♪ ♪
(cannons booming)
♪ ♪
(both shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
This is degrading, right?
I feel like this is degrading and itchy.
No one forced you to wear it.
I can't believe women had to wear this 200 years ago.
I hate men.
No, you hate 19th-century men.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be trying to find a costume party.
Which apparently we can't find.
Where you'd get that map, anyways?
Serena in accounting.
She said it was super exclusive, but worth it.
MAN: Argh! You scalawag!
(cannons continue in distance)
There should be a door here somewhere.
I don't like this, Darla.
Let's just go.
Look, it's right there.
Let's just go.
Wait.
Darla...
(door rattles)
Darla.
One more try.
(screaming)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
What's the joke? New Orleans has 365 days and 423 festivals?
What don't you guys celebrate here?
Yeah, well, Pirate Fest isn't one of my favorites.
How come? I don't know.
Smuggling, debauchery, murder.
What's next, Slave Days?
I told you. You're grumpy.
I am not grumpy. Oh, yes, you are. Have been for a while.
You and me, we used to go out all the time
when we first became roommates.
We were clubbin', partying.
Now it's like pulling teeth with you.
Well, maybe I don't like you anymore.
You ever consider that? Nope. Not possible.
I'm the best friend anybody can have, and you know it. (laughs)
No, but seriously, what's going on?
Girl, I don't know.
But when I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Okay.
And the name of the victim is
Lieutenant Commander Elaine Dodd.
Oceanographer out of Stennis Space Center.
Well, according to her I.D.
Found the wallet in the purse in the warehouse.
Her purse-- so not a robbery.
Well, that's your area of expertise,
but no, I don't think it was.
Whatever the reason,
was a brutal death.
Beaten severely, stabbed several times.
Could be some sort of message killing.
However, the initial wounds were not mortal.
You're thinking maybe she was tortured first?
It's possible.
What they did to the poor woman's arm.
That was done postmortem.
I suspect they hung her upside down
to make sure they peel the epidermis in one piece.
And if they did,
then they knew what they were doing.
Yeah, and it means they had a specific reason
to do it, but why?
Don't have the answers yet; maybe when I
get her back to autopsy. Can't be a coincidence
that this happened right near the pirate festival, can it?
Well, it certainly happened during that time.
I estimate her T.O.D. at right around midnight.
What was the commander doing here, and why would someone
want to take off half her arm?
According to her C.O., Lieutenant Commander Dodd
took leave to go visit her father
in Florida two days ago.
But her credit card records show different.
She never left Louisiana.
All right, Percy, see if you can track down Elaine's father.
But if you get ahold of him, don't tell him what happened.
CACO should break the news. Understood.
Nothing much to what she was working on
at the Stennis Space Center-- mapping the last 300 years
of Gulf shore movements,
trying to predict and plan for the future.
Pretty mundane sounding.
She have any skeletons in her closet?
You know, skeletons, closet...
I was just going with the pirate theme.
Pirate Fest... which celebrates the legend
of gulf pirates and privateers burying their stolen goods
all over New Orleans.
Well, look at you.
You know about pirates?
Continue.
Nothing in Elaine's closet,
personally or professionally, as far as I can see.
I mean, perfect evaluations, perfect credit...
About as clean as it gets.
She must have been into something
to get murdered like that.
It's up to us to figure out what it was.
There is one anomaly, but it's not much.
All right? She focused her mapping
all on Grand Isle.
Even spent a lot of her free time there, too, researching...
Jean Lafitte. As a matter of fact, yeah.
Grand Isle was the base of his pirate operations
before the War of 1812, along with Grand Terre.
All right, maybe I liked pirates when I was a kid.
Tease me, you're fired.
Didn't say a word.
I, um, just got off with NOPD.
NOPD? I thought you were looking for Elaine's father.
I was, but he popped up on the DOD database.
Apparently, he's an ex-Green Beret, and...
he reported his daughter missing,
both to the Navy and in person at the local NOPD office.
Still want me to call CACO?
No. If he traveled all the way from Florida,
he knows something's wrong.
A father deserves to know the truth.
It'd be better if it came from us.
So, all right, you two keep digging into Elaine.
She was killed and mutilated for a reason.
I want to know why.
MAN: She called,
left me a voice mail about visiting me.
But then when she never showed...
I'm telling you, Mr. Dodd, you don't have to do this.
We already have a positive I.D.
No, I need to see her.
It's the right thing to do.
(clears throat)
This is Dr. Wade-- she's a friend.
Mr. Dodd.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
You, uh...
have any idea who did this?
(door opens)
Dr. Wade?
Oh. Excuse me.
So I was hoping that you would help us...
Mr. Dodd.
Your daughter Elaine called you--
any idea... what it was about
or why she wanted to go to Florida?
I don't know. She just sounded very excited
to tell me something.
Surprised me.
Surprised you how?
Elaine and I weren't very close.
We didn't talk much.
Do you have any kids, Agent Pride?
Daughter. In college.
Well, I hope you're closer to her than I was to Elaine.
Still, you... said she was excited about something.
Any idea what? All I can think of
is that it must have had something to do with, uh...
a treasure hunt.
A... a treasure hunt?
Even though we didn't talk, Elaine and I would, uh,
exchange ideas and clues in e-mails online
every once in a while.
Pretty much the only thing we had in common.
Dwayne.
I think you should see this.
Excuse me.
What have you got?
SEBASTIAN: Actually, I'm not sure.
But it might help us understand
why the killer skinned Elaine's...
arm.
It's okay. Go ahead.
Uh, looks like Elaine
might have had some kind of tattoo.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, but not your typical tattoo,
like a rose or "Mom" or Batman, which is actually
very typical in geek circles... Just tell them what you found, please.
So, the mechanized needles that are used in tattooing,
they actually inject ink into the second layer of skin, too.
So theoretically,
we should be able to recreate the tattoo itself.
And did you? Yes and no.
(computer beeping)
I have no idea what that is.
Oh. It's a curious choice for a tattoo,
but if we could just figure out what it meant...
They're coordinates.
That's why Elaine called.
She must have finally figured out how to find it.
Find what?
If I'm correct,
the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis.
Gifted to New Orleans
as part of the Louisiana Purchase.
But believed stolen by Jean Lafitte.
Jean Laf...? You mean like the pirate Jean Lafitte?
The Napoleon Fleur
is what the city flag is rumored to be based on.
But I never thought it really existed.
I was beginning to think it didn't exist, either.
That's why I gave up looking for it.
But apparently, Elaine never did.
Well, maybe her job at Stennis, mapping shore movements
around Grand Isle, helped her
find a clue... Wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Time out, time out.
Are you saying that your daughter
tattooed a treasure map on her arm?
They're more like coordinates that could lead to the map.
Which could lead to the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis?
Theoretically.
But there's also probably many more steps.
Lafitte would have made it almost impossible to find,
because it was so valuable.
Unless...
you followed all the clues.
Sebastian. Yeah?
Think you can figure out where the compass is pointing?
Yeah, now that I know what it is, yeah.
PRIDE: Eyes open, killer or killers
must have skinned Elaine's arm for the coordinates, too.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, it's not easy deciphering them, though.
I mean, frankly, I don't even know if this is right.
It's a good possibility, though. The church predates Lafitte.
Attic's never been renovated.
Makes sense he'd bury a clue there. It also makes sense
why they tore up Elaine's arm-- so no one else could find it.
Well, whatever the next clue is,
it's got to be around here somewhere.
At least, according to these coordinates.
Still, it's kind of cool, though, right?
I've never been on a treasure hunt before.
Not a treasure hunt, Sebastian.
It's a murder investigation.
Right, yeah. Game face. (gunshots)
(door closes)
Sebastian?
(panting): They got away.
You okay?
Yeah, you got to take a look at this. Come here.
It looks like there's a secret compartment
underneath the statue.
We must have scared them away
before they had a chance to move it. Here, come here.
Easy. Easy.
(grunts softly)
(creaking)
Something's in there.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
(Pride coughs)
What is that?
A puzzle book. I think.
Definitely something
that pirates used to use
to hide things.
Look, there's a Fleur-de-Lis... Yeah.
...carved on it-- and I think, what is--
looks like some kind of signature.
PRIDE: Jean Lafitte.
(chuckles)
It looks like we beat whoever killed Elaine
to the first clue. Which means...
we are on a real-life treasure hunt.
GREGORIO: Just got back from Elaine's apartment.
Not much there other than a lot of books on Lafitte,
old letters, Gulf maps.
Looks like she was obviously obsessed
with finding something all right.
The Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis.
If her father's right.
Obviously worried she was being followed, too.
Otherwise, why tattoo the clue on her arm?
Well, it didn't stop the killers from still getting it, though.
Yeah, well, at least we got the next clue before they did.
What is this thing?
This is a handmade puzzle book.
It's pretty intricate, too.
We just need to decode the ciphers,
then we can open it up, get the next clue.
Mm-hmm. Something tells me it'd be much easier
to use a knife.
Hey, stop! Hey, ow.
Easy.
All right?
I don't know everything about pirates,
but I know about these things. And if they're not opened
exactly how they're supposed to be opened,
they could self-destruct.
There could be, like, an acid capsule inside there or something.
Are you kidding? Is he kidding?
No, he's not kidding.
Pirates created elaborate clue trails
that only those who knew them best could follow.
It Lafitte really did bury the Napoleon Fleur,
his clue trail could be more elaborate than most.
So, we have to follow the clues
in order to find the Fleur-de-Lis? BOTH: Yeah.
And, hopefully, Elaine's killers... Okay.
...since they're after it, too.
All right, keep working on that thing.
Got to figure out how to open it.
This is ridiculous.
Ghost stories, treasure hunts.
So what's next, the frickin' tooth fairy?
(sighs)
What do you got? Surveillance spotted
those two jokers who shot at you running out of the common.
SONJA: We used Patton's facial recognition
software to identify one of them.
Nathan Hendricks.
He's been in and out of prison since he was in juvie.
Any connection to the victim?
Not that we can find.
More of a mercenary, apparently, hired gun.
You need some dirty work done?
Call him.
TOM: I bet I know who called him, too.
As well as who knows him.
Mr. Dodd.
Special Agents Percy and Lasalle.
What are you doing here?
Trying to find the Napoleon Fleur.
Just like you.
For my daughter.
All right.
We're listening. I wasn't the only one
looking for the Fleur back when.
There were others.
Like I said, it's worth a lot. Millions.
So, you know Nate Hendricks? No.
But I know who he used to work for.
A man who specializes in deep-sea diving,
sunken galleons.
He might know something.
What's his name?
He won't meet with you.
You're cops.
But he might meet with me.
Oh, no way, that's way too risky.
I may be an ex-Green Beret, but I still know
how to handle myself.
Besides, you don't get the meet without me.
GREGORIO: Pride,
we might have a lead on who helped Elaine
get the coordinates to the puzzle book.
Yeah, an expert on Jean Lafitte
who works at the Historical Society.
Michelle Faucheux.
According to Elaine's phone record,
she called her several times in the last few days.
That name ring any bell?
No. PRIDE: All right,
go talk with her, but watch your backs.
Reasonable to assume that the killers know
that we're after the same thing they are now.
Copy that.
All right, Mr. Dodd.
Make your call.
SEBASTIAN: Maybe she's not getting enough sleep?
Could be something to do with Sonja's mom, you know?
I mean, it's been what, a year since Sonja's step-dad died.
I doubt it. They talk all the time.
Very lovey-dovey.
No, there's something else bugging her.
I-I just... I don't know what.
You know? If only we had someone who was, like,
a profiler... Shut up.
Wait.
(clattering nearby) (gasps)
(whimpers) Please, don't hurt me.
Federal agents. Who are you?
Michelle. M-My name's Michelle.
Michelle? Faucheux?
Uh-huh.
Okay, okay, it's all right. You're safe now.
Come here.
Thanks. Yeah, come on.
Let's go over here. I don't understand.
How did you get here so fast?
Well, actually, we were coming to see you about a case.
GREGORIO: Right. Now, just, just breathe.
Deep breath.
Tell us what happened.
I don't know, I was...
I was just doing some research, and-and these, these two guys
just burst in here yelling, screaming.
And then they-they grabbed me and shoved me in the closet
and told me to stay there or...
or they'd kill me.
Did you get a good look at them?
Maybe, I...
It all happened so fast, I...
I heard them throwing things
and breaking things... Hey, listen, okay?
We're gonna take care of this now, okay?
Do you, um...
do you know somebody named Elaine Dodd?
Elaine, sure.
We talk all the time. Why? What did you talk about?
Well, lately, mostly about Jean Lafitte, the pirate.
I'm sort of an expert on him and his brother, Pierre.
19th-century smuggling and pirating and...
When was the last time you spoke to her?
Oh, a couple of days ago, I think.
She was super excited.
She's been looking for Lafitte's puzzle book.
Trying to find the Napoleon Fleur-de-Lis?
Yeah. How did you know about that?
Did something happen to Elaine?
TOM: Treasure hunting has become way too dangerous.
The terrorists looting and destroying antiquities.
Selling stolen artifacts on the black market
to fund their operations.
It's all changed.
It used to be more about the hunt.
Although, if you got lucky,
you sure as hell could strike it rich.
Is that what your daughter
was hoping for?
Elaine?
No.
She didn't care about any of that.
She just loved the thrill of it all.
The adventure.
Hmm. Good for her.
Maybe she also liked doing it because you did?
Maybe.
Tommy!
Whoa.
Wait, what the hell's going on here?
Federal agents.
Come on in.
Preferably willingly.
Just looking for a little information, Mr. Sturgess.
Tom here thought you might be able to help.
Help? Tom, what the hell's going on here?
They killed Elaine, Quint.
She was searching for the Napoleon Fleur,
and they killed her.
Holy crap.
You know them?
Yeah, it's Nate Hendricks and Billy Walton.
Chief suspects in Elaine's murder.
Any idea who hired 'em?
You, maybe? STURGESS: No way.
I haven't seen either one of 'em in months.
A year, maybe. LASALLE: All right, then,
who hired them?
Tom, are you sure they're after the Fleur?
Positive.
Why? Why?
The Fleur's one of the last great undiscovered treasures.
Means whoever it is will do anything to get it.
Especially if they think they're close.
Look,
I'll give you what I know on Hendricks and Walton,
but I don't want anything else to do with this.
They won't let nothin' stand in their way.
Not even cops.
Obviously, we're not gonna take our eyes off you.
You know, we got to protect you, keep you safe.
One of us, probably me, might even have to save your life.
Until then, uh, you're gonna be safe here
until we can find you a-a place to stay.
Here you go. I mean,
she can just stay with me.
Why would she stay at your place?
Oh, I don't know, maybe because
there's two NCIS agents that live there.
That doesn't make any sense.
It makes perfect sense. No, why would she stay...
MICHELLE: Oh, my God. Lafitte's puzzle book.
How did you find it?
SEBASTIAN: Actually, uh,
Elaine sort of did.
It was her last clue that led us to it.
Led us to the killers, too, just beat them to the punch.
They can't find the Napoleon Fleur without this,
which means that they're still gonna come after it.
No, don't worry,
we're not gonna let anything happen to you.
So, look, the-the sooner that we open this book,
the sooner that we can catch whoever else is after it.
Do you think you can help us?
I'll try.
You have to put the letters
in the exact right order, but the problem is
it's more than likely...
BOTH: Le Chiffre Indechiffrable.
Exactly. Yeah.
Exactly what? What'd I miss?
Le Chiffre Indechiffrabl. I-It's French, right?
Yeah, for unbreakable code,
which was invented by the 19th-century cryptographer...
Blaise Vigenère, who was the father of modern cryptography.
But you need to-to know that one key word.
Right? To break it? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
And fast, too, especially considering
all the combinations that modern day computers can do.
What have you tried so far?
Usual suspects, you know, uh, Lafitte, both spellings,
Orleans,
Grand Isle.
Wait, but, uh, Lafitte would've left clues for his brother
to find the Fleur and he knew him better than anybody.
Lafitte broke Pierre out of the Cabildo
when he was imprisoned there.
Right. Okay, so Cabildo... Mm-hmm.
...could be one of the key words to crack open the book.
Fleur-de-Lis.
Duh. Right. Okay. All right. Right, right, right.
(book unlocks)
Oh.
Yeah, yeah. All right.
(gasps)
Uh, oh. Yeah.
Look at this.
It's opening right up.
GREGORIO: Opening to what?
A new page?
No, it looks like a-a different code.
(phone ringing)
Okay, all right, so what is this...
Pride, hey. I have good news and bad news.
PRIDE: Well, I got only bad news.
Tom's contacts got us enough information
on the suspects to get one of their cell phones.
What's the bad news? Traced the GPS,
he or they are sitting right down the street
from you right now.
Wait, what? We have Michelle here.
She just helped us open the puzzle book.
What do you want me to do?
Protect her. We're on our way!
(both speaking softly)
Sebastian. What's wrong?
I think we're about to be attacked.
(playing jazz music)
LASALLE: They're still sitting there, King.
Just waiting. Yeah, but waiting for what?
They've been out there ever since we got back.
Yeah, just let us walk in, too.
Thought they wanted Jean Lafitte's book?
Well, they do.
I think they want to see where it leads more.
The Napoleon Fleur.
PRIDE: Right. Maybe they're hoping
that we'll lead them to it.
Hoping we'll solved the puzzle for them.
Well, I think we should go out there and bust them.
That won't necessarily help us figure out who hired them,
who's behind this.
And if Elaine's father's right about whoever it is,
it's not somebody that we want to be taking lightly.
All right then.
What's the plan?
Plan is to let them think
that their plan is working.
Let them follow us,
hopefully all the way to the Fleur-de-Lis.
That when you think whoever's behind this
will show their face? Treasure like that,
hard to believe he wouldn't want to be there to see it.
Now all we got to do is find it.
This is crazy.
No, actually, this is fun.
I think it's this. Making any progress?
Just with sleep deprivation.
Actually, I think we might be narrowing down on the next clue.
We are?
Yeah, yeah, this is clearly, it's-it's some kind of a map,
but if we can just figure out what it's a map to...
We should be able to figure out which letters
to spin in which order,
which should open, then unlock this page.
It should lead us to the Fleur.
Your mouth to God's ears.
There's some kind of a-a riddle
engraved here.
We're assuming that it's a-a clue to the location.
(reading in foreign language)
"Move as the clock BLF six."
BLF six... Yeah, it's got to be
some kind of a-a code that Lafitte left for his brother
that only he could figure out, but, you know,
we've gone through everything that we know about Lafitte...
But we think that we know what B.L. stands for.
Barthelemy Lafon.
One of the city's original planners.
Someone who joined forces with Lafitte,
became a pirate
after he was rebuffed by the government, too.
You know your history, Agent Pride.
No, he knows pirates.
I remember learning about Lafon in school.
Didn't he design Saint Louis Cemetery Number 1?
Yeah, I think you're right. Pull up the cemetery map.
Yeah, yeah.
PRIDE: If I'm right,
and if the clue is a map of the cemetery, then...
"F"... six...
Could be...
Zoom in. Yeah.
Barthelemy Lafon's crypt.
And that's where Lafitte wanted his brother Pierre to start.
That's the map. That's where we start.
Yes. All right.
All right, Chris, Sonja, I want you backing up
Miss Faucheux. Gregorio, Sebastian,
don't let them or the suspects out of your sight
if they follow.
Hey, stay in constant contact, you understand?
Don't forget who we're dealing with.
Yeah. Roger that. Come on.
All right, uh, Patton's got that scanner,
you know, the one that can clone phones when you're close enough.
Take that with you. Right.
Try and tap into the suspects,
see who they're talking to, I like it.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna coordinate what you find,
so that I can try and use it to figure out
who's behind this. Go. Okay.
There it is, Barthelemy's crypt.
Okay, now what?
Now, we got to figure out how to find the first letter.
Hey, uh,
you might want to open that book.
Hmm? Right. Yes. Yeah.
You like her, don't you?
Pssh. Come on,
I'm not blind, but you are, baby.
What's that supposed to mean?
She's smart, attractive, adventurous.
Only problem is, she plays for the other team.
My team. No way.
Yes, way. I'm telling you, it's not me profiling,
that's me knowing.
All right, well, then, riddle me this, Joker. Yeah?
Why has she been flirting with me?
You're cute. She needs our help.
I think I found something.
Oh, did you find the letter?
See the engraved Fleur-de-Lis over the letter "L"?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I see it. All right, let's see. "L"...
"L"... (book clicks)
Something clicked.
What now?
"Move as the clock." I'm guessing that means
we go clockwise to the next crypt on the map,
but remember it's got to be 1820 or earlier.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, hey, hey. Look at the bright side,
I saved you a ton of money on dinner and movies.
Come on.
Come on!
LASALLE: No way to keep an eye on
Sebastian, Gregorio, and Michelle,
but as long as we got an eye on the suspects,
they should be okay.
Yeah, I'm just wondering why
they're not that interested in seeing them.
How're they supposed to know
when they've found the next clue?
We'll find out as soon as
I get this joker to work.
Look, I'm just wondering, uh...
You're not mad about anything, are you?
What? No. Why?
Well, I don't know, I guess, uh...
You know, we don't joke around
or talk like we used to.
But it's probably just me tripping.
Don't worry, it's got nothing
to do with you, it's just... me.
All right, you, uh... want to talk about it?
I don't.
What do you need? Thanks for coming.
I know you got a lot on your mind, but...
What do you need?
Your expertise.
There can't be a lot of treasure hunters out there
willing to kill for the Napoleon Fleur, right?
True. I'll get in touch with my contacts
and try to narrow down possible suspects.
I'm hoping that what my team finds will help us, too.
Great. Let's get to work.
MICHELLE: The Fleur-de-Lis is over the "M." Try the "M."
(book clicks) That's it.
What's that?
That's an acid capsule.
It's a good thing we opened this the right way
instead of with a butter knife.
Okay. Congratulations. You were right.
MICHELLE: It looks like the next clue is in French.
What're you doing?
Sending a picture to Pride. He speaks French.
So do I. Let me see.
Enter this last crypt
to find the Fleur-de-Lis.
That's it? It-it's here in the cemetery?
Wait. Where are they going?
Pride just texted, said Michelle told Sebastian
the Fleur is here.
Yeah, but the suspects just received a text
from somebody saying it's not.
Can you see who sent the text?
PRIDE: Are you sure?
Get in there. Hurry. Find them.
What's wrong? Everything.
Lasalle just intercepted a text to the suspects, from Michelle.
Wait, what? Yeah.
She tricked us.
She made it look like she'd been attacked,
when she's been behind it all along.
GREGORIO: Door's open?
SEBASTIAN: Okay, wait-- hold-hold on.
Yeah, here-here, stand back, stand back, just in case.
(door creaks)
There's nothing here. Think it's buried?
Uh, maybe. Hey, Michelle?
Hey!
We're locked in.
She locked us in.
Hey! Hey! Help!
GREGORIO: Help!
Sebastian? Gregorio?
All right, we're at Barthelemy's crypt, King.
Can't reach them on the cell, and no sign of them anywhere.
No sign of Michelle, either.
Well, if Michelle's got the map, she's long gone by now.
Probably headed to wherever the other suspects are.
Hey, you still got their cell GPS?
Yeah, and I'm gonna follow them now.
Just make sure you find Gregorio and Sebastian.
I wish we had the puzzle book.
At least we'd know where they went next.
Okay, go clockwise, check every crypt from Lafitte's time.
If they haven't left the cemetery,
they're there somewhere.
LASALLE: All right, we're on it, King.
Sebastian! Gregorio!
Your agents got a hell of a lot of information
from cloning their phones.
Including caller I.D., which made us realize
Michelle changed her last name, and that's why we missed her.
Damn it, still no signal.
Hey, why don't you use your light to help us
get out of here?
You know, we wouldn't even
be in this situation if you didn't let her play you.
Play me? (scoffs)
Please, she's not even my type.
Oh, now she's not your type. Right.
She's not.
We already tried ramming the door.
That was useless.
Walls are so thick, no one's gonna hear us.
Okay, so what are we gonna do?
We're not gonna panic. All right.
We'll use up whatever oxygen is left in here.
Okay.
Wait, i-is this thing airtight?
Well, nearly. People in here don't typically need
to breathe anymore.
Michelle Harrison.
Her brother was killed
diving for sunken treasure off the coast of Gibraltar.
Spain confiscated the gold, and said it was government property.
And if she was looking
for the Napoleon Fleur,
working at the Historian Society would've been the best place
to figure out how to find it.
Elaine trusted her.
I'm gonna get her.
I promise.
I'm going with you. Not this time.
There are at least three of them, if not more,
and they're killers.
You need backup.
I'm sorry, Tom.
I just can't do it.
Damn it!
Those bastards killed my daughter.
You have to let me help you.
Please.
SONJA: Sebastian? Gregorio?
Are you sure Sebastian's last text was from a crypt, King?
'Cause we haven't found them yet, and we're running out of options.
PRIDE: I'm sure because Michelle lied
about the translation.
It had nothing to do with crypts.
Keep looking. LASALLE: You got it.
I can't breathe.
There's got to be a way.
Are you out of your mind? Those bullets
will ricochet all over the place.
Bullets aren't for shooting.
Some candles over there.
Come here.
Help me find a match, all right?
Okay.
I found one.
All right, great. Listen.
We're gonna light a fire.
All right? And we're gonna hope
that whatever smoke there is,
it seeps through the cracks. All right.
Otherwise, we're gonna suffocate.
We're already suffocating.
You're not wrong.
TOM: According to the GPS,
they're stopping by Lake Borgne.
PRIDE: Makes sense, especially since
the last clue references
the "chief of liars," Chef Menteur.
Chef Menteur, the first French fort
built before the Louisiana Purchase.
Which was razed and rebuilt as Fort Macomb.
The Fleur-de-Lis is there.
Help! Help!
(panting)
Look, let's-let's start over.
LASALLE: Percy.
Look.
Help! (coughs)
(both coughing)
Oh, my God. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Thank you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Relax. Chris, go get them some water.
I got it. Oh, man, that was close.
Michelle, she... Yeah, we know, we know.
Pride's following the suspects. Her, too.
We got to go. He might need us.
And anyway, she played us, so that means we owe her.
Yeah, big-time. Let's go.
All right, listen to me.
NOPD's on the way.
I want you to fill them in when they get here.
Let them know that I'm by myself.
I'm going with you. No. You're not, Tom.
Listen, I appreciate all you've done,
and I know all too well what they've done to you,
but you're a civilian.
And that means, this time, you need to stay put.
You understand?
Hey.
Keys to the lockbox.
Just in case.
♪ ♪
Freeze, Michelle.
Turn around slow.
Easy.
Where's Hendricks, and Walton?
Actually, they've got Elaine's father.
Right behind you.
(Pride grunting)
You're not stalling, are you?
I'm digging as fast as I can.
You sure this is the right spot? Banking on it.
I went through a lot to get this map.
Including killing my daughter.
She didn't have to die.
All I wanted was the coordinates to the book.
Which she found, not you. I have been looking
for the Napoleon Fleur for years; it's mine.
Not gonna get screwed over like my brother was.
(clanks)
Step away.
Now. Go. Out, now.
Get out. Get out, now.
(exhales)
Get the gun!
SEBASTIAN: NCIS!
Freeze!
(shouts) (gasps)
Tom, don't.
No, please. Don't. You got a chance
to finish what your daughter started.
What you both started.
Find the Fleur,
make her sacrifice mean something.
I know you're hurting.
Tom, I know.
I know you want to get even for what they did.
MICHELLE: No, please.
But it's not gonna
bring Elaine back.
It's not gonna get you closer to her.
(shouts) No!
Okay.
Decide what you want to do with it yet?
Yeah. I think I'm gonna do what Elaine would've done with it.
Give it back to its rightful owner.
Donate it to the city.
I think she'd like that.
Yeah, me, too.
Although-- hear me out--
what if, before that, we each take it home for a day,
like they do with the Stanley Cup. I like that.
What is the Stanley Cup?
You know, Percy... (sighs)
you got to get out more. (Sonja scoffs)
Tell me about it.
We might want to get you an escort to the mayor's office.
Chris, Sebastian?
Yeah. We're on it, King.
Hey. Percy.
Yeah? Hey, you want to grab a bite afterwards, catch up?
Oh. Um, actually, Gregorio and I already made plans.
But... we could rain check.
Course.
Cool.
I'm starving, for what it's worth.
Let's do it. All right.
Thanks.
For everything.
(sniffs)
(line ringing)
Hello?
Hey, Laurel, it's Dad.
Hey, Daddy, what's up?
Nah, nothing, I just thought I'd call you,
see... see what you're doing.
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