Tower, this is Alpha Foxtrot Two Zero Four.
Completing perimeter. All clear.
ATC (over radio): Copy, Alpha Foxtrot, proceed to NAS 160.
Copy. On approach to NAS 160.
(beeping)
Tower, I have a bogey on radar.
Five miles out at seven zero.
Tower, can you identify?
We have a flight plan
for tail sign November 101 Delta Sierra.
Negative. This is not an aircraft.
It's nondirectional movement. I'll go check it out.
Any chance this is
one of those ladybug clouds over the Gulf?
No idea, Frost.
November 101, this is Navy.
Do you copy?
(radio static)
CIVILIAN PILOT: Navy. I am...
November 101, can you tell me what is happening?
(garbled shouting)
(coughing)
FROST: Mayday, Mayday.
I have an aircraft in distress.
Repeat, I have an aircraft in distress,
headed towards the water.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
(distant voices echoing)
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
Now!
(gunshot echoes thunderously)
No.
No!
(echoing): No!
(panting)
I'm really happy Pride's back, but you being demoted sucks.
Even he thinks it sucks.
Can I get you a box for that?
No. No.
Probably way out of line here. My feelings aren't important.
If you're okay, I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm pissed.
Good.
I'm glad we're on the same page.
(exhales)
I'm not mad at Pride. It's not his fault.
I'm mad at all these men sitting in their offices,
looking at our work through a different prism
than our male colleagues.
I hear you.
I wanted to tell them to take this job
and shove it so far up the dark recesses of their...
(clatters)
...big offices, and get the hell out of here, but...
...Naomi needs me to stay, so,
I will, and eventually, I'm just gonna stop thinking about it.
You can't just stay for Naomi, Hannah.
Yeah, I can.
If that's what she needs.
I mean, what's best for her
If that's what she needs.
I mean, what's best for her
can also be what's best for you.
You got to figure out how to make a life here.
(whispers): You can't just be focused on this job.
It's not good for you. You...
You don't have to do that.
I know. (chuckles)
(mouths)
LASALLE: Hey, y'all.
GREGORIO: Hey.
We got, uh, donuts.
Yeah, thanks. Look, I got a call from, uh, Belle Chasse.
A, uh, civilian aircraft
registered to Paradiso Technologies, uh, crashed
in the Gulf,
and the Navy is concerned that their pilot...
...Lieutenant Ella Meyer
got too close, and her wake
brought the plane down.
Uh, isn't that an NTSB issue?
Should be, except the lieutenant
says that she saw something that she can't explain.
SEBASTIAN: Hold on one second.
Is "can't explain" code for...
Nope.
'Cause there's been a lot of sightings recently.
No.
How do you even know what I'm gonna say?
You're gonna say "aliens."
Well, we should go, we should go talk to her.
We should.
And the Coast Guard recovered the plane.
It'll be on the dock any minute.
LASALLE: Well, if she saw something,
it should be on radar, right?
Yeah. Patton's already got the download.
So... um...
Tammy and I will go talk to the pilot?
And Sebastian and I will check out
the plane, uh, get the body to Wade?
I've got radar.
Okay. Okay, good.
I can't believe anyone thinks I brought that plane down.
I had nothing to do with it.
We don't think anything, Lieutenant.
We are just investigating.
You said you saw a "UFO"?
Yes. Just that, an unidentified flying object.
Something that I-I couldn't identify.
I bet got a lot of traction in the ready room, huh?
After all the hours that I've put in,
and all the crap I've had to put up with to get here,
the bunch of them just act like I reported E.T.
So, this object, what did it look like?
It was late, but the moon was out and...
I could see this-this contrast
on the white aircraft, it was like
some sort of a dark mass.
Smoke, maybe?
There was no smoke
that would indicate an engine fire,
and a-at the speed it was going,
you would have assumed that smoke would be trailing.
What was this mass doing?
Undulating.
Like a glob in a lava lamp?
Sort of.
Except, right before the plane went down,
it-it backed up,
like it was, like it was looking at the plane.
A-And then it moved in again.
Wait, so are you saying that this thing attacked the plane?
I'm saying that I saw something that,
that I can't quite make sense of.
Okay? And therefore, I can't identify it.
Something happen recently that may have detached your retina?
Excuse me?
A detached retina
can cause shadow.
A plane fell out of the sky.
And it may not have had anything to do with what you saw.
Coincidence isn't causation.
No, ma'am. No detached retina.
Okay.
Look, somebody died,
and I'm-I'm very sorry for that,
but my wake did not bring that plane down.
And the longer the Navy thinks
it might have, and my fellow pilots
continue to make fun of me
for a completely legitimate report,
the worse this is for my career.
We know.
I promise, Lieutenant Meyer,
we are as committed to solving this case
as any two investigators could be.
(sighs): Bruh.
I haven't figured out what this radar cloud is yet.
I just know it's not weather, ladybugs
or aliens.
And, frankly, I'm least sure about the last one.
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah.
Because, usually,
y'all want me to figure out everything by yesterday.
Well, it sounds like you're doing everything you can do.
You okay?
The counselor where my brother lives called.
Said Cade's missed the last two nightly check-ins.
You call him?
Didn't answer.
I'm guessing he... (sighs)
...went off his medication
and is cycling through a manic phase.
I can ping his phone.
Could you?
I'm tail up, stinger out.
I need to find him before he does something really stupid,
as opposed to garden-variety stupid
like going off his medication.
Looks like your brother's phone
is off the grid.
Could just be a dead battery.
Yeah, let's hope.
(engine whirring)
PRIDE: Pretty clear NTSB is gonna try and pin this
on our Navy pilot.
SEBASTIAN: Well, given the fact
that the plane and the body just arrived at the docks,
that seems like a less than rigorous investigation.
Oh, he said he "glanced at the plane" en route.
Oh. All right. Well, as long as he gave it his all.
They'll wait for the autopsy,
see if he was incapacitated in-flight.
But he's logged 1,500 hours,
and family says he's made this trip
back-and-forth to Mexico all the time.
Well, at the altitude he was flying,
shouldn't an experienced pilot be able to overcome turbulence,
even in the wake of a fighter jet?
Yeah, I'd hope so.
That Navy pilot shot herself in the foot
when she wrote "UFO" on her report.
Pride?
Yeah?
Just found this in the engine.
Found what?
What the hell is that?
Some kind of metal I've never seen before.
It's almost invisible.
It's like something a-a spaceship would use
so we couldn't detect it.
I'm not saying aliens.
I'm also not not saying aliens.
You look like the dog ate your birthday cake.
Ugh, It's this piece of metal I found in the plane engine.
It's, uh, an advanced form of tungsten carbide.
It's designed to be invisible.
It's expensive, it's amazing, but, uh...
But it's not gonna get you on the cover of Nerd's Today.
No.
How'd it get in the engine?
I don't know.
GREGORIO: Our Navy pilot
is certain she saw some sort of attack.
LASALLE: Well, let's assume
we can figure out the what. Why?
Our pilot, Andrew Pruitt,
founder and genius of Paradiso Technologies.
The company has developed and sold a bunch of technologies.
But when Pruitt's wife died ten years ago, he started focusing
on computational software for drug testing.
SEBASTIAN: Hmm.
on computational software for drug testing.
SEBASTIAN: Hmm.
He gave it away to any drug company he thought needed it.
LASALLE: Well, that's two months ago.
She's not the late Mrs. Pruitt?
Wife number two.
She was CFO of the company when they met.
Now she's CEO. Hannah and I are gonna go and talk to her
and the rest of the family at Paradiso offices.
Hi, Pride.
Hey.
Bye, Pride.
SEBASTIAN: Uh, I guess I'll try to figure out
where this thing came from.
I'll go with you.
Patton can assist.
Oh, is this one of those moments where, uh,
you want me to go, but...
Okay, I'm gonna go.
You should go look for Cade.
Patton told you.
He knew you wouldn't.
Well, Cade's been off his meds before.
But in the last few years, he's been fine, right?
Yeah.
And I was hoping this sort of thing
was behind us.
And I'm gonna keep hoping that that's the case.
But the trouble with being bipolar is that
if folks do okay long enough,
they may start to think they're actually okay.
You should go to Alabama.
He might need you.
We've got a case.
I can order you to go.
Thanks, King. I'll be back soon.
(door opens)
Ah. Having no examination whatsoever, I would say
that the trauma on his body is consistent with
a high-impact crash.
PRIDE: You think that's too much bruising for him
to have died in the air?
I do.
to have died in the air?
I do.
Which means he was alive at the moment of impact.
And it doesn't rule out any sort of
cardiac event.
But we won't know until I open him up.
What else is on your mind, Dwayne?
Am I that transparent?
We've been friends a long time.
You still having those unsettling dreams?
(sighs) Yeah.
Though I guess "nightmares" is a better word.
A man in a red suit
keeps... showing up.
Never where he's supposed to be.
I try to get to him, but I can't.
And then last night, he... he led me to someone
I hadn't thought about in years.
Who?
A little girl who died
in a hostage situation
when I was a young sheriff.
How long has it been since you had a restful night's sleep?
Not long. Couple of weeks.
Dwayne...
I'm not exhausted yet.
I-- It's just...
Worrisome.
(sighs)
Dwayne...
you were injected with a copious amount
of LSD when you were abducted.
A small amount could create cognitive disruptions.
That amount... (exhales)
Grab that red book over there, and look up
serotonergic hallucinogens,
and let's see what it says.
Thanks, Loretta.
Well, if I can't help a friend
with a massive LSD overdose,
who can I help?
I wonder if there's a nice engineer here at Paradiso
we could set you up with?
When did we start talking about dating?
You said you want to forget about getting screwed over?
Then you got to try to have fun.
I'm not saying you got to get married.
Well, that is good, because I am not divorced yet
from my first husband.
Since you brought that up...
Oh, it's gonna happen.
We just haven't done the paperwork.
Let me ask you a question. If you were interviewing someone
and they said that, how would you feel? Really?
SHERI: Thank you for waiting.
Hi. Hello.
I'm Sheri Pruitt.
This is my son Scott.
Hi.
I'm Special Agent Khoury.
This is Special Agent Gregorio.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Thank you. I-I didn't think that was gonna take so long.
Uh, everyone just had a lot of questions
about how Paradiso was going to move forward.
SCOTT: Uh, if you wouldn't mind just, uh,
signing this before we begin.
What is that?
SCOTT: It's an NDA.
We're federal agents. We don't sign that.
You'll, uh, have to forgive us.
Uh, we are in uncharted
territory here.
We understand.
We're investigating Mr. Pruitt's death;
we're not looking for venture capital.
So... you don't think the Navy pilot caused the crash?
We don't know what to think yet.
Is there anything you think we should know?
Me? No.
Was Mr. Pruitt threatened?
Involved in any
nasty litigation?
No.
nasty litigation?
No.
My stepfather did extensive background checks
on people before he went into business with them.
He... said life was too short to work with jerks.
What can we do
to help you?
Let's start
with documents: contracts, project lists,
competitors, employees' records,
especially anyone who's left on bad terms.
I'll get Andrew's assistant to get you everything you need.
Thank you.
Okay.
COUNSELOR: Cade's a good resident.
Kind to the other guys, super helpful around the house.
And when he left, did he say where he was going?
No.
And when he left, did he say where he was going?
No.
LASALLE: He have any trouble with anyone recently?
No. Though, if I'm completely honest with you,
he had seemed a little anxious over the past few days.
What kind?
Manic, or...
he piss off the wrong guy?
Not sure.
he piss off the wrong guy?
Not sure.
Tried talking to him, but...
he wasn't interested.
You think he was off his meds?
Sure hope not.
Wouldn't be the first time.
And he's awfully good at hiding things.
I know. But...
your brother's been doing great here.
Which is why I got worried and gave you a call.
And you said the last time you saw him
was night before last?
Yeah,
he got in his car right before dinner and never came back.
He's got a car?
Yeah.
He's got a car?
Yeah.
He bought it, uh, two months ago.
What kind?
PRIDE: "And finally, longer periods
"of REM sleep as a result of ingestion
create increased levels of cognitive disruption"--
just like you said--
"not dissimilar to
other types of psychedelic experiences."
Well... that explains that.
Well, in short, you sleep deeper, but in this case,
it's no good.
I have a friend, she's a neurologist at Tulane,
and she's done a lot of work in pharmacological psychedelics.
I could give her a call when I'm finished.
Everything okay?
I'm seeing something.
Could be a crown, but...
it's awfully reflective.
I'll need a tweezer.
What the hell is this?
Engineered tungsten carbide.
What's it doing in his mouth?
I have no idea, but we found some
in Pruitt's airplane engine.
Not enough to cause an accident,
but still, something that shouldn't have been there.
I'm guessing this doesn't belong in here, either.
(gasps)
Bet that's part of a drone.
Why would Mr. Pruitt have a drone in his throat?
FROST: That looks exactly like what I saw.
But those are birds, aren't they?
Yeah, starlings.
There's no bird that can fly as fast as an airplane.
Well, the white-throated needletail
can go 105 miles an hour.
That's faster than most prop planes
at takeoff, but...
We're not suggesting the birds attacked the plane.
No, this is called murmuration.
I wanted you to see it just so you could confirm
that it resembled what you saw.
We think this is part of what brought down the plane.
Looks like it's from a small drone.
Yeah, it is. And there were a bunch of them, too.
All moving independently, but acting as one.
That's how you saw them back up and then attack again.
So I had nothing to do with the pilot dying?
Nope. He died due to the impact of hitting the water.
But we believe he lost control of the plane
from being attacked by this swarm.
Yeah, the technical term for this type of movement
is called scale-free correlation.
It's like the critical systems involved in crystal formation
or ferromagnetism. The only problem is,
as far as we know, the technology doesn't exist
for drones to do it.
Well, clearly it does.
Yeah.
Well, clearly it does.
Yeah.
And if they can bring a prop plane down with them,
we have to catch them before they move on to a bigger target.
Just because that car's on my lot
doesn't mean I did anything wrong.
I bought it fair and square, and I don't have to help you.
I notice some of these cars don't have buyers' guides.
I assume they're filed away in your office?
Local law enforcement might want to check them when they stop by.
You're threatening me.
Nope.
Just helping the locals vigorously enforce the law.
Open it.
(car alarm chirps)
If you find anything in there, it's mine. I bought it.
Did he say why he needed the money?
Nope.
Did he say where he was going?
No.
Did he say where he was going?
No.
Did he leave with anyone?
I don't know.
I'm sure I can find some consumer credit violations,
if I put my mind to it.
I believe he left on foot.
Headed around the corner.
No idea where.
I had it detailed, Agent Lasalle.
If there was anything good in there, they probably stole it.
SEBASTIAN: Well, you saw the movie.
GREGORIO: Yes, dear.
Movie night. All five of them.
And I will never get those 14 hours back.
What does this have to do with our drones?
Well, the "Terminator Conundrum" means you don't develop
a thinking weapon that can turn on you.
HANNAH: Mm, a world ruled by bots.
Not exactly why the U.S. draws the line
at fully autonomous weaponry.
Well, the line only exists as long as nobody crosses it.
PRIDE: Lieutenant Meyer's commander
won't clear her to fly yet.
She didn't down that plane.
Well, we have a theory, not proof.
When we find these drones,
we'll make sure she gets her wings back.
My contacts aren't aware of any military
weapons program working on scale-free correlation software.
Well, DARPA isn't working on it, either.
They got a call from Pruitt.
Last week. Asked for a meeting, wouldn't say why.
Well, then, it's not unreasonable to think
that someone killed him to stop the meeting.
HANNAH: But that still doesn't explain
why they would need a secret
and highly valuable technology to do so.
Proof of concept?
PRIDE: Maybe.
Anyone at Paradiso a likely suspect?
Not yet. But it's a successful, well-run company.
Employees only leave when the technologies they develop
is something Paradiso doesn't want a part of.
But Pruitt will let them keep the technology in exchange
for a piece of the new business.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah. So far, most of those folks have gone on,
gotten venture money, become billionaires,
quarter billionaires, or just lots of dollar-aires.
Are the drones Paradiso technology?
If so, Pruitt could've realized the danger,
and just didn't want to pursue it.
HANNAH: So some wannabe billionaire
heard about his meeting with DARPA and got angry
that Pruitt was giving away his genius?
Maybe.
GREGORIO: We haven't found anything
Maybe.
GREGORIO: We haven't found anything
like that yet.
I do have an idea on how to track the swarm,
but it's gonna take a bit to pull it together.
All right, well, Gregorio, help him. We don't have time.
All right.
If this technology
ends up in the wrong hands,
we end up...
SEBASTIAN: Underground,
trying to stop a Terminator from killing a young woman.
No more movie night for you.
That's a good idea.
HANNAH: I'll call NSA,
That's a good idea.
HANNAH: I'll call NSA,
see if any foreign nationals are talking about this kind of tech.
Yeah. Uh-huh. Hold on.
About the desk...
Oh...
(scoffs) Look, Pride, we don't have to talk about it anymore.
We're gonna make this work.
It's not about the desks. (laughs)
I'm gonna call NSA.
LASALLE: All I found was a receipt
to a burger joint across town.
Not much to go on.
PRIDE: Follow the string.
Can't know what the truth is until you get there.
What I don't get is why
he sold his car.
I mean, he was doing pretty good here, recently.
You only sell your car if you need money fast.
Well, whatever the reason, he's missing
and you need to find him.
I know. I know.
It's just...
It's hitting me harder than I expected, King.
Found a photo in his room.
Two of us were fishing when we were kids.
Happy as could be.
And then... I just didn't think it would end up like this.
Let me know if you need anything, okay?
Will do, King.
My NSA contacts haven't heard
about any foreign governments
possessing scale-free correlation software, but...
they have been hearing the word "swarm" on calls
between two black market arms dealers.
Any chance they're just lovers of bees?
Not unless bees have gotten really expensive.
They have been mentioning
a price tag.
Looks like the software is for sale.
Just got to hope that Sebastian and Gregorio
can figure out how to find it.
SEBASTIAN: Because the swarm suddenly appeared
on the Hornet's radar, it's clear that it wasn't moving
as one mass to the attack location.
And whoever sent it was smart enough to send it separately
and then have it clump together at the last minute.
Right. So, we calculated that...
He calculated.
Okay, I calculated, that the, uh, battery life
on one of these drones is worth about five miles of flight,
so if we could enhance the available radar in that zone,
we should be able to pick up the trail of the drones
and track them back to the launch site.
This is the Hornet's radar, enhanced.
Which leads us to the local weather Doppler, enhanced.
Which leads us to...
...local ATCs.
SEBASTIAN: And these threads,
they're all drones that were sent out
in a more westerly direction, but they all originated
from the same site, right here.
Algiers.
Now, radar's not precise enough
to give us a specific location,
but we can narrow it down to four or five blocks.
Have Patton start searching for the buyers.
I'll call NOPD, have them help us search our target area.
All right.
It's effectively a demotion
for both of them, but he got to choose.
And even though Hannah and I aren't super tight,
I feel like I owe her a little... little sister power
while she's going through this.
You know what I'm saying?
Hello?
You gonna say anything or what?
What-- I like Pride, I like Hannah. I think they're both
great at their jobs, I feel lucky to work with them.
That's the limpest thing you've ever uttered.
Look, I know that you have very strong feelings about this...
Yeah. Yeah.
...and I just, I don't want you to get mad at me.
Yeah. Yeah.
...and I just, I don't want you to get mad at me.
Get mad at you? For what?
Because you decide to have a controversial
and perhaps boneheaded opinion?
What? No.
Okay, see, right there?
What? No.
Okay, see, right there?
That's you, that's you getting mad.
Me? I'm not mad. I'm not mad.
You're getting mad right now.
I'm not mad at all.
The more we're talking about it, the more-- shh.
I'm not mad at all.
The more we're talking about it, the more-- shh.
SEBASTIAN: That electrical panel,
it's awfully fancy for that warehouse.
Seems like more power than you'd need for just lights
and a conveyor belt.
All right.
Check this...
(whirring)
Tammy?
(whispers): Don't move.
What?
Run!
(bullet ricochets)
(drones buzzing)
(gunfire)
All right. The machines win.
I don't care what happens in the movies.
Well,
they got to be motion-activated.
(panting): Right.
Which means
that whoever controls them
has to have some way to turn them off
so they don't get shot when they enter the workshop.
Okay. Well, you have any idea how that might work?
Of course not.
Sh...
Damn it, I have no signal.
Well, that might be for the best.
If anyone found out what's happening here,
we'd never live it down.
All right, well, come up with something clever
and get us out of here. We'll be fine.
Oh, okay, yeah.
Yeah. Come on. Get to thinking.
Yeah. All right. Oh-- sure.
I got it. All right. So, yeah.
They're motion-sensitive, right?
Yeah.
They're motion-sensitive, right?
Yeah.
So-so we just got to, we got to give them some motion.
Uh, it's probably a template algorithm
so they can differentiate a face from a shadow.
Yeah.
And based on their size,
they can probably only carry a single load.
They must have to be within three or four feet
to shoot with any accuracy.
And I counted ten drones, six shots.
Five. Yeah.
Five shots. So...
Five. Yeah.
Five shots. So...
Just take a picture of your face with your phone,
and then just slide it in there.
Cheat it to the right, to the open area,
and then, the drones with the live charges,
hopefully they react.
No. Not my phone.
Come on, you know I just got this phone.
I got all my vacation pictures on here.
I still haven't downloaded them.
This is why I told you about cloud storage.
I don't care. I'm busy.
Just trying to make your life simpler.
Think I should do one that's a little more...
I think it's fine.
Think I should do one that's a little more...
I think it's fine.
No, that's not...
Sebastian.
Okay, all right.
(sighs)
Just...
(buzzing, three gunshots)
These things are clever, man.
Yeah.
All right. Your phone. Go.
What are you talking about?
What do we do
if only one of them shoots, or-or none?
Then we wait for the batteries to run out. Your phone, go.
No. Then we wait.
Or, uh...
What are you doing?
Just wait a second.
What...?
I'm not really seeing the...
Shut up!
I'm not really seeing the...
Shut up!
...plan here.
(rag ignites)
GREGORIO: Okay.
(exhales): All right.
You need me to help?
Yeah.
Grab that thing over there.
Come on.
Okay, all right.
What are you doing? Cover me more.
What...?
God.
(groans)
God.
(groans)
(footsteps squishing)
(sighs) That went well.
I haven't seen him much.
Mostly when he's coming back with food
from that burger joint.
I'll open it.
I'm his brother, ma'am.
Not looking for trouble.
Then why not knock?
Well, he may not recognize me right away.
And even if he does, he may not see me as a friend.
It's better if I set the terms of introduction.
And you should get gone.
Cade?
(rattle)
Where's Cade Lasalle?
I don't know.
Where is he?
I don't know!
Wait. You're Christopher.
Y-You're his brother?
Yes, I am.
I'm Kelly.
This is my son, Will.
Cade's my boyfriend.
Oh.
Okay.
Well, the counselors at the halfway house
were worried about him.
I was just checking to see if he's okay.
We don't know if he's okay.
KELLY: He brought us here a couple of days ago.
Said he had to go take care of something and he left.
(sniffles)
(crying): We haven't heard from him since.
PRIDE: Yeah. Will do.
What do you got?
Found this in the workshop.
Okay, Event Horizon.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, it's the, uh, boundary defining
where an event can't affect anyone beyond it.
Uh, so, it's a boat.
Yeah, a super nerd boat.
(beeps)
(drone clicking)
Stop it.
I'm just trying to figure out how these things work.
Stop it.
I'm just trying to figure out how these things work.
The boat is registered to Scott Sanders, Andrew's stepson.
And the photo was found in the workshop,
along with the materials needed to prototype the drones.
Yeah, "Event Horizon" was a name
on the Paradiso Technologies' abandoned projects list.
It's one of the only ones that wasn't pursued internally
or spun off into its own company.
We just assumed it wasn't viable.
But maybe Andrew Pruitt didn't want a part of it,
so he shut Scott down.
Well, seems like a thin motive for killing your stepfather.
Andrew is seen as the genius behind everything Paradiso does.
And with Scott having a PhD to Caltech,
he was hired as a marketing manager
for a company who doesn't do marketing.
According to his mom, things have been frosty
between Scott and Andrew for the past couple of weeks.
PRIDE: So the kid's thinking his drone technology's
a ticket to a big payday, but when his stepdad decides
to give it to DARPA, he's had enough.
SEBASTIAN: Add to that that we can't find him.
He's not at home, he's not at Paradiso,
his phone's not pinging.
Well, let's get to it.
We need to track him down
before he connects with a buyer for that technology.
All right.
GREGORIO: Yo.
I'm gonna cut your nose hairs with that drone
if you don't stop.
Anything yet?
I was just about to call you.
One of those arms dealers is in Bosnia,
having dinner at a Chinese restaurant.
The other one is flying like a crow towards New Orleans.
What airport is he landing at?
Based on his flight path...
Jefferson, 25 minutes.
Good work.
(turbine whirring)
(phone camera shutter clicks)
I got a positive ID.
That's Yuri Gjonka.
That's some fine black market velour.
PRIDE: Anyone have eyes
on Sanders or his drones?
Yeah, he's in the prop plane in the hangar.
Sit tight. We need to make sure he's got his drones with him.
(beeps, clicks)
SEBASTIAN: Note to bad guy:
don't leave the controller
for your Terminator on your workbench.
(beeps, clicks)
(speaking indistinctly)
Sebastian?
I got it.
(clicking, whirring)
NCIS!
Drop your weapon!
HANNAH: Hands in the air, now!
Sebastian!
Yeah.
Drop it.
(exhales) You should get a holster for that thing.
(exhales sharply)
Get in.
(engines approaching)
Hey.
(engines approaching)
Hey.
Anybody know who that is?
Nope.
Anybody know who that is?
Nope.
PRIDE (quietly): Hannah?
Special Agent Khoury.
What's going on, Winchester?
We're helping you out. Taking over this investigation.
What investigation? We've wrapped this up already.
You need to see a warrant?
No. Do what you do.
♪ ♪
That it?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Who's that guy?
A super secret ass.
Well...
good news is...
no paperwork.
(chuckles)
(whispers): Yes.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
Roy helped me, uh, move it all.
I know this is gonna take some adjusting.
(clears throat) And you can feel about it
any way you want.
But I'm just saying you're too good an agent
to be sitting in a tiny desk in the corner.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Mm.
(chuckles)
(clears throat)
We don't have to talk about it.
But I couldn't...
let it be.
(chuckles softly)
This works.
Okay.
Good.
♪ ♪
Oh, we were just doing our job.
I'm glad it worked out. All right.
Lieutenant Meyer returned to flight status
and even received commendation for her work on patrol.
Great.
Yep.
Let's get a drink.
Tammy?
Yeah.
I'm not a lesbian.
I know.
Then why are we at a lesbian bar?
I know.
Then why are we at a lesbian bar?
Because you need to get into the New Orleans spirit already!
Oh.
You know? Like, and this is the perfect place
Oh.
You know? Like, and this is the perfect place
for opening up without investing in the outcome.
I don't feel like that...
Just do me a favor. Relax.
Let me get us a drink.
If someone talks to you, just act normal.
Okay.
Great.
Okay.
(chuckles)
Crazy.
Hey, Tammy.
Yeah.
Hey, Tammy.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Anytime.
♪ And hope that I'll still be right there... ♪
GREGORIO (faintly): Excuse me.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Definitely think you'd like this... ♪
Hi.
Oh.
I'm not a lesbian.
(laughs) Good for you.
(laughs)
So, "not a lesbian," what brings you here tonight?
♪ Don't let me fall down. ♪
WADE: My friend
at Tulane basically confirmed
what I thought.
A massive dose of LSD
could alter some neural networks,
loosen up, uh, memories that were lost.
Which would explain the little girl
but, uh, not the guy in the red suit.
Well, might be that the craziness was stirred
by the drugs.
Is it permanent?
It shouldn't be.
There are things you can do to help
as well as getting a better night's sleep.
(chuckles) Yeah.
I'll send you her contact information.
Thank you.
(knock at door)
Thank you.
(knock at door)
♪ People and I head down tonight... ♪
Huh. Hey.
King.
♪ People and I... ♪
I'm sorry to interrupt.
No.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
No.
It's never an interruption, Chris.
Did you find your brother?
No.
But I did find the woman he's been seeing
for six months and her teenage son.
Cade put them into hiding and then left.
Look, I made some amberjack. Loretta and I
were just about to eat. There's more than enough for you.
Come sit down.
♪ Lord, that freight train ♪
♪ Keep on going... ♪
I should get back.
Wh-Where?
I should get back.
Wh-Where?
To Alabama?
No, my house.
I brought the two of them there to keep them safe
since...
I don't have a clue
what Cade got himself into.
Come on in.
Just for a while.
Come on in, Chris. We're family.
Come on. We'll talk it through.
♪ Lord, my baby, she's standing way back ♪
♪ Tell them for me goodbye... ♪
Hey. Just in case you change your mind.
Thank you.
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