we've seen that.

Are you offering something?

Uh, no.

I just wanted to note
that this isn't

the first time something
like this has happened.

I'm gonna call Babish's
commanding officer.

See if he has any idea
why Babish missed his check-in.

I'll catch up with you later.

Everything all right?

Hey, um,
Hey.

are we both thinking
the same thing right now?

I think so.
Are we being crazy?

I don't know.
All right, you talk first.

Okay, uh, first of all,
there's Babish's work.

Newspaper reporter,
Houston Globe.

Just like my sister.

Forefront team.

Just like my sister.

Both killed by vehicles.

And both deaths were made

to look like
they were accidental.

Sebastian,
do you think this case

is connected
to my sister's murder?

I mean, statistically speaking--

No, I mean, I mean, your gut.

I think maybe.

Yeah.

That means if we're right,

and we solve Babish's murder...

Maybe we can solve
my sister's, too.

Warrant Officer Evan Babish,

38 years old,
stellar Navy record.

But three years ago,
he needed a break.

Found new horizons
at The Houston Globe.

Now, yesterday he was
supposed to return to service,

but he didn't show up.

The C.O. had no idea why.

Soda bread.

Neither did Babish's family.

Now, they live in 'Bama,

but they raised Babish
in Lafitte.

They still have a house there.

Said maybe he went there
to check it out?

There's one thing
we do know for sure,

and that's Babish made a phone
call two minutes before he died.

Yes, to a Jessica Levy.

Now, she's a fellow employee
at The Globe,

and Facebook says
they're in a relationship,

so maybe we should ask her.

Other than that,
we got nothing?

I may have something.

What is it?

You guys need to see this.

Now, just here me out.
Let me just say it.

I think my sister's death

may be connected
to Babish's case.

What are you talking about?

You know that Emily was run over

by a drunk driver
named Edward Lamb.

And you know

I was sent these photos.

What you don't know
is that each one of them

contained a hidden number,

which formed an IP address,
which led me and Sebastian

to Emily's page
on an unsolved murder site.

What if her death
wasn't just an accident?

I mean, what if
she was targeted?

Think about it.

Both she and Babish worked

at the same paper
on the same team,

and they died
in a similar way.

I mean, we...

we could have
something here.

We need to talk this out.

We know that Lamb
drove the car

that killed your sister.

Have you found some connection
between him and Babish?

Not yet.
I wanted to question Lamb,

but he's MIA, released
from prison six months ago.

He's been off the grid
ever since.

Well, have you found evidence
other than these photos

that Emily's death
was not an accident?

Believe me, I have tried, but it
is an eight-year-old case.

It's not exactly easy
for us to open it up

for reinvestigation.

You and Sebastian?

Yeah.

Well, I hate to say it,

but I think we all know he's
prone to conspiracy theories.

Well, I'm not.

And I know when
something is off.

And you may be right.

Emily may have been murdered.

But we know Warrant
Officer Babish was.

I'm gonna pay
a visit to The Globe.

That's where Babish worked.

That's where we'll
learn things about him.

In the meantime,
you all stay here.

Track anything

that Babish might've
been up to here in town.

Pride.

If there is
any connection to Emily,

I will not be able to spot it
from here-- can I come with you?

Look, Brody--
Listen.

My focus will be on Babish.

I promise.

Okay.

Get your stuff.

Doing all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

Brody?

Answers you want--

I've seen a lot of grieving
people chase the same thing.

And they chase it...

right down the rabbit hole.

That's a dark place to be.

I don't want that
to happen to you.

It won't.

Just to be sure.

Emily's fiancé still
runs Forefront.

His parents are
still the publishers.

Last thing you want to do
is reopen old wounds.

Meredith?

It's been too long.

Hi, Nancy.

No, no, listen.
I got to go. I got to go.

Evan Babish's death

is just hitting the wires.

How are you, my love?
Hi, Robert.

Hi.

Mr. and Mrs. Nolan,

I'm Special Agent Dwayne Pride.
How do you do?

Promise we won't take up
too much of your time.

Oh, no, please,
however we can be of service.

Well, first off,

we'd like to know anything
Evan was working on.

Um...

Oh, I'm sorry.

God, I got to take this.

I'm sorry, my apologies.
Nancy?

Yes, of course.
This is Robert.

Well, to answer your question,

Forefront just published
a major piece

on a corrupt
class-action lawyer.

Did you notice any unusual
negative response?

Any threats made to Evan?

Well, there's always
a negative response,

but I think the folks
at Forefront would know best.

Why don't I show you
to their offices?

Uh, will Daniel be there?

No, dear.

He's on assignment.

We also understand that
Evan's girlfriend works here?

Jessica, yes.

She's our “I.T. guy”
for lack of a better term.

She just heard the news.
Poor thing.

I'd like to chat
with her, too.

Oh, okay.

Uh, Jonathan?

Could you please take
Agent Pride to Jessica?

Mm-hmm.
Thank you.

I haven't seen you
so invested in a case

since you saw Elvis
at the Napoleon House last year.

He was there, all right?

And I don't know.

This means a lot to Brody.

I just want to help.

Well, we all want to help.

And we could've.

All you had to do was ask.

So, what do you got,
Miss Loretta?

Wait, wait, hold on.

I was respecting Merri's wishes.

Are you guys, like, mad at me?

No, dear,
we're simply concerned.

Meredith is in a very
sensitive position.

She's not in her
clearest state of mind.

Yeah, especially
with you in her ear.

You think I'm leading her on?
Well, you are the guy

who said JFK
got abducted by aliens.

I don't say that.
The evidence does.

The point is getting
someone's hopes too high

can be a dangerous thing.

Yeah, but so is living
your life in darkness.

Now, are you gonna tell me
what you got or not?

All right, what we know
is Babish was using

a credit card in town
the last two days.

He rented a car.
NOPD found it.

Patton's running the GPS.

So, you're nowhere.

Great, so are we.

We are not nowhere.

We have already
identified Babish's rash.

Well, what we thought
was a rash.

It's actually
a staph infection.

Likely caused by
that puncture wound.

Based on the shape
and depth of the injury,

I'd venture he
recently made contact

with some sort
of metal spike.

Yeah, like I said-- nowhere.

I can still hear his voice.

Evan had this, like,

really funny way he talked.

Sort of “country cool.”

He was from the sticks,
different from

most people here.

Jessica, you got
a call from Evan

right before
he passed away.

What'd you talk about?

We had just broken up.

He was going back to the Navy.

And I was begging him not to.

It wasn't easy
for either of us.

Might explain why
he was drinking.

Was he?

He didn't seem drunk.

Well, his blood alcohol
level was pretty high.

Did Evan

tell you what he was
up to yesterday

before you spoke?

The-the last few weeks,

something was off.

Evan was just preoccupied
with something,

like obsessively.

I-I-I think he was
trying to finish something

before he was going
back to the Navy.

What was going on?

He wouldn't say.

But all-all
I can think is that

it had something to do

with one of his stories.

Well, the last story
he was assigned

was already
published.

The corrupt lawyer piece?

Jared Zorn.

Works out of Louisiana.

Specializes
in getting compensation

for Gulf Coast communities
affected by oil spills.

But what we proved

is that Zorn was
siphoning vast amounts

into his own account.

That's a big story.
Mm-hmm.

Keeps people reading us,
instead of some blog.

Without pieces like this,

The Globe would go
the way of the dodo.

And my husband would have

to curtail
his Cuban cigar habit.

Merri?

Daniel, you're supposed

to be on assignment.

Yeah, yeah, I just,
I just heard about Evan,

so I came right back.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, it's...

Why don't I go find Dad?

Ooh, wow, I, uh,

haven't seen you
since the, uh--

The funeral.

Yeah.

How you been?

Uh, you know, not bad.

You?

Yeah.

So, uh, I assume
that you're, uh,

you're here for work.
Yes.

Right, well,
let's talk about that.

How can I help?

Okay, uh, Jared Zorn.

Mm-hmm.
What do you know about him?

Did he ever make
any threats to Evan?

I doubt that
he'd single Evan out.

The team works these
pieces together.

Although, Zorn is facing

federal prosecution
because of us.

We've been trying to bring
this bastard down for ten years.

“Ten years”?
Mm-hmm.

Emily didn't work on it,
did she?

Emily?

No.

That wasn't
a Forefront story then.

Why do you ask?

It's possible

that Evan and Emily's deaths

are connected.

What are you talking about?

Emily was killed
by a drunk driver.

The guy plead guilty.

It might not be that simple.

Hey, Brody.

How was Houston?
Promising.

What you guys find?

Well, Patton ran the GPS
on Babish's car.

Now, in the two days
he was in town,

he went to the same house
five times.

Including the night
he died.

Now, we went
over there ourselves.

The owner wasn't there, but we
noticed a spiked metal fence.

And we found
dried blood on it.

So now we're thinking that

Babish wasn't there
for a friendly visit.

The housekeeper
gave us security footage

on the night Babish died.

We think that's
Warrant Officer Babish.

And that

here...
is the owner of the house

Jared Zorn, who is now

MIA.

Babish wrote an exposé on Zorn.

Which gives Zorn

motive to kill Babish
in retaliation.

And no motive
to kill my sister because

Zorn and Emily had nothing
to do with each other.

So I am back to square one.

Everything good?

Jared Zorn... where we at?

Got the BOLO out.
Nothing popping.

Maybe we should put
one out on Brody, too.

Haven't seen her yet
this morning.

Yeah, I tried calling--
voicemail.

Yeah, well, once you get
your hopes up that high,

coming down isn't an easy thing.

That's why I gave her
the morning off.

Well, what can we do?

We let her know that we care,

that we're there for her.

All you can do.

Meantime, we got lots
of questions to answer.

Looking like Zorn
might've killed Babish

for writing that story.

But why would Babish
go to Zorn's house?

Ask and you shall receive.

Okay, footage had
a whole lot of stink on it.

But with a little
bit of Irish luck,

I cleaned it right on up.

Seems that Babish broke in
to get his hands on that laptop.

But the story on Zorn
was already published.

The damage was done.

Why would Babish
still want Zorn's laptop?

Yeah, we're missing
a big piece here.

We find that laptop,
we find our answers.

I'll get a warrant
to search Zorn's house.

What if Babish got away with it?

Well, you two go and search
his family house in Lafitte.

Likely Babish was staying there.

Work, P.

Love what you've done
with the place.

It's a work in progress.

You want some tea?

That's why you're
my favorite tenant.

Ah, now that girl
looks like she was fun.

Yeah, she was.

I was always the shy twin.

And she brought me
out of my shell.

Uh-huh.

Even after all
these years, I...

I still feel lost without her.

Oh, that's a dark place to be.

Pride sent you,
didn't he?

I felt like I was this close
to finding the truth,

and I just, I can't...

I-I don't know
how to move on.

You know...

some folks say
whatever doesn't kill us

makes us stronger.

What they should say is
whatever doesn't kill us

can make us stronger

if we let it.

If only it were that easy.

You say, “I will move on,

because my life matters, too.”

But only you can do that.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Just old friend in town.

Oh.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I needed to talk to you.

What you told
me yesterday,

it kept me up
most of the night.

I shouldn't have told you.
I'm sorry.

I-I didn't, I didn't
mean to upset you.

Yeah, I'm sure
that you didn't.

But now I just can't
stop thinking about it.

I'm sorry, Daniel.

I don't need you to be sorry.

But I do need you to stop
looking into Emily's death.

You came all the way
from Houston to tell me this?

You're Emily's sister, okay?

And I care about you.
I'm worried about you.

And I know
what it's like

more than anyone
to be stuck in the past.

But this is not healthy.

You got to let it go.

“Let it go”?

Emily may have been murdered.

How can you brush that off?

Merri, you're looking for
answers that just aren't there.

Okay?

I can't dwell
on this anymore.

I'm getting married.

Congratulations.

Oh, don't-don't be like that.

No, you know what?
I am so glad

you're able to put
Emily behind you.

You won't hear from me again.

Have a safe trip
back to Houston.

I was thinking we could
do something for Brody.

You know, cheer her up?

Yeah, I don't think a pizza
party's gonna do the trick.

Well, could raise
the bar a little higher.

Look, I don't think
there's a bar high enough

for what she's
going through.

It's just gonna
take some time.

Hey.

I thought no one was

supposed to be living here.

NCIS.

Federal agents.

Clear.

Clear.

Ah, looks like the Babish family
needs a new interior decorator.

Eh, more like Jared Zorn was
here looking for his laptop.

Well, if it was here,
it's gone now.

Patton, tell me
some good news.

Why you think
they keep me around?

I went deep diving through
Zorn's credit card history.

Turns out, he bought
his laptop six months ago.

And that particular bad boy has
built-in geo-location software.

And I tracked it right
to Babish's pad in Lafitte.

Yeah, I don't think so, buddy.

We're in said pad,
and it ain't here.

That's the pinging
locator sound.

The rest should be
self-explanatory.

Sounds like it's
in the chimney.

You want me to come
down there and get it?

Or maybe you don't
need me to do everything?

Hold your taters, Patton.

B-I...

N-G-O.

You're a genius, Patton.

So, Lasalle and Sonja

just brought
the laptop back.

Did you get anything off it?

No, I just started
a diagnostic on it.

Patton went to go
get us some snacks.

That usually helps.

You know that someone
sent you those photos

for a reason, right?

Your sister's death wasn't
just about Edward Lamb.

For whatever it's worth,

I... I still believe.

That means a lot.

Uh, yeah,
you know, it's, uh...

it ain't no thing.

Dude, what the hell is going on?

I don't know, man-- all
I did was put it online.

Something's funky.

Yeah, well, it ain't

just Brody kissing you.

Dude, your laptop
is being hacked.

Hacked? What are
they looking for?

Well, it's unclear,
but they haven't gotten

through the firewalls yet,
so maybe we can trace

who's doing it.
All right, let me know what you find.

So, this is really strange.

Someone's trying to hack
into Zorn's laptop.

Right now?
Yeah.

Any idea who?

Patton and Sebastian
are looking into it.

They don't have
anything yet.

Okay, well, I got something
pretty strange, too.

BOLO on Zorn came back.

He's dead.

What? What happened?

Zorn was crossing the road,
vehicle ran into him.

NOPD got the call.

They think it's an accident.

Okay, another person
accidentally killed

by a vehicle?
I don't think so.

Yeah. Lasalle and Sonja are
meeting Wade at the crime scene.

If there's foul play,
we'll find out.

Okay, so Zorn catches Babish
stealing his laptop.

Babish ends up dead
that same night.

Then Zorn tries to get
the laptop back,

fails, ends up dead, too?

Now third person's
trying to hack in.

What's on that laptop?

And how is this hacker involved?

Well, now you can ask him.

So, I traced
the hacker's IP address,

connected it to a physical
address in Baton Rouge.

I'm texting it to you guys
right now.

All right, let's go.

NCIS!

Federal agents!

NCIS.

Put your hands
where I can see them.

Show 'em to me.

Easy.
Okay, okay, okay.

Easy, hands out.

Oh, my God.

Edward Lamb.

He's the one
who killed my sister.

Percy, you see this now,
don't you?

Emily and Babish's cases
have to be connected.

Lamb killed my sister,
then he hacked into the laptop

that Babish stole--
now, what else could that mean?

Yeah, I don't
disagree with you.

There is a connection.

Lamb murdered my sister.

I am betting he killed
Babish and Zorn, too.

Maybe, but that's

a big leap.

This is what we know.

Lamb was released from prison
six months ago.

Living off the grid
ever since.

Psych evals are normal.

And he was an I.T. dude,
which explains the hacking.

But that's all we got.

That's not all.

Patton scanned
Lamb's computers,

found something that I think
you're gonna want to see.

Photos.

Lamb sent me the photos.

Why the hell would he do that?

I got to talk to him.
Brody.

Remember what we spoke about?

About you going down a
rabbit hole-- you're down there.

And I got to be frank--
I don't trust your judgment.

You may not trust me,
but I have been right all along.

I said there was a connection,
and there is.

So please,
don't shut me out right now.

Look, Tie may need to go

to the runner on
this one, King.

Lamb says...
he's got to talk to Brody.

I know you hate me.

I understand.

My sister is dead
because of you.

No, she isn't.

I did not kill her.

This is a one-month
sobriety coin.

I got it at an AA meeting
the night Emily died.

I swear to you...

I never would have had a drink
that night.

We're supposed to believe that?

You pled guilty,
Edward.

Now we're supposed to...

believe you were framed?

If there was any chance
I thought someone

would've believed me, I wouldn't
have taken the plea bargain.

But yes, yes,

I think I was drugged.
I was knocked out.

Someone else ran over
your sister, and I was put

in the driver's seat.

Why choose you to be the patsy?

Because I was an alcoholic
with an old DUI.

An easy target? I don't know.

All that matters now
is clearing my name.

That's all I have left.

I have to prove it.

I have to.

That's why you sent me
those photos.

So I'd prove it for you.

But you didn't
find anything.

I had to take
it on myself,

do my own investigating.

What have you found?

Mostly I've been grasping
at straws.

But I thought maybe Emily's
death was related to her work.

So when Evan Babish died,

i-it got me thinking.

Babish worked at the same paper
on the same team.

And both deaths were made
to look accidental.

I thought the exact
same thing, too--

that whoever killed Emily
killed Babish, too.

And if I find who killed Babish,

I find who did this to me.

That's why you hacked
Zorn's laptop?

Of course.

Babish published
that story about Zorn.

I thought maybe
he was responsible.

I was looking for proof.

You think
he's telling the truth?

He served his time--

why would he be doing all this
if he wasn't innocent,

if he wasn't looking
for who framed him?

So everyone thinks
the same person's

behind all these murders.

Now all we need
to do is find evidence

proving the connection.

Well, we might be able
to help you with that.

We just ran
Jared Zorn's blood work,

and surprise, surprise--

he also had elevated
blood alcohol levels,

just like Babish.

Which made us wonder
if someone

was trying
to make them look like drunks

who couldn't notice
oncoming vehicles.

Which would be pretty smart

considering how often
coroners close their books

when alcohol rears its head.
Yeah, so we dug

a little deeper,
and it turns out

that both Babish
and Zorn were drugged.

Alprazolam-- it's a medication
that when combined with alcohol

drastically increases
intoxication levels.

And as I was digging deeper,
I went even further back--

to Edward Lamb's blood work.

He, too, was drugged.

Alprazolam every time.

My guess--
they were all injected

with an alprazolam-alcohol
cocktail.

This is the proof.

So it is the same killer.

Yeah. Which is a nice way
of saying,

“Boom, we told you so. What?
Bro-astian for the win.”

That's “Brody” and
“Sebastian” combined.

You just...

We're done here.

Sounds like our killer has
a very specific M.O.

Could be a pro.
Well, if he's struck before,

there may be a record of it.

All right, you two start
with the NCIC database.

Hey,

we're almost there, Mer.

Almost there.

And I'm about
to get you closer.

If Mr. Lamb knew how
to hack into this puppy,

he'd have found
something interesting.

Turns out someone put
remote-monitoring software

on Zorn's laptop.

Otherwise known as a bug.

So someone was spying on Zorn?

Oh, and here's the kicker.

All the information
on the laptop

was being transmitted to
a server at the Houston Globe.

I would love to tell you
who was receiving it,

but too many firewalls
on their service.

Impossible to track.

Come on.
We're going back to Houston.

Look... I don't know
anything about it.

Come on, you're the I.T. guy--
if anyone knows

what's going through
those servers, it's you.

Here's what we know,
Jessica.

Your ex-boyfriend,

who you spoke to
right before he died,

stole that laptop
from Jared Zorn's house.

Now we know it was bugged
and sending information

through your servers.

So forgive us
if it's hard to believe

that you don't know anything.

Look, we know
you're hiding something.

What is it?

Sorry. I just don't know
who's listening to me in there.

I did lie before...

about what Evan and I
talked about on the phone.

I'm just... I'm scared.

Jessica, we can protect you.

Evan told me

he stole
Zorn's laptop.

He wanted to prove
their lies.

That story on Zorn...

Evan had him working on it
for months,

and then it died.

Evan couldn't find
the smoking gun.

And then suddenly Forefront
had all these files

proving Zorn's guilt,

all from anonymous sources--
no one could say

where they were from.
They got the files

from the bug.

That's what
Evan wanted to prove.

Did Evan know who was behind it?

Of course.

Who's in charge of Forefront?

Who ran the story?

Whose family loses
their business

if we don't keep
people reading?

Daniel Nolan.

Daniel knew Evan
was onto him.

He did it.

Excuse me.

This makes so much sense now.

Daniel wanted me
to drop the case.

I... I hadn't thought
about this until just now,

but right before Emily died,
Forefront ran

the State House
corruption piece.

The story was dead.

And somehow
it came back to life.

Which means Emily knew

about the bugging.

Pride...

please don't tell me
he killed her.

Yeah, Chris?

We got a pop
in the NCIC database.

Same M.O. as our killer.

A dude named Martin Gorman.

Private investigator with a
background in military security.

Yeah, in 2002

and 2006 he was unsuccessfully
tried for murders.

Both victims had alprazolam
in their system.

And we got Gorman's addy.
We're on the way.

I think we got an idea
who might've hired him.

When you find him, ask him if
he knows the name Daniel Nolan.

Martin Gorman! NCIS!
Open up!

Son of a bitch!

This is as fast as you can go?
No, ma'am.

Hey, he's like
the Energizer Bunny.

I'll cut him off.

How you doing, Mr. Gorman?

Yeah. That sounds about right.

Step out, my man.

You got a lot of explaining
to do, Mr. Gorman.

That might be the understatement
of the century.

Three murders in eight years--
it'd take all week.

You got
two things on me--

jack and squat.

We do have two things, actually.

Yeah, bugging software
and alprazolam

found in your house.

Now, I wonder what
you could use those for.

I think he would use it
to drug Edward Lamb

and frame him
for Emily Brody's murder.

And then he took care
of Evan Babish,

and last
but certainly not least,

Jared Zorn.

And after Babish
stole his laptop,

he couldn't risk Zorn

finding out
what was on it, could he?

Mm-hmm.

I want a lawyer.

Oh, you'll get your lawyer.

But he's not saving you
from the death penalty.

No, sir. See, we got you for
murders in Louisiana and Texas.

Best way you can help yourself

is if you tell us
who you're working for.

Now, the name Daniel Nolan,
does that ring a bell?

Daniel.

Merri. Hey.

What's going on?
What are you doing here?

Robert Nolan...

you are under arrest.

Under arrest?

What are you talking about?

We're talking

about Martin Gorman,
the man you hired

to kill three people,
including Babish and Emily.

Wh... Come on, this is crazy.

No, it's not, actually.

These murders were
all part of a cover-up

so your father
could steal information

for Forefront.

No, that's not true.

You're lying.

I know it's hard to hear,

but it doesn't make it
any less true.

Who got you the files on Zorn
after the piece went dead?

Ask your father where
he got the information.

If you think I'm lying...

ask him.

Dad?

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

What?

Get hurt?

You had my sister killed.

How could you?

No, no, Merideth,
i-it wasn't that...

Don't make this harder
than it already is.

Wait, wait, Dad,

It's over.
what are you doing!

No!

Those stories...
they had to be told.

The truth had to come out.

The truth? What truth?

You just did this so you
could save your precious paper!

I did it
to save your future.

Emily was my future!

Robert...

this is not the answer.

It won't solve anything.

Actually, it might
make things worse.

Maybe not for you,
but for Daniel,

for Nancy.

They'll never have
their questions answered.

They will always be...

longing...

hurting...

wondering.

They deserve closure,

Robert.

And we deserve
justice.

Don't deny us that.

Robert...

it's the least you can do.

Happy St. Patty's.

Hey.

There you are.

No stew?

I'm sure the recipe

is in one of my boxes.

How you doing?

So, we got to the truth
of it all, but...

I still feel this...

hole in my heart...

and it's...

it's just as big
as it was before.

Yeah.

You just got to take it
one day at a time.

One box at a time.

It's okay to start
living your life again.

You got the strength.

And I'm proud of you.

Emily would be proud, too.

Thanks.

Come on.

Come inside.

Thank you, Pride.
Sure.

Ah. But I'm not the only one

who has to take it
one day at a time.

Hi. Uh, I'm Edward.

I'm an alcoholic,

and I have recently celebrated
my eighth birthday.

Hi, Edward.

Uh... these last few years

have not been easy.

For a long time, uh,

people thought the
wrong thing about me.

But, uh...

...I think...

finally, my-my life's
starting to turn a corner.

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