(train horn blowing)
Hey, knock it off.
I'm so sorry.
You okay?
Yeah. I thought it'd be fun
to take her for a train ride.
Forgot that most of it was overnight.
(laughs quietly)
Staying up all night sucks, huh?
On the other hand,
bragging to your friends about it...
pretty awesome.
Pretty gnarly, huh?
What happened?
MAN: That's enough! Just shut up!
WOMAN: Hey, just calm down.
MAN: I don't want to hear anymore!
I don't even know you. You don't understand.
(passengers scream)
Shut up!
MAN: J-Just shut up! Stay down.
Shut up! Nobody move, okay?
OFFICER: Stay down. It'll be okay. What are you doing?
Stop moving! I'm gonna go talk to him.
You keep an eye on my daughter? MAN: Everybody, just stay calm.
MAN: If you move... It'll be easier with two of us.
Stop! Don't move! Whatever happens, you stay down, okay?
MAN: You hear what I said?
No moving!
Stop crying! Shut up!
Just shut up!
Just shut up! Hey, man.
Hey, hey...
Calm down.
What the hell, man? I told you not to move.
I just, I just want to help you, man.
What happened?
She was rude to me.
Uh-huh.
She wouldn't listen.
Why the hell wouldn't she just listen?
Hey, everything's gonna be okay, man.
I promise.
Just give me the gun.
Okay.
(grunting, yelling)
(gunshot) (yelling)
(grunting)
(knife blade scrapes)
No, no, no, no, no. Okay... Stay with me.
I'm putting more pressure on, all right? It's gonna hurt.
What's your daughter's name?
Sadie, Sadie. I'm gonna... Sadie?
Okay.
Sadie, it's okay.
Just stay right there.
Okay, come on, come on.
Come on.
Stay with me, Lieutenant!
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Morning.
I come bearing gifts.
New coffee shop finally opened up, and I got all fancy.
Brought us lattes.
They're supposed to be amazing.
That is amazing. Right?
Yeah, it's got, like a, hang on...
It's got like a special taste or something, what...
Oh, shoot, you got Sonja's. It's soy.
Uh-huh.
Here. No, no, no.
I don't want another one. I'll make my own.
Well, make one for Sonja, because these all have milk.
No, Sonja's not here. She's traveling.
She said she was done with FLETC.
Not FLETC.
(coffee grinding) Personal.
LASALLE: Hey, y'all, get in here.
You seen the news?
Train shooting.
NEWSWOMAN: At this point, Details are sketchy.
emergency personnel have arrived on the scene. Thank you.
of the Louisiana Cypress shooting.
We can confirm the gunman fired multiple shots,
but the number of injuries is unknown.
Police are working on the identity of the shooter.
The motive behind the attack is unclear as of now, (phone beeps)
but with the investigation still unfolding, Two casualties confirmed.
witnesses' statements are being obtained... Injured sailor onboard.
NOPD wants our assistance. Let's work.
PRIDE: Loretta.
Tell me what we know.
WADE: Two fatalities.
First, Brian Hendrich, he's 22.
He's our gunman.
Shot a young woman at close range.
Our girl was Morgan Oliver, 25 years old,
grad student at Tulane, traveling with her best friend.
Hendrich also shot Lieutenant Commander Mark Jacoby.
He's in surgery at St. Teresa's.
According to witnesses,
Jacoby was trying to talk Hendrich down.
Almost had the gun
when Hendrich "went crazy" and started firing.
Now, everyone has their own version of the story,
but they all use the word crazy.
Yeah, another similarity
is everyone says two men
tried to stop the shooter.
Jacoby went in for the gun; the other man stabbed him.
Connected with him under the armpit.
Whoever he is, he knows what he's doing.
It's only one cut, precise.
Completely cleaved the vessel.
Yeah, well, the knife and the could-be hero
is gone with the wind.
We got to find him.
He and Commander Jacoby were closest to our perp.
Their information will be the most reliable.
BRODY: Well, if our second hero
were injured, he would have been
taken in by the paramedics.
A lot of people were hurt in the chaos.
I'll check it out.
Thanks, Loretta. Sure.
I'll liaise with NOPD.
Chris, go to St. Teresa's.
Check on our commander and his daughter.
LASALLE: You got it.
JACOBY: So, no one else was killed?
Just the woman?
Thank God.
Commander, the gunman, Brian Hendrich--
had you ever seen him before?
Earlier on the train?
I don't think so.
I-I barely even remember his face.
Everything happened so fast.
He was ranting about the woman.
Said she was rude.
Thought I was getting through to him.
If that other guy hadn't helped...
This other guy...
tell me about him.
Never seen him before, either.
He was just sitting by us.
Well, we haven't been able to find him.
Uh, he was... in his 20's.
But, uh, he seemed older.
He was good with Sadie.
He had a bad scar on his neck.
All the way up to his ear.
He put his hand in the bullet hole in my Dad's neck,
kept it there till the ambulance came.
Are these the clothes you were wearing today?
(grunts): Yeah.
You mind if I take them?
Might be help us I.D. our mystery man.
Whatever you need.
The guy's a hero.
And if you find him, I'd like to thank him.
Me, too.
He saved my dad's life.
Thank you, guys.
BRODY: I talked to all
the hospitals accepting victims,
and, so far, no one matching the description
of our mystery man has been admitted.
So he just disappeared.
I mean, why intervene and then run off?
Camera shy?
Ran a check on the gun Hendrich used.
First purchase, legal sale.
The gun store owner had to give him a tutorial.
This guy had never handled a firearm before.
Small blessing.
I guess.
So, (sighs) you talk to Sonja lately?
It's been a couple days.
Pride says she's traveling.
Personal matter.
Well, King says it...
Ah, it's more what he didn't say.
You're her work husband.
Come on, what do you know?
"Work husband?"
Now what in the Sam Hill does that mean?
It's a thing.
Everyone knows it.
And you're Sonja's.
(phone beeping) Now...
look... Saved by the bell.
Autopsy results are in.
Morgan Oliver was shot once, close range,
to the upper abdomen.
The bullet nicked her right ventricle,
causing almost instantaneous death.
Commander Jacoby said Hendrich was ranting
about Morgan before he shot her.
Hendrich was not the only one intent to kill.
The man who stabbed him knew severing
the axillary artery
would cause exsanguination.
He bled out.
Sounds like our mystery man's got some training.
Like an assassin.
Or medical expertise.
He saved Jacoby's life
by applying pressure to his wound in a specific way.
Anything else?
Hendrich had clozapine in his system.
It's an antipsychotic.
Stays in the body up to a week.
Levels were low,
so it suggests he had stopped taking it recently.
That adds up.
NOPD found a full bottle in his apartment.
Any indication Hendrich knew Morgan?
Not according to Morgan's friend.
They met in the dining car,
he followed them back to their seats.
Apparently, she said something that set him off.
All the hallmarks of a mentally disturbed lone gunman.
One in a long line lately.
Too long.
So, case closed?
Uh, not so fast.
I, uh, I found something interesting.
Floor's yours.
All right, so I started running prints from the crime scene.
They were everywhere, which makes sense on a public train.
Lots of people, lots of touching.
That... sounds bad.
Anyway, uh, it would take weeks to sort out
which prints go with whom,
but then Lasalle brought me this.
Commander Jacoby's shirt.
Covered in Jacoby's blood,
which at first seemed less than useful,
since we already had an I.D. on him.
But then, I noticed this:
Fingerprint in the blood. Exactly.
Now, only one person touched Jacoby's shirt.
Three, if you count the paramedics,
but I ruled them out,
which leaves the man who saved Jacoby's life.
Now, it was a-a partial print, smeared,
so it took a little doing, but hey, I'm me.
I handled it.
So, meet our second hero, Nolan Griffith.
Trained under the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program.
Which explains his knife-fighting skills.
Yeah, he served two tours in Afghanistan
as a hospital corpsman.
We got a current address?
That's where things get a little squirrely.
See, Corpsman Griffith
was captured by the enemy overseas in 2012.
He was never found.
So, how the hell did he wind up on a train in New Orleans?
It was a routine mission,
routine being a relative term in Khyber Pass.
I was hit by an IED.
Torn up.
Insurgents started pouring in.
NEWSWOMAN: You ordered your men to leave you,
and Nolan Griffith ignored you?
Administered tactical combat casualty care.
That's when they grabbed him.
That was 2012.
Militants captured Nolan, and left Manning to die.
But thanks to Nolan's medical care, he survived.
Corpsman Nolan Griffith
was awarded the Bronze Star in absentia.
BRODY: Meanwhile, his captors
leaked videos of him being tortured.
This was released
in October, 2014.
Aman Bashir. Pakistani militant,
unhappy with his country's
military and economic ties to the U.S.
Responsible for attacks
in Middle East, Europe, and Asia.
That image of Nolan is almost a year and a half old.
What've we got on him since?
Nothing. No sign of him being alive,
and the Navy's compartmented his files.
LASALLE: No scar.
Jacoby's daughter
said Nolan had a nasty scar on his neck.
I don't see it here.
Nothing about it in his military records.
Something happened to Nolan
between that video's recording and yesterday.
Besides a scar.
Why is he hiding?
I'm gonna talk to Navy Intel,
find out what they aren't telling us.
Nolan must be using an alias.
Dig into the train manifest, find it.
On it, King.
Nolan's sister lives in...
Mississippi. All right.
See if she knows why her brother wound up here.
Been dozens of sightings of Nolan over the years.
None panned out.
We found his fingerprints.
Witnesses say he saved a lot of lives on that train yesterday.
That's my brother.
Trouble finds him
and he always saves the day.
You really think he's alive?
We do.
I didn't believe in miracles...
What?
What aren't you telling me?
Since Nolan's been back,
he hasn't contacted you, or anyone...
Maybe he's forgotten things.
Losing our parents nearly broke him.
And then he was taken, tortured.
He's been to hell and back.
I can't believe he's alive.
LASALLE: This guy we're meeting--
he's Navy Intel?
Not Navy.
Civilian.
PRIDE: DoD referred us to him.
LASALLE: (chuckles) So...
CIA.
MAN: Orangutans are my favorite apes.
They're cunning.
They often observe their caregivers.
Learn their routines, then they use that knowledge
to try to escape.
We got questions about Nolan Griffith.
Heard you got answers.
It's possible.
And why are you asking?
'Cause he showed up in New Orleans yesterday.
Which, given his history, seems odd, to say the least.
Since you are so chatty, maybe you can tell us
why a CIA agent is running point on a missing sailor.
You think I ask to meet at the local zoo, I must be a spy?
We think you're a spy
'cause you got Agency written all over you.
You agreed to meet us.
There's a great deal of public pressure
to find Corpsman Griffith.
We had men embedded in the Khyber Pass.
Started poking around for intel on his whereabouts.
His sister thought you came close to finding him.
Actionable intelligence led to a specific point
within the Spin Ghar.
We went in.
Things went sideways.
Never laid eyes on Nolan.
I thought he was long dead, till you guys called.
You don't seem too excited to find out he's alive.
First off, don't know that he is.
Oh, we got fingerprints.
Eyewitness I.D.
Neither of which are foolproof.
Could be a scam.
Pretty confident in our intel, and so are you,
or you wouldn't have come all the way to New Orleans
just to look at apes.
Well, let's say you're right.
It could be another Bowe Bergdahl type situation.
Not great for anyone.
If you'll excuse me,
it's feeding time for the gorillas.
Meet Mathias Dressler.
He took the train from NOLA
all the way to its final stop in Chicago,
then back again.
But I couldn't get a clear look
at his scars on any photos,
but this is how Sadie Jacoby remembers it.
Mathias, AKA Nolan Griffith.
He's traveling under a German passport.
He entered the U.S. about two months ago
at the border crossing of Nuevo Laredo.
So he wouldn't have been flagged, 'cause if you're not
a Mexican or American, no one pays much attention.
Okay, so, somehow he got from Afghanistan to Texas?
And from there on to the great state of Louisiana.
He's been in New Orleans about three weeks, which is when
he signed this lease agreement-- mm!
French Quarter.
All right, I'll call Pride and Lasalle.
Thank you, Patton.
You got it.
BRODY: Clear.
LASALLE: All clear.
Hey, check this out.
Got some sort of...
powder residue on his shoes.
We'll get a sample to Sebastian.
And it's everywhere.
Trail ends at the chair.
Look at this.
Better get that to him, also.
(footsteps approaching)
(footsteps running) PRIDE: He's running!
BRODY: I'll call NOPD.
(lively jazz playing)
LASALLE: NCIS! Hey!
♪ ♪
PRIDE: Out of the way!
TOUR GUIDE: A little-known fact about Jean Lafitte...
Hey! You can't be in here!
What are you...?
So sorry about this, folks.
LASALLE: Where'd he go?
Which way'd he go? Through there!
He almost knocked me over, that jerk!
I hope you get him!
(lively jazz continuing)
(engine revs, tires screech)
I just saw him.
I saw his face.
It's him. He's here.
Who's here?
Aman Bashir is in our city.
Landlord said Nolan was a model tenant.
Quiet, kept to himself.
Ever see Bashir with him?
He saw someone.
Tall, olive skin.
Kept his face obscured.
Nolan and Bashir both managed
to avoid every camera in the vicinity.
Talked to U.S. Customs and Border Protection.
No record of Bashir entering or he would've been stopped,
but they did find this.
Nolan Griffith at the border in Laredo.
Ran plates, got a hit.
Texas Rangers found it abandoned.
False bottom.
Big enough to hold a man.
So, Nolan crossed into the U.S. with Bashir hidden in his car.
Headed for New Orleans, switched vehicles.
Rented an apartment...
All signs point to Bashir planning an attack
in New Orleans, with Nolan.
Corpsman was Bashir's captive.
He was tortured, nearly killed...
Probably fed all kinds of lies, too.
I mean, you get angry enough,
feel abandoned by your country...
So, you come all this way to carry out this attack,
and then stop to save a bunch of innocent people's lives?
What the hell were you doing, tangling with Aman Bashir?
You blew six months...! PRIDE: Whoa!
Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute.
of CIA surveillance! Wait a minute, wait a minute!
If you told us why you were here,
we would have handled it differently.
I don't owe you any explanations...
The hell you don't.
CIA has no jurisdiction within the U.S.
I don't give a crap about jurisdiction.
We're at war, trying to catch some very bad guys.
So are we. Now, you want to revise
your earlier answers?
Because if you were spying on Bashir,
(phone ringing) then you must have known
that Nolan smuggled him into the country.
(computer blips) Aloha!
Sorry, I'm just-I'm really cold,
so I'm trying to say words
that make me feel more tropical.
You have company.
I'm sorry. Uh...
Do you want me to call back?
What do you got, Sebastian?
Well, I got the goodies that you sent.
Uh, starting with the powder...
LASALLE: What is it?
Drugs? Explosives?
No, it's dust.
There's actually a ton
of different kinds of dust.
There's, uh, domestic,
atmospheric, cosmic...
I don't know what this is just yet, but I'm into it.
What about the phone we found in Nolan's apartment?
You found a phone?
We need to see it.
You'll have to wait your turn.
Ah, well, the-the phone had a pretty intricate
encryption on it, but I was able to crack it.
I found these.
Nolan's sister?
Thought she said she wasn't in contact with him.
Photos suggest otherwise.
Also, fun fact:
one of the stops on the Louisiana Cypress
just happens to be Mariana's hometown.
So, uh, that's all I got.
Uh, oh, wait, um, the phone had some coded texts on it...
Get it to Pat.
On it.
Look, I want to question Nolan's sister.
I'll talk to my director.
You talk to yours.
Till they both sign off,
I don't want you anywhere near that woman.
Clear?
Oh, we're clear.
MARIANA: Don't know what to tell you.
I haven't seen Nolan,
and have no idea who took those photos.
Nolan's prints are on the porch swing.
They are fresh.
The photos, the train, the prints--
he came here to see you.
Well, I didn't see him.
Those were taken from far away.
I didn't know I was being photographed. Okay.
Explain the swing.
Nolan used to sit on it with our parents.
After they died,
he'd spend hours out here, remembering.
He must have come home because he missed it.
If he came all this way to reminisce,
why didn't he reach out to you?
He must be protecting me.
That man, the one you say he's with?
He's the monster.
He must be threatening Nolan, forcing him to do things.
We've found no evidence that your brother has been coerced.
Then look harder.
Tap my phones, follow me, use me as bait.
I don't care. I just want him back.
Whatever happens, please...
don't let me lose him again.
(computer blips)
Hello, again. Sebastian.
What'd you find?
I got more dust.
I scienced the hell out of it.
Sending the results to your computer right now.
Turns out, that this particular dust
is comprised of granite particles and something called
respirable crystalline silica.
It's found mainly on construction sites.
Nolan renovating his kitchen?
Well, not exactly.
See, modern day granite
is treated with a polyurethane water sealant,
but this was sealant free, meaning that it's old.
Like, at least a hundred years old,
back when it was the primary building block of tombstones.
Well, he's been visiting one of the city's many cemeteries.
Yeah, and I know exactly which one, too.
I cross-referenced cemeteries built before 1915
with current construction sites and only got one result.
Lafayette.
Them CIA blowhards can kiss my chiseled behind.
You gonna have to get in line, Triple P.
You find something?
Man, I cracked the texts
on Nolan Griffith's cell phone.
The one that Sebastian couldn't decipher.
Oh, I didn't even try
because I had more pressing matters
than high-school-level decoding.
Only looks simple if you don't know what you're doing.
At first glance,
it seems like a standard AES encryption,
but it turns out to be the 224-bit Rijndael cypher.
Less high school, more NSA.
Our missing Corpsman--
he's been sending and receiving date and time
from another burner.
Last text contains tomorrow's date at 9:00 a.m.
SEBASTIAN: Anyway, uh, for what it's worth,
given the amount of dust that was found in Nolan's apartment,
he'd have to be making frequent trips to that cemetery.
Seeing how there's hundreds of tourists
visiting Lafayette Cemetery a day,
makes it an attractive target.
Guy in a red hoodie.
Can't get a view of his face.
Heading your way, Brody.
Negative.
Just a happy family.
LASALLE (over radio): I got a visual.
North corner.
He's looking for someone.
Or something. Maybe a signal?
LASALLE: Yeah, it could be a detonator.
Okay, move in now.
Nolan Griffith-- NCIS!
Put your hands up! PRIDE: Easy.
Nowhere to go. Drop it!
Here to help you. You can't do this.
You want to explain?
You drop it, or we take you out.
Drop it.
No, no, no. Get down here.
(grunting)
GRIFFITH: You're making a mistake.
You take me in, something awful's gonna happen.
PRIDE: You gotta talk to us, Corpsman.
Whatever you're involved in, it's not too late.
We can stop it.
We're gonna stay here.
As long as it takes.
The scar is not from Bashir.
I got it when I escaped from my kidnappers.
You escaped? Yes.
The night that they thought you died.
I almost did.
One of my captors set off a bomb.
I was hurt, but I could still run.
I passed out somewhere in the mountains,
and when I woke up, I was in a tiny, remote village,
with my neck splayed open.
How'd you survive?
(sighs) There was a woman...
...kind of like the town's nurse.
Nasima.
She sewed me up.
She-she nursed me back to health.
We f... we fell in love.
(quiet laugh)
And, eventually, we got married.
That's a nice story, son.
Having trouble buying it.
Why didn't you contact the U.S.?
The village had no communication infrastructure.
It took me months to get better.
By the time I could travel, I-I did.
I found a NATO base.
Not on your records.
No, sir, because it never officially happened.
It's part of the plan.
The plan?
Nasima's third cousin is Aman Bashir.
Chatter said... he was planning an attack on U.S. soil.
They wanted me to join him, undercover.
You want us to believe that you convinced Bashir
that a U.S. Navy sailor switched sides?
I married a Pakistani.
Bashir's flesh and blood.
I lived among them.
Believe what you want,
but I convinced Bashir
my perspective had changed.
If all this is true,
then when you and Bashir crossed the border,
why didn't you go to the police right away?
Bashir's not the only one here.
He's planning multiple attacks.
I... He sent me to Chicago
to drop money to another one of his men.
New Orleans is just the beginning.
Who's the other man?
What's the operation?
When is it gonna happen?
I don't know!
Come on, man! I don't know!
(slamming table) I would tell you,
but I don't know.
(sighs) I never met the other guy.
I just made the drop.
Bashir keeps us separate.
E-Everything is on a need-to-know basis.
All I do know
is I have to meet Bashir today at 3:00 p.m.
I have spent months--
months-- gaining Bashir's confidence.
If I don't show up today,
he will know that I am blown,
and we will lose him.
Who's we?
My CIA handler.
I need Calloway here right away.
I'm on it.
You ain't believing this crap, are you, King?
Don't know what to believe.
He's just stalling us
(phone ringing) until the attack.
NCIS. Maybe so, but he's our only link.
That's why I need to talk
to Calloway direct.
(sighs) Find him?
No, but NOPD did.
Witness came out for a smoke, saw the blood, called it in.
NOPD noticed Calloway's Belle Chasse visitor's pass.
WADE: Dwayne, I figured you'd hear about this one.
It's multiple stab wounds to the neck and torso.
Assailant came at him from behind.
So, Calloway...
came to the cemetery to meet up with Nolan.
Bashir saw him tailing Nolan, grabbed him.
Yeah, or Nolan killed him, and his whole story's a sham.
BRODY: Nolan is trained with a knife.
He killed Hendrich by severing an artery.
Yeah, Merri's right.
This is sloppier.
Any idea time of death?
I'll know more in a few hours.
Yeah, well, we've got exactly two of those
before Nolan's supposed to meet with Bashir.
Yeah, if we let him go,
he's gonna help attack New Orleans.
Or help us save it.
Thanks a lot, Charlie, much appreciated.
NOPD canvassed the street Calloway was killed on.
An old woman said she saw
a white utility truck with some ad on the side.
Sounds like the same truck I saw Bashir escape in.
She get plates?
She did not.
Wasn't wearing her glasses.
(phone blips)
No hits on the BOLO.
You get anything?
A major case of the willies.
You ever been inside a terrorist chat room?
It's not on my bucket list.
Yeah, well, it's... pretty disturbing.
A lot of chatter about an imminent attack,
and NOLA is listed more than once.
Hear anything about a target?
Superdome's popular.
Football season's over.
Okay, well, there is
a NASCAR thingy at Motorsports Park...
It's not NASCAR, it's Indy.
There's a difference?
Please don't tell me what it is.
Question: why are you so sure
Nolan's telling the truth?
His story is messy.
You create a fake back story,
it is clear.
It's simple.
And the way he talks about his wife...
he loves her.
Yeah, I bet he does.
Enough to get in bed with her insurgent family.
He risked his life on that train to save those people.
Why do that?
Why are you so sure Nolan's lying?
Well, he was missing for four years.
I mean, you hang around crazy long enough,
be hard not to get suckered in.
You lie with dogs, you wake up with fleas.
You're assuming that's all he experienced.
Nolan's captors did terrible things,
but the people who found him... they saved his life.
I mean, that would be enough to renew my faith in humanity.
Well, that says something about you,
not Nolan Griffith.
All right, at the end of the day,
we don't know who this joker is.
Maybe what he went through made him stronger,
but maybe it just made him angrier.
(startled gasp)
Calloway's dead.
(sighs)
What happened?
Stabbing at the cemetery.
Bashir.
After you found the apartment, he knew someone was on to us.
He must have followed me.
Checked with his bosses.
They deny knowing anything about your op.
It's the CIA.
They deny everything.
It's just you and me, Corpsman.
And it's 1:47.
(sighs)
When I was held captive,
they beat me.
They starved me.
There were times I wanted to die.
But I couldn't let my sister lose anyone else.
But you got out...
...so you claim.
Why would you go back?
Nasima.
She took me in.
She took care of me.
I hadn't felt that kind of belonging since...
since before my parents died...
and I wasn't about to leave Nasima behind.
So, the CIA used your wife
to blackmail you into helping them?
If they did that to me...
I can't tell you what I might be capable of.
Sir...
I did not kill Adam Calloway.
And yes... I was angry.
I was angry... at first,
but when I learned that Bashir
was really planning an attack...
I had to stop him.
I think you would, too.
LASALLE (over radio): You should not have let him go.
I do not like this.
I'm losing sight of him.
BRODY: I got him.
BRODY (over radio): He's headed north on Royal Street.
Tracker's working.
(over radio): Just maintain visual contact.
We're losing him.
LASALLE: He's going around a corner.
Look like he's heading in an alley.
Oh, no.
(groans)
Nolan's tracker.
He's gone, King. He played us.
We don't know that.
Well, do you see him anywhere?
Look, he ditched us
and left this here as a memento.
Reality is we don't know what side he's on...
but we're prepared for anything, right, Patton?
I been tracking our guy the whole time.
Double tracking by Triple P.
I'm glad somebody's playing it smart.
So, where is he, Patton?
Well, that's the thing.
I got eyes all over NOLA,
but there are 1,600 miles of sewer below our fair city
and I can't see into them.
If our corpsman decided to go in the manhole,
he could literally be anywhere right now.
It's all a big con.
He used us.
How long ago did Nolan go into the sewers?
14 minutes and 32 seconds.
Long enough to go about two miles?
I'd give it a mile and a half the most.
All right, gives us a starting point.
Check all the exits within the perimeter.
Way ahead of you.
We got dead ends, two stretches,
no exits within that time frame.
He could still be down there. PATTON: Maybe.
If he hasn't surfaced already
at one of the four possible locations.
Okay, I'm checking on traffic cams, surveillance footage,
checking all angles.
Oh, hell, yeah! I got something!
I got a guy matching Nolan's description
getting in the back of a white truck.
Overman Heating and Air Condition stenciled on the side.
LASALLE: That's the truck I saw Bashir in,
and a witness saw the same truck at Calloway's crime scene.
It just passed through the traffic cam in The Quarter.
Dozens of soft targets. Hotels.
Any events flagged in the security alerts?
The Matisse Hotel. Economic summit.
Focus is how U.S. aid
positively affects the relationship
between the Middle East and West.
Okay, checking Matisse security cam...
got your white truck pulling into the back entrance.
All right, get NOPD and SWAT, and have them meet us there now.
(various indistinct conversations)
NCIS!
Get your hands up. Get them up!
BRODY: Empty.
Burner phone, same make as the one
we found in Nolan's apartment.
Where are they, huh?
Where they at?
Huh?
Where's Bashir?
SWAT team is ten minutes out. NOPD is on the way.
We can't wait. Where the hell are they?
It's got to be up there. Yeah, it leads right
(siren approaching) to the summit, King.
Alert... Alert hotel security
we're going to evacuate the hotel.
(sirens approaching) Brody, you're with me.
We gotta find them now.
Go.
What the hell, Bashir?
Do you want to stop pointing that gun at me?
Someone has found the apartment.
You were being tailed.
We're dealing with this now?
Your timing's for crap.
I need to find out if there were others.
How should I know?
Take this.
Your part is now.
Move. Move.
All right. All right.
LASALLE: Everything is all right.
Just keep heading to the exits.
Keep it moving.
King, we're getting everybody out,
but there's still no signs of Nolan or Bashir.
Well, they're here somewhere.
They changed clothes.
If the summit isn't their target, then what is?
Who isn't accounted for?
Got a list of attendees here.
Keynote speaker is Vice President of IMF,
Marie Lovatelli.
She's supposed to give a speech in ten minutes.
Where is she now?
I think she's still in her room, King.
(knocking on door)
Yes?
Ma'am, hotel security.
Here to escort you to the ballroom.
Of course.
(elevator bell dings)
Watch my back.
Shoot anything that comes out of this elevator.
Federal agents!
BRODY: Drop your weapons!
LASALLE: Got you surrounded, Bashir.
PRIDE: Put it down!
Nowhere to go, Bashir.
(elevator bell dings)
Damn you.
It's done, Bashir.
Put your weapons down.
Nolan, you too.
LASALLE: Get on your knees.
PRIDE: Listen to me.
Easy.
All right.
Putting it down.
PRIDE: Easy.
Nolan!
(grunting)
Got a grenade.
Spoon is still intact.
It's over now, Corpsman.
(panting)
There'll be a ceremony for the Bronze Star,
and the Navy owes you a whole lot of back pay.
Not to mention a debt of gratitude.
Bashir and the men with him
were planning attacks on three cities.
Thanks to your help, we were able to stop them.
Hey...
you're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?
I'm sorry, sir, I...
I-I know you said the flight got in safely, but...
I understand.
Right through here.
GRIFFITH: Nasima.
Oh, my God.
Baby brother.
(laughing): Mariana.
(kissing)
GRIFFITH: You met Nasima?
MARIANA: Of course.
And your son.
He came early.
He's healthy and strong.
(cooing): Da, da, da...
(coos, laughs)
Like his father.
Here, hold him.
BRODY: I was right about Nolan.
First time for everything, right?
(quiet laugh)
LASALLE: Ah, I'm glad you were.
I like a storybook ending.
Who doesn't?
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