NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Darkest Hour - full transcript

My mom said my city,
New Orleans,

will never float away.

My city, New Orleans,
is a mighty city.

When the storm came
and the winds roared,

when the levees let go,
my city stayed,

and souls were reborn.

Hurricane Katrina is

a Category 5
and headed towards the city.

Mayor Nagin has ordered
a mandatory evacuation...

Detective Lasalle.

Uh-huh.
- ...we got a man down...



Where?

Thank God you're here,
Detective.

What happened?

He shot my husband!

He drove away!

Help him, please!

I already called an ambulance!

Call again, Petey!

Go! What's his name?

- Phil.
- Phil, look...

All right, we're gonna get
you some help, okay?

Did you see who
did this to you?

It-it hurts!

I know. Look, just keep
talking to me, okay?



I can't. It's too hard.

Damn it, talk to him, Phil!

That's a strong woman
you got here, Phil.

Look, I wouldn't want
to cross her, okay?

She's gonna make
a beautiful mother.

The guy... the guy who shot me
had a... blue tattoo.

Blue tattoo?

Of what?

N-Nothing, nothing, nothing.

What?
Phil?

Phil!

Oh, no! Please!

Oh, my God,
please help him!

Give me some room.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no.

No! Help!

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Work.

Ellen Hunt.

Worked here for two years.

Todd Calhoun.

Three years.

Our Marine:
Sergeant Ned Ford.

Worked at the recruiting
office at MCSF.

Surrounding business heard
gunshots, called 911.

Cops saw him, called us.

There's no
surveillance cameras inside,

but we're working
on street cams.

All right.

All right, let me know
what you find out.

Loretta?
Yes.

Ellen and Todd,
both shot in the back.

The blast pattern indicates that
they were shot at some distance.

Most likely a shotgun.

Ford's wounds
tell a different story.

He was shot at
near point-blank range.

The angle of the entry indicates
that the shooter was...

Standing over him.

And he came closer.

I noticed this--

a shiny residue.

Could be transfer
from the killer

when he tried to grab Ford.

I'll get a sample to Sebastian.

Guy comes in here for a cup
of coffee with someone...

...all hell
breaks loose.

It's 12-gauge shells.

That's a pretty big gun
to be carrying around.

Percy.

Footprint?

Yeah.

There's another one.

Yep.

Lasalle...

I got the door.
Copy.

NCIS!
Don't shoot.

Don't shoot, please.
Move!

Come out!
Don't shoot!

Move!

Go to your right.

Against the wall.

What's your name?
Oliver Fr-Fray.

He's clear.

You see what happened,
Mr. Fray?

Yeah. This man was
arguing with the Marine,

then-then he sh-shot him.

I got so...

c-cold.

I'll get him a blanket.

Can you describe
this guy?

He was, um, medium weight
and height, uh, I think.

A medium guy with a gun.

That's it?
Anything else you remember?

He had a... he had a blue tattoo
on his, uh, neck and face.

Uh-huh. Blue tat of what?

A blob. Like a Smurf.

A what?

It had-had no sh-shape.

Just... it was just nothing.

All right, Mr. Fray,

we gonna let you warm up first,
but then we gonna talk.

Hey, where you going?

Got to check on something.

Cover for me.

Okay...

Sebastian ol' buddy,
got something special for you.

That's your handwriting.

You recognize my handwriting?

Oh, yeah. Graphology's been
around for almost 400 years.

I could tell you a couple things
about your "S" curves.

Later. Right now, I need you to
take a look at what's in here.

All right, I'll take a look.

Wh-Why am I taking a look?

It's a ten-year-old case,
the murder of Phillip Hart.

Killer steals some money, and
then steals a car and kills him.

I thought I was getting evidence
on a... a diner murder.

Yeah, that's coming.

I think the guy that killed
those people killed Hart.

I just want to be sure.

Until then, look, you got to
keep this between you and me.

Don't tell Pride.

Why is it all
moldy and stinky?

Well, after Katrina,
NOPD headquarters flooded

when the levees broke.

This has been tucked away in
an evidence locker ever since.

Mm. Yeah, I got some
boxed Power Rangers

tucked away in my closet, just
waiting for the right time

to bust those...
Sebastian.

Look, now is the time.

You connect something from this
past case to the present one,

we're gonna solve the last
unsolved murder before Katrina.

Bring it.

Night before Katrina,
Phil Hart said

the guy who shot him
had a blue tattoo.

Of nothing.

Yeah, witness at the diner
says the same thing.

Weapon in both cases

is a 12-gauge shotgun.

Has to be the
same killer.

We just need something
to identify him.

I always wanted
to wear a uniform.

Had to wear that
during the storm.

Man, I remember
how much that sucked.

I was visiting friends.

Trying to get out
was impossible.

What'd you end up doing?

Cried. Laughed.

Graffitied anti-FEMA slogans
on refrigerators, you know.

Is this the victim's shirt?

It is.

You find something?

Yeah, some kind of
shiny residue.

Something maybe oil-based.

Here, take a look.

Oh, Miss Loretta
found shiny trace

on one of
the diner victim's arms.

Could be transfer
from our killer.

Did anyone see Mr. Hart
struggle with his shooter?

Only witness was his wife.

...Hurricane Katrina death toll

was raised to 1,836 today,

and with over 2,000 people
still missing...

What do you mean you
can't find Phil's body?

Morgue was flooded,
bodies were moved,

and we're trying
to figure out where.

Oh, my God...

Mrs. Hart...

Billy.

Does your husband
have any enemies?

Anyone who'd want to hurt him?

No. Everyone loved Phil.

I know you tried to help him.

Yeah.

Is there anything else
you remember about that night?

Like I said, I was moving
stuff out the apartment.

I heard the shots...

saw Phil lying there.

Been trying to get back
into the apartment,

but the neighborhood's
still blocked off.

All our stuff's in there.

Phil's music, pictures,
the baby's things...

They're just things.

To you, maybe.

I mean, you need to let them go.

Look, leave the city.
It's not safe.

It could be months before
you get back in there.

I'll wait.

Guard over there said you might
need this for identification.

You just do your job.

Think it's a girl?
I don't know.

We're at the crime scene
talking to a witness,

and then he
just cut out.

Got to be a girl.

Just told Laurel to head
to her mom's for Thanksgiving.

Afraid it's on hold
for the rest of us.

Hey, that's fine by me.

I'd rather catch a killer
than eat a bird, anyway.

Where's Christopher?

Simple question.

Kitchen, courtyard, traffic?

He was with you
at the crime scene, right?

I know, but I don't know.

She doesn't know.
I really don't.

All right, then,
what do we know?

Our victim: Sergeant Ford.

Stationed at MCSF Algiers.

Single,
did community outreach.

And not just the military.

So, just after Katrina, he was
part of the fight against

the Green Dot initiative.

Government condemned
certain neighborhoods.

Wanted to tear down homes,
turn them into green space.

Only, home owners and volunteers
like Ford said, "No way."

They banded together and
fixed them up themselves.

How about
the other victims?

Ellen Hunt, Todd Calhoun--

both local, single,
no criminal history.

Any connection to Ford?

Not that I could find.

What else?

Well, the witness
at the diner heard

Ford and the killer arguing,

but then saw the killer
shoot Ford first.

That lines up with our current theory.
Yeah.

Ford was the target.

Well, nothing about his job
suggests that.

Community activist,
living off base...

Maybe this has to do

with something outside
the Marine Corps.

All right, get a warrant.

Go to Ford's house,
see if you can find anything

that'll shed light
on who killed him.

I'll follow up with Wade.

We got to find this guy,
get him off the street

before anyone else gets hurt.

Loretta?

Oh, I know that look.

The greens off is off?

Yeah, sorry to say

that tradition and all

of Thanksgiving
is on hold.

Want to do something,

but it just...
there's no... no time.

Dwayne, I've seen you
MacGyver five-course meals

with nothing but tuna,
honey and parsley.

I know you'll
figure out something.

What about the case?

Mm, Ford was shot at close
range, killed instantly.

The pellet shredded his aorta.

The others were
shot at a distance,

same type of gun, ammunition

and disregard for human life.

Well, anything
to help I.D. the killer?

The blue tattoo was

not a blue tattoo!

The, uh, trace on Ford's arm

and the victim's shirt
were a match.

It's actually Loracal.

It's the medicine
used to treat this.

Kind of makes you wonder
about the origin of Blue Man...

Group.

Dwayne, you're here.

Where's Lasalle?

Good question.

What the hell
am I looking at?

That appears to be Argyria.

It's caused by exposure
to colloidal silver.

Lasalle had you working this?

Hmm? No.

Yes, he might've
mentioned a past victim,

who said the killer had
a blue tattoo of nothing,

and that the diner witness
said the same thing.

This past case...

the Hart murder?

Yeah, but look,
the-the only reason

that he didn't bring you
in on it was 'cause he--

'Cause he wanted to be sure
the two cases were connected.

Ford's place-- 836 Desire.

It's a cute house.
I can't believe

they wanted
to tear it down.

Brody.

Stairs.

What...?

He stopped.

He's on the run!

NCIS! Stop!

Federal Agents!

Stop!

What in the hell were you
doing back there?

I'm trying to connect
Ford's murder to a past case.

I came by the house
and saw the door.

We could've killed you--
you know that, right?

Not to mention
we just lost a suspect.

No, no, see, that's just it.

I don't think
he's going anywhere.

Oh, when did you become
a freakin' wizard?

You saw the house.

All the moving boxes,
closets searched?

He was looking for something.

Hello?

I know, he's right here.

It's Pride.

He wants you.

I know that look.

Thanksgiving's off--
am I right?

Funny. Ten-year-old case
rises from the water.

Does that mean the Christopher
I knew ten years ago has, too?

King...

'Cause he only cared
about himself.

No matter his impact on others.

Look.

Old Lasalle is gone
and he ain't coming back.

But I got a lead.

Yeah, I know.

Boxes in the house

that you found on your own.

This is about Phil Hart's widow?

Yes.

Is she still in town?

Please tell me that you
have not contacted her.

No, I wouldn't do that.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't bring
you in on it from the beginning,

all right?

I just needed something solid.

Well, Sebastian may have that.

Get in the car.

Detective...
the Feds are here.

They're taking over
the Hart case.

Don't know who you've
been talking to, Petey,

but the Hart murder's mine.

It's my ticket
up the ladder to Vice.

That car is my evidence.

Hey, you!

I need you to step out.

I said out of the car.

NCIS Agent Pride.

But around this neighborhood,
folks call me--

King-- yeah, so I hear.

The only problem is

the only kings I answer to
is God Almighty and Elvis.

So, cough up what you got
and move on.

Need to learn some manners, son.

This is my case.

All right?
Need to step off.

Devil's costume.

What?

Mardi Gras 2003...

we met.

Although the state
you were in,

I doubt you'd remember,
Detective.

Oh, I remember.

It just has no bearing here,
all right?

I got a widow to answer to.

I'm chasing a murder suspect.

Yeah, and I'm...
chasing a thief.

Someone stole a hundred grand

from a Navy Exchange.

Now, I've been going over
the local dailies at the casino.

'Scrip matches
a guy you're looking for.

Blue tattoo?
That's right.

There's a good chance

that my armed robber...

may be one in the same
with your murder suspect.

Oh, good,
you got my text.

Did he tell you how concerned
he was about Thanksgiving?

Oh, I'm not worried.

King stuffed a Tofurkey
with Navy rations--

it tasted more
homemade than homemade.

See how much confidence
we all have in you?

Your text?

Let you know I went rogue.

Meaning?

Why should you NCIS agents

have all the fun?

I made a few calls,
found a doctor

who treated a man for Argyria.

Blue tattoo that
wasn't a blue tattoo.

Yes, ma'am, Pride told me.

Turns out the good doctor
treated a patient

while that patient
was serving time in prison.

Ed Tagget.

Arrested 2006 for armed robbery

in Georgia.

Did time from 2007 to 2015.

Explains the ten-year absence.

Loretta, will you let me know

if the coroner's life
gets boring?

We'll set you up
with a desk at our place.

Ten years ago, Lasalle and I
worked our first case together.

Started when three men stole

a hundred grand
from a Navy Exchange.

Witness saw a man
with a blue tattoo.

Yeah, we think
that man is Tagget.

He killed Phil Hart,
stole his car.

And tried to use it to escape,
but the storm stopped him.

Found a few bills in the car.

Believe he hid the rest
somewhere in the city.

Now he's back in town to get it.

The question is

why did Tagget think Ford,

pillar of the community,
had that money?

Anything in the boxes
at Ford's house?

Nah, Sebastian's
going through them.

There's nothing yet.

I've got something.

Present day victim.

Ford's current post was Algiers.

But ten years ago,
he worked out of Belle Chasse.

Same place the heist happened.

Same timeframe?
Yep.

Worked part-time with
the janitorial service.

Had keys to the Navy Exchange.

So Ford may have been
an inside man.

Helps rob the place,
Katrina hits,

something goes wrong
with the getaway--

he holds onto the money.

Tagget comes back
to look for it.

Yeah, but the guy we chased

out of Ford's residence
was empty-handed.

Maybe he hid it
somewhere else.

Or an accomplice has it.

I got this
from the old case file.

It's the parking lot
outside the Exchange.

One could be Tagget,
one Ford and the other

still have the money.

It was no use at the time,

but given the magic
of modern-day Sebastian,

what do you bet we can
get something now?

Call him.

Sure, baby, I know.

I miss you, too.

Uh-huh.

Put her on.

Just got those from
surveillance.

It looks like
three suspects.

Hey, Laurel.

You did?

That's great.

Well, I'm sending you
hugs, boo.

All right,
tell Mommy I love her.

I love you, too.

That's my wife and kid.
Uh-huh.

Can you enhance this?

Uh, that is enhanced.

Well, I thought you NCIS agents
had all the fancy gadgets.

The money.
This ain't no lead.

You want to go back to your
flooded headquarters,

feel free.

Well, then again,

I might come with you.

Kind of stuffy in here.

I like a more relaxed,
personable environs.

Detective?

This came for you.

The case?

My father.

No mail going in

or out of New Orleans.

He gets a letter
hand-delivered to you?

When he wants to get
a message to someone...

he finds a way.

Don't get along?

You get along with your dad?

Mm...

Pride.

Where?

Thanks.

Might have a lead
on the murder.

Someone has some stolen
bills from the heist.

Mrs. Hart, you used

this stolen money
to buy food.

Any idea where you
got it from?

No.

You carry this kind of money
around with you often?

All the time.

Got diamonds on the soles
of my shoes, too.

Just a question.

We think that these three men

stole a hundred grand

from a Navy Exchange,
and serial numbers match.

So...

maybe you helped them
get out of town or...

they paid you and--

I found it next to my stuff,
outside in the mud.

Just next to it, in the mud?

Yeah, it was stuck to my bag.

You think it came
from someone around here?

I don't know.

Phil was a musician,
right?

Probably doesn't have
a lot of money.

You got a baby coming.

Are you calling my
husband a thief?

Maybe what I saw
the night before the storm

wasn't a carjacking.

All right, Phil got
in an argument

with one of his partners...

and gets shot over the money.

Where's the rest
of it, Billy?

Detective, my whole life is
in that bag right there.

That's it.

All in here?

Yeah.

Hey!

Stop! What does he
think he's doing?

Lasalle...

hey, stop.

We'll be leaving now.

There's something wrong
with you,

'cause what you just did right
there-- that wasn't about

finding money
or solving my husband's murder.

That, there, was about you.

Ms. Hart.

Hey.

That there was bad cop work.

Like someone's gonna issue
a warrant

in the middle of this chaos.

Not about a warrant.

It's about the person in there.

You could have
simply asked,

gotten permission.

Look, it's getting to me, too.

Come on.

Gotta keep working.

Coming?

You know, Michelangelo
used to say of sculpting

that the statue
was already there.

He just had to remove
the pieces around it.

Love to see him take apart
something, pixel by pixel.

Uh-huh.

Whew!

Man, these boxes
from Ford's house stink.

Yeah, it's all the mold--
you get used to it.

You get anything from them?

Not yet, but we're getting
something.

Aspergillosis,
aspergilloma, asthma.

Appreciate the sacrifice,
Michelangelo.

I do what I can.

Lasalle, you okay?

Yeah, sometimes I wonder if I
should have left it all behind.

Started all over
after the storm,

move somewhere else,
like a lot of people did.

Well, I'm glad you stayed.

At least then you could
see this-- check this out.

I wield a mean
digital chisel.

That's Ford and Tagget, clear as day.
Uh-huh.

What about
the other guy?

Can you zoom in
on his face?

Uh, yeah, one sec.

Oliver Fray--
the witness from the diner.

He played us.

That's you, Oliver,
clear as day.

You were one of
Tagget's partners

in the heist, ten years ago.

Look, I told you, I don't know
where Tagget is, or the money.

Come on, Frosty,

now, you lied to us
when you were in that freezer.

I lied because Tagget's crazy.

You saw what he did
to those people.

"Those people" have names:

Ellen Hunt...

Todd Calhoun...

Sergeant Ned Ford...

And Phil Hart.

I don't,

I don't know who that is.

Look, the heist connects you
to Tagget,

which connects you
to the murder,

so you got blood on your hands.

Just tell us
where Tagget's holed up.

I don't know!

I mean, I barely even knew
the man

ten years ago.

He was working for an
out-of-state syndicate.

They hired our crew
to do the heist

because I happened
to have a guy on the inside.

Ford.
Yes.

And after the heist,
we were supposed to meet up

at Ford's place,
but then the storm happened

and we just figured Tagget took
the money and ran.

And you hadn't seen him
in ten years

until he showed up at the diner?
No.

I mean, he shows up with Ford.

I mean, he's yelling out for me,

he's-- for his money.

Then he starts shooting.

There was blood everywhere.

So I ran,
I hid in the freezer.

How are we supposed
to believe you?

Look...

the storm changed
us-- me and Ford.

I went straight,

I became a cook.

Ford-- h-h-he served

in Iraq, rebuilt neighborhoods.

I mean, that storm was
our salvation.

From Phil Hart's murder?

Oh, God, I told you I don't
know who Phil Hart is.

You know he died on the side
of the road, in the rain...

his wife wailing.

I lost family, too, all right?

I had to find their bodies.

I don't see how
this changes things.

Yeah?

You ever heard of a place
called St. Gabriel?

We're on our way
to get the body now, so...

Sure.

Thanks.

That was the office.

Phil and Billy Hart were
nowhere near the heist.

Your office ran them?

With all the...

High-tech gadgets.

The stolen money is
connected with a murder.

Storm or not...

killer's on the loose.

Then we find Hart's body,
get another lead.

Yeah, let's hope.

My wife would say it's none
of my business, but...

...give me a hint.

It's a airplane ticket
with a note.

"Come home."

Your dad's worried.

Any parent would be,

given everything that's gone on.

Katrina...

Rita...

This isn't about any storms.

When me and my brother
were kids,

I always wanted to be the one
with the badge.

Your father didn't take
too well to that idea?

All he knows is
what he sees on TV:

cops making
bad decisions.

Don't matter.

I knew the first time
I laid eyes on New Orleans,

this'd be the place
I'd make my mark.

By solving cases,
putting the bad guys away.

You make it sound like
that's a bad thing.

It's how you go
about it, son.

That's how you
make your mark.

Looks like we're here.

Where lost souls
come to be found.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for NOPD tag number 513.

Phil Hart's body.

City morgue bodies are mixed in
with everyone else, but...

I can help you look.

Dwayne...?

Loretta.

You are a sight
for sore eyes.

You all right? Huh?

Look at you.

I'm so glad you're safe.

Linda? Laurel?

They're all good.
All fine.

Good.

Detective Lasalle...

this is my good friend

Dr. Loretta Wade.

We know each other
from JPSO.

Phil Hart.

We need his body for evidence.

Well, then,
right this way.

You still working
out of Algiers?

I am.

You know, it doesn't
suit you, you know.

So uptight there.

How can I be friendly...

in hell?

What else am I gonna do,
Detective?

A few weeks back,
someone painted

a number on my friend's door.

She liked to knit things.

Make people happy.

So now I volunteer for her.

I want to knit something--
anything--

out of this.

You're a good friend, Loretta.

513. Phil Hart.

It's not him.

I never want to see
anything like that again.

Thank you.

Semper Gumby.

Gotta be flexible.

Job's more than just
catching bad guys.

What am I supposed
to tell Billy?

You tell her you'll keep
working the case.

Work the case?

Look around, Agent Pride.
There's nothing to work.

I mean, it's all gone.

How to make something
out of nothing.

Talk to me. What do we know?

Well, I know
I've never had

Ramen noodle stuffing
for Thanksgiving, ever.

The case.
Right.

So, Oliver's going away
for robbery.

Ned would be too
if he was still alive.

We don't have Tagget.
He killed Ford,

two innocent people
at the diner, and Phil Hart.

Well, we know Tagget is still
in town looking for the money.

He thought Ford had it,

but he clearly didn't.

Is it possible

Tagget hid the money
somewhere else?

A guy matching
Tagget's description

was spotted near
Angela and Dauphine.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Sergeant Ford lived near there
about ten years ago.

8701 Burgundy.

8701? That's the same place
Phil Hart lived ten years ago.

Oliver said they
were supposed to meet up

at Ford's apartment
after the heist.

What if Tagget got there
before anyone else did?

Hid the money
in the floorboards, ceilings--

someplace where it'd be safe.

Research former residents,
property management companies.

Chris, you're with me.

Killer's returning
to the scene of the crime.

Let's meet him there.

Chris...!

House is gone.

Now what?

Work the case.

Right.

Anything on the BOLO?

Checking.
No, nothing so far.

What about the old case?

Any other witnesses?

No, there weren't any.

Sebastian might have something.

Graphology for the win.

You lost me already, kid.

Oh, uh, handwriting analysis.

Clues into someone's psyche.
Like, Dwayne,

the reason that your O's are
so broad is 'cause you're...

I know what graphology is.

What does it have to do
with our case?

Oh, well, I found lots
of different handwriting

on the boxes from Ford's house.

Basically, all the boxes came
from his old apartment building,

but they weren't all his--
some were from other tenants.

So the apartment's condemned.

Moving company puts
all the stuff

in storage.

Boxes got mixed up.

Which means...

one of the other tenants
could have the money.

Ten years later,
different addresses.

He keeps doing that.

Hmm?

What are you looking for?

An elephant.
Stuffed elephant.

All right, well, just be careful--
there's a lot of mold there.

You could get
a fungal ball in your...

Where are the boxes
that Tagget opened--

the ones with the fingerprints?

Be the one.

Billy Hart.

Come on, where are you?

And this... was hers.

She couldn't find it
ten years ago

because it got packed up
by accident.

So Ford could've gotten her stuff
and she could've gotten the money?

Yeah, and if Tagget
opened this box

and saw these pictures,
he could've recognized her.

Pride, I think I know
where he's going.

I don't understand.
The case.

All of our leads
are dried up.

What about my husband's body?

We haven't been
able to locate it,

but we're gonna keep looking.

Why do you keep
telling her that?

Detective... wait outside.

Look, it's not our job anymore.
Detective,

I said to wait out...
So you're just giving up?

Dwayne "King" Pride and I
have used up

all our resources, okay?

We're never gonna find him.
Hey, you're done!

Now, outside! Now!
Leave!

You talk that way
to all women?

Or just grieving widows?

After you settle down,

you're gonna go back in there
and you're gonna apologize.

There's no fixing this.

I can't undo what I just did.

I'm through. I'm...
I got to get out of here.

And go where?

I'm gonna go back to 'Bama.

Back to... normalcy.
Okay.

Okay, maybe you should go,
but if you stay...

this case,
it'll come around again.

You're gonna have
a chance to solve it...

and help that woman in there.

That's for you.

I failed.

All right? I can't...
I can't do it. I'm leaving.

Help! Somebody!
I need... help!

The baby's coming.

All right, all right,
let's get you to a hospital.

No, no!
It's coming right now!

All right, all right,
we're gonna help you.

What?

Right over here.

All right? Easy, easy.

Here we go. Easy. There you go,
there you go. Good. Good.

All right... see if you can get me

some clean towels,
and boil some water.

Easy.

All right,
get another pillow.

And find out
if there's a doctor.

Look for a doctor.
Hey, give me that.

Give me that.
I need my elephant!

Your what?
In my bag...

should be a...
a stuffed elephant.

Okay.
Or I can't do this...

All right.
It was Phil's when he was a kid.

Something to
hold on to

in case I wasn't with him.

Oh... oh, I can't do this.

Yes, yes, you can.
You can.

I can't do this without him.
You can. Just breathe.

I can't find it.

All right, then hold her hand.

All right, just slow, easy.

That's it, that's it.

You're doing good.

Don't you let go.

I won't.

You're gonna be okay.

We're all gonna
do this together.

That's right.

Okay...

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry to bother you,

but I think your kid
left this at the park.

Mine picked it up
accidentally.

I got eyes on Tagget--

behind the door.

Gun on the girls.

On your signal, Chris.

Sorry, that's... not ours.

Here you go.

You should have this.

Now!

Come on!

NCIS, Tagget!

It's over.

Put your gun down.

Hands where
we can see 'em-- easy!

I ain't leavin'
without my money!

There's nowhere to run!
Give yourself up!

Drop your weapon.

Agent Pride,

we just cleared our
first case together.

Better late than never.

I'll make sure
the Navy gets this.

How they doing?

Shaken up,
but they'll be okay.

Billy didn't even know
she had the money.

Never opened the boxes.

Didn't want
to unearth the past.

Maybe she finds

a little peace from this.

That sounds like a plan.

All right.

That what I think it is?

My out.

My escape.

My exit plan.

If things don't work out here,
you can always go back home.

I am home.

Whew!

And I'm hungry.

Let's go eat.

Commander's Palace?

Even better.

Hey! Here we go.
Where are the boys?

CJ and Danny
are coming soon.

Help out.
Yes, ma'am.

They are baking an apple pie

from scratch.

Just hope my kitchen's
still standing.

Heard from Patton.
He just landed.

I thought he was spending
the holiday on Miami Beach.

He was, until he heard
who was cooking tonight...

decided to cut
his vacation short.

- Anybody hungry?
- Hey!

There he is! Thank you so much
for coming, Donald.

Anything for family, King.
How are you, Loretta?

Mr. Link,
what is that divine smell?

That would be
my grandma's dressing.

Hey, uh, Pride, this sure beats
ramen noodles, right?

All right, hold on, hold on.

Thanksgiving's
not about the food, okay?

It's about the amount of food
that you stuff in your face.

All right. Whatever.

And the company you keep.

Glad you guys could make it.

Thanks for the invitation.

And for everything
you've done for us.

It's my job.

Lisa...

this is NCIS Agent Lasalle.

He's one of the good guys.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

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♪ Hey, pocky-a-way ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah ♪

♪ Hey, pocky-a-way ♪

♪ Do it to ya! ♪

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