NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - Help Wanted - full transcript

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't got no money ♪

♪ No fancy car ♪

♪ Ain't got no excuses baby ♪

♪ Hanging by the bar... ♪

Sam? Table for two?

Welcome to Zolfo's.

Order up.

♪ I don't owe you a thing ♪

♪ But we ain't getting married ♪

♪ I ain't buying you
no diamond ring ♪



♪ That's all right ♪

Okay, order up in three...

Two...

One.

Go, go, go.

Got to serve it to 'em hot.

Smile.

♪ I don't owe you a thing ♪

♪ I don't owe
you a thing ♪

Bourbon steak.

Signature dish.

It's for you, Grandpa Zolfo.

♪ ...getting married now ♪

♪ I ain't buying you
no diamond ring ♪



Where the hell's the bourbon?

Here you go, Danielle.

Hot.

Where's my paprika?

(screaming)

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x22 ♪
Help Wanted
Original Air Date on May 3, 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. ♪

(phone ringing)

Right with you, fellas.

Hey, Brody, I've been waiting
for your call.

BRODY:
Sorry.

Got caught up.

Where are you?

At the bar.
A little short on help tonight.

It sounds like you
have your hands full, Pride.

Yeah, yeah.

It's always something.

All right. You got an update

on the General Matthews leak?
Talk to me.

All right. The documents

with the privileged
info on the case

that were sent to the outlets,

came from an IP address
here in D.C.

Patton able to get you
an exact location?

Office park
outside of Arlington.

Got a thermal image
of the location.

Looks like some kind
of server farm.

I'll check on it first thing.

Yeah, well, be careful, Brody.

We don't know
what we're dealing with.

Yeah, well, we know someone
wanted to disgrace

General Matthews,
and two people are dead

in connection with it.

We also know they were able

to access our case files.

And that takes skill.

Could be looking
at an Edward Snowden,

or someone worse.

If you need help,
call Director Vance or Gibbs.

You're alone there.

Solitude feels right.

It'll give me a chance
to hear myself think.

You should try it sometime.

(laughs)
(phone beeps)

Yeah, uh, well,
it won't be tonight.

I gotta go.

We got a case.

(sirens wailing)

So you see anything
odd before the explosion?

Uh, this is New Orleans.
You got to be

a little more specific.

Like someone rushing
in or out

around the time it happened.

Nah, I didn't see
nothing like that.

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

Talk to me.

Explosion happened
in Zolfo's kitchen.

Suspicious circumstances.

No fatalities,
but ten injuries,

including Navy Culinary
Specialist Danielle Jarrett.

Took the brunt of the blast.

She's in town on liberty.

The mom, Elaine,

stepdad, Blake,
they own the place.

Witnesses?

A lot of people heard
the big boom...

ran the other way.

Call Wade.

Have her go
to the hospital.

C.S. Jarrett may
have evidence on her.

On it.

(camera shutter clicking)

Nearly impossible
to keep these old places

up and running, and then...

something like this happens.

Brought Laurel here
for her sixth birthday.

(chuckles)

First big night out.

Got a lot of memories
for a lot of people.

But Arson Squad
doesn't seem to think

that this was an accident,

but they haven't
found any evidence

of what caused the blast.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

Could be a pipe bomb.

SONJA:
We might have something else.

EMT...

said this was
near Danielle's body

after they pulled her out.

A package?

Well, it could have been
what the bomb came in.

Well, if that were true,

it would have been
obliterated in the blast.

Not necessarily.

Not if it was directional.

All right.

Print it
and get it to Sebastian.

Wow, I got something.

It's the Prince of Pies.

The Prince of what?

No. Anthony Flanders.

You never heard of him?

No.
Come on.

Flanders' Landing.

He's got all those restaurants.

I don't eat at those
kind of places.

Ah, that's right,
all your hookups

get the Michelin Star treatment.

MAN: You son of a bitch,
I'll kill you.

Oh, yeah?
I'd like to see you try.

SONJA:
Pride, that's him.

His print is
on the package.

FLANDERS:
Get off me.

PRIDE: Break it up, now.
BLAKE: Get away from me.

I come here to pay my respects
and this is how I'm treated?

I want to press
full charges.

Yeah, you come over
here you son of a bitch.

Get your tail
out of here... Mr. Flanders,

charges may be pressed,

but not against him.

What are you talking about?

Your prints
on a suspicious package

is what I'm talking about.
Let's go.

Get your damn hands off me.

You're under arrest.

On what charge?

Assaulting a Federal Officer,

and suspicion of sabotage.

PRIDE:
What were you doing at Zolfo's

after the explosion?

It was a nice night.

I took a walk.

Been looking
at your record.

Intimidation. Extortion.

Look closer there.

Charged, but never convicted.

Blake Jarrett said you've been
harassing him and his wife.

That guy.

I've been trying
to buy them out for months.

They're too thick-headed
to accept.

You know I got five locations

here in the
Greater New Orleans area.

You know why?

I offer large portions,

at affordable price points.

Package found at
the crime scene.

Handwriting look familiar?

'Cause your prints are on 'em.

You want to tell me
what was inside?

Danielle Jarrett.

She almost died last night.

You know what?

I feel bad for her.

But I didn't do it.

You know,
if her family sold to me,

maybe none of this
would've happened.

That sounds like a confession.

No, it's a fact.

I don't hurt people.

Hey,

I'm the Prince of Pies.

What do you think, King?

He do this?

Not sure.

But we owe it to Danielle
to find out.

Yeah, but we have his prints.

On a scrap of packaging.

Doesn't prove much yet,

till Sebastian tells us
what was in the package.

And we need to know
who delivered it.

I'll head to the hospital,

talk to Danielle, her parents.

Meantime, pull surveillance.

Learn things.

(breathing heavily)
Oh!

God, it hurts!
Almost done here.

Hang in there.
I- I can't. I can't.

Just a few more, Danielle.
(Danielle breathes heavily)

The doctor needs to do
this debridement.

I'll remove the shrapnel
so there won't be infections.

You'll have evidence too,
right?.

Yes, dear.

Evidence too.

(softly):
Okay, good.

Where's my mom?

She's right outside, dear.

Doctor, that IV needs
to be reapplied.

I keep trying to get a good
vein, but they're weak.

(Danielle pants)
Here.

(Danielle cries out)

Good job, Danielle.
We're all done for now.

(panting):
Get the guy who did this.

We found this.

It came off some
kind of package.

Well, we opened up early,
around all day.

Never saw that package.

Did you notice
any unfamiliar people?

Delivery men, or...

We got deliveries
coming in all the time.

You and I both know
that Flanders done this.

I mean,
(scoffs)

I watched you
haul him away yesterday.

We brought him in
for questioning, that's all.

He's been harassing us
for months.

He's pissed we won't
sell him Zolfo's.

It's been in my family
for a century.

Oh, this is all
my fault, isn't it?

No.

You see this, Agent Pride?

You see what Flanders done?

I could kill him.

You need to keep a cool head,
Mr. Jarrett.

Mm.
WADE: Ah.

They gave Danielle a sedative,
she's resting.

You can be with her.

Oh, good.
Thank you

Danielle say anything
about the blast?

No.

Just that she wanted to
get the guy who did it.

The shrapnel from her body?

I noticed a...

partial number on a piece.

Maybe serial number
from the bomb.

Let's get it to Sebastian.

Thanks, Loretta.

Mm-hmm.

Anything on surveillance?

We scanned the street
and traffic cams.

No luck on the mystery delivery.

But then I got to thinking.

How you took Laurel to Zolfo's
on her first big night out.

Yeah.
And how my mom

took me and my brother first
time we visited New Orleans.

Lots of pictures,
probably too many.

I wore this little tuxedo.

Man, I was looking studly.

Did you also learn
to use the little fork?

No, I learned that in cotillion.
(phone chimes)

Damn.

I was supposed to be at the bar,
let the electrician in.

You want to go?

(sighs)
No.

No time, I'll reschedule.
Pictures.

Right. So we got Zolfo's
reservation list,

called everyone on it,

scanned the selfies.

And we think our suspect
could be in one of these.

PRIDE:
Stop.

Right there, zoom in.

The guy with the package.

Run facial recognition.

(sizzling, chopping)

JJ, what are you doing here
with the redfish?

Remember when you plate it,
how did I teach you?

Diagonal right?
JJ: Right.

Lots of butter.
Got it.

Keep the plates clean.

Excuse me, you're in the way
of my amuse-bouche.

Amuse-bouche this.

We're federal agents.
And, uh, we have you on camera

delivering a very suspicious
package to Zolfo's.

And ten minutes later,
it went kablooey.

You think that I did that?

Well, I think
your boss Flanders

put you up to it.

Talk now, and we might
cut you a deal.

I got nothing to say.

Well, we know you got a record.

Using and selling

cocaine, heroin...

Keep it down, okay?
I'm clean now.

That's old news.
I've reinvented myself.

Oh, so is that why
you've been missing

your meetings
with your probation officer?

Look, we can arrest you
right now.

So why don't you just tell us
what was in the box?

Hey, babies.

(squeaking quietly)

Rats?

You delivered rats?

Well, it's not about the rats,

it's about the mites
that are on the rats.

Please, just stop talking.

Health inspector detects them,

shuts down the restaurant.

And Flanders had nothing to do it.
Come on.

We found his fingerprints
on the packaging.

That's 'cause I got
the package from his office.

Look, Flanders said that
if he got Zolfo's,

he'd make me the head chef.

Go big or go home, right?

(scoffs)

(sighs)

Wash your hands 'fore
you go back in there.

Sebastian analyzed the package.

Significant traces of rat DNA.

BRODY:
He give you anything else?

Not so far.

We'll start fresh
in the morning.

(crackles)
Ah!

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just, uh...

doing some electrical repairs
at the bar.

Tell me about your day.

Did you make it
to the server farm?

Yeah, only the place
was cleaned out.

Nothing but empty offices.

Leasing company said
the space was rented

to something called
Channel Industries,

but no contact info
for them at all.

Pride?

You there?

Sorry.

Mind went to the other case.

Too focused on Flanders
and this mysterious package.

Haven't thought
about other scenarios.

Yeah, well, you're a chef.
I mean, you'd know

better than anyone
what went on in that kitchen.

Brody, you're brilliant.

Gotta go.

Glad I could help?

(knocking)

Meredith Brody?
Agents Walker and Davis, FBI.

Need to come with us.

I'm NCIS.

We know who you are.
Please.

What are you doing?

Confiscating
your computer.

Let's go, please. Now.

This must be a misunderstanding.

I need to call Director Vance.

(yawning loudly)

Sorry to keep you up so late,
Sebastian.

But if we can figure out

what Danielle was doing
when the blast happened...

Figure out the source
of the blast itself,

I.D. the bomber. Let's do it.

Yeah, what do you got?

Uh, okay, so I determined

that the shrapnel
pulled from Danielle

was made of steel

and had traces of propane on it.

Steel and propane.

All right, well,
to make bourbon steak,

you gotta sear it.

All right,
then you add the mushrooms,

the bourbon...

And then to flambé it, you...

Cooking torch.

No, I got the, uh, the kitchen's
cooking torch here somewhere.

Yeah.

There's... it's got
a lot of smoke damage,

but it didn't cause the blast.

How easy would it be to sabotage
something like that?

Well, you just...

got to crack the seal

and then light it.

So... Ow!

Sebastian! You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I'm, uh,
I'm okay, I'm okay.

I, uh...

All right, well...

I guess we know that

a more powerful torch
than this one caused the blast.

Pro chefs use
industrial torches.

Danielle might have
brought her own.

Do you remember
that there was a, uh,

a piece of shrapnel pulled
from Danielle's body

that had, uh,
that had numbers on it?

Yeah.

Well, I matched it
to another piece

from the crime scene, and, uh...

Where is it?

Here, here.

“N-A-V-

I-H-eight...”

That's Navy requisition.

Danielle is a CS
aboard the USS Hawk.

Well, someone on board could
have sabotaged her torch

before she left the ship.

This wasn't about
the restaurant at all.

It's about Danielle.

She was the target.

(helicopter blades whirring)

ESTES:
You think someone wanted

to hurt CS Jarrett?

SONJA:
Captain Estes, evidence suggests

she was the target
of a bombing.

The sabotaged torch
she used came from your ship.

Removing equipment
from the ship

without permission
is against regulation.

We have a serial number.

You said she moved
up the ranks fast.

Maybe she stepped
on someone's toes.

Jarrett was the best Culinary
Specialist we've ever had.

Morale's been at
an all-time high

since she started
cooking for the crew.

1,300 mouths to feed,
three times a day.

It's 24/7 job
and Jarrett was up for the task.

Everybody loved her.

Burke.

Sir?

CS Burke.
He worked with Jarrett

and has agreed
to cooperate fully.

Burke, did you see Jarrett
take a torch from the ship?

We're just trying to figure out
who hurt her.

Yeah, she took a torch off ship.

But it was
only because

she was going to cook
at her family's restaurant.

I watched her pull it
from her locker myself,

check it, and then leave.

Where's the locker?

This way, ma'am.

SONJA:
Thanks.

Hmm.

“DRC”?

Deployed Resiliency Counselor.

It's resource for sailors

to be able to speak anonymously
with a counselor

about any personal issues
they may be having.

She share any “issues” with you?

No, but she seemed worried.

She's been making
a lot of calls to shore

on the POTS line
past couple of days.

Always seems upset afterwards.

Whatever she was worried about,

it doesn't seem to be
about the ship.

You get the records
of those calls?

Sonja's in the radio room now.

They're gonna get us a file.

As for DRC, Danielle never made
an appointment with a counselor.

So she's making
ship-to-shore calls,

seems worried,
no one knows why?

Yeah, it all boils down
to who had access to that torch.

If it wasn't tampered with
on board that ship,

had to be on shore.
(car phone beeps)

That's the hospital.

Danielle's awake.
I'm heading over.

Maybe she can
help us figure out

who tried to kill her.

DAVIS: You want to explain
why you were trespassing

on government property?

BRODY:
I was investigating a company

called Channel Industries.

Are you saying
it's a government front?

We're asking the questions.

You're here because someone
hacked into a server farm.

Look, I am here on
an official NCIS investigation.

Contact Director Vance.

He give you permission

to photograph
this government facility?

This is Washington D.C.

Isn't that what people do?

Sorry I'm late.

John Russo, Homeland Security.

Well, I see you've been
showing Special Agent Brody

your patented FBI charm.

Sadly, we need her back.

This a Homeland Security
operation.

Mmm.
DAVIS: How come nobody notified us?

I'm notifying you now.

As well as your SAC.

Agent Brody came to D.C.
under our authority.

She didn't mention it.

Maybe because
you didn't ask nicely.

No need walking us out.

You want to tell me
what this is about?

Yeah, I will.
Just not right now.

Agents Butler and Lake will
take you back to the Stanbridge.

I'll meet you
at the hotel.

Wait a minute. How do you
know where I'm staying?

Same way I knew you'd be here.

Believe me, DHS is
just as interested

in what happened to
General Matthews as you are.

We'd just rather not involve
the FBI for now.

Loose lips and all.

By the way, you're welcome.

MAN: So I brought you
some beet salad,

my favorite
shrimp and grits,

and then a whole bunch of sweets
from Willa Jean.

We can't have

the brightest chef in the city
eating hospital food.

We're gonna get you
up and at 'em

and cooking in no time,
Danielle.

Thanks, John.

Smells awful good
in here, Mr. Besh.

Hey, King, how are you?

Good, John.
Good seeing you.

Thanks for being here.
Oh, listen, thank you.

Danielle...

I'm Special Agent Pride.

NCIS.

How you doing?

I'm okay.

Could I talk to you alone

for a few minutes?

Yeah, sure.

Take care.
Okay.

Thanks, John.
We'll walk you out.

We'll be right
outside, Danielle.

You always put on a brave face?

I'm a sailor.

You were also the target

last night.

Someone sabotaged

the torch you were using.

Can you think of anyone else

who might have had access to it?

Just me.

Your co-worker said
you are safety-conscious, so...

You went to the ship?

(sighs)

Captain Estes is going
to take me to captain's mast

for removing that thing.

Danielle, our forensic
specialist said

it looks like sabotage.

He a cook?

(chuckles)

Uh...

Tell me about DRC.

You were thinking about,
uh, contacting a counselor?

Had something to do
with some upsetting phone calls

you were having.

That's none of your business.

It is if it has to do with
why someone tried to kill you.

King, you know, I'm sorry.

I don't really feel
like talking anymore.

I need to rest.

I hear you, Danielle.

So, uh... call me
when you're ready, all right?

(gasps) Aah.
Sorry, hon.

It's just these
collapsed veins of yours.

Just gonna be hard.

PRIDE:
Collapsed veins.

Same thing you saw
when Danielle was admitted.

Thoughts?

With the scarring
on her arms,

the most likely explanation
is IV drug use.

See?

That doesn't look
like anything recent.

Though I've seen more than one
chef struggle with addiction.

Maybe she started
using again,

trying to get out of it.

Why she was
considering DRC.

It's just hard to believe
we're talking

about the same girl
I saw yesterday.

Hell-bent on catching a suspect.

Something changed when
I told her she was the target.

Like she's protecting something.

Or someone.

I can pull Danielle's medical
records for tox screens.

(phone beeps)

Ah, hang on a sec.

Oh, come on.

This is the price you pay

for canceling
with an electrician.

A six-hour window.

What?
Don't they know

people need to work?

It's a vast conspiracy.

Juggling act is what it is.

Work, bar, trying to keep
an eye on Laurel.

Oh, I can relate.

CJ with three baseball leagues,
Danny getting ready to graduate,

me here at the job.

Yeah, we need help.
Um, no.

You need help.

But doing it all on your own
gives you a sense of control.

Fills the space.

(chuckling):
Well, listen to you.

So what do we do about it?

Give each other a hug?

Drop out?

Tahiti maybe?

Say no more. I'm in.

(both chuckle)

All right, Brody.

Yeah, call me
when you know more.

Merri okay?
Yeah.

May have a lead
in the General Matthews case.

DHS connection.

Well, we may have a lead
on Danielle as well.

Drug theory might be right.

Danielle was using again?

Emptied her bank account of 15K
the morning she got here

and called that
burner phone three times

before she took liberty.

None of that tells us
who tried to kill her.

I might have
something that could.

That was Captain Estes.

E-mailed secure recordings
of the calls Danielle made

to that burner phone.

PRIDE:
Play the most recent.

You got it.

(line ringing)

DANIELLE: Meet me under the
Crescent City Bridge tomorrow.

MAN:
You have the cash?

DANIELLE:
Yeah, I'll have it.

MAN: Okay, all right,
but just don't be late.

I don't want to get caught.

SONJA:
I smell a rat.

Taylor.

Got a couple more
questions for you.

Health Department
already talked to me.

It's not about
your pets, you idiot.

Nah, it's about your little
meeting with Danielle.

Is this your stuff?

You don't need
a search warrant for that?

No, 'cause I gave him permission
'cause this is my property

and my reputation
you're putting on the line here.

Well, look at what we have here.

Oh, baby, sugar and spice.

Taylor, stop!

Percy, I'm in the truck!

Get in!

Where is he?

SONJA:
There he is. Alley.

All right.

All right, where'd he go?

No, I think we lost him.

Nah, check this out.

The hell are you doing?

Using the
360-degree camera.

Yeah, well,
I still don't see him.

Yeah, he's got
to be here somewhere.

Something under
the dumpster there.

Does that look like a foot?

LASALLE: You can run,
but you can't hide.

Gotcha.

LASALLE:
So we asked around.

It seems that
you and Danielle

have known each other
for a while,

used to cook at Raul's
together back in the day.

Yeah, we worked
the line together.

So what?

So you used to deal to her.

Why are you coming at me
for this again?

Because you keep lying to us,
all right?

You didn't tell us
you met Danielle

under the Crescent City
Connection,

and she gave you
$15,000 in cash.

Come on, Taylor.

What happened, huh?

What made you turn on her?

Is she safe?

Uh, no, which is why
you're sitting here,

'cause she got hurt.

She's at a hospital
though, right?

So there's police or-or guards
or something, right??

What are you trying
to say, Taylor?

(sighs) All right, look,
you got it wrong, okay?

Yeah, I used to sell
to Danielle.

That was before the Navy though.

Sh-She's clean now.

But why meet up with her?

She needed my help.

That's what the money was for.

Hmm, so what kind of help
does $15,000 get

from someone like you?

Time-share in Boca Raton.

I have a cousin--

he's in the vacation business.

It was a cash deal.

You expect us to believe that?

(sighs)

Danielle, she wanted
to disappear, okay?

She came to me trying
to find a place

where no one could get to her.

She was afraid

of someone.

And I swear it was not me.

BRODY:
So, Agent Russo,

we have never met before.

You want to explain why you told
the FBI we're working together?

General Matthews.

That's why
you're here, right?

Someone leaked your
case files to the news.

Ruined his career.

And his appointment to be
my boss at Homeland Security.

You're investigating
the leak too.

You got to try some of this.

No, no, no, they marinate
the tri-tip in Dr. Pepper.

Come on.

I thought I was
buying you dinner.

Saved you the receipt.

So what else you got?

Besides Channel Industries.

I know about Channel
Industries, Brody.

Do you prefer Meredith?

Either one.

Brody.

Okay, Brody.

So what do you know
about Channel Industries?

What do you know?

I know they're NSA.

Servers are backups
for the declassified Intel.

Meaning they were
easier to hack.

Suspect in the
General Matthews leak

(phone chimes)
could have breached the servers,

used them as a platform,
then disappeared.

(clicks tongue)

You're almost right.

He didn't disappear.

My guys just got access

to the Channel Industries
server proxies.

(clears throat)

You mind?

No.

So what was the original
IP address you traced

back to the server farm?

Let's work together.

You give me the IP, my team
gets the original location.

Boom.

We got him.

Glenn Franklin, part of the tech
staff at Channel Industries.

Not exactly Dr. Evil, huh?

Let's go get him.

Let's do it.

(sirens wailing)

Federal agents
with a warrant!

Homeland Security!

AGENT: Clear!

BRODY: Clear.

Suicide.

Oh, Pride, you're here.

That's so weird, I was
just about to text you.

And then you,
like, appeared.

You thinking
the same thing I am,

some kind of
telepathy maybe?

Not telepathy, Sebastian;
Loretta called me.

Oh, okay. Well, that would
have been my second guess.

But hey, look. Um,
I've been analyzing

the seal on that torch.

Some kind of knife was used
to tamper with it.

I was hoping maybe you could
shed some light on it.

Put a pin in
that one, Sebastian.

I've got something I need
to talk to Pride about.

(door opens)
PRIDE: You get Danielle's

hospital records back?
I did,

but I don't believe Danielle
was hurt over drugs, Dwayne.

(phone chimes)
Hang on.

The electrician...
No!

Now...

You need help with the bar.

I know it's hard to give up.

Loretta...

Do it and consider that a nudge.

Now, like you say,
“learn things”"

I looked into
Danielle's medical history

to see if there
was any drug abuse.

I needed her family's records
for comparison.

Found these.

Emergency room visits for
broken bones, concussions, cuts.

Accidents in Zolfo's kitchen.

Well, that's what
the ER Admission says, but...

take a look at these injuries.

Also, this isn't
Danielle's medical records,

they're her mother's.

Danielle's step-father,
Blake, filled out the forms.

(chuckles)
Every one of them.

Pride,

I think he was abusing Elaine,

and Danielle got in the way.

Most recent fall,

week ago.

Day after that,

Danielle started making calls
to a burner phone.

Condo,
draining her bank account,

thinking about talking
to the DRC.

All for Elaine.

Why didn't either one of them
say something?

Well, that's why victims
of abuse are always quiet,

because of finances, religion.

In this case, maybe the
restaurant's reputation.

Or Elaine just couldn't get out
from underneath his thumb.

And despite the physical pain,
she may still love and fear him.

That's what abusers do.

That's where their power lies.

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

No, no, I got to get this one.

It's the hospital.

Pride.

Agent Pride, it's Danielle.

I need to talk to you.

Danielle, you all right?

(dial tone ringing)

What is it?

I'll let you know.

(sirens wailing)

Oh, Agent Pride.
What happened?

Oh, my God.

Well, the doctors think
that it's her pain meds.

That her IV,
some kind of overdose.

(crying):
I only left for a second.

It's okay, honey.
She's gonna make it.

It's okay.

(monitors beeping steadily)

Nurse said Blake
was in the room with Danielle.

Called the doctor
when she stopped breathing.

(sighs) Can't we just take him
in for questioning?

Elaine's word against his.

Then we need to talk to her.

Well, she hasn't
turned on him yet.

Hasn't even
asked anybody for help.

Maybe she just needs
a little nudge.

I'm gonna talk to her.

Blake leaves, follow him.

Agent Pride.

Danielle's stable, thank God.

That's good news.

Listen, we, uh...

we need to talk.

Okay, well,

let me just get Blake.
Well, this is

more of a you
and me conversation.

I, uh, I need
to show you something.

Why are you showing me
an X-ray of my arm?

Because it's
one of the many things

Blake's done to you
over the years.

Oh, no.
This was an accident.

You kept it from Danielle
at first, didn't you?

Want to protect her,
didn't want her to worry.

Accidents,
they're all accidents.

But after the last time
Blake hit you...

I fell.

That's not what you told
Danielle last Monday.

She wanted to get you
away from Blake.

He found out.

He-he tampered with her torch.

Not possible.

I know this must be difficult.

You have no idea.

Blake loves me.

This isn't love.

Please.

If you don't help,

he might try
and hurt Danielle again.

We need you, Elaine.

Danielle needs you.

How?

I can barely help myself,

(crying): how can I possibly
help my daughter?

By being just as strong
as she is.

(sobbing)

Hello, Blake.

Elaine.

Sanctuary.

That's what this place
has always meant to me.

Do you remember
when I first brought you here?

Oh, you-you loved looking
at the pictures of my family,

New Orleans.

All the history.

“If these walls could talk...”
you said.

(voice-breaking):
If these walls could talk...

Elaine...

(chuckles)
What's going on?

Would they tell me why you
would want to hurt Danielle?

What are you talking about?

You asked her to cook
the night of the bombing.

You never wanted her around.

Blake, you encouraged her
to go into the Navy.

It was the best thing
that ever happened to her.

Straightened her life out.

Gave her strength.

The courage to help me
get away from you.

What happened?
How'd you find out?

I overheard her talking to you
about the condo.

She tried to take you
away from me.

So you tried to blow her up?

Wasn't like that.

She just needed to be
taught a lesson.

Like you taught me?

Pushing me, hitting me?

Accidents, Elaine.

Accidents that were your fault.

(crying):
You are a fraud and a monster.

What did you call me?
(screams)

Step away from her now!

Leave her alone!

SONJA:
Put your hands up.

Get 'em up.

SONJA:
Turn around now.

Double cuffs, King.

You're under arrest

for the attempted murder
of Danielle Jarrett.

Let's go.

You did good.

For yourself.

And for your daughter.

Hm.

Sounds like
everything worked out.

PRIDE:
Best it could.

How about you?

Did you electrocute
yourself again?

(chuckles)
No.

I can't do it on my own anymore.

I'm gonna hire
a general manager.

Help me with the bar.

Great. Baby steps, right?

Something like that.

Got your e-mail.

Our suspect in
General Matthews' case

turns out to be another suicide?

Left a note and everything.

Admitted to the leak,

said he did it alone.

Doesn't sound like you buy it.

(knocking)
Do you?

Not really.

Come on back home.

We'll hash it out.

See you soon.

Agent Russo.

Hi.
Hi.

Was hoping you hadn't left.

Wanted to offer you a ride.

Oh, I've got a cab
waiting downstairs.

Send him away. Come with me.

(chuckles)
Why would I do that?

Protection.

Oh, God knows the kind
of trouble you can get into

on the way to the airport.

(chuckling):
Thank you, but I will...

I will take my chances.

Okay.

You have my number.

Yeah.

I do.

♪ Lord ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ I need your ♪
Sounding good.

♪ Helping hand... ♪
Wow.

(indistinct conversations)

Well, looks like somebody's open
for business again.

(Danielle chuckles)

Still got a little
healing to do,

but with help
from friends like you,

and the Navy,

we're gonna be okay.

I think you're
gonna be okay too.

Thank you for everything,
Agent Pride.

You're welcome.

Let us know if you need
anything, all right?

♪ That I can't be... ♪

BESH: Hey, Dwayne.
How about helping out

the rest of the team here?
What do you think?

Come on, John. Why are you
piling on me like that?

Come on.
Great to see you.

You too.

Unless you already have
enough on your plate.

No, never too much
for you, Susan.

Always.
All right.

Who else you bring?

Ms. Leah.

How are you?

I'm well, what you got going?

It smells so good.

Red beans and rice,
Woo!

and fried chicken.
Nice.

That is good.
Thank you so much.

Man, we got the best

of the best of the chefs
in New Orleans

cooking for us right here, huh?

Yes, sir, we do.
(whoops)

Hey, Pride, why don't you tell
Percy here how good

deconstructed cuisine is.
Ugh.

Did you say cuisine?
Yeah.

Uh, reconstruct it, okay?

I don't get going
to a restaurant

if they're not gonna
put my food together.

By separating the flavors,

you give the palate
an opportunity...

To enjoy more of the flavors.
That's what I tried to tell her.

PRIDE: Exactly.
LASALLE: Thank you, Pride.

(Pride chuckles)

We're gonna turn you
into a foodie yet.

We both are.

Well, I'm already a foodie.

A vegan foodie.

(laughter)

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