NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 1 - Something in the Air, Part 1 - full transcript
Ah...
Sir? Are you okay, sir?
Hang on.
Hey.
I'm gonna go get you
some help.
Come on, let's get back
in your truck.
Come on, sit down.
I'll get you some help.
All right, easy, now. Good.
Just hang in there.
Breathe. Try and breathe.
Try and breathe.
911. What's your emergency?
911. Can you tell me
what your emergency is?
Good morning, New Orleans.
Here's the international update.
Mardi Gras was just a few
short weeks ago,
and the world has changed,
seemingly overnight.
Entire countries in Europe
are shutting down,
while the governors
of both California and New York
have enacted
stay-at-home orders.
But still the virus shows
no signs of stopping,
making those of us in
New Orleans wonder, are we next?
Now, let's...
What kind of question is that?
"Are we next?"
We're already in it.
You think the city's
gonna shut down?
I think they
don't have a choice.
We don't know what's
gonna happen yet, Jasmine.
So it's just best
to take precautions,
wash your
hands...
Yeah. I know.
Don't touch my face.
And, uh, maybe stock up
on some extra rice and beans
for that beautiful
son of yours.
Oh, man.
I got to go.
Work calling.
You've gotten
through hard times before.
You're gonna get
through this, too.
I wish we could be having
this conversation
at a bar over negronis.
Well, I'm guessing
this is more of
an official type of situation?
Just checking in.
Oh. Well,
there's no "checking in"
on a secure
video conference.
I'm deputy director now...
Everything I do
is considered secure...
But fair enough.
It's Van Cleef.
He's gone from NCIS.
No chance of him getting
a position at DoD
or hurting
any other women's careers.
Yep. All thanks to you.
So, what's the blowback?
No blowback.
Just want to make sure
you're okay.
I'm fine.
I'm happy that that mess
is behind me.
I'm looking forward
to taking some time off.
You're taking vacation?
Yeah, Naomi's on spring break.
She's with her father
in Southern Italy.
He's there on
sabbatical for a year.
I'm gonna go
meet them.
I was gonna take her
to Paris, but...
I just want to get her home now.
When you're back...
let's get together
and talk about your future.
You should be
home packing.
I had to take
a phone call first.
Deputy Director
Scarborough.
- Uh-huh.
- They gave me the heads-up.
- Yeah, it turns out my unofficial call was actually...
- Kinda official?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Surprised?
That leadership was practicing
some CYA after Van Cleef?
No. That...
it was someone I knew? Yeah.
Yeah, well,
Scarborough's good people.
She's a genuine fan of yours.
Yeah. There's an agenda...
I don't know what it is.
Anyway,
I-I got to go.
- You sure it's safe to fly tonight?
- No.
But Italy definitely isn't.
I got to bring
Naomi home.
Whoa. Full-court press.
- What do we got?
- Suspicious death of a Lieutenant Paula Cooke.
- On a humanitarian ship.
- Yeah, it's a mercy ship.
Run by an NGO called
Eternal Hope.
They run missions to medical
hotspots all around the world.
What's a Navy lieutenant doing
- on a civilian ship?
- Research.
Eternal Hope's missions
have been
very successful
over the years.
DoD tried to
contract with them.
He sent Lieutenant Cooke
to study their methods.
The Good Hope was on its
way to Central America
when the pandemic hit.
It turned around to return here
to offer support.
And Lieutenant Cooke?
Well, she went overboard.
Nobody knows how or why.
The ship's anchored
at sea awaiting instructions.
Coast Guard's shorthanded,
so they asked us to assist.
Okay. Why don't you
take Gregorio
- and go check it out.
- Oh, you know what,
I can go with him instead.
Oh. That's sweet,
pumpkin, but...
Carter here's not gonna deal
with your seasickness
and inner ear issues
like me.
- So we're good.
- Don't worry, Sebastian,
I'll take good care
of your roommate.
I can take good care of myself.
Thank you.
Nice of you to offer.
Yeah, I know
she hates boats.
I'm actually kind of relieved
she didn't take me up on it.
All out of seasick patches,
and I'm terrified to go
in any pharmacy right now.
Or anywhere.
I sound really
paranoid, right?
Actually, you sound
less paranoid than normal,
considering
what's been on the news.
You need to be prepared.
Yeah, well, luckily,
I've been preparing
for an event like this
my whole life.
- Isn't that your hurricane kit?
- Yeah.
But I added a face shield,
masks, gloves.
Now it is a pandemic kit.
Made one for each of us.
Oh, well, thank you. Nice.
You might want to think
about getting one to Loretta,
sooner rather than later.
It's done and done.
Thank you.
Any room at the inn?
Not enough, Roger.
Too bad.
Have another poor soul for you.
Male, 80s.
Was found in his apartment
by the son.
You should be wearing a mask.
I've been wearing this
for ten hours straight.
Hopefully not like that.
No, ma'am. Over the face,
just like a professional.
Switching out at times?
Well, we only get one per shift.
- But since I'm working a double...
- Hold on.
Mm, here.
Take these.
- I'll take one.
- No, take them all, Roger.
You're on the front lines.
That's very nice of you.
Can I get a hug?
- How about a polite nod at six feet?
- Come on.
We've both been through Katrina
and came out on the other side.
We can survive this, too.
Wear the mask all the time, and
I'll hug you on the other side.
All right, Doc.
Special
Agents Gregorio and Carter.
Captain Granger.
Welcome aboard.
Nancy McLane.
I'm the medical director
for Eternal Hope.
In the interests of getting
your ship moving again,
I say we get right to it.
Can you tell us
about Lieutenant Cooke?
Well, no one
knows exactly.
Night watchman saw something
go into the water,
- hit the MOB alarm.
- I did CPR.
When they got her back on deck,
but she was
already gone.
Likely the jump killed her.
Jump? You think
she killed herself?
Railing is
four foot high.
Lieutenant Cooke
was five foot four.
Accident seems unlikely.
Well, can you show us
where she went overboard?
It's over here.
Who knows about her death?
We tried to keep what happened
quiet as possible, but...
Nothing stays secret
on a ship... for long.
Watchman said
she went over about here.
About what time?
Little before midnight.
Why was she on deck that late?
No idea.
We were all in bed.
She was supposed to be, too.
I agree.
This doesn't look
like an accident.
It's blood.
Yeah.
And if it was an accident,
there'd be no need
to clean that up.
Someone definitely tried
to clean it up.
We need to see
Lieutenant Cooke's body.
Follow me.
Where are you keeping her?
The Good Hope
is outfitted to be
a modified
medical facility.
We have a sick bay,
a functioning lab
and a small refrigeration unit.
- A morgue?
- Medical missions we take.
Are to the
worst hotspots.
Death is a reality.
- Who's that?
- No one's supposed to be down here.
Federal agents!
Stop!
Any idea who that was?
What's in here?
That's engineering storage.
What the hell is this?
What is this?
Grant and I founded
Eternal Hope ten years ago
after the earthquake in Haiti
led to a cholera outbreak.
We offer support
during the worst medical crises.
Right now that crisis
is in the U.S.
We have several
metric tons of supplies
that should be offloading
at the Port of New Orleans.
Instead, the ship is anchored
15 miles offshore.
Because NCIS is investigating
a possible murder.
As well as the cover-up
of three crew members
who have come down
with a respiratory illness
that looks
a hell of a lot like COVID.
Thousands of health care workers
are running low on PPE
in New Orleans hospitals.
We can help.
I don't understand
why you're being so obtuse
while people are
literally dying in your streets.
We take Lieutenant Cooke's death
and the sick crew
very seriously
and intend to cooperate fully.
Okay.
Anyone on the Good Hope have a
reason to kill Lieutenant Cooke?
We operate three mercy ships
full of hardworking,
dedicated people who have
saved thousands of lives
over the last ten years.
They wouldn't
hurt anyone.
And yet, she's dead.
Gonna need access
to your records.
Both on the ship and on land.
Of course.
Jason and I are in D.C.
catching a flight
back to New Orleans.
But we'll alert
our staff.
- You'll get what you need.
- Appreciate it.
Can you give me any idea when
the Good Hope can move again?
I honestly can't.
So they cancelled my flight,
but I got a line on a connecting
flight through Rome.
It's got a layover...
Six hours in New York.
Hannah, please. It's not safe
in New York or Rome,
or anywhere really.
Well, what do you expect me
to do?
Nothing. I'm taking Naomi
to my parents in Kent.
What? No.
Ryan, you have to talk to me
about these things first, okay?
I'm talking to you now,
but things are moving fast,
and it's safer
than the other alternatives.
Okay. Uh, no.
That's... It's...
You're right.
It's a good idea.
I'm gonna get a flight
to England.
I think you should stay there.
I'll take good care of Naomi.
I got to go.
He's right, you know.
You probably
shouldn't travel.
I can't leave Naomi alone.
Look, I understand
the parental tug.
But Naomi's not alone.
She's with her dad.
Just keep that in mind as
you decide what you want to do.
Meantime, I got Gregorio
on the big screen.
Want to join?
Mm-hmm.
Tell us things.
We're on a floating petri dish.
Three crew members appear
to have COVID, which means
the entire ship was exposed,
including us.
Is it... is it possible
that Lieutenant Cooke was killed
because she knew about
the sick crew that was hidden,
so that they could dock
in New Orleans
without being quarantined?
Don't know. We don't even know
if she was murdered yet.
Doing a virtual autopsy
with Wade to confirm.
Let us know the results
soon as you can.
I get that the outbreak
is bad PR,
but it seems like a pretty
thin motive for murder,
especially from a
humanitarian organization.
What can I do?
Figure out
if you're traveling or not.
Make sure your family's safe.
I got this.
Hey, Jaques,
what's going on?
No.
Since when?
Yeah, okay.
Thanks for letting me know.
Hang in there.
Mayor just announced
that all the New Orleans bars
and restaurants are
to shut down immediately.
I'm looking for anything
you can spare.
Body bags, cleaning supplies,
personnel.
No, I know you're busy there,
too. Uh, look.
I'll take anything
you got.
Except bodies.
I have no space, Roger.
What am I supposed to do?
Well, first,
pull up your mask.
Ah, what happened to the
fresh ones I gave you?
This is a fresh one, or was.
I handed the rest out
to the crew.
- I'll get some more.
- No need, Doc.
This is my last drop-off.
Then I'm home for the night.
Unless, of course, I have
to find a home for him.
They're ready for us.
Uh... all right, wheel him in.
I'll have to take care
of some business first,
and then I'll find
a home for him.
Appreciate it, Doc.
Hope you get a break soon, too.
Hmm.
We have three symptomatic
crew members on board.
No clue how
many others.
I'm assuming you've quarantined
the non-essential crew?
We have,
but the captain still needs
about ten
to keep the ship running.
Gloves and masks on them then.
Way ahead of you.
I'd feel better
if you were in your berths, too.
Berth, Wade, as in one room,
if that's what you can
even call it.
Gregorio's unhappy with
the living arrangements.
Gregorio's unhappy
that she didn't bring
a change of clothes.
So what? So you wear
the same clothes for a few days,
like every weekend ever.
Look, we'll be happy
to stay hunkered down,
provided we're not
looking at a murder here.
Unfortunately, I think you are,
based on the lacerations
on Lieutenant Cooke's
head and neck.
That could be a result
of the fall.
Most of them, yes.
But on the head? Take a closer
look with the camera.
The watchman heard her
hit the side of the ship
on her way overboard.
Yeah. This doesn't look
like blunt force trauma.
No. Looks like some kind
of a foreign object.
You know, if you get me some,
uh, high-res digital photos,
I can create
a 3-D model of the wound,
maybe identify
the murder weapon.
Sorry to interrupt.
I've identified the men running
away from the sick crew.
Both engineers.
Okay, well,
as good a place to start as any.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Figured you'd be rushing off
to the airport by now.
Yeah, I'm rerouting through
England. I thought I'd help you
- while I wait.
- I've been going through Eternal Hope's records.
They sent me over
ten years of files.
Did you learn anything?
They're registered
not for profit,
with a $100 million budget.
Big money means big opportunity
for kickbacks.
Organizations like Eternal Hope
subcontract out
to a lot of for-profit companies
for support and supplies.
New intern?
I'm sorry, Hannah.
That's my goddaughter Donna.
I'm keeping an eye on her while
her mother's out of town.
She's a traveling nurse in
New York helping with the surge.
Don't you have an English
presentation in the morning?
A virtual report
to a virtual teacher
who probably
won't be paying attention.
Well, um, what your mom is doing
in New York is really brave.
You must be proud.
Oh, yeah, I love
being pawned off while she's out
fighting a deadly virus
that could kill her.
Manners.
Sorry.
Yes, ma'am, I'm very proud.
Ordinarily, we'd question
the two of you separately, but
under the circumstances...
He wants to know
why we're here.
Because I saw
the two of you run away
from a room filled
with sick crew.
And we're wondering why.
No mystery. We were checking
on our friends...
That's very nice, but it doesn't
explain the running.
What it does explain is
that you were hiding
those sick men.
All three of them
are engineers, and
from what we understand, you've
worked with them for years.
Hey, like I said,
our friends.
Who are very sick
and who needed medical attention
on a ship full of doctors.
Yeah. Why didn't you just
alert the captain?
All right.
We didn't want to make a fuss.
Yeah, I don't think
that's what he just said.
You were afraid
to alert the captain, right?
Because you knew
there was a pandemic,
and if word got out
that your friends were sick,
the ship wouldn't
be allowed to dock.
All-all right, listen.
No one wants to be stuck here
less than me right now.
Okay, I'd do just about anything
to get back to dry land.
But we're wondering what
you'd be willing to do.
Let's say someone found out
about those sick men.
Someone like Lieutenant Cooke.
The woman that fell overboard?
- She was thrown.
- Murdered.
Murder?
He understands that word.
Lieutenant Cooke was down here
with someone else.
She was yelling, and
then she was running...
Down here where?
Lieutenant Cooke
was involved in some sort
of altercation
on the cargo deck?
The engineers
didn't see who it was,
and only heard
Lieutenant Cooke's voice.
Well, it's not much to go on.
NCIS.
I need the
special agent in charge.
I'm afraid he's not available.
Uh, could I take a message?
No. I need to speak to him.
It's important.
Who may I say is calling?
Just put him on.
That's not the way
this works, sir.
Uh, I'm gonna need
to know something.
Tell him it's about
Lieutenant Cooke's murder.
I have information.
Sorry, Loretta.
Just wrapping up.
I think you need to hear this.
All right, sir, I have
Special Agent Pride on the line.
You said you have information
about Lieutenant Cooke's death?
Not death. Murder.
Okay.
I want to hear
what you have to say.
Why don't we start
with your name
and tell me where you are.
I have no name.
I won't meet you.
I shouldn't even be
on the phone.
Whatever's happened
on that ship,
Lieutenant Cooke's not
the first one to die.
She won't be the last.
The call came
from a prepaid cell phone.
I can't trace it,
but it did ping off a tower
by the river.
The caller said that
she wasn't the first to die,
and wouldn't be the last.
That's ominous, if not helpful.
None of the other ships.
Eternal Hope operates
have had any problems.
Maybe he was referring
to the COVID patients.
I'll look into Eternal Hope's
employee records,
see if anything comes up
as whistleblower material.
You know, I'm gonna try
a few more tricks.
I'm gonna track down
that cell phone.
Guessing this means that
you're not rushing
to catch a flight?
All the flights are cancelled
until God knows when, and...
But Naomi is safe
with her father.
That's a blessing.
Doesn't make it any
easier on you, though.
I got a fully-grown
daughter in New York City.
And I'm still worried about her
every moment of the day.
What happened with the wedding?
Postponed.
I mean, that w... that
was the right choice.
Now I got to deal with the fact
that my future son-in-law
is a detective in the
hardest hit city in the country.
Like I said,
it doesn't get easier.
Ma, Brooklyn's not safe
right now.
No, not even to bring coffee
cake to Aunt Connie's house
or go to the store, no.
I'm serious.
This isn't the flu.
This dangerous,
especially at your age.
Yeah... No. I know.
I know, I know you do
Pilates all the time.
But Pilates isn't
the cure-all.
I'm fine, Ma. Really.
No, I'm just hanging out
at the apartment with Sebastian,
you know, playing some games,
hanging out.
Ma? Ma?
Lost the damn signal again.
Ships and cell phones don't mix.
Yeah.
You taking all
this in stride?
Yeah, I was a Marine.
This right here is what we call
a pretty sweet setup.
Oh, yeah?
It's nice to know I'm not the
only one who lies to my parents.
Yeah, well, I don't want her
worried about me.
When I was in the service,
I used to send my folks
these long e-mails about
the amazing places I was seeing
and the incredible food
I was eating.
Mostly, I was sitting in the mud
somewhere eating cold K rations.
They were both in the Navy...
Didn't they know you were lying?
See, that's why I find it best
not to call too often.
When's the last time
you talked to them?
Uh, last month.
Geez. I talk to my mother
every day.
Yeah.
How's that working out for you?
It's about number 32
on my list of complaints.
You want to know number one?
How we're gonna conduct
a murder investigation
on a ship under quarantine?
Without contracting
a deadly virus.
Carefully.
There's a hundred people
to question.
We go one by one.
I brought breakfast.
I already had mine.
Thanks.
Chips?
Candy worms?
Peanut butter pretzels.
- What are you, ten?
- Well, actually, you know, I did a study,
And I have the metabolism
of a 15-year-old
cross-country runner
mixed with the brain power
of a 27-year-old PhD student
during oral exams.
Yeah, just eat
the fruit.
The 3D model
that I've been rendering
of Lieutenant Cooke's wound
is coming along.
I still can't ID
the murder weapon yet,
but it looks like
it's some kind of a hand tool.
Yeah, well, that explains
what you've been doing here
all night.
What is her excuse?
She's been nonstop.
All right, look,
I know you're
still working on it,
but get that picture
to Gregorio and Carter.
They can be on the lookout.
Loretta.
Ah, I know what you're
gonna say. Please don't.
Yes, I promised I would go home,
but I came back here instead,
because COVID isn't resting...
Why should I?
Because COVID is a virus
and you are a person.
Ah. Every
time I close my eyes,
I see bodies
rolling in.
There are people
who are still awake,
working double
and triple shifts.
I'm healthy.
I'm trained.
I'm here.
Yeah, but you're not gonna stay
healthy if you keep it up.
What if I find
something, Dwayne,
something that could help?
That would be...
amazing, Loretta.
And that's why I keep going...
Because that's what's necessary.
We have no idea
how long this pandemic
will last.
All the more reason.
Loretta, listen to me.
It's gonna get a whole lot worse
before it gets better.
What have you heard?
Just...
had a conference call
with the director.
Projections out
of New York are grim.
And we're just at the beginning.
I got a feeling we're gonna need
all of our reserves
to weather this storm.
Been packing all morning,
but this is all of it.
Cleared out the walk-in
and the storage room.
Yeah, well, it should
be more than enough.
Yeah. For now.
Every restaurant, bar and
music club in town shut down?
A lot of people out of work
who can't afford it.
Put together some care packages
for y'all.
Food, cleaning supplies,
masks...
Pay you through
the month.
Longer if we can.
Thank you so much, Pride.
I really appreciate
this, Dwayne.
But...
but can you afford it?
Food'll go bad if
we don't use it.
Not the food.
The pay.
I know what
the margins are on a bar.
You just take care
of your family.
Don't worry about us. Okay?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Yeah.
If you do recall something,
just, you know,
flag us down, okay?
Thanks.
I got to get this mask off.
- You want to take a coffee break?
- No.
No more stale coffee
or prepackaged breakfast bars.
I need some real food
in my body,
and an actual shower.
How many days
have we been on this ship?
Two days, Gregorio. I thought
you were New York tough.
Don't start with me,
Quentin.
I'm gonna
get you that coffee.
Thanks.
Can I help you?
I remember you.
I interviewed
you yesterday.
Cargo mate, right?
Cargo mate's a boss.
I work for a living.
Okay.
Is there anything
you can tell me
about Lieutenant Cooke's death?
I know why
you're really here.
It's got nothing to do
with the dead lady.
Oh, yeah?
You came here...
to shut us down
and keep us quiet.
Delivering a corona death
warrant to everybody on board.
Mm.
And the messed-up part...
You're killing yourself.
You do it with a smile,
Makes perfect sense.
DoD has nothing better to do
than to send in
two highly trained agents
to a medium-sized
ship in the Gulf
to make sure a hundred people
get COVID and die.
Well, which part isn't true?
We're in the middle
of the ocean.
Can't dock.
Can't move.
And no one's coming
to rescue us.
You can call me names
all you want,
but this...
it's the ship of the damned.
You're just as screwed
as the rest of us.
What was that about?
Dude thinks we're
all gonna die out here,
and I'm fighting real hard
not to see his logic.
Where's my coffee?
Something better.
Probably tastes the same.
Saw it hooked to the wall
when I went below deck.
But looks like that picture
Sebastian sent us, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. Asked the bosun's mate
about it.
Turns out these are positioned
all over the ship.
Including the cargo deck.
Could be our murder weapon.
Yeah.
We searched the lower decks
looking for a similar wrench.
And we found about a dozen.
But closer to the cargo deck,
we found this one.
Only partially
secure in its casing.
Like someone put it back
in a rush?
Looks pretty clean to me.
Well, whoever took it,
washed it down. However...
This is the killer's weapon.
See the blood spatter?
We weren't able
to pull a print.
We'll see what other
analysis we can run
with the supplies
on the ship here.
All right, well, keep me posted.
Hey, Pride,
any idea when
we can get back to dry land?
I wish I had an answer for you.
But with the possibility
of COVID on the ship,
they-they just won't
let you dock.
I promise you, though,
I'll get you back,
even if I have to commandeer
a boat and get you myself.
Looking for some answers, P.
All I can tell you is,
civics is boring.
Donna, hey.
How you doing?
Civics is not boring.
Not if you study it right.
Civics
is the building block
of our society.
From the Civil War...
To the Civil Rights Movement
and every other
great social movement
in the last 150 years.
Yeah, I know, Pride.
I wrote a term paper
about it in the eighth grade,
and won a scholarship.
Why do I have
to do it again to graduate?
Look like you're not
doing it at all.
Just sitting there
planning your next revolt.
We're not relitigating this.
Big word for a girl
who ignored her English essay
and snuck out of the house to
meet up her friends last night.
- Ain't that right, Pride?
- I tend to agree.
Not if you knew
the whole truth.
I needed something to eat
'cause my godfather here
doesn't keep anything
in the house.
Well, that's fair.
I mean, peop...
You know, people need to eat.
It's called "food delivery."
And ask permission,
like most adults have
to do every day.
Communication is key.
And a two-way street,
right, Dwayne?
Always, but you have to...
"Stay at home"
means stay at home.
So that gives you the right
to hack into my social media
and personal phone
- to shut them all down?
- Damn right.
I'm judge, jury and executioner
until you graduate
out of high school.
You hacked her?
Can't call it hacking
if her password
is her favorite color.
It's just...
It's a bit extreme, though.
I mean, considering
your high school career.
Look, Donna's not me.
This girl has been a straight
A student ever since preschool.
Model behavior,
until now.
How do I get through to her?
Maybe by saying everything
you just said.
Well, how about I tell you
everything I know
about your mystery caller?
You got something on
the Eternal Hope whistleblower?
I was just getting ready
to call you.
Found out everything.
His prepaid cell phone...
It was purchased two blocks
from Eternal Hope's New
Orleans headquarters.
So likely,
he works there.
Pulled up security footage
from the bank across the street.
This is Darin Collinsworth.
He's the logistics
manager at Eternal Hope.
He worked there
for ten years.
Since the beginning.
Except, he hasn't been
in the office for two days.
However,
I have his home address.
Well, that's good
work, P. Thank you.
All right, this is the place.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going, girl?
We got to suit up.
Well, I don't feel like
we need to get tactical
to pick up
a logistics specialist.
I'm not talking flak jackets.
I'm talking PPE.
Oh, yeah, I got a mask.
- You have a bandana.
- Yeah.
This is the real deal.
Okay.
Okay.
There we go.
I only got one of these. Sorry.
Pretty steampunk, though, right?
The steampunkiest.
- Right?
- Let's go.
Darin Collinsworth?
Federal agents. Open up.
Someone's moving in there.
He was trying to
get out the window.
Wait, wait.
Hannah! Hannah!
I think he's infected.
Darin Collinsworth is in the
ICU at St. Augustus Hospital.
So our whistleblower can't fill
in any blanks about what ties.
Eternal Hope
to Lieutenant Cooke's murder?
No, but there was a stockpile
of masks, canned soup,
and a file box filled
with Eternal Hope paperwork.
Mostly medical records from
old mercy missions, financials.
And there are
quite a few expenditures
with no clear indication
of where the money went.
Half a million
mystery dollars.
Founding partners at Eternal
Hope have been hard to reach,
but neither of them were
on that ship
when Lieutenant Cooke
was killed.
So our suspect's still here.
You guys get anything
else off of the murder weapon?
No.
Re-canvass the ship.
Focus on direct employees
of Eternal Hope.
If somebody was stealing
at headquarters,
they might be paying somebody
on the ship
to help 'em cover it up.
That's gonna be tricky, Pride.
Six more crew got sick today.
Everyone but essentials supposed
to stay in their berths.
Well, do what you can.
Stay safe.
Hmm.
Patrol officer at St. Augustus
Hospital just had
to forcibly remove Mullins
from the lobby.
He was trying
to get in to see
our whistleblower.
All right, I got it, guys.
Special Agent Pride,
can you explain to these men
I haven't broken any laws?
You tried to gain access
to the ICU.
I'm a doctor. I wanted to see
if I could help Darin.
Well, plenty of other
doctors are doing that.
I've known the man
for ten years.
His family can't see him.
Didn't want him to be alone.
Yeah, well, that's admirable.
You think there's more to it?
Darin Collinsworth reached out
to me the other night.
He said that Lieutenant Cooke's
death was not the only one
connected to Eternal Hope.
I don't know how
to respond to that.
All right, well,
I'll give you more.
Collinsworth had files
at his apartment.
Medical and financial records
from Eternal Hope's
missions overseas.
If Darin thought
there was a problem,
he would have come to me.
Unless you were
part of the problem.
My team found evidence
of missing money.
And that's why you think
someone killed your sailor?
Hundreds of
thousands of dollars.
$492,000 to be precise.
Yeah. I'm aware. So is
everyone else at Eternal Hope.
We're an NGO that travels
to Third World countries
to provide medical care
and supplies.
Often in remote areas.
We deal with government
corruption, militias.
Bandits.
Payoff money.
Literally the cost of doing
business. Industry practice.
We'll be happy
to let you know
where every penny
of that cash went.
I'll need to see that.
Eternal Hope is being completely
aboveboard with you.
We're on your side.
Someone killed
Lieutenant Cooke on your ship.
And the man in
that hospital told me
there's more to the story.
Think it's fair to say that
not everyone is on our side.
- We just need a few minutes to talk.
- I can't.
I have 18 confirmed sick,
and probably double that
by tomorrow.
Hey, we know
you got your hands full,
but we are talking to everyone
who's directly employed
by Eternal Hope.
You and the medical team in
there are our last interviews.
And you think one of us killed
Lieutenant Cooke over money?
- How did you...?
- It's a ship.
No secrets, remember?
But I can tell you
that everyone
who works for Eternal Hope
is dedicated to healing people.
No doubt. But we know
cash is used for payoff money.
Maybe some of it doesn't get
to where it's supposed to.
We go into hot zones without
knowing if we're gonna come out.
Nobody does this job
to get rich.
Darin Collinsworth said
something else is going on,
and that's what got
Lieutenant Cooke killed.
Then you should talk to him.
He's on a ventilator.
Look, I appreciate that you are
trying to find a killer.
It's important work, but
right now, secondary to mine.
Dr. McLane...
I am also trying to find
a killer, except mine
is invisible and
has the capacity
to take out every single person
on this ship, including you.
So if you know what's good
for you, you'll go back
to your berth
and stay there.
Excuse me.
I've got work to do.
Oh. Please don't tell me
you need something.
I literally have nothing
left to give.
No, no. I'm here for you.
Just wanted to see
if you needed any help.
Could you stop these folks
from dying?
Put a pause on this whole thing?
No.
But I can make
a really good cup of tea.
You usually like it
when I do that.
That's sweet, Sebastian.
I'll tell you what
I could really use.
- What's that? Cookies?
- A refrigerated truck.
For the overflow.
I'm on it.
No.
Roger.
Old fool.
So the house is good?
Yeah? They made a nice room
for you?
Mm. It smells like wet wood.
That's okay.
You'll get used to it.
Are you okay, Mom?
Yeah, baby, I'm fine.
I'm just glad you and Dad
made it safe and sound.
We're okay. I just...
What if I don't get
to see you again?
Oh, baby, of course
you're gonna see me again.
This is just a moment in time.
Your dad's taking
really good care of you.
And I'm taking good care of me.
And we will see each other soon.
Yeah, that's a promise.
Okay?
Okay.
Love you, Mom.
What is going on here?
I had an idea.
Yeah. Stockpiling?
I think you went overboard.
We don't need all this.
It's not for us.
Earlier today,
Joe Ricky came in.
Works oyster bar at Felix's?
Yeah. He got laid off.
He got nothing but
empty cupboards and three kids.
So you, uh...
thought you'd help him out?
Yeah. Not just him.
See, our suppliers got all
this food that's gonna go bad.
People need help.
I told Ricky to spread the word
to all the restaurant workers.
Anybody else who
needs help in the area.
It's kind of brilliant.
And expensive.
Put your money away, brother.
I'm all in. Let's help folks.
Oh, if you really feel that way,
go grab the last stack
of boxes from the car.
My arms are feeling rubbery.
Yeah, you rest.
Ah.
Where are we in
such a rush to get?
We're gonna take another look
at the cargo deck.
Whatever happened to
Lieutenant Cooke started there.
We're gonna
retrace her steps.
Do you think
something's missing?
I wouldn't be surprised.
And anyway,
we're stuck here.
What else are we gonna do?
- Oh. You okay?
- Yeah.
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Sir? Are you okay, sir?
Hang on.
Hey.
I'm gonna go get you
some help.
Come on, let's get back
in your truck.
Come on, sit down.
I'll get you some help.
All right, easy, now. Good.
Just hang in there.
Breathe. Try and breathe.
Try and breathe.
911. What's your emergency?
911. Can you tell me
what your emergency is?
Good morning, New Orleans.
Here's the international update.
Mardi Gras was just a few
short weeks ago,
and the world has changed,
seemingly overnight.
Entire countries in Europe
are shutting down,
while the governors
of both California and New York
have enacted
stay-at-home orders.
But still the virus shows
no signs of stopping,
making those of us in
New Orleans wonder, are we next?
Now, let's...
What kind of question is that?
"Are we next?"
We're already in it.
You think the city's
gonna shut down?
I think they
don't have a choice.
We don't know what's
gonna happen yet, Jasmine.
So it's just best
to take precautions,
wash your
hands...
Yeah. I know.
Don't touch my face.
And, uh, maybe stock up
on some extra rice and beans
for that beautiful
son of yours.
Oh, man.
I got to go.
Work calling.
You've gotten
through hard times before.
You're gonna get
through this, too.
I wish we could be having
this conversation
at a bar over negronis.
Well, I'm guessing
this is more of
an official type of situation?
Just checking in.
Oh. Well,
there's no "checking in"
on a secure
video conference.
I'm deputy director now...
Everything I do
is considered secure...
But fair enough.
It's Van Cleef.
He's gone from NCIS.
No chance of him getting
a position at DoD
or hurting
any other women's careers.
Yep. All thanks to you.
So, what's the blowback?
No blowback.
Just want to make sure
you're okay.
I'm fine.
I'm happy that that mess
is behind me.
I'm looking forward
to taking some time off.
You're taking vacation?
Yeah, Naomi's on spring break.
She's with her father
in Southern Italy.
He's there on
sabbatical for a year.
I'm gonna go
meet them.
I was gonna take her
to Paris, but...
I just want to get her home now.
When you're back...
let's get together
and talk about your future.
You should be
home packing.
I had to take
a phone call first.
Deputy Director
Scarborough.
- Uh-huh.
- They gave me the heads-up.
- Yeah, it turns out my unofficial call was actually...
- Kinda official?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Surprised?
That leadership was practicing
some CYA after Van Cleef?
No. That...
it was someone I knew? Yeah.
Yeah, well,
Scarborough's good people.
She's a genuine fan of yours.
Yeah. There's an agenda...
I don't know what it is.
Anyway,
I-I got to go.
- You sure it's safe to fly tonight?
- No.
But Italy definitely isn't.
I got to bring
Naomi home.
Whoa. Full-court press.
- What do we got?
- Suspicious death of a Lieutenant Paula Cooke.
- On a humanitarian ship.
- Yeah, it's a mercy ship.
Run by an NGO called
Eternal Hope.
They run missions to medical
hotspots all around the world.
What's a Navy lieutenant doing
- on a civilian ship?
- Research.
Eternal Hope's missions
have been
very successful
over the years.
DoD tried to
contract with them.
He sent Lieutenant Cooke
to study their methods.
The Good Hope was on its
way to Central America
when the pandemic hit.
It turned around to return here
to offer support.
And Lieutenant Cooke?
Well, she went overboard.
Nobody knows how or why.
The ship's anchored
at sea awaiting instructions.
Coast Guard's shorthanded,
so they asked us to assist.
Okay. Why don't you
take Gregorio
- and go check it out.
- Oh, you know what,
I can go with him instead.
Oh. That's sweet,
pumpkin, but...
Carter here's not gonna deal
with your seasickness
and inner ear issues
like me.
- So we're good.
- Don't worry, Sebastian,
I'll take good care
of your roommate.
I can take good care of myself.
Thank you.
Nice of you to offer.
Yeah, I know
she hates boats.
I'm actually kind of relieved
she didn't take me up on it.
All out of seasick patches,
and I'm terrified to go
in any pharmacy right now.
Or anywhere.
I sound really
paranoid, right?
Actually, you sound
less paranoid than normal,
considering
what's been on the news.
You need to be prepared.
Yeah, well, luckily,
I've been preparing
for an event like this
my whole life.
- Isn't that your hurricane kit?
- Yeah.
But I added a face shield,
masks, gloves.
Now it is a pandemic kit.
Made one for each of us.
Oh, well, thank you. Nice.
You might want to think
about getting one to Loretta,
sooner rather than later.
It's done and done.
Thank you.
Any room at the inn?
Not enough, Roger.
Too bad.
Have another poor soul for you.
Male, 80s.
Was found in his apartment
by the son.
You should be wearing a mask.
I've been wearing this
for ten hours straight.
Hopefully not like that.
No, ma'am. Over the face,
just like a professional.
Switching out at times?
Well, we only get one per shift.
- But since I'm working a double...
- Hold on.
Mm, here.
Take these.
- I'll take one.
- No, take them all, Roger.
You're on the front lines.
That's very nice of you.
Can I get a hug?
- How about a polite nod at six feet?
- Come on.
We've both been through Katrina
and came out on the other side.
We can survive this, too.
Wear the mask all the time, and
I'll hug you on the other side.
All right, Doc.
Special
Agents Gregorio and Carter.
Captain Granger.
Welcome aboard.
Nancy McLane.
I'm the medical director
for Eternal Hope.
In the interests of getting
your ship moving again,
I say we get right to it.
Can you tell us
about Lieutenant Cooke?
Well, no one
knows exactly.
Night watchman saw something
go into the water,
- hit the MOB alarm.
- I did CPR.
When they got her back on deck,
but she was
already gone.
Likely the jump killed her.
Jump? You think
she killed herself?
Railing is
four foot high.
Lieutenant Cooke
was five foot four.
Accident seems unlikely.
Well, can you show us
where she went overboard?
It's over here.
Who knows about her death?
We tried to keep what happened
quiet as possible, but...
Nothing stays secret
on a ship... for long.
Watchman said
she went over about here.
About what time?
Little before midnight.
Why was she on deck that late?
No idea.
We were all in bed.
She was supposed to be, too.
I agree.
This doesn't look
like an accident.
It's blood.
Yeah.
And if it was an accident,
there'd be no need
to clean that up.
Someone definitely tried
to clean it up.
We need to see
Lieutenant Cooke's body.
Follow me.
Where are you keeping her?
The Good Hope
is outfitted to be
a modified
medical facility.
We have a sick bay,
a functioning lab
and a small refrigeration unit.
- A morgue?
- Medical missions we take.
Are to the
worst hotspots.
Death is a reality.
- Who's that?
- No one's supposed to be down here.
Federal agents!
Stop!
Any idea who that was?
What's in here?
That's engineering storage.
What the hell is this?
What is this?
Grant and I founded
Eternal Hope ten years ago
after the earthquake in Haiti
led to a cholera outbreak.
We offer support
during the worst medical crises.
Right now that crisis
is in the U.S.
We have several
metric tons of supplies
that should be offloading
at the Port of New Orleans.
Instead, the ship is anchored
15 miles offshore.
Because NCIS is investigating
a possible murder.
As well as the cover-up
of three crew members
who have come down
with a respiratory illness
that looks
a hell of a lot like COVID.
Thousands of health care workers
are running low on PPE
in New Orleans hospitals.
We can help.
I don't understand
why you're being so obtuse
while people are
literally dying in your streets.
We take Lieutenant Cooke's death
and the sick crew
very seriously
and intend to cooperate fully.
Okay.
Anyone on the Good Hope have a
reason to kill Lieutenant Cooke?
We operate three mercy ships
full of hardworking,
dedicated people who have
saved thousands of lives
over the last ten years.
They wouldn't
hurt anyone.
And yet, she's dead.
Gonna need access
to your records.
Both on the ship and on land.
Of course.
Jason and I are in D.C.
catching a flight
back to New Orleans.
But we'll alert
our staff.
- You'll get what you need.
- Appreciate it.
Can you give me any idea when
the Good Hope can move again?
I honestly can't.
So they cancelled my flight,
but I got a line on a connecting
flight through Rome.
It's got a layover...
Six hours in New York.
Hannah, please. It's not safe
in New York or Rome,
or anywhere really.
Well, what do you expect me
to do?
Nothing. I'm taking Naomi
to my parents in Kent.
What? No.
Ryan, you have to talk to me
about these things first, okay?
I'm talking to you now,
but things are moving fast,
and it's safer
than the other alternatives.
Okay. Uh, no.
That's... It's...
You're right.
It's a good idea.
I'm gonna get a flight
to England.
I think you should stay there.
I'll take good care of Naomi.
I got to go.
He's right, you know.
You probably
shouldn't travel.
I can't leave Naomi alone.
Look, I understand
the parental tug.
But Naomi's not alone.
She's with her dad.
Just keep that in mind as
you decide what you want to do.
Meantime, I got Gregorio
on the big screen.
Want to join?
Mm-hmm.
Tell us things.
We're on a floating petri dish.
Three crew members appear
to have COVID, which means
the entire ship was exposed,
including us.
Is it... is it possible
that Lieutenant Cooke was killed
because she knew about
the sick crew that was hidden,
so that they could dock
in New Orleans
without being quarantined?
Don't know. We don't even know
if she was murdered yet.
Doing a virtual autopsy
with Wade to confirm.
Let us know the results
soon as you can.
I get that the outbreak
is bad PR,
but it seems like a pretty
thin motive for murder,
especially from a
humanitarian organization.
What can I do?
Figure out
if you're traveling or not.
Make sure your family's safe.
I got this.
Hey, Jaques,
what's going on?
No.
Since when?
Yeah, okay.
Thanks for letting me know.
Hang in there.
Mayor just announced
that all the New Orleans bars
and restaurants are
to shut down immediately.
I'm looking for anything
you can spare.
Body bags, cleaning supplies,
personnel.
No, I know you're busy there,
too. Uh, look.
I'll take anything
you got.
Except bodies.
I have no space, Roger.
What am I supposed to do?
Well, first,
pull up your mask.
Ah, what happened to the
fresh ones I gave you?
This is a fresh one, or was.
I handed the rest out
to the crew.
- I'll get some more.
- No need, Doc.
This is my last drop-off.
Then I'm home for the night.
Unless, of course, I have
to find a home for him.
They're ready for us.
Uh... all right, wheel him in.
I'll have to take care
of some business first,
and then I'll find
a home for him.
Appreciate it, Doc.
Hope you get a break soon, too.
Hmm.
We have three symptomatic
crew members on board.
No clue how
many others.
I'm assuming you've quarantined
the non-essential crew?
We have,
but the captain still needs
about ten
to keep the ship running.
Gloves and masks on them then.
Way ahead of you.
I'd feel better
if you were in your berths, too.
Berth, Wade, as in one room,
if that's what you can
even call it.
Gregorio's unhappy with
the living arrangements.
Gregorio's unhappy
that she didn't bring
a change of clothes.
So what? So you wear
the same clothes for a few days,
like every weekend ever.
Look, we'll be happy
to stay hunkered down,
provided we're not
looking at a murder here.
Unfortunately, I think you are,
based on the lacerations
on Lieutenant Cooke's
head and neck.
That could be a result
of the fall.
Most of them, yes.
But on the head? Take a closer
look with the camera.
The watchman heard her
hit the side of the ship
on her way overboard.
Yeah. This doesn't look
like blunt force trauma.
No. Looks like some kind
of a foreign object.
You know, if you get me some,
uh, high-res digital photos,
I can create
a 3-D model of the wound,
maybe identify
the murder weapon.
Sorry to interrupt.
I've identified the men running
away from the sick crew.
Both engineers.
Okay, well,
as good a place to start as any.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Figured you'd be rushing off
to the airport by now.
Yeah, I'm rerouting through
England. I thought I'd help you
- while I wait.
- I've been going through Eternal Hope's records.
They sent me over
ten years of files.
Did you learn anything?
They're registered
not for profit,
with a $100 million budget.
Big money means big opportunity
for kickbacks.
Organizations like Eternal Hope
subcontract out
to a lot of for-profit companies
for support and supplies.
New intern?
I'm sorry, Hannah.
That's my goddaughter Donna.
I'm keeping an eye on her while
her mother's out of town.
She's a traveling nurse in
New York helping with the surge.
Don't you have an English
presentation in the morning?
A virtual report
to a virtual teacher
who probably
won't be paying attention.
Well, um, what your mom is doing
in New York is really brave.
You must be proud.
Oh, yeah, I love
being pawned off while she's out
fighting a deadly virus
that could kill her.
Manners.
Sorry.
Yes, ma'am, I'm very proud.
Ordinarily, we'd question
the two of you separately, but
under the circumstances...
He wants to know
why we're here.
Because I saw
the two of you run away
from a room filled
with sick crew.
And we're wondering why.
No mystery. We were checking
on our friends...
That's very nice, but it doesn't
explain the running.
What it does explain is
that you were hiding
those sick men.
All three of them
are engineers, and
from what we understand, you've
worked with them for years.
Hey, like I said,
our friends.
Who are very sick
and who needed medical attention
on a ship full of doctors.
Yeah. Why didn't you just
alert the captain?
All right.
We didn't want to make a fuss.
Yeah, I don't think
that's what he just said.
You were afraid
to alert the captain, right?
Because you knew
there was a pandemic,
and if word got out
that your friends were sick,
the ship wouldn't
be allowed to dock.
All-all right, listen.
No one wants to be stuck here
less than me right now.
Okay, I'd do just about anything
to get back to dry land.
But we're wondering what
you'd be willing to do.
Let's say someone found out
about those sick men.
Someone like Lieutenant Cooke.
The woman that fell overboard?
- She was thrown.
- Murdered.
Murder?
He understands that word.
Lieutenant Cooke was down here
with someone else.
She was yelling, and
then she was running...
Down here where?
Lieutenant Cooke
was involved in some sort
of altercation
on the cargo deck?
The engineers
didn't see who it was,
and only heard
Lieutenant Cooke's voice.
Well, it's not much to go on.
NCIS.
I need the
special agent in charge.
I'm afraid he's not available.
Uh, could I take a message?
No. I need to speak to him.
It's important.
Who may I say is calling?
Just put him on.
That's not the way
this works, sir.
Uh, I'm gonna need
to know something.
Tell him it's about
Lieutenant Cooke's murder.
I have information.
Sorry, Loretta.
Just wrapping up.
I think you need to hear this.
All right, sir, I have
Special Agent Pride on the line.
You said you have information
about Lieutenant Cooke's death?
Not death. Murder.
Okay.
I want to hear
what you have to say.
Why don't we start
with your name
and tell me where you are.
I have no name.
I won't meet you.
I shouldn't even be
on the phone.
Whatever's happened
on that ship,
Lieutenant Cooke's not
the first one to die.
She won't be the last.
The call came
from a prepaid cell phone.
I can't trace it,
but it did ping off a tower
by the river.
The caller said that
she wasn't the first to die,
and wouldn't be the last.
That's ominous, if not helpful.
None of the other ships.
Eternal Hope operates
have had any problems.
Maybe he was referring
to the COVID patients.
I'll look into Eternal Hope's
employee records,
see if anything comes up
as whistleblower material.
You know, I'm gonna try
a few more tricks.
I'm gonna track down
that cell phone.
Guessing this means that
you're not rushing
to catch a flight?
All the flights are cancelled
until God knows when, and...
But Naomi is safe
with her father.
That's a blessing.
Doesn't make it any
easier on you, though.
I got a fully-grown
daughter in New York City.
And I'm still worried about her
every moment of the day.
What happened with the wedding?
Postponed.
I mean, that w... that
was the right choice.
Now I got to deal with the fact
that my future son-in-law
is a detective in the
hardest hit city in the country.
Like I said,
it doesn't get easier.
Ma, Brooklyn's not safe
right now.
No, not even to bring coffee
cake to Aunt Connie's house
or go to the store, no.
I'm serious.
This isn't the flu.
This dangerous,
especially at your age.
Yeah... No. I know.
I know, I know you do
Pilates all the time.
But Pilates isn't
the cure-all.
I'm fine, Ma. Really.
No, I'm just hanging out
at the apartment with Sebastian,
you know, playing some games,
hanging out.
Ma? Ma?
Lost the damn signal again.
Ships and cell phones don't mix.
Yeah.
You taking all
this in stride?
Yeah, I was a Marine.
This right here is what we call
a pretty sweet setup.
Oh, yeah?
It's nice to know I'm not the
only one who lies to my parents.
Yeah, well, I don't want her
worried about me.
When I was in the service,
I used to send my folks
these long e-mails about
the amazing places I was seeing
and the incredible food
I was eating.
Mostly, I was sitting in the mud
somewhere eating cold K rations.
They were both in the Navy...
Didn't they know you were lying?
See, that's why I find it best
not to call too often.
When's the last time
you talked to them?
Uh, last month.
Geez. I talk to my mother
every day.
Yeah.
How's that working out for you?
It's about number 32
on my list of complaints.
You want to know number one?
How we're gonna conduct
a murder investigation
on a ship under quarantine?
Without contracting
a deadly virus.
Carefully.
There's a hundred people
to question.
We go one by one.
I brought breakfast.
I already had mine.
Thanks.
Chips?
Candy worms?
Peanut butter pretzels.
- What are you, ten?
- Well, actually, you know, I did a study,
And I have the metabolism
of a 15-year-old
cross-country runner
mixed with the brain power
of a 27-year-old PhD student
during oral exams.
Yeah, just eat
the fruit.
The 3D model
that I've been rendering
of Lieutenant Cooke's wound
is coming along.
I still can't ID
the murder weapon yet,
but it looks like
it's some kind of a hand tool.
Yeah, well, that explains
what you've been doing here
all night.
What is her excuse?
She's been nonstop.
All right, look,
I know you're
still working on it,
but get that picture
to Gregorio and Carter.
They can be on the lookout.
Loretta.
Ah, I know what you're
gonna say. Please don't.
Yes, I promised I would go home,
but I came back here instead,
because COVID isn't resting...
Why should I?
Because COVID is a virus
and you are a person.
Ah. Every
time I close my eyes,
I see bodies
rolling in.
There are people
who are still awake,
working double
and triple shifts.
I'm healthy.
I'm trained.
I'm here.
Yeah, but you're not gonna stay
healthy if you keep it up.
What if I find
something, Dwayne,
something that could help?
That would be...
amazing, Loretta.
And that's why I keep going...
Because that's what's necessary.
We have no idea
how long this pandemic
will last.
All the more reason.
Loretta, listen to me.
It's gonna get a whole lot worse
before it gets better.
What have you heard?
Just...
had a conference call
with the director.
Projections out
of New York are grim.
And we're just at the beginning.
I got a feeling we're gonna need
all of our reserves
to weather this storm.
Been packing all morning,
but this is all of it.
Cleared out the walk-in
and the storage room.
Yeah, well, it should
be more than enough.
Yeah. For now.
Every restaurant, bar and
music club in town shut down?
A lot of people out of work
who can't afford it.
Put together some care packages
for y'all.
Food, cleaning supplies,
masks...
Pay you through
the month.
Longer if we can.
Thank you so much, Pride.
I really appreciate
this, Dwayne.
But...
but can you afford it?
Food'll go bad if
we don't use it.
Not the food.
The pay.
I know what
the margins are on a bar.
You just take care
of your family.
Don't worry about us. Okay?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Yeah.
If you do recall something,
just, you know,
flag us down, okay?
Thanks.
I got to get this mask off.
- You want to take a coffee break?
- No.
No more stale coffee
or prepackaged breakfast bars.
I need some real food
in my body,
and an actual shower.
How many days
have we been on this ship?
Two days, Gregorio. I thought
you were New York tough.
Don't start with me,
Quentin.
I'm gonna
get you that coffee.
Thanks.
Can I help you?
I remember you.
I interviewed
you yesterday.
Cargo mate, right?
Cargo mate's a boss.
I work for a living.
Okay.
Is there anything
you can tell me
about Lieutenant Cooke's death?
I know why
you're really here.
It's got nothing to do
with the dead lady.
Oh, yeah?
You came here...
to shut us down
and keep us quiet.
Delivering a corona death
warrant to everybody on board.
Mm.
And the messed-up part...
You're killing yourself.
You do it with a smile,
Makes perfect sense.
DoD has nothing better to do
than to send in
two highly trained agents
to a medium-sized
ship in the Gulf
to make sure a hundred people
get COVID and die.
Well, which part isn't true?
We're in the middle
of the ocean.
Can't dock.
Can't move.
And no one's coming
to rescue us.
You can call me names
all you want,
but this...
it's the ship of the damned.
You're just as screwed
as the rest of us.
What was that about?
Dude thinks we're
all gonna die out here,
and I'm fighting real hard
not to see his logic.
Where's my coffee?
Something better.
Probably tastes the same.
Saw it hooked to the wall
when I went below deck.
But looks like that picture
Sebastian sent us, doesn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah. Asked the bosun's mate
about it.
Turns out these are positioned
all over the ship.
Including the cargo deck.
Could be our murder weapon.
Yeah.
We searched the lower decks
looking for a similar wrench.
And we found about a dozen.
But closer to the cargo deck,
we found this one.
Only partially
secure in its casing.
Like someone put it back
in a rush?
Looks pretty clean to me.
Well, whoever took it,
washed it down. However...
This is the killer's weapon.
See the blood spatter?
We weren't able
to pull a print.
We'll see what other
analysis we can run
with the supplies
on the ship here.
All right, well, keep me posted.
Hey, Pride,
any idea when
we can get back to dry land?
I wish I had an answer for you.
But with the possibility
of COVID on the ship,
they-they just won't
let you dock.
I promise you, though,
I'll get you back,
even if I have to commandeer
a boat and get you myself.
Looking for some answers, P.
All I can tell you is,
civics is boring.
Donna, hey.
How you doing?
Civics is not boring.
Not if you study it right.
Civics
is the building block
of our society.
From the Civil War...
To the Civil Rights Movement
and every other
great social movement
in the last 150 years.
Yeah, I know, Pride.
I wrote a term paper
about it in the eighth grade,
and won a scholarship.
Why do I have
to do it again to graduate?
Look like you're not
doing it at all.
Just sitting there
planning your next revolt.
We're not relitigating this.
Big word for a girl
who ignored her English essay
and snuck out of the house to
meet up her friends last night.
- Ain't that right, Pride?
- I tend to agree.
Not if you knew
the whole truth.
I needed something to eat
'cause my godfather here
doesn't keep anything
in the house.
Well, that's fair.
I mean, peop...
You know, people need to eat.
It's called "food delivery."
And ask permission,
like most adults have
to do every day.
Communication is key.
And a two-way street,
right, Dwayne?
Always, but you have to...
"Stay at home"
means stay at home.
So that gives you the right
to hack into my social media
and personal phone
- to shut them all down?
- Damn right.
I'm judge, jury and executioner
until you graduate
out of high school.
You hacked her?
Can't call it hacking
if her password
is her favorite color.
It's just...
It's a bit extreme, though.
I mean, considering
your high school career.
Look, Donna's not me.
This girl has been a straight
A student ever since preschool.
Model behavior,
until now.
How do I get through to her?
Maybe by saying everything
you just said.
Well, how about I tell you
everything I know
about your mystery caller?
You got something on
the Eternal Hope whistleblower?
I was just getting ready
to call you.
Found out everything.
His prepaid cell phone...
It was purchased two blocks
from Eternal Hope's New
Orleans headquarters.
So likely,
he works there.
Pulled up security footage
from the bank across the street.
This is Darin Collinsworth.
He's the logistics
manager at Eternal Hope.
He worked there
for ten years.
Since the beginning.
Except, he hasn't been
in the office for two days.
However,
I have his home address.
Well, that's good
work, P. Thank you.
All right, this is the place.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going, girl?
We got to suit up.
Well, I don't feel like
we need to get tactical
to pick up
a logistics specialist.
I'm not talking flak jackets.
I'm talking PPE.
Oh, yeah, I got a mask.
- You have a bandana.
- Yeah.
This is the real deal.
Okay.
Okay.
There we go.
I only got one of these. Sorry.
Pretty steampunk, though, right?
The steampunkiest.
- Right?
- Let's go.
Darin Collinsworth?
Federal agents. Open up.
Someone's moving in there.
He was trying to
get out the window.
Wait, wait.
Hannah! Hannah!
I think he's infected.
Darin Collinsworth is in the
ICU at St. Augustus Hospital.
So our whistleblower can't fill
in any blanks about what ties.
Eternal Hope
to Lieutenant Cooke's murder?
No, but there was a stockpile
of masks, canned soup,
and a file box filled
with Eternal Hope paperwork.
Mostly medical records from
old mercy missions, financials.
And there are
quite a few expenditures
with no clear indication
of where the money went.
Half a million
mystery dollars.
Founding partners at Eternal
Hope have been hard to reach,
but neither of them were
on that ship
when Lieutenant Cooke
was killed.
So our suspect's still here.
You guys get anything
else off of the murder weapon?
No.
Re-canvass the ship.
Focus on direct employees
of Eternal Hope.
If somebody was stealing
at headquarters,
they might be paying somebody
on the ship
to help 'em cover it up.
That's gonna be tricky, Pride.
Six more crew got sick today.
Everyone but essentials supposed
to stay in their berths.
Well, do what you can.
Stay safe.
Hmm.
Patrol officer at St. Augustus
Hospital just had
to forcibly remove Mullins
from the lobby.
He was trying
to get in to see
our whistleblower.
All right, I got it, guys.
Special Agent Pride,
can you explain to these men
I haven't broken any laws?
You tried to gain access
to the ICU.
I'm a doctor. I wanted to see
if I could help Darin.
Well, plenty of other
doctors are doing that.
I've known the man
for ten years.
His family can't see him.
Didn't want him to be alone.
Yeah, well, that's admirable.
You think there's more to it?
Darin Collinsworth reached out
to me the other night.
He said that Lieutenant Cooke's
death was not the only one
connected to Eternal Hope.
I don't know how
to respond to that.
All right, well,
I'll give you more.
Collinsworth had files
at his apartment.
Medical and financial records
from Eternal Hope's
missions overseas.
If Darin thought
there was a problem,
he would have come to me.
Unless you were
part of the problem.
My team found evidence
of missing money.
And that's why you think
someone killed your sailor?
Hundreds of
thousands of dollars.
$492,000 to be precise.
Yeah. I'm aware. So is
everyone else at Eternal Hope.
We're an NGO that travels
to Third World countries
to provide medical care
and supplies.
Often in remote areas.
We deal with government
corruption, militias.
Bandits.
Payoff money.
Literally the cost of doing
business. Industry practice.
We'll be happy
to let you know
where every penny
of that cash went.
I'll need to see that.
Eternal Hope is being completely
aboveboard with you.
We're on your side.
Someone killed
Lieutenant Cooke on your ship.
And the man in
that hospital told me
there's more to the story.
Think it's fair to say that
not everyone is on our side.
- We just need a few minutes to talk.
- I can't.
I have 18 confirmed sick,
and probably double that
by tomorrow.
Hey, we know
you got your hands full,
but we are talking to everyone
who's directly employed
by Eternal Hope.
You and the medical team in
there are our last interviews.
And you think one of us killed
Lieutenant Cooke over money?
- How did you...?
- It's a ship.
No secrets, remember?
But I can tell you
that everyone
who works for Eternal Hope
is dedicated to healing people.
No doubt. But we know
cash is used for payoff money.
Maybe some of it doesn't get
to where it's supposed to.
We go into hot zones without
knowing if we're gonna come out.
Nobody does this job
to get rich.
Darin Collinsworth said
something else is going on,
and that's what got
Lieutenant Cooke killed.
Then you should talk to him.
He's on a ventilator.
Look, I appreciate that you are
trying to find a killer.
It's important work, but
right now, secondary to mine.
Dr. McLane...
I am also trying to find
a killer, except mine
is invisible and
has the capacity
to take out every single person
on this ship, including you.
So if you know what's good
for you, you'll go back
to your berth
and stay there.
Excuse me.
I've got work to do.
Oh. Please don't tell me
you need something.
I literally have nothing
left to give.
No, no. I'm here for you.
Just wanted to see
if you needed any help.
Could you stop these folks
from dying?
Put a pause on this whole thing?
No.
But I can make
a really good cup of tea.
You usually like it
when I do that.
That's sweet, Sebastian.
I'll tell you what
I could really use.
- What's that? Cookies?
- A refrigerated truck.
For the overflow.
I'm on it.
No.
Roger.
Old fool.
So the house is good?
Yeah? They made a nice room
for you?
Mm. It smells like wet wood.
That's okay.
You'll get used to it.
Are you okay, Mom?
Yeah, baby, I'm fine.
I'm just glad you and Dad
made it safe and sound.
We're okay. I just...
What if I don't get
to see you again?
Oh, baby, of course
you're gonna see me again.
This is just a moment in time.
Your dad's taking
really good care of you.
And I'm taking good care of me.
And we will see each other soon.
Yeah, that's a promise.
Okay?
Okay.
Love you, Mom.
What is going on here?
I had an idea.
Yeah. Stockpiling?
I think you went overboard.
We don't need all this.
It's not for us.
Earlier today,
Joe Ricky came in.
Works oyster bar at Felix's?
Yeah. He got laid off.
He got nothing but
empty cupboards and three kids.
So you, uh...
thought you'd help him out?
Yeah. Not just him.
See, our suppliers got all
this food that's gonna go bad.
People need help.
I told Ricky to spread the word
to all the restaurant workers.
Anybody else who
needs help in the area.
It's kind of brilliant.
And expensive.
Put your money away, brother.
I'm all in. Let's help folks.
Oh, if you really feel that way,
go grab the last stack
of boxes from the car.
My arms are feeling rubbery.
Yeah, you rest.
Ah.
Where are we in
such a rush to get?
We're gonna take another look
at the cargo deck.
Whatever happened to
Lieutenant Cooke started there.
We're gonna
retrace her steps.
Do you think
something's missing?
I wouldn't be surprised.
And anyway,
we're stuck here.
What else are we gonna do?
- Oh. You okay?
- Yeah.
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