"(jet engine roars overhead)" "(groans)" "(gasps)" "Hey, what the hell?" "You could've killed me!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Campbell!" "You want to explain to me why you didn't secure that equipment?" "Make it stop." "Please." "Make it stop." "All-all right." "All right." "Calm down, sailor." "What's wrong?" "Get it out." "Hey." "Get it out of my head!" "RICE:" "Hey, somebody get him some water." "Water, please." "(groaning)" "Hey." "It's okay." "No." "No." "Hey, you're gonna be all right." "You're gonna be" " Hey!" "(yelling)" "♪ NCIS:" "New Orleans 3x19 ♪ QuidProQuo Original Air Date on March 28, 2017" "♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪" "♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪" "♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪" "♪ How, how, how, how ♪" "♪ Hey, hey ♪" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪ You gotta come on. ♪" "(ship horn blows in distance)" "SEBASTIAN:" "I'm telling you, Pride, if I'm right about this, then I'm wrong." "Well, not that-that I was wrong, per Se, but just that the initial calculations were incorrect." "But since those came from the FBI and not me..." "Rambling." "Right, sorry." "It's an ongoing challenge." "We've come out here many times in the last several weeks, and have yet to find anything to help us figure out who killed Javier Garcia." "Okay, right." "Well, that-that brings us back to the calculations." "So, we've been operating under the belief that the upward thrust of the car bomb's detonator sent the shrapnel out in a concentric arc, right?" "Yeah?" "But what if the FI never accounted for a-a lateral dispersion?" "Well, then the blast zone would've been more asymmetrical?" "Exactly." "Which would've sent the shrapnel out in a whole different trajectory." "Now, if my calculations are right, we might be able to find something... (beeping) ...right around... (rapid beeping) ...there." "Or not." "(sighs)" "How about..." "something like this?" "Oh, yeah." "Melted metal, outward protuberance, yeah, yeah." "This-this could be from the detonator." "Pride, this might be the smoking gun we've been looking for." "Pretty charred though;" "been out here a long time." "Still think you can get trace evidence?" "Oh, yeah, believe me, if I can find anything to link Mayor Hamilton to Garcia's murder, I will." "I know how much this means to you." "(phone beeping) Thanks." "(sighs)" "Well, we're gonna have to backburner it for now." "We got to work." "Dead petty officer in Belle Chasse." "Let's go." "(jet engine roaring)" "PRIDE:" "What do we know, Christopher?" "Petty Officer Robert Campbell, a member of a construction detachment out of Gulfport, took a dive from five stories up for reasons unknown." "As in, he killed himself?" "That's what we're here to find out." "That was Campbell's officer in charge." "He said before Campbell jumped, he talked about a pain in his head, that he couldn't take it." "Okay." "Any history of drug abuse, psychological issues?" "Well, psych eval's normal, drug tests clean." "Nothing I can see here that would raise any red flags." "I questioned nearly every man in his unit;" "they all said Campbell was full of life, the last guy they'd expect that from." "PRIDE:" "A man doesn't just jump for no reason." "Something drove him over the edge." "Need to know what." "Loretta." "Well, judging from the massive head trauma and the hemorrhaging from the ears, nose and mouth... (camera clicking) ...there's no doubt Campbell died from the impact of the fall." "He complained of head pain just before he jumped." "Any indication of what caused it?" "I'd have to get him into autopsy, but there was one thing peculiar." "His eyes are jaundiced." "That didn't happen from the fall." "But some pre-existing condition could've made that happen." "Yeah, gallstones, bile obstructions." "Something tells me constipation isn't what pushed him over the ledge." "LOPEZ:" "Agent Pride?" "Lieutenant Commander Lopez." "I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you." "I had to update the base C.O." "Commander." "P.O. Campbell's one of yours?" "I've been overseeing the Seabees' work here, 40 of the finest men in uniform." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Any idea why Campbell might've done this?" "No, none." "He's been on time and on task, and working his tail off with the rest of my men to complete the install." "What is it that you're installing here?" "High-speed fiber optic cable." "Wiring the entire building." "Travel these men down from Gulfport just to lay some cable?" "The base's newest I.T. building." "Getting it online is paramount for a variety of reasons." "Do you mind if I go check up on the rest of my men?" "They're pretty shaken." "Course." "Something wrong?" "No, just... seems strange to bring down a detachment unit just to install fiber optic cable." "Well, it is a pretty specialized install." "LASALLE:" "Hey, check this out." "I just did a quick rundown on Campbell's unit." "Looks like he wasn't the only one not feeling well." "All right, Petty Officer Bryan Howard apparently checked himself into the base clinic last night, and he is now sick in quarters." "You'd think the commander would've mentioned that." "Sebastian, go with Wade back to the morgue, when she's ready." "Let me know as soon as you find out what Campbell might've been suffering from." "Meanwhile, we'll go pay Petty Officer Howard a visit." "I woke up in the middle of the night, felt this pressure, like my head was gonna burst." "Thoughts weren't making any sense." "It was scary as hell, man." "So you checked yourself into the clinic?" "Doc said I had dehydration sickness." "Gave me some fluids, sedatives, sent me on my way." "Well, you were up on that scaffolding with Campbell all week, exposed to the sun, working your butt off, right?" "That's right." "So, dehydration, heat stroke-- maybe that's what this is." "(coughing)" "If that's all this is, he should be getting better, not worse." "You mind?" "His eyes are jaundiced, just like Campbell's." "HOWARD:" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you saying whatever I've got's what made Robert jump?" "No, we're not saying anything, sailor." "We're just trying to figure out what happened." "So, you woke up in the middle of the night, sick." "Any idea what caused it?" "I don't know." "GREGORIO:" "When did Campbell start showing symptoms?" "Around the same time?" "Yeah, about." "But he just went back to bed." "Look, Campbell was a beast, okay?" "He probably could've taken a bullet and gone back to work." "Anybody else get sick?" "I mean, something's going around." "You share any food or drink?" "No." "Although..." "Although what?" "We had a king cake delivered to us." "We all had some." "Delivered by who?" "The note just said, "Welcome to Belle Chasse."" "We didn't eat all of it." "I think Robert stashed the rest in his foot locker." "Angelo Brocato's cakes." "Whoa." "King, take a look at this." "Blood in the eyes, foam in the mouth." "No way that's just from food poisoning, right?" "No way." "Any idea what kind of poison we might be dealing with here?" "I've tested all the usual suspects-- cyanide, arsenic, strychnine-- they all came back negative." "SEBASTIAN:" "Yeah, and I checked for ricin, sarin and poison arrow frog." "No match." "Still, some type of poison mutated Petty Officer Campbell's cells, caused severe brain swelling." "That explains what drove him off the ledge." "You know, tetrodotoxin could've caused cell mutation, but it... it's faster acting than what killed Campbell." "Have you checked for polonium?" "Hey." "Why aren't the two of you working side by side?" "Sebastian's a bit of a hypochondriac." "Or, you know, some people might just say extra careful." "You know." "I-I have a thing about poisons." "It's like how some people are afraid of snakes or spiders or.." "circus clowns, you know." "Four more Seabees from Campbell's unit were just admitted into a clinic, and Petty Officer Howard is getting sicker." "The base C.O. is isolating them until they know what's causing it." "WADE:" "It's odd that it's affecting people at vastly different rates." "Poisons don't usually work that way." "Then we need to find out what does before we lose anyone else." "Sebastian, work with Loretta, side by side, and learn things." "Okay, but the..." "Need to know who ordered that cake, Patton." "And I wish I can tell you, but I can't get anybody from the bakery on the phone." "This time of day, that's strange." "Yeah, but I did check with the base, and according to their gate log, Angelo Brocato did, in fact, deliver a cake at 21:00 hours." "Addressed to who?" "No name in particular, just Barracks 53." "Campbell's unit." "Sounds like they were targeted." "Why?" "Bunch of Seabees installing cables." "Yeah, maybe not." "Christopher, Gregorio, go to Angelo Brocato's." "I want to know who sent that cake." "Patton, search surveillance cameras around the bakery," "I.D. everyone who came in and out of there yesterday." "Copy that." "Who you calling?" "Belle Chasse." "Commander Lopez, please." "I want to know what those Seabees were really doing." "Tell her it's Agent Pride, NCIS." "(vehicle door closes)" "Excuse me." "Federal agents." "You work here?" "Um, yeah." "Why?" "Is there something wrong?" "The bakery usually closed at this hour?" "No." "Should've been open hours ago." "I mean, I just got here for my afternoon shift." "I don't know why my boss didn't call me." "Honestly, I'm a little worried." "(door creaks)" "(door creaks)" "Door's open." "Oh, no." "Jaundiced eyes and foaming at the mouth." "Same symptoms as the Seabees." "From sampling the same cake?" "I don't think so." "He's got defensive wounds on his arms and hands." "Looks like he put up a fight." "And lost." "What in the world is going on here?" "(sighs)" "Richard Logan's been working at Angelo Brocato's for as long as I can remember." "Yeah, best pastry chef they've got, too." "Folks order his king cakes by name." "Only way he would've poisoned the Seabees' cake..." "Is if he was forced into doing it." "Doc says the killer knocked out Logan and must have injected him with the same poison that killed our Seabee." "She got time of death?" "Yes." "Between 9:00 and 10:00 last night, which, according to Patton, is the same time the cake was delivered to the base." "So killer waits for customers to leave, forces the baker to poison the cake, and then waits... until it's delivered to kill him?" "Why?" "Killer probably didn't want" "Logan to I.D. him-- tried to cover his tracks." "Yeah, but by leaving Logan's body for us to find, it does anything but." "Sloppy." "It doesn't make sense." "Yeah." "Still, you think our Seabees were targeted?" "No reason not to." "Especially since I can't get in contact with Commander Lopez." "Even checked with her C.O." "at Gulfport." "Think she went U.A.?" "The base C.O. at Belle Chasse checked the exit logs;" "says that she left right after we did this morning." "So, wait, are we thinking she's a suspect now?" "Well, only way to know is to find her." "PATTON:" "Ah." "One step ahead of y'all." "Check it out." "I was combing through surveillance footage around the bakery." "Not a suspicious customer in sight, until..." "I decided to expand my search window." "Voila." "Commander Lopez." "Lopez?" "What is she doing there?" "When was this taken?" "About a hour and a half ago." "That's right before Tammy and I got there." "Think we chased her away?" "Well, still, what was she doing there in the first place?" "Especially considering the baker had been dead for hours." "Yeah, too many things don't add up, and no one's talking to us." "I'll call Director Vance." "See if he can cut through this bureaucracy." "Guys, we got big problems." "WADE:" "Yeah, I'm afraid it's not good, Dwayne." "No, it's worse than not good." "It turns out that the cake wasn't spiked with a poison, it was injected with a virus." "When I couldn't identify the poison, I rechecked the molecular structure of the affected cells..." "And discovered that it was actually infested with microscopic, single-strand RNAs." "Which means virus?" "SEBASTIAN:" "Yeah, but not just any virus." "A supervirus-- we're talking" "Congolese hemorrhagic fever, dengue, Ebola all rolled into one." "Is it contagious?" "Very." "But fortunately not airborne." "SEBASTIAN:" "Right." "The only way to contract it is either through ingestion, like with the king cake, or by touch, so any skin-to-skin contact with the infected can risk exposure." "Means anyone who's been around our Seabees or the cake could get it." "The whole base could be in danger." "So could we." "Except none of us have shown any symptoms yet." "Still no reason to take chances." "We stay put in the office till we all get tested." "Is there a cure?" "Not that I know of." "LASALLE:" "King." "This could be more than just an attack on our Seabees." "Could be bioterrorism." "Get the base C.O. on the phone." "We're gonna lock down Belle Chasse." "We cannot let this get out." "Dwayne." "(panting)" "I'm afraid it already has." "MAN:" "Dr. Wade?" "Oh, please, we're wasting valuable time." "Let me just work." "Yes, ma'am." "Loretta!" "Loretta." "Talk to me, Loretta." "How did this happen?" "(sighs) It must have happened at the crime scene." "Without my scrub suit on, my skin was exposed." "And you handled Campbell's body?" "Yeah." "Blood particulates, saliva, sweat." "Doesn't take much." "I assume you and your team are all right." "Yeah, we-we all tested negative." "Ah, thank God for that." "Sebastian cleared, too." "(laughs)" "Next time, remind me not to tease him about being a hypochondriac-- it may have saved his life." "(coughing loudly)" "Should you rest, Loretta?" "There's no time to rest, not with others being infected, too, and more to come if we can't stop this virus from spreading." "The situation at Belle Chasse?" "Base is locked down, the sick quarantined." "Marine Chemical and Biological Incident Response Force is on its way." "How many infected so far?" "Seven total-- four of Campbell's Seabees, three machinists who shared the barracks with them." "Burn their clothing, all their belongings." "It's not airborne, but obviously it's highly contagious." "Deadly, if we can't find the cure." "How much time do we have?" "You mean how much time do I have?" "Well... the virus affects everybody differently." "But I am monitoring my viral load while I work, see how quickly it mutates my white blood cells." "I would say maybe... ten, 11 hours before..." "I can't believe that this is happening." "How's she doing?" "Scared, like the rest of us." "She's counting on us, Sebastian." "Stay focused, for everybody's sake." "Yeah, easier said than done." "(computer beeps)" "Got a match from the viral database." "QR6." "What is that?" "It's a-a supervirus developed by the Chinese military, but supposedly, it never left their lab." "Pride, if this is right, then this has to be bioterrorism." "I mean, there's no two ways about it." "But why now?" "Why Belle Chasse?" "I don't know." "I mean, the only good news is that there's no way they would have developed this lethal a bug without also developing an antidote." "So even if Loretta can't come up with a cure..." "Yeah, then we can, as long as we can find whoever infected that king cake." "'Cause they'll probably have the antidote, since they don't want to get infected, too." "Only problem is we don't have that much time." "All right, stay here, help Loretta." "Wait, hold on, you got to get me on that base." "What?" "Victims are being infected at different rates, right?" "Which means some are more resistant to the virus than others." "If I can test their blood, then maybe I can create my own cure." "I'm-I'm not willing to risk you getting sick, too..." "That's not your choice!" "Please, Pride." "I-I know that you want to do everything you can to save Loretta, but so do I, all right?" "I-I can't lose her." "(sighs)" "We're not gonna lose her, Sebastian." "I'll get you on with the Marine Bio Response Force." "You work with them, but listen to me" "Hazmat suit, wrist tape, the works." "I can't lose you, either." "Oh, wait." "Pride." "Pride." "I almost forgot." "Uh..." "I was able to get a partial fingerprint off of that, uh, Garcia shrapnel." "It's not enough for an I.D., and obviously it's no way to tie the bombing to Mayor Hamilton, but it's a start." "Okay, wh-why are you showing me this now?" "Just, you know, in case something happens to me." "We'll work on this later, Sebastian, together." "(phone ringing)" "Focus." "Agent Pride." "♪ ♪" "Just got off the phone with the Office of Naval Intelligence." "Finally admitted that Commander Lopez and her team were doing more than just installing cable at Belle Chasse." "More, meaning what?" "Don't know yet." "ONI needs clearance to get us read in." "Apparently, it's top secret, compartmentalized." "They want to keep it that way until they can get more specifics about what the Chinese are really after." "Targeting Seabees on a top secret project not specific enough for them?" "The less people know exactly what the project is, the better, far as they're concerned." "ONI just wants us focusing on catching whoever's responsible." "What about Commander Lopez?" "Did they hear from her?" "No." "And they're worried." "Turns out they're the ones who sent her to the bakery to quietly investigate." "Well, maybe she heard about the king cake from her men." "At least that explains why she was there." "Yeah, but not why she disappeared." "You find anything on the watch list?" "Yeah, a list of Chinese nationals linked to MSS, but it'll take us all week to narrow it down." "Loretta doesn't have all week and neither do the other victims." "We need another way to find out who did this, fast." "Might have something in here." "Been I.D.-ing every person and car in or around Angelo Brocato's around the time of the baker's murder." "Nothing came up until..." "We matched the license plate to a silver Toyota 4Runner reported stolen two days ago driving by." "Time stamp: 9:33 p.m." "Could be a coincidence, or..." "Could be our operatives." "Good work." "I'll put a BOLO out, notify LSP and FBI, too." "Should we trigger EAS, go wide?" "I mean, it's just..." "No, no, no, no, no." "The media gets ahold of this and puts it out there, could cause a panic that the virus is gonna spread beyond the base." "Make it all that more difficult to find our operatives." "Well, the health department already knows." "They quarantined Wade's morgue." "It's just a matter of time before the media finds out." "Yep, and stokes public fear." "We have to keep this contained." "Only one way to do that." "Let me know when you find that car." "Where's he going?" "I bet it's the last place he wants to go." "(trolley bell clanging)" "(Hamilton chuckles)" "You got stones, Dwayne, I'll give you that much." "Last thing we both need is for the media to get ahold of this." "They've already contacted my office, more than once." "Media hysteria is not gonna help me find out who's responsible." "In fact, it'll hurt the cause." "I got a lead, just need a day or two, maybe less." "Still, I couldn't very well lie to the people." "I wouldn't be a very good mayor if I did, now would I?" "Apparently the Office of Public Health is getting calls, too." "They're asking for an official statement." "And by the way, how's Loretta doing?" "Real shame, isn't it?" "So, what?" "You're gonna make this personal, is that it?" "This is about trying to stop an outbreak, saving innocent people;" "this isn't about us, Hamilton." "The hell it's not about us." "Everything's about us since Garcia." "You may not see this, Dwayne, but the truth is we both want the same thing:" "what's good for this city." "The only problem is that you think that bringing me down is the best way to do that, and I can't allow that to happen." "So what do you want?" "I want whatever you got on me." "Whatever you think you got." "Vis-à-vis Garcia." "Sounds like an admission to me." "Not admitting anything." "I just want you off my back once and for all." "So you're threatening to impede my investigation, risk causing widespread fear just to cover your own ass?" "You're the one doing the threatening, and I'm not gonna stand for it, not anymore, even if it means getting you and your whole damn team kicked out of New Orleans." "NCIS is federal." "You don't have the power or the jurisdiction..." "Oh, man, jurisdiction doesn't mean anything if you got connections." "And me and SECDEF go way back, believe me." "Apparently, there's something called a mobility agreement." "Says that if Navy brass thinks" "NCIS and the city aren't getting along, well, they can re-assign you to God knows where." "Gloves are off, Dwayne." "You want my help, hmm?" "Cooperation?" "That only happens you get me everything you got on Garcia by this time tomorrow." "Understand?" "GREGORIO:" "We didn't get a BOLO hit, but Patton's been tracking satellite radio signals from every 4Runner in the area, when one suddenly vanished." "I think we just found it." "Gregorio." "LASALLE:" "Look at this." "What is it?" "LASALLE:" "I'm pretty sure it's Lopez." "Lopez is inside, Pride." "She's dead." "Must've caught her investigating." "Two more in the backseat." "Wait." "Two more?" "Who are they?" "I just got DNA I.D.s on both victims, but I'm afraid you're not gonna like this." "(clears throat) They're marines." "I'm sending the files to you now." "(coughing)" "Loretta, you have to lie down." "We've been through this, Dwayne." "We both know I'm not the only one running out of time." "LASALLE:" "Wait a second, those aren't just any marines." "All right?" "They're part of a Biological Response Force that was headed for Belle Chasse." "GREGORIO:" "Wait, operatives killed Lopez because she was investigating them-- that much I get." "But why intercept and kill the other two?" "Try to keep them from stopping the outbreak?" "LASALLE:" "Hold on." "According to the Belle Chasse entry log, Corporals Davis and Lin just checked in at the main gate along with their unit." "GREGORIO:" "So operatives must have snuck in, killed them while they were traveling with the marine convoy." "But they did all that just to steal their I.D.s?" "LASALLE:" "Well, that doesn't make any sense." "I mean, if they're with the people that infected the base, that'd be the last place they'd want to go." "Dwayne." "I know, I know." "Sebastian's at Belle Chasse waiting for the Response Force." "Which means he has no idea who those people really are." "(clears throat)" "SEBASTIAN:" "You guys from the Response Force?" "Yeah." "Lance Corporal Lin, Davis." "Rest of the team's on its way." "Who are you?" "NCIS, Forensic Agent Lund." "I'm here to figure out how this all happened, but more importantly, how we can stop it." "Come on, let's get geared up." "Straight to voice mail." "We got to get to the base." "(coughing)" "Christopher, keep calling" "Sebastian on his cell." "I'll call ONI." "Gregorio, get the base police to secure Belle Chasse, put the gates on high alert." "Loretta, I'll call you as soon as we know anything, promise." "(coughing, wheezing)" "Hey!" "Dr. Wade!" "(monitor beeping)" "DOCTOR:" "Last antibiotic isn't working, either." "Get me carbapenem, stat." "Let's intubate her." "Come on, come on." "Hurry up, people." "If we want to save her, we've got to stabilize her." "PRIDE:" "Is she conscious, talking?" "All right, you tell her to take care and that we're out here doing everything we can on our end." "Thank you." "How's Wade?" "Thinking about putting her in a medically induced coma to slow her metabolism, buy time." "How much time she have?" "Not much." "Agent Pride." "I'm Captain Rogers, Base Commanding Officer here." "Any luck finding my agent?" "Not yet, but it's a large base;" "we're still searching." "But we're under full lockdown, every access point guarded." "Operatives won't be able to escape without going through us." "Okay, well, the problem is we got to take them alive." "They may be the only ones with an antidote." "Still can't reach Sebastian, King." "Why would he turn off his phone?" "He wouldn't." "Is there a secure area on base where cell phones are jammed?" "DOWNEY:" "Yes, there is." "Commander Downey, Naval Intelligence." "We spoke earlier." "Follow me." "Yes, sir." "LASALLE:" "Looks like we finally got clearance." "Hopefully." "Better late than never." "I'll download you on the way." "I got a vehicle." "SEBASTIAN:" "I still don't know why we're here or why we're wearing protective gear." "P.O. Campbell's blood particulates could be anywhere." "SEBASTIAN:" "Yeah, but the area's already been cleared." "What we need to be doing is testing the infected for resistant antibodies." "This is our jurisdiction, Agent Lund, not yours." "There a problem?" "No." "Everything's good." "LIN:" "All right." "Check for residual contamination out here, we'll check inside." "Let's go." "(panting)" "Crap." "We think the biological attack was really just a diversion to get the operatives on base." "By killing the Marine Response Force." "Because they knew they'd be the first ones called in," "Navy 911." "DOWNEY:" "Exactly." "But to do what?" "Why go through all this?" "Smokescreen?" "Probably." "Best way to breach a highly-secure area:" "create widespread panic." "Commander Lopez's team was installing secure cables to what D.O.D. had hoped would become the first ship activation center east of San Diego." "Ship activation?" "You have to understand how Navy ships work." "They're basically just floating hunks of metal until they're programmed into warships." "It's a highly classified procedure, and the hope was this base could expand our reach." "The more ships activated, the more the Chinese have to contend with." "They don't want that to happen." "At all costs, apparently." "So what do they want?" "How do they expect to stop the programming?" "Steal the ship activation CPU and all the stored Intel." "Make D.O.D. lose faith in Belle Chasse." "(indistinct radio chatter)" "♪ ♪" "(computer beeps)" "(alarm wailing)" "(Lin shouts in Mandarin)" "(shouts in Mandarin)" "(alarm continues wailing)" "(tires screech)" "Sebastian." "Get down, get down!" "All right, check on Sebastian." "Alert the gate." "We need them taken alive." "Let's go!" "Suspects headed to main gate." "Capture, do not kill." "Repeat, capture, do not kill." "Now." "Deploy the spike strip!" "Go, go, go!" "(tires screech)" "Hold your fire!" "Cease fire!" "Stop shooting!" "There's nowhere to go; you're surrounded!" "Hands out the window, now." "Do it now!" "Outside the window, slow!" "(gagging)" "No, no, no." "Understood." "Please, though, just do everything you can." "I should have known the moment I saw that those operatives didn't tape up their wrists-- I don't know how I missed it." "Sebastian, you did your best." "You-you followed them, you engaged them." "You-you were outgunned." "That's not what I mean." "I mean, I knew that they were bad guys, it just didn't occur to me that the only reason they weren't afraid of being infected was 'cause they had been inoculated." "The antidote was already in their system." "I should've figured that out sooner." "Wouldn't have made any difference." "They weren't gonna be taken alive." "They're trained to protect state secrets." "All right?" "No matter the cost." "Sebastian, hey, can you duplicate it?" "I'm-I'm trying to separate the antibodies right now, but Wade doesn't have that much time." "Hey, King, Patton may have found something off the activation CPU..." "I don't care about the case right now, Christopher." "It's not about the case, it's about Wade." "We found the CPU hooked up to the docking station in the operative's van." "They were uploading it to someone while we were chasing them." "Yeah, someone off-site." "They must've knew they weren't getting out of there alive." "But they still wanted to transfer the Intel to whoever they were working for, probably the handler." "Can you trace the signal?" "That's why we're calling." "Tracking down the receiver's I.P. address, vectoring the location." "Stand by." "Pride, if we can find the handler..." "There's a good chance he might have the antidote on him as a precaution." "Got it, sending it now." "Alferd Supply in Chalmette." "We'll meet you there." "(siren wailing)" "NCIS!" "Get your hands up!" "Federal agents!" "Don't move!" "Hey!" "(panting)" "Cyanide." "Clear." "Okay." "Start searching everywhere." "That antidote's got to be here somewhere." "So we're not wasting time here." "You are under arrest for murder, terrorism, espionage." "But I don't care about any of that." "All I want is to get the antidote to the virus." "Virus?" "What virus?" "You do not want to mess with me right now, do you understand that?" "My friend is dying because of you, and if you don't help me save her..." "I'm not afraid to die." "SEBASTIAN:" "No?" "Not quickly, maybe, but... how about slowly?" "Painfully, like all your victims." "You know, uh, injecting the baker directly with the virus that must've made his death that much more excruciating." "His brain probably swelled up immediately, lungs filled with blood, drowning him, convulsions." "You can't do this." "(grunts)" "He can't, but I can." "And there's nobody's here to stop me." "(grunts) No, wait!" "The table!" "The antidote's under the card table!" "Got it." "All right, get it to the base and Loretta." "Hurry!" "Sebastian." "Were you really gonna inject him?" "For her, yeah." "Get going." "What now?" "Now we're gonna book you." "We got a treasure trove of incriminating evidence against you." "Probably the only way to get out of the death penalty is if you admit to who you're working for." "You're not getting that out of me." "Well, I don't think it's us you got to worry about." "Oh, no, that's NSA and DHS territory, but if my memory serves me, Guantanamo... (gunshot)" "What the hell?" "Someone just shot him through a friggin' brick wall!" "(whispers):" "Okay." "Bullet casing." "Still warm." "Is that .50 caliber?" "Not just any .50 caliber." "Penetrates through a brick wall without line of sight and still hits its target?" "It's got to be DARPA, thermal scope, heat seeking." "Must have been another operative who wanted to make sure that this one didn't talk." "Except I don't think the operative was Chinese." "This is U.S. technology, Pride." "It's brand-new, too." "Which means whoever did this had to be homegrown American." "(heart monitor beeping steadily)" "Knock, knock." "Hey!" "Hey." "(chuckles)" "How you feeling?" "That's sort of a stupid question, I know." "I'm sorry." "It's-- I-I don't know how to act in situations like this." "I mean, obviously, after everything you've been through, you're not feeling great, but at the same time," "I don't know what I'm..." "Sebastian." "Just ask me again." "How you feeling?" "I feel like crap." "But I'm alive and I'll take it, thanks to you." "Thanks to me?" "No, I can't..." "Oh, don't even go there." "Pride already told me what you did." "Said you saved my life." "I mean..." "I didn't, you know." "Not really." "Not by myself." "It was sort of, like, a group..." "Come here." "Want to give you a hug." "Mm." "Thank you." "Anytime." "I'm proud of you, Sebastian." "You faced your fears." "You risked your life to save others." "I heard you even threatened to go a little rogue." "That's what I heard." "Yeah, well, you know." "Guess that means I'm finally becoming a real agent." "No." "Means you're finally becoming yourself." "Hey." "Am I interrupting?" "No." "No." "What's up?" "Just thought you'd like to know" "I checked with the medic at Belle Chasse." "Everyone's recovering." "Good." "Good." "Kind of a major whirlwind last couple of days, huh?" "I still can't believe everything that happened." "And everything that almost happened." "Right?" "So strange, though." "All that goes down all the time, public never even knows about it." "Not easy keeping it that way sometimes." "Something else?" "Yeah." "I, uh, got a partial fingerprint on the .50 caliber cartridge that killed our handler." "You get an I.D.?" "No." "But I think you'll find this interesting." "Turns out the print matches the partial" "Sebastian lifted off of Garcia's detonator you guys found." "Yep." "Same person killed both people." "But wait." "If that's true, then that would mean..." "That would mean the killer's working for Mayor Hamilton, which also means" "Hamilton could be behind both killings." "And, if so, whatever the good mayor is up to is a lot bigger than we thought." "No wonder he's trying to threaten us." "You're late, Dwayne." "Thought you weren't gonna show." "Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Mr. Mayor." "Good, I'm glad." "That for me?" "Yeah." "Whoa, wait, wait." "Wh-What is this?" "I told you I wanted everything you had on Garcia's murder." "I remember." "Gloves are off." "Your words." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"