NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Broken Hearted - full transcript
Brody's mom who works for DARPA comes to town and Brody tries to tell her about the pictures she's been getting that hints that there's more to her sister's death than they thought. Her mother thinks someone is messing with her and before they could talk further Brody's called by Pride. It seems like two corpsmen who were responding to an emergency call were killed. They learn that the id of one of them was taken. They later learn that the id was used to take part in a transport but the driver and the other corpsman were killed. When Pride gets there. they discover that they were transporting an organ for transplant and they shot it making it useless. They learn that the organ was meant for a computer tech who works for DARPA. Pride and his team go to where the tech is awaiting for the organ and they are met by Brody's mom who is the tech's handler. They think someone destroyed the organ cause they want to kill the tech. But they later learn something else is going on.
Corpsman!
It's open.
Hello! Paramedics!
Corpsman? Hello?
It's out.
Unit 207 to dispatch.
Arrived at the residence,
no response.
Searching the premises now.
Copy that, 207.
Take the stairs,
I'll search down here.
Why do I got to take
the stairs?
Because I gave
mouth-to-mouth to the guy
pushing 300 at the last call.
I'm still trying
to catch my breath.
Really?
Come on.
Hello?
Paramedics!
Corpsman? Hello?
Nothing here.
How you looking?
Corpsman?
Mott?
Look, if you try and spook me,
I swear I'm gonna kick your ass.
Seriously, Mott.
Stop playing.
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x07 ♪
Broken Hearted
Original Air Date on November 3, 2015
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Meredith!
Hi.
Mom.
I like this hair.
This is much better than
that boy cut, don't you think?
Good to see you, too, Mom.
Yeah, I thought I told you
that I didn't need
you to pick me up.
And I thought I told you
I wanted to welcome you
to the city.
Well, you know, it's
a work trip, so.
You still haven't said
why you're in town.
Hovercraft conference?
Invisibility cloak expo?
Oh, so close,
but, you know, I don't
work for Hogwarts anymore.
I work for DARPA,
and pretty much everything
I do is, you know...
Compartmented, yes.
No work.
So, just to get small talk
out of the way: let's see,
your dad is, uh,
on a low salt diet,
your aunt's
become a lesbian,
and the dog is
eating his own poop.
Hello.
I have baggage.
Yes, we do.
I know you're probably swamped
with meetings, so I just,
I wanted to make sure I had
a chance to talk to you.
A couple months ago I started
receiving these pictures.
Is that supposed to be you?
Where did these come from?
Oh.
They've been altered in...
in a really disturbing way.
Emily was removed.
I was Photoshopped in.
I bet it was
that Michael Chippino kid
that used to date both of you.
I mean, come on,
who dates twins?
Some kind of crazy fetish
thing going on there.
Mom, a colleague and I
started doing some digging,
and long story short,
these photos led me
to an IP address,
which was this Web site.
Murder conspiracies.
Emily was on it.
Huh.
You know I've always thought
her death was more than
a drunk driver accident.
Apparently
you're not the only one.
Oh, good, that's mine.
Let's go.
Listen, darling, I-I
understand how this stuff
might be upsetting,
but it-it seems
to me, it's just,
like, half-baked
speculation, really.
I mean, there's
no proof here.
There's nothing that
can be documented,
corroborated
and confirmed.
Mom, someone wants me
to see this.
Question is who?
It's work.
Okay, got to go,
but we can discuss this
in the car on the way.
No need, darling,
I ordered a car.
Lunch tomorrow.
You never intended
on driving with me, did you?
Pair of vics.
Hospital Corpsman Second Class,
Petty Officer, Aleah Baldwin
and Hospital Corpsman
First Class, Wesley Mott
both went unresponsive
over comms.
Naval Branch Health
Clinic called
NOPD to investigate.
So NOPD found the bodies.
We got Mott's ambulance run log
off the vehicle.
Says they were responding
to a cardiac arrest.
We got anything
on the home owners?
Tenant's been stationed
at Jacksonville
for three months.
Who made the call?
So when you have
a heart attack,
you usually call 911, right?
Mm-hmm.
Well, whoever placed this call,
dialed straight
into the clinic.
Somebody wanted NBHC
to send first responders.
And the only people on duty,
Mott and Baldwin.
What do we got, Loretta?
Ah, the male corpsman, Mott...
...was shot in the back
of the head,
and the size of the contact burn
suggests he was shot
from close range.
So our killer likely
caught Mott by surprise,
shot him from behind.
And, but unlike Mott,
Baldwin here...
...took a bullet
from the front.
Shooter took out one,
from back here,
and then...
waits for the other one
to enter and...
Bang.
Think I may have motive here.
It's just a theory, but look,
Baldwin's body over there,
totally undisturbed.
Check this out.
Notice anything missing?
Mott's CAC card's gone.
Somebody yanked it.
Lure two corpsman into a house,
kill them,
for their credentials?
Answer me this:
Mott's access card's
been used since the killing?
(machine beeping rhythmically
Okay, secured.
Good to go.
Guys all right back there?
Christopher, tell me things.
Two more sailors DOA.
According to their C.O.,
they was on a
classified transport
from Ochsner Medical.
Let me guess,
killer used Mott's ID
for the pickup?
Yep.
Public street.
There's got to be witnesses.
Well, we got a
jogger over there
said he saw a black,
four-door sedan
driving away from the scene.
Get me a make and model.
Pride.
You need to see this.
Organ transplant.
Shot through the heart.
Whoa. Anybody else
thinking Bon Jovi?
Not the time.
Right.
The heart.
Who was it intended for?
According to Navy Intel,
heart was meant
for a civilian Navy Cryptologic
Technician, Max Pinzon.
Pinzon was stationed
out of Virginia;
transferred here a week ago
for a procedure.
That's all we could get.
The rest
is compartmented.
Any word
on Pinzon's supervisor?
Well, we were told we'd get
a civilian handler instead.
And that would be me.
Mom?
I know. And like a bad penny,
she just keeps showing up.
I'm Olivia Brody,
I'm Program Manager
for Defense Advanced
Research Projects Agency.
Some call it DARPA,
as that is
a little easier to say.
And I oversee NCT Pinzon's work.
Agent Pride, I have heard
a lot about you.
And I want to thank you
for hiring my daughter.
Oh, it's been an honor.
You're slouching, darling.
Let's walk and talk.
This is mom?
Not a word.
Okay.
I recruited Max
after our security personnel
discovered that he had hacked
into our DARPA servers.
Now he's writing code
for us.
That's a lot of security
for a civilian.
He's an irreplaceable
asset.
And his condition?
Congenital heart defect.
Hello, Max.
Considering my surgery
was scheduled in 33 minutes,
and I've yet to receive
benzodiazepine,
I take it they're not
my surgeons.
Afraid not.
So who are these stiffs?
They're with NCIS.
Agent Pride.
You're heart...
Compromised.
We're gonna find
who did that.
We're also gonna do
everything we can
to get you another one.
Don't bother.
I'm HH blood group.
Bombay blood group.
Less than .0004%
of people have it,
so the probability
of finding another donor heart
is roughly 4,356,000 to one.
Ergo: you're looking
at a dead man.
We got four sailors dead,
all because somebody wanted
to get to this kid.
Tell me things.
Max Pinzon, aka PinZ0.
For those of you
keeping score at home,
that's big “P,” little “I,”
little “N,” big “Z,”
number zero.
Millennials.
Yeah.
Regardless of spelling,
PinZ0 was a foster kid,
in and out of group homes
since the age of seven.
IQ's off the charts,
though. 160.
Same as Einstein
and Stephen Hawking.
His heart condition wa#
discovered at age ten.
Got his first computer
right after that.
Six years later,
hacked into the DARPA servers.
The agency caught him,
turned him.
Turns out he's been working
with Mama Brody ever since.
I had no clue.
It's compartmented,
just like everything else
in the Brody world.
Without the heart, the kid's
looking at three months.
We got any leads?
Given the size and
scope of the operation,
talked to NSA, CIA and NCTC,
but there's no chatter.
Whoever wanted him dead
couldn't get to the kid.
So they got to his heart
instead.
All right.
Sonja, Chris, stay on medical.
Find out everything
about the transplant.
Brody, you're with me.
We want know
who's trying
to kill PinZ0,
we need to know more
about what he was working on.
I'm decrypting trace routes
to unmask the origins
of unidentifiable
TOR transmissions.
Dude's code is taking the “dark"
out of the Dark Web.
All the perps buyin'
and sellin' weapons
and drugs can now
be traced and ID'd.
Blowing up most criminals'
primary means for doing badness.
Whoa, whoa. Most of?
This'll shut down 97.5%
of all online criminal activity.
Well, I got it
at more like 96.3%,
which is good,
but it's not 100%.
Do you want me to show you how I
unmask randomly selected relays?
Don't talk down to me, Rain Boy.
So regardless of...
whatever any of this means,
the target of
Mr. PinZ0's work is...
Disrupting terrorist
organizations.
Right now,
we're targeting Boko Haram.
Highly advanced.
As are Jihadist Union,
ISIL and Libyan Brigade.
Yes,
but for beta testing purposes,
we're focused on Boko Haram.
Still, they don't have
the kind of infrastructure
in the States to pull
this kind of thing off.
Just trying to help, darling.
We appreciate that.
But the question is--
regardless of the who--
how did they know
the heart was on the move?
I'm gonna head back
to the squad room
and go all Spider-Man
on the Dark Web.
Pride...
We followed the medical
bread crumbs.
Turns out,
Hospital Corpsman Mott
was scheduled to pick up
the transplant heart
this morning
from Ochsner Medical.
Somehow,
whoever killed him knew it.
Looked into the Navy angle.
No breach,
but there is a middleman.
Middlewoman.
Janis Leary.
She's the organ
transplant coordinator.
She scheduled the pick up,
sent Mott the assignment.
And what's funky...
on day of the transport,
she simultaneously logged
into the organ donor network
in two different places.
That's fishy.
Like big-ass tuna fishy.
Her office is in Metairie.
She's on call till 6:00 p.m.
All right, Sonja,
you're with me.
Get back
to the office.
Start checking
out suspects.
I guard that login
with my life.
Sure you do, but fact is,
while you were logged in
in the office,
somebody else was
using your identity
from another
location.
Yeah, who else might
know your password?
Family member?
Friend?
My ex-husband.
Now, he's been
after me
ever since I took Kiko back.
Kiko?
Yeah.
Custody disputes can be ugly.
So cute.
While we follow up
on the husband angle,
need you to think
a little harder on other leads.
Well, there's no one else.
I mean, I was assigned a unique
user name and password
when I started working here.
No one else knows it.
Go back to the assigned part.
Assigned by who?
Blake Walton.
Sweetest man, head of
our IT department.
Yeah,
which is his office?
Oh, well, he's not here today.
Poor thing called in sick
this morning.
Just got off with the NOPD.
Nobody at Walton's home.
Dumped his financials.
70K deposited into his account
as of three days ago.
Guy calls in sick...
happens.
Guy calls in sick
after a big payday...
something is
definitely up.
Yeah, especially if he drives
a black, four-door sedan
that matches the description
of our getaway vehicle.
I'll put a BOLO out.
No need.
Had the car manufacturer
hook us up with his GPS.
Got a location:
Industrial Canal.
I'll drive.
Car still isn't moving.
It's less than an eighth
of a mile from here.
Everything all right?
Mom. Over 30 texts.
She's got the CIA
all over Boko Haram.
“Just trying to help, dear.”
Well, help's a good thing.
Oh, trust me,
“just trying to help”
doesn't actually mean
she's just trying to help.
“Just trying to help” means
she doesn't trust us to find
her golden boy's killer.
Complicated.
Decoding Olivia Brody
takes decryption software
a thousand times more powerful
than PinZ0's.
Okay, you gotta slow down.
Why?
'Cause the car
should be right here.
Great.
We'll call the scuba crew.
Took the divers 20 minutes
to locate the car.
And Walton?
Didn't see him.
So Walton uses
Janis Leary's password
to get Intel on the heart.
Passes it on
to our assassin...
Then acts as
the getaway driver
before dumping
the car in the drink
to get rid of evidence.
Gonna have to fume it
to get prints.
Let's see what we can find.
Or can't find.
Seats in the back are missing
to make room for
the bypass machine.
- Hey, guys.
- Yep?
Walton didn't ditch the car.
And why is that?
'Cause I'm standing here
looking at him.
They cut his heart out.
Only thing taken.
All other organs
are accounted for.
So two hearts.
PinZ0's and Walton's.
The first heart was shot,
the second removed.
Doesn't make sense.
Which is why I went back
and took a closer look
at the one you recovered
this morning.
I noticed the pulmonary trunk
was quite large--
too large, in fact, to be viable
for a transplant for PinZ0.
So, I had Sebastian run
an expedited DNA test
on the heart.
Never guess who
it belongs to.
Walton.
Our killer swapped the hearts
to buy some time,
make us think
this was about killing PinZ0.
But this wasn't
an assassination.
This was a heist.
Which means...
PinZ0's heart...
is still out there.
PinZ0's heart was removed from
the donor's chest at 8:15 a.m.
At 9:10, it was
switched with Walton's
in the back of
the paramedics' van.
Now, assuming the heart's
in an HP machine now...
we've got about seven hours
until it expires,
along with the kid's chances.
All right.
Set a clock.
Know what we're
working with.
Any leads on
the heart's location?
Over 3,500 people
on the transplant list,
new names
added every day.
The demand's higher
than the supply.
Meaning unauthorized
organ sale's
a multi-billion dollar industry.
And with PinZ0's
HH blood type...
His missing heart
is pretty much
the Hope Diamond
of donor organs.
Assuming our killer
has the heart,
gotta also assume
he has a buyer.
Still needs someone
to do the transplant.
Well, there can only b#
a handful of surgeons
skilled enough
to do it.
Now I'll compile a list.
I find anything,
I'll let you know.
My mother.
She wants an update.
I'll take that.
Chris,
search the wait list.
Figure out who's
a match for that heart.
Brody, get with Patton.
Find me a seller.
Request for a pinky...
pair of kidneys.
Ooh. Brand-new set of corneas
strike your fancy?
20/20 vision,
thank you very much.
All right, we'll just
stick to the heart.
Narrowing the search.
Oh. Wait a minute. Wait...
Hey, we being watched.
Back door code
running a spy node.
Oh, wait...
Oh...
Somebody's hacking my server.
Whoever this is is good.
But I'm better.
Hold on.
Gotcha.
Can you get a location?
Oh, hell no.
You're spying on me?
It's my heart.
My life.
I deserve to know what's up.
You gotta let us work.
And trust us.
Please.
Last people I trusted
were the pediatricians who
misdiagnosed my condition.
Lost five years where I
could've been
on the transplant list.
I get it.
It sucks when your body
won't do what you ask it to.
I see what you're doing.
Trying this whole “you and I
are the same” business.
But we're not.
I was born
this way.
Don't get the sense
you were.
How'd you end up
in that chair, anyway?
Bear attack.
Accident in a demolition derby.
I'm serious.
Okay, serious.
Nagano, Winter Olympics, 1998.
Men's ice skating.
I fell doing a triple Salchow.
Takes a rotation speed
of approximately
two revolutions per second
to successfully land
that maneuver.
Judging from the excess weight
around your midsection...
I don't see it.
Who knew Rain Boy
owned the funny?
Eh, what can I say?
I'm well-rounded.
Not as well-rounded
as you, but...
Oh, and again!
'Kay, well, from here forward...
you stick to the jokes.
'Cause if you hack
our servers again,
I'll be the one setting up
your Wi-Fi.
In your jail cell.
No jail cell for me.
My investigation was sanctioned.
Sanctioned by who?
You told PinZ0
to hack us?
We needed to access your
hospital surveillance footage.
And asking wasn't
a possibility?
Asking doesn't always
get me to yes.
Look, we have developed
cutting edge
photo encryption software.
If we just have one image
of the killer's face,
then we can identify him.
We scanned hospital
footage and all cams
within a 20-mile radius.
If we had something to share,
we'd share it.
How can we work together
if you don't trust me?
You're slouching again.
Don't do that.
What?
That.
You don't actually care
that I'm slouching.
Really? What do you think
I actually care about?
I don't know.
You know what, I've never known.
I would love for you to
be straightforward, for once.
I would love to know what
you are actually thinking.
Brody?
Percy's found a
cardiothoracic surgeon,
Susan Gatley.
Works at St. Charles Hospital.
She qualified to do
this surgery?
And she's been MIA
since this morning.
Percy's on the way to Gatley's
house now.
She's gonna meet us there.
We'll keep you posted.
Thank you.
The heart's local.
So it makes sense
the surgeon would be, too.
Trouble.
Looks like we're late
to the party.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear.
Early morning B&E.
Looks like someone
took the doc by force.
Brings her to where the heart
and the patient are waiting.
All right.
See what we can find.
I'll, uh, check out the back.
Damn it!
You're not a canine kind
of person, are you, Percy?
I like them just fine
as long
as they don't call me lunch.
Hey, guys,
what's that in his mouth?
It looks like blood.
Looks like he took
a bite outta crime.
What now?
All right, stand back, ladies,
and watch the dog whisperer
do his work.
Hello, poochie pooch-pooch.
It just ain't right.
30 minutes ago,
this dog was ready to kill.
Poochie-poochie
goes a long way.
Here's a fun fact:
Do you know the breed
is actually called
the German shepherd dog?
So as not to be mistaken
with a German shepherd?
As in a German person
who tends livestock?
I like Germans, you know?
They're kind of like M&M'S.
They're hard on the outside
but soft in the middle.
Except this one,
who had a killer's blood
in its terrifying maw.
That's a valid point.
So I got DNA results back
from the aforementioned
mouth blood.
Gaylan Conroy.
Recently served a stint
in Walpole Correctional.
Based out of Boston.
Got seven years for extortion
and a reputation for
being a gun for hire.
Well, the question is
who's he work for?
I'll put a BOLO out.
Conroy's already been flagged.
Charleston PD's looking for him.
Car theft.
Looks like they got
a photo of him
crossing a toll bridge.
Well, who's the
mystery passenger?
Uh, I-I might be able
to enhance that
if you let me tag in.
By all means, proceed.
All right, let's, uh...
up the resolution here.
And sharpen the pixels.
Still blurry.
If only we knew
someone with access
to top secret photo
software that...
Fine. Fine. Fine.
I will call her.
Okay? I'll call her.
The trick is reducing
the size of the bitmap
to restore
the original resolution, and...
there he is.
Nice work, Mama Brody.
Thank you, Christopher.
Mom, I'm gonna need
my desk back.
I need to run it
through Bruce.
- Oh.
- Won't be necessary.
Thomas Dolan.
Seen him on Interpol
and the FBI's Most Wanted
bulletin.
Been in hiding two years.
Rings a bell from the ATF.
Extortion, racketeering,
money laundering,
murder.
I mean, this guy's a bad man.
With the rap sheet like that,
why resurface
to steal a heart?
Ready for this?
FBI's medical dossier on Dolan
says he was diagnosed
with a heart condition
three years ago.
Want to know the blood type?
HH. Same as PinZ0's.
Thomas Dolan stole the heart
for himself.
Thomas Dolan pays
IT specialist Walton
to tip him off when a heart
becomes available.
Hires Conroy to steal it.
Picks up a heart surgeon
to boot.
Meaning find Dolan...
Find the heart.
All right, Chris,
dump traffic cams.
Tollbooths and ATMs.
I'll update the BOLO.
Sonja with me.
Open heart surgeries
needs supplies,
machines, medications.
We find who bought them,
might also find out where
this is all going down.
We've purchased everything
we could legally acquire
to perform a transplant surgery.
Yeah, we got vascular clips,
rib and sternum retractors,
aorta clamps,
heart monitor,
plus they threw in
this spiffy doctor's coat
for free.
Do you know how hard it is
for me to find something
that fits like this
right off the rack?
So, this is
the legal stuff?
Yeah, and as for
the illegal stuff,
we're talking, uh,
pharmacological anesthesias
like azathioprine
and anticoagulants.
And then there's
the hardware.
This is a
cardiopulmonary bypass machine.
Keeps the blood circulating.
Costs hundreds
of thousands of dollars
and it's only sold to
licensed medical professionals.
Yeah, you can only get your
hands on one of these bad boys
if you steal it or if you
buy it off the black market.
Dark Web.
Illegal medical equipment's
on there all the time.
Patton. I'll call.
I'll get Brody to start checking
in with the manufacturers.
You kept the receipt for
all this stuff, right?
I hope we can return it.
Cardiopulmonary bypass machine.
I see you have one
in your warehouse.
I'm just checking to see
that it's still there.
Can you hold?
No, I don't have time.
And you put me on hold.
Find that machine yet?
I'm working on it.
Max is a special boy, Merri.
A brilliant boy.
We only have 90 minutes left.
You don't think I know that?
Yeah, yeah, sure you do.
“What was I thinking”"
Sorry?
You asked me before.
You wanted to know exactly
what I was thinking.
I'll tell you.
Despite what you might believe,
I trust you more
than you will ever know.
Coffee.
Tell me it's spiked
with gin.
You okay?
One second she trusts me,
and the next second
she goes up there
so she can literally
look over my shoulder.
Classic push me, pull me.
I know a thing
or two about that.
My brother Cade.
Whenever he heads down
the psychological rabbit hole,
one minute he's asking
for help,
the next he's chucking
beer bottles at my head.
Hidden meaning
behind this flying glass?
Whether he knows it or not,
pushing me away
only makes me fight hard
to get closer to him.
Nobody wants to face
their demons alone.
Hello?
Are you still there?
Yes, yes, still there.
Hi.
Great. Model number?
Thank you, thank you.
Okay, Nova-Pilsner Medical,
manufacturer out of Texas,
just reported
a first generation
cardiopulmonary machine
stolen from their
recycling plant two months ago.
There she is.
An A68 Nova-Pilsner Medical
Heart and Lung Machine
sold on the Dark Web
to the highest bidder.
Outdated model.
I was hooked up to it once.
Long time ago.
Well, whoever bought
this machine...
Is the person with my heart?
That's our guess.
Sucks.
What?
Buyer's untraceable.
If my code was finished,
I could locate
where it was purchased,
save my own life.
You ever look
at your relay
decryption algorithm?
I been poking around your code.
You can't do that.
Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on.
After you hacked my server,
Rain Boy,
you lost the right
to can and can't.
Now, about your algorithm.
If you throw in
a set variance key,
you might cut your
trace time in half.
Believe me I've considered it,
but that would take
another year or two,
which I don't have.
Might not have.
Three months
and an HH blood type?
That was the only heart,
and even if you recover it,
the odds of it still
being viable are...
Would you stop
with the odds, kid?
Listen, man, after
I had my accident,
the odds of me moving
anything below my neck
as a million to one.
Had I given up,
I would've got a bed
instead of a sled.
So it was an accident?
I flipped a car doing 300
on the Royal Raceway.
Royal Raceway only exists
in Mario Kart.
Guess you're not planning on
telling me the truth.
Not while there's
work to be done.
What are you doing?
Well, if you can't
finish your code,
we gotta attack this problem
from a different angle.
Find the machine,
not the buyer.
Okay, you gotta read
the manual.
“Offline on-board computer...
“controls the BMP rate...
“controls the blood flow...
controls the voltage
to the machine..”"
This is the new model.
The old model doesn't have
that functionality.
“Requires a..”"
“...steady voltage.”
Bingo!
Hang in there, Rain Boy,
your odds of finishing your code
just got a hell of a lot better.
Wherever this surgery
is going down,
they've got to have a regulated
flow of electricity.
City-wide search.
Only buildings
with voltage regulators
are hospitals
and medical centers.
Been no calls about
hijacked operating rooms.
You gotta assume they're
working under the radar.
Abandoned hospitals,
clinics, walk-ins.
We gotta find this thing.
Okay, there are 97
medical facilities
in the greater
New Orleans area.
88 operational, nine
shut down... and of the nine,
only one of them
is currently
drawing power
from the grid:
Lafayette Memorial
Hospital, in Terrytown.
Smart.
Let's move!
Nothing on the south end.
Headed for the lab now.
Conroy.
Got eyes on Conroy.
♪ ♪
NCIS! Put your weapon down!
NCIS!
Let's go.
Conroy's headed your way.
Drop the weapon! Now!
Come on!
Hands where we can see 'em.
Come on!
Get 'em up!
Come to me, now!
Nice and slow!
Turn around!
On your knees!
Cross your legs.
Get your hands on your head.
Gaylan Conroy...
you're under arrest for the
murder of four members...
of the United States Navy.
Please! Don't shoot.
NCIS.
You're gonna be okay.
They put a gun
to my head.
They made me do it.
But he was too weak.
His eyes are fixed and dilated.
He's brain dead.
Dr. Gatley...
Dr. Gatley!
Yes?
The heart--
where is it?
It's inside him.
We got 15 minutes left!
Flight to the hospital
will take ten!
Even then, chance of the
transplant rejection are likely.
Likely, but not certain.
Keep pumping!
Keep this heart alive!
He's been off the machine
for three minutes,
got a recipient who needs
this heart
waiting at Stewartson
Navy Base, at the hospital.
Go now!
Yeah.
Heli's gonna be here in five.
P, it's showtime, man.
You know...
this was sort of fun.
Ha, ha.
Fun is Bourbon Street,
Fat Tuesday.
When you're a little better,
a little older,
I'll show you
the world, kid.
Got to administer the sedative.
Hey, your, uh...
adjustments to my code,
relay decryption algorithm...
that's not bad.
Really? Not bad?
Almost good, even.
Aw, don't go soft
on me now... Rain Boy.
Y-You should stay on that.
When you're recovered.
That's more important
to me than anything.
I'm-I'm gonna need
someone to finish it,
if I don't make it.
What you need is
to go get your heart.
See you on the other side,
all right?
Okay.
- Ready?
- Yeah?
Software update?
Yeah.
PinZ0 2.0.
I'll be waiting for you.
Okay.
I'm behind you.
Come here.
Give me your hand.
♪ It's getting cold
and I just don't care ♪
♪ So I'm gonna find something
else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Just take a really good
look at me ♪
♪ I'm 22 and I still
don't see why ♪
♪ All of you people ♪
♪ Can't get along ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ 'Cause falling down
ain't so hard to do ♪
♪ Your only crutch be
the bottle of brew ♪
♪ So I'm gonna find
something else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ 'Cause if I ever was
to say to you ♪
♪ All them things
that you wanted me to love ♪
♪ I'd have to find something
else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ So I'm gonna stand here
by your fire... ♪
Percy.
Wake up.
♪ I'm taking care
of soulfight... ♪
What's the word?
♪ And you're the reason... ♪
Doc said that the heart
was in bad shape
by the time
they got it in him.
That kid fought like hell.
♪ I'm taking care
of soulfight... ♪
But it didn't take.
♪ And you're the reason why ♪
♪ So I'm gonna stand here
by your fire ♪
♪ 'Cause it's a cold one
tonight ♪
♪ Taking care of soulfight ♪
♪ And you're the reason... ♪
♪ Why. ♪
You all right?
Not in the least.
Hard to beat the odds, man.
Genius...
trapped in a hospital bed.
Nothing but a computer screen
to live life through.
It's gotta bring up things.
He kept asking me
how I got in the chair.
Did you tell him?
What difference does it make?
I made the decision that this
would never hold me back,
and I told him the same
before he went under.
Got to look forward,
that's what life is.
♪ ♪
You're a good man,
Triple P.
You did everything you could.
Don't wait for me, King.
You think
I did everything, Pride?
Almost everything.
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@elder_man
It's open.
Hello! Paramedics!
Corpsman? Hello?
It's out.
Unit 207 to dispatch.
Arrived at the residence,
no response.
Searching the premises now.
Copy that, 207.
Take the stairs,
I'll search down here.
Why do I got to take
the stairs?
Because I gave
mouth-to-mouth to the guy
pushing 300 at the last call.
I'm still trying
to catch my breath.
Really?
Come on.
Hello?
Paramedics!
Corpsman? Hello?
Nothing here.
How you looking?
Corpsman?
Mott?
Look, if you try and spook me,
I swear I'm gonna kick your ass.
Seriously, Mott.
Stop playing.
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x07 ♪
Broken Hearted
Original Air Date on November 3, 2015
♪ 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. ♪
Meredith!
Hi.
Mom.
I like this hair.
This is much better than
that boy cut, don't you think?
Good to see you, too, Mom.
Yeah, I thought I told you
that I didn't need
you to pick me up.
And I thought I told you
I wanted to welcome you
to the city.
Well, you know, it's
a work trip, so.
You still haven't said
why you're in town.
Hovercraft conference?
Invisibility cloak expo?
Oh, so close,
but, you know, I don't
work for Hogwarts anymore.
I work for DARPA,
and pretty much everything
I do is, you know...
Compartmented, yes.
No work.
So, just to get small talk
out of the way: let's see,
your dad is, uh,
on a low salt diet,
your aunt's
become a lesbian,
and the dog is
eating his own poop.
Hello.
I have baggage.
Yes, we do.
I know you're probably swamped
with meetings, so I just,
I wanted to make sure I had
a chance to talk to you.
A couple months ago I started
receiving these pictures.
Is that supposed to be you?
Where did these come from?
Oh.
They've been altered in...
in a really disturbing way.
Emily was removed.
I was Photoshopped in.
I bet it was
that Michael Chippino kid
that used to date both of you.
I mean, come on,
who dates twins?
Some kind of crazy fetish
thing going on there.
Mom, a colleague and I
started doing some digging,
and long story short,
these photos led me
to an IP address,
which was this Web site.
Murder conspiracies.
Emily was on it.
Huh.
You know I've always thought
her death was more than
a drunk driver accident.
Apparently
you're not the only one.
Oh, good, that's mine.
Let's go.
Listen, darling, I-I
understand how this stuff
might be upsetting,
but it-it seems
to me, it's just,
like, half-baked
speculation, really.
I mean, there's
no proof here.
There's nothing that
can be documented,
corroborated
and confirmed.
Mom, someone wants me
to see this.
Question is who?
It's work.
Okay, got to go,
but we can discuss this
in the car on the way.
No need, darling,
I ordered a car.
Lunch tomorrow.
You never intended
on driving with me, did you?
Pair of vics.
Hospital Corpsman Second Class,
Petty Officer, Aleah Baldwin
and Hospital Corpsman
First Class, Wesley Mott
both went unresponsive
over comms.
Naval Branch Health
Clinic called
NOPD to investigate.
So NOPD found the bodies.
We got Mott's ambulance run log
off the vehicle.
Says they were responding
to a cardiac arrest.
We got anything
on the home owners?
Tenant's been stationed
at Jacksonville
for three months.
Who made the call?
So when you have
a heart attack,
you usually call 911, right?
Mm-hmm.
Well, whoever placed this call,
dialed straight
into the clinic.
Somebody wanted NBHC
to send first responders.
And the only people on duty,
Mott and Baldwin.
What do we got, Loretta?
Ah, the male corpsman, Mott...
...was shot in the back
of the head,
and the size of the contact burn
suggests he was shot
from close range.
So our killer likely
caught Mott by surprise,
shot him from behind.
And, but unlike Mott,
Baldwin here...
...took a bullet
from the front.
Shooter took out one,
from back here,
and then...
waits for the other one
to enter and...
Bang.
Think I may have motive here.
It's just a theory, but look,
Baldwin's body over there,
totally undisturbed.
Check this out.
Notice anything missing?
Mott's CAC card's gone.
Somebody yanked it.
Lure two corpsman into a house,
kill them,
for their credentials?
Answer me this:
Mott's access card's
been used since the killing?
(machine beeping rhythmically
Okay, secured.
Good to go.
Guys all right back there?
Christopher, tell me things.
Two more sailors DOA.
According to their C.O.,
they was on a
classified transport
from Ochsner Medical.
Let me guess,
killer used Mott's ID
for the pickup?
Yep.
Public street.
There's got to be witnesses.
Well, we got a
jogger over there
said he saw a black,
four-door sedan
driving away from the scene.
Get me a make and model.
Pride.
You need to see this.
Organ transplant.
Shot through the heart.
Whoa. Anybody else
thinking Bon Jovi?
Not the time.
Right.
The heart.
Who was it intended for?
According to Navy Intel,
heart was meant
for a civilian Navy Cryptologic
Technician, Max Pinzon.
Pinzon was stationed
out of Virginia;
transferred here a week ago
for a procedure.
That's all we could get.
The rest
is compartmented.
Any word
on Pinzon's supervisor?
Well, we were told we'd get
a civilian handler instead.
And that would be me.
Mom?
I know. And like a bad penny,
she just keeps showing up.
I'm Olivia Brody,
I'm Program Manager
for Defense Advanced
Research Projects Agency.
Some call it DARPA,
as that is
a little easier to say.
And I oversee NCT Pinzon's work.
Agent Pride, I have heard
a lot about you.
And I want to thank you
for hiring my daughter.
Oh, it's been an honor.
You're slouching, darling.
Let's walk and talk.
This is mom?
Not a word.
Okay.
I recruited Max
after our security personnel
discovered that he had hacked
into our DARPA servers.
Now he's writing code
for us.
That's a lot of security
for a civilian.
He's an irreplaceable
asset.
And his condition?
Congenital heart defect.
Hello, Max.
Considering my surgery
was scheduled in 33 minutes,
and I've yet to receive
benzodiazepine,
I take it they're not
my surgeons.
Afraid not.
So who are these stiffs?
They're with NCIS.
Agent Pride.
You're heart...
Compromised.
We're gonna find
who did that.
We're also gonna do
everything we can
to get you another one.
Don't bother.
I'm HH blood group.
Bombay blood group.
Less than .0004%
of people have it,
so the probability
of finding another donor heart
is roughly 4,356,000 to one.
Ergo: you're looking
at a dead man.
We got four sailors dead,
all because somebody wanted
to get to this kid.
Tell me things.
Max Pinzon, aka PinZ0.
For those of you
keeping score at home,
that's big “P,” little “I,”
little “N,” big “Z,”
number zero.
Millennials.
Yeah.
Regardless of spelling,
PinZ0 was a foster kid,
in and out of group homes
since the age of seven.
IQ's off the charts,
though. 160.
Same as Einstein
and Stephen Hawking.
His heart condition wa#
discovered at age ten.
Got his first computer
right after that.
Six years later,
hacked into the DARPA servers.
The agency caught him,
turned him.
Turns out he's been working
with Mama Brody ever since.
I had no clue.
It's compartmented,
just like everything else
in the Brody world.
Without the heart, the kid's
looking at three months.
We got any leads?
Given the size and
scope of the operation,
talked to NSA, CIA and NCTC,
but there's no chatter.
Whoever wanted him dead
couldn't get to the kid.
So they got to his heart
instead.
All right.
Sonja, Chris, stay on medical.
Find out everything
about the transplant.
Brody, you're with me.
We want know
who's trying
to kill PinZ0,
we need to know more
about what he was working on.
I'm decrypting trace routes
to unmask the origins
of unidentifiable
TOR transmissions.
Dude's code is taking the “dark"
out of the Dark Web.
All the perps buyin'
and sellin' weapons
and drugs can now
be traced and ID'd.
Blowing up most criminals'
primary means for doing badness.
Whoa, whoa. Most of?
This'll shut down 97.5%
of all online criminal activity.
Well, I got it
at more like 96.3%,
which is good,
but it's not 100%.
Do you want me to show you how I
unmask randomly selected relays?
Don't talk down to me, Rain Boy.
So regardless of...
whatever any of this means,
the target of
Mr. PinZ0's work is...
Disrupting terrorist
organizations.
Right now,
we're targeting Boko Haram.
Highly advanced.
As are Jihadist Union,
ISIL and Libyan Brigade.
Yes,
but for beta testing purposes,
we're focused on Boko Haram.
Still, they don't have
the kind of infrastructure
in the States to pull
this kind of thing off.
Just trying to help, darling.
We appreciate that.
But the question is--
regardless of the who--
how did they know
the heart was on the move?
I'm gonna head back
to the squad room
and go all Spider-Man
on the Dark Web.
Pride...
We followed the medical
bread crumbs.
Turns out,
Hospital Corpsman Mott
was scheduled to pick up
the transplant heart
this morning
from Ochsner Medical.
Somehow,
whoever killed him knew it.
Looked into the Navy angle.
No breach,
but there is a middleman.
Middlewoman.
Janis Leary.
She's the organ
transplant coordinator.
She scheduled the pick up,
sent Mott the assignment.
And what's funky...
on day of the transport,
she simultaneously logged
into the organ donor network
in two different places.
That's fishy.
Like big-ass tuna fishy.
Her office is in Metairie.
She's on call till 6:00 p.m.
All right, Sonja,
you're with me.
Get back
to the office.
Start checking
out suspects.
I guard that login
with my life.
Sure you do, but fact is,
while you were logged in
in the office,
somebody else was
using your identity
from another
location.
Yeah, who else might
know your password?
Family member?
Friend?
My ex-husband.
Now, he's been
after me
ever since I took Kiko back.
Kiko?
Yeah.
Custody disputes can be ugly.
So cute.
While we follow up
on the husband angle,
need you to think
a little harder on other leads.
Well, there's no one else.
I mean, I was assigned a unique
user name and password
when I started working here.
No one else knows it.
Go back to the assigned part.
Assigned by who?
Blake Walton.
Sweetest man, head of
our IT department.
Yeah,
which is his office?
Oh, well, he's not here today.
Poor thing called in sick
this morning.
Just got off with the NOPD.
Nobody at Walton's home.
Dumped his financials.
70K deposited into his account
as of three days ago.
Guy calls in sick...
happens.
Guy calls in sick
after a big payday...
something is
definitely up.
Yeah, especially if he drives
a black, four-door sedan
that matches the description
of our getaway vehicle.
I'll put a BOLO out.
No need.
Had the car manufacturer
hook us up with his GPS.
Got a location:
Industrial Canal.
I'll drive.
Car still isn't moving.
It's less than an eighth
of a mile from here.
Everything all right?
Mom. Over 30 texts.
She's got the CIA
all over Boko Haram.
“Just trying to help, dear.”
Well, help's a good thing.
Oh, trust me,
“just trying to help”
doesn't actually mean
she's just trying to help.
“Just trying to help” means
she doesn't trust us to find
her golden boy's killer.
Complicated.
Decoding Olivia Brody
takes decryption software
a thousand times more powerful
than PinZ0's.
Okay, you gotta slow down.
Why?
'Cause the car
should be right here.
Great.
We'll call the scuba crew.
Took the divers 20 minutes
to locate the car.
And Walton?
Didn't see him.
So Walton uses
Janis Leary's password
to get Intel on the heart.
Passes it on
to our assassin...
Then acts as
the getaway driver
before dumping
the car in the drink
to get rid of evidence.
Gonna have to fume it
to get prints.
Let's see what we can find.
Or can't find.
Seats in the back are missing
to make room for
the bypass machine.
- Hey, guys.
- Yep?
Walton didn't ditch the car.
And why is that?
'Cause I'm standing here
looking at him.
They cut his heart out.
Only thing taken.
All other organs
are accounted for.
So two hearts.
PinZ0's and Walton's.
The first heart was shot,
the second removed.
Doesn't make sense.
Which is why I went back
and took a closer look
at the one you recovered
this morning.
I noticed the pulmonary trunk
was quite large--
too large, in fact, to be viable
for a transplant for PinZ0.
So, I had Sebastian run
an expedited DNA test
on the heart.
Never guess who
it belongs to.
Walton.
Our killer swapped the hearts
to buy some time,
make us think
this was about killing PinZ0.
But this wasn't
an assassination.
This was a heist.
Which means...
PinZ0's heart...
is still out there.
PinZ0's heart was removed from
the donor's chest at 8:15 a.m.
At 9:10, it was
switched with Walton's
in the back of
the paramedics' van.
Now, assuming the heart's
in an HP machine now...
we've got about seven hours
until it expires,
along with the kid's chances.
All right.
Set a clock.
Know what we're
working with.
Any leads on
the heart's location?
Over 3,500 people
on the transplant list,
new names
added every day.
The demand's higher
than the supply.
Meaning unauthorized
organ sale's
a multi-billion dollar industry.
And with PinZ0's
HH blood type...
His missing heart
is pretty much
the Hope Diamond
of donor organs.
Assuming our killer
has the heart,
gotta also assume
he has a buyer.
Still needs someone
to do the transplant.
Well, there can only b#
a handful of surgeons
skilled enough
to do it.
Now I'll compile a list.
I find anything,
I'll let you know.
My mother.
She wants an update.
I'll take that.
Chris,
search the wait list.
Figure out who's
a match for that heart.
Brody, get with Patton.
Find me a seller.
Request for a pinky...
pair of kidneys.
Ooh. Brand-new set of corneas
strike your fancy?
20/20 vision,
thank you very much.
All right, we'll just
stick to the heart.
Narrowing the search.
Oh. Wait a minute. Wait...
Hey, we being watched.
Back door code
running a spy node.
Oh, wait...
Oh...
Somebody's hacking my server.
Whoever this is is good.
But I'm better.
Hold on.
Gotcha.
Can you get a location?
Oh, hell no.
You're spying on me?
It's my heart.
My life.
I deserve to know what's up.
You gotta let us work.
And trust us.
Please.
Last people I trusted
were the pediatricians who
misdiagnosed my condition.
Lost five years where I
could've been
on the transplant list.
I get it.
It sucks when your body
won't do what you ask it to.
I see what you're doing.
Trying this whole “you and I
are the same” business.
But we're not.
I was born
this way.
Don't get the sense
you were.
How'd you end up
in that chair, anyway?
Bear attack.
Accident in a demolition derby.
I'm serious.
Okay, serious.
Nagano, Winter Olympics, 1998.
Men's ice skating.
I fell doing a triple Salchow.
Takes a rotation speed
of approximately
two revolutions per second
to successfully land
that maneuver.
Judging from the excess weight
around your midsection...
I don't see it.
Who knew Rain Boy
owned the funny?
Eh, what can I say?
I'm well-rounded.
Not as well-rounded
as you, but...
Oh, and again!
'Kay, well, from here forward...
you stick to the jokes.
'Cause if you hack
our servers again,
I'll be the one setting up
your Wi-Fi.
In your jail cell.
No jail cell for me.
My investigation was sanctioned.
Sanctioned by who?
You told PinZ0
to hack us?
We needed to access your
hospital surveillance footage.
And asking wasn't
a possibility?
Asking doesn't always
get me to yes.
Look, we have developed
cutting edge
photo encryption software.
If we just have one image
of the killer's face,
then we can identify him.
We scanned hospital
footage and all cams
within a 20-mile radius.
If we had something to share,
we'd share it.
How can we work together
if you don't trust me?
You're slouching again.
Don't do that.
What?
That.
You don't actually care
that I'm slouching.
Really? What do you think
I actually care about?
I don't know.
You know what, I've never known.
I would love for you to
be straightforward, for once.
I would love to know what
you are actually thinking.
Brody?
Percy's found a
cardiothoracic surgeon,
Susan Gatley.
Works at St. Charles Hospital.
She qualified to do
this surgery?
And she's been MIA
since this morning.
Percy's on the way to Gatley's
house now.
She's gonna meet us there.
We'll keep you posted.
Thank you.
The heart's local.
So it makes sense
the surgeon would be, too.
Trouble.
Looks like we're late
to the party.
Federal agents!
Clear.
Clear.
Early morning B&E.
Looks like someone
took the doc by force.
Brings her to where the heart
and the patient are waiting.
All right.
See what we can find.
I'll, uh, check out the back.
Damn it!
You're not a canine kind
of person, are you, Percy?
I like them just fine
as long
as they don't call me lunch.
Hey, guys,
what's that in his mouth?
It looks like blood.
Looks like he took
a bite outta crime.
What now?
All right, stand back, ladies,
and watch the dog whisperer
do his work.
Hello, poochie pooch-pooch.
It just ain't right.
30 minutes ago,
this dog was ready to kill.
Poochie-poochie
goes a long way.
Here's a fun fact:
Do you know the breed
is actually called
the German shepherd dog?
So as not to be mistaken
with a German shepherd?
As in a German person
who tends livestock?
I like Germans, you know?
They're kind of like M&M'S.
They're hard on the outside
but soft in the middle.
Except this one,
who had a killer's blood
in its terrifying maw.
That's a valid point.
So I got DNA results back
from the aforementioned
mouth blood.
Gaylan Conroy.
Recently served a stint
in Walpole Correctional.
Based out of Boston.
Got seven years for extortion
and a reputation for
being a gun for hire.
Well, the question is
who's he work for?
I'll put a BOLO out.
Conroy's already been flagged.
Charleston PD's looking for him.
Car theft.
Looks like they got
a photo of him
crossing a toll bridge.
Well, who's the
mystery passenger?
Uh, I-I might be able
to enhance that
if you let me tag in.
By all means, proceed.
All right, let's, uh...
up the resolution here.
And sharpen the pixels.
Still blurry.
If only we knew
someone with access
to top secret photo
software that...
Fine. Fine. Fine.
I will call her.
Okay? I'll call her.
The trick is reducing
the size of the bitmap
to restore
the original resolution, and...
there he is.
Nice work, Mama Brody.
Thank you, Christopher.
Mom, I'm gonna need
my desk back.
I need to run it
through Bruce.
- Oh.
- Won't be necessary.
Thomas Dolan.
Seen him on Interpol
and the FBI's Most Wanted
bulletin.
Been in hiding two years.
Rings a bell from the ATF.
Extortion, racketeering,
money laundering,
murder.
I mean, this guy's a bad man.
With the rap sheet like that,
why resurface
to steal a heart?
Ready for this?
FBI's medical dossier on Dolan
says he was diagnosed
with a heart condition
three years ago.
Want to know the blood type?
HH. Same as PinZ0's.
Thomas Dolan stole the heart
for himself.
Thomas Dolan pays
IT specialist Walton
to tip him off when a heart
becomes available.
Hires Conroy to steal it.
Picks up a heart surgeon
to boot.
Meaning find Dolan...
Find the heart.
All right, Chris,
dump traffic cams.
Tollbooths and ATMs.
I'll update the BOLO.
Sonja with me.
Open heart surgeries
needs supplies,
machines, medications.
We find who bought them,
might also find out where
this is all going down.
We've purchased everything
we could legally acquire
to perform a transplant surgery.
Yeah, we got vascular clips,
rib and sternum retractors,
aorta clamps,
heart monitor,
plus they threw in
this spiffy doctor's coat
for free.
Do you know how hard it is
for me to find something
that fits like this
right off the rack?
So, this is
the legal stuff?
Yeah, and as for
the illegal stuff,
we're talking, uh,
pharmacological anesthesias
like azathioprine
and anticoagulants.
And then there's
the hardware.
This is a
cardiopulmonary bypass machine.
Keeps the blood circulating.
Costs hundreds
of thousands of dollars
and it's only sold to
licensed medical professionals.
Yeah, you can only get your
hands on one of these bad boys
if you steal it or if you
buy it off the black market.
Dark Web.
Illegal medical equipment's
on there all the time.
Patton. I'll call.
I'll get Brody to start checking
in with the manufacturers.
You kept the receipt for
all this stuff, right?
I hope we can return it.
Cardiopulmonary bypass machine.
I see you have one
in your warehouse.
I'm just checking to see
that it's still there.
Can you hold?
No, I don't have time.
And you put me on hold.
Find that machine yet?
I'm working on it.
Max is a special boy, Merri.
A brilliant boy.
We only have 90 minutes left.
You don't think I know that?
Yeah, yeah, sure you do.
“What was I thinking”"
Sorry?
You asked me before.
You wanted to know exactly
what I was thinking.
I'll tell you.
Despite what you might believe,
I trust you more
than you will ever know.
Coffee.
Tell me it's spiked
with gin.
You okay?
One second she trusts me,
and the next second
she goes up there
so she can literally
look over my shoulder.
Classic push me, pull me.
I know a thing
or two about that.
My brother Cade.
Whenever he heads down
the psychological rabbit hole,
one minute he's asking
for help,
the next he's chucking
beer bottles at my head.
Hidden meaning
behind this flying glass?
Whether he knows it or not,
pushing me away
only makes me fight hard
to get closer to him.
Nobody wants to face
their demons alone.
Hello?
Are you still there?
Yes, yes, still there.
Hi.
Great. Model number?
Thank you, thank you.
Okay, Nova-Pilsner Medical,
manufacturer out of Texas,
just reported
a first generation
cardiopulmonary machine
stolen from their
recycling plant two months ago.
There she is.
An A68 Nova-Pilsner Medical
Heart and Lung Machine
sold on the Dark Web
to the highest bidder.
Outdated model.
I was hooked up to it once.
Long time ago.
Well, whoever bought
this machine...
Is the person with my heart?
That's our guess.
Sucks.
What?
Buyer's untraceable.
If my code was finished,
I could locate
where it was purchased,
save my own life.
You ever look
at your relay
decryption algorithm?
I been poking around your code.
You can't do that.
Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on.
After you hacked my server,
Rain Boy,
you lost the right
to can and can't.
Now, about your algorithm.
If you throw in
a set variance key,
you might cut your
trace time in half.
Believe me I've considered it,
but that would take
another year or two,
which I don't have.
Might not have.
Three months
and an HH blood type?
That was the only heart,
and even if you recover it,
the odds of it still
being viable are...
Would you stop
with the odds, kid?
Listen, man, after
I had my accident,
the odds of me moving
anything below my neck
as a million to one.
Had I given up,
I would've got a bed
instead of a sled.
So it was an accident?
I flipped a car doing 300
on the Royal Raceway.
Royal Raceway only exists
in Mario Kart.
Guess you're not planning on
telling me the truth.
Not while there's
work to be done.
What are you doing?
Well, if you can't
finish your code,
we gotta attack this problem
from a different angle.
Find the machine,
not the buyer.
Okay, you gotta read
the manual.
“Offline on-board computer...
“controls the BMP rate...
“controls the blood flow...
controls the voltage
to the machine..”"
This is the new model.
The old model doesn't have
that functionality.
“Requires a..”"
“...steady voltage.”
Bingo!
Hang in there, Rain Boy,
your odds of finishing your code
just got a hell of a lot better.
Wherever this surgery
is going down,
they've got to have a regulated
flow of electricity.
City-wide search.
Only buildings
with voltage regulators
are hospitals
and medical centers.
Been no calls about
hijacked operating rooms.
You gotta assume they're
working under the radar.
Abandoned hospitals,
clinics, walk-ins.
We gotta find this thing.
Okay, there are 97
medical facilities
in the greater
New Orleans area.
88 operational, nine
shut down... and of the nine,
only one of them
is currently
drawing power
from the grid:
Lafayette Memorial
Hospital, in Terrytown.
Smart.
Let's move!
Nothing on the south end.
Headed for the lab now.
Conroy.
Got eyes on Conroy.
♪ ♪
NCIS! Put your weapon down!
NCIS!
Let's go.
Conroy's headed your way.
Drop the weapon! Now!
Come on!
Hands where we can see 'em.
Come on!
Get 'em up!
Come to me, now!
Nice and slow!
Turn around!
On your knees!
Cross your legs.
Get your hands on your head.
Gaylan Conroy...
you're under arrest for the
murder of four members...
of the United States Navy.
Please! Don't shoot.
NCIS.
You're gonna be okay.
They put a gun
to my head.
They made me do it.
But he was too weak.
His eyes are fixed and dilated.
He's brain dead.
Dr. Gatley...
Dr. Gatley!
Yes?
The heart--
where is it?
It's inside him.
We got 15 minutes left!
Flight to the hospital
will take ten!
Even then, chance of the
transplant rejection are likely.
Likely, but not certain.
Keep pumping!
Keep this heart alive!
He's been off the machine
for three minutes,
got a recipient who needs
this heart
waiting at Stewartson
Navy Base, at the hospital.
Go now!
Yeah.
Heli's gonna be here in five.
P, it's showtime, man.
You know...
this was sort of fun.
Ha, ha.
Fun is Bourbon Street,
Fat Tuesday.
When you're a little better,
a little older,
I'll show you
the world, kid.
Got to administer the sedative.
Hey, your, uh...
adjustments to my code,
relay decryption algorithm...
that's not bad.
Really? Not bad?
Almost good, even.
Aw, don't go soft
on me now... Rain Boy.
Y-You should stay on that.
When you're recovered.
That's more important
to me than anything.
I'm-I'm gonna need
someone to finish it,
if I don't make it.
What you need is
to go get your heart.
See you on the other side,
all right?
Okay.
- Ready?
- Yeah?
Software update?
Yeah.
PinZ0 2.0.
I'll be waiting for you.
Okay.
I'm behind you.
Come here.
Give me your hand.
♪ It's getting cold
and I just don't care ♪
♪ So I'm gonna find something
else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Just take a really good
look at me ♪
♪ I'm 22 and I still
don't see why ♪
♪ All of you people ♪
♪ Can't get along ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ 'Cause falling down
ain't so hard to do ♪
♪ Your only crutch be
the bottle of brew ♪
♪ So I'm gonna find
something else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ 'Cause if I ever was
to say to you ♪
♪ All them things
that you wanted me to love ♪
♪ I'd have to find something
else to do ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ So I'm gonna stand here
by your fire... ♪
Percy.
Wake up.
♪ I'm taking care
of soulfight... ♪
What's the word?
♪ And you're the reason... ♪
Doc said that the heart
was in bad shape
by the time
they got it in him.
That kid fought like hell.
♪ I'm taking care
of soulfight... ♪
But it didn't take.
♪ And you're the reason why ♪
♪ So I'm gonna stand here
by your fire ♪
♪ 'Cause it's a cold one
tonight ♪
♪ Taking care of soulfight ♪
♪ And you're the reason... ♪
♪ Why. ♪
You all right?
Not in the least.
Hard to beat the odds, man.
Genius...
trapped in a hospital bed.
Nothing but a computer screen
to live life through.
It's gotta bring up things.
He kept asking me
how I got in the chair.
Did you tell him?
What difference does it make?
I made the decision that this
would never hold me back,
and I told him the same
before he went under.
Got to look forward,
that's what life is.
♪ ♪
You're a good man,
Triple P.
You did everything you could.
Don't wait for me, King.
You think
I did everything, Pride?
Almost everything.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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