NCIS New Orleans (2014) s04e15 Episode Script
The Last Mile
1 (bell dings) Order up.
I got a bad feeling about this, for real.
Ever since I woke up this morning.
Relax, Cyrus.
Eat your biscuits and gravy.
It'll calm your nerves.
This dude Belanger is bad news.
Where's your FBI backup? What if he spots them? Gets spooked.
He won't.
No one to spot.
I'm on my own here.
You're kidding.
It's like you said, we don't want to spook this guy.
If this goes wrong If this goes wrong, then we're both screwed, so calm down and eat your damn biscuits.
Uh, hey, Belanger.
Uh, this is my boy I was telling you about.
Ray Jones.
Okay, Ray Jones.
Why are we here? He say he got a piece of work lined up Cyrus, I'm talking to Ray.
Cyrus says that you're a wheelman.
Says you need reliable muscle for a job that starts tomorrow.
That's me.
And what qualifies you? Ever heard of âShock and Aweâ? Armored truck robberies out of Virginia.
Crew was no joke.
But you are.
Only people ever called that crew Shock and Awe were the freaking cops.
Hey, Cyrus, what is this? (stammers) Come on, Belanger, you know I wouldn't bring the cops to meet you.
Yeah, 'cause you know I'd do this.
Oh! (people gasping) Call 911 now! (sirens wailing) (tires screeching) (man shouts) Get out of the way! Get out of the way! (tires screeching) (sirens wailing) Hands where we can see them! Okay, okay, don't shoot.
NCIS:New Orleans 4x15 The Last Mile Boom, boom, boom, boom Bang, bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom, boom How, how, how, how Hey, hey You gotta come on.
(lock buzzes) Oh, my goodness.
- Raymond.
- Dwayne.
I appreciate you calling me, Francine.
You mind giving us a moment? Mm-hmm.
(lock buzzes) Busy day, huh? I know it looks bad.
Ah, well You were involved in the shooting of a federal informant.
They told me that Cyrus is gonna make it.
And you were arrested two miles away after engaging the suspect, Donny Belanger, in a high-speed chase.
I almost had him.
You were armed, but without credentials.
Neglected to identify yourself as an FBI agent.
They got my I.
D.
when they pulled my prints.
And you asked the arresting officers not to notify the New Orleans FBI field office, but instead call me.
Couldn't trust anyone else.
What exactly are you up to? A case.
Big one.
And, technically, the FBI doesn't know I'm working it.
Man in the hospital with a gunshot wound, suspect got away.
I have pull with NOPD, but not enough to keep this from your bosses.
Well, I was hoping that you could stall them long enough for us to find Belanger.
- Us? - Dwayne.
This is important.
I need your help.
PRIDE: Love what you've done with the place, Raymond.
It's very homey.
I have no intention of making a home here, Dwayne.
Aw, why? At least make it comfortable.
I When we're done with the case, I'll buy a plant.
This is what I've been working on.
Series of âlast-mile truck heistsâ pulled over the past two years.
And I've been working on this ever since I got down here.
Okay, so what are they Opioids.
Straight from the manufacturers.
The trucks are hit right before their drugstore deliveries.
Four-man takedown crews, targeting high-value drugs: oxycodone, hydromorphone, fentanyl.
$30 million worth.
Why haven't FBI and DEA investigated? Because it's under the radar.
Never the same crew, never the same jurisdiction.
And no single heist takes a haul large enough to warrant federal intervention.
But you think it's connected.
Case by case, there's not much to go on, but as a whole? Big picture? There's a pattern.
The getaway cars.
Always late model sedans, always fall off the grid a few miles from the heist, and always when they're headed in the same direction New Orleans.
What happened when you brought this to D.
C.
's attention? Tilting at windmills.
Jockeying for my old position back.
They told me to stay in my lane.
Uh-huh.
Heard that before.
But considering all the trouble you've been in, including today, maybe you should listen.
When I was a rookie someone close to me got injured on the job.
Got hooked on pills.
Devastated him.
Nearly destroyed his career and his life, and No, I-I can't let this sit.
Okay.
Okay, Raymond.
So, tell me, what happened at the restaurant? Belanger is hiring talent for a pharma truck heist.
Needs muscle fast.
It connects.
So you went solo, and Belanger pegged you as law enforcement.
He's the only lead I have to figuring out who's behind this.
I got to find him.
I need your team to do it.
You're asking us to join an unsanctioned FBI investigation with no NCIS ties? No.
I'm asking you to sanction it.
Look.
Petty Officer Todd Walsh, based out of Belle Chasse, died of an opioid overdose-- fentanyl.
You're thinking the pills came from one of these heists? Oh, I'm sure of it.
And that would make this an NCIS investigation.
LASALLE: Don't understand, King.
Petty Officer Walsh died six months ago-- how'd we land this case overnight? It was brought to my attention that Walsh's death might connect to the heists I sent your way.
- By who? - Isler.
Case is a political hot potato for him, so we're pinch-hitting.
Sounds like a political way of saying the FBI doesn't approve.
Should we be doing this after D.
C.
's finally off our ass? Well, Isler caught a raw deal getting sent down here.
He's helped us in the past, and we should do likewise.
And why not enjoy the sweet irony of him needing our help again? Gonna lord it over him for years.
I spent the morning crossing T's and dotting I's with the local New Orleans field office.
We're good to pursue the case.
Isler's cleared to join us.
Okay? What have you learned? Ms.
Loretta's looking into Walsh's overdose to see if it connects to one of these heists.
Patton's digging into Isler's research.
Maybe help us identify some of the suspects.
That leaves Donny Belanger, our missing driver.
And our only link to any of the heists.
SONJA: Belanger's a Louisiana native and NASCAR washout.
Turned his obsession for fast cars into a career as a getaway driver.
Did time for assault, grand theft auto, weapons possession.
Now, he's supposed to be serving probation in Lafayette, but he's been off the grid for months.
Yeah, I mean, there's been a few sightings in New Orleans, but nothing since yesterday.
I mean, this guy's really good at not being found.
Well, if we can't find him, what about his car, the Charger? Well, Sebastian processed the scene of the escape.
Pulled cameras from the area, but the trail went cold when Belanger blew through a fence and cut across a levee.
That's rough terrain for a factory sedan to be crossing at top speeds, especially after he took a 70-foot dive.
All right.
I'll meet Isler at the lab, see what Loretta and Sebastian came up with.
Meantime, keep on the hunt for Belanger.
Check on the BOLO.
Knock on doors.
He's out there somewhere.
WADE: I pulled Petty Officer Walsh's autopsy file and tox screen.
The chemical signature of the pills he took match those stolen from one of your heists in Tennessee.
I knew those drugs were coming into New Orleans.
Yes, and Walsh is not the only victim.
I pulled a half a dozen other fentanyl overdose files.
Those drugs are killing people.
- We'll shut them down, Loretta.
- Yeah, we better.
Otherwise, I'm gonna start running out of lockers.
ISLER: I hope that smile means you found me a lead, Special Agent Lund.
Uh, no.
This smile is 'cause I've been watching the greatest car chases in film history.
Thought you were supposed to be finding Belanger's car, Sebastian.
Yeah, I was.
I mean I am.
I-- right this-- yeah.
Right now.
This is research.
Here.
Uh, Belanger's jump, you know, was straight out of The Fast and the Furious.
Which one? Well, take your pick.
I mean, personally, my favorite, that's Fast Five.
'Cause that chase in Rio, remember? Man, that thing.
And then, Tokyo Drift on the other hand - But we digress.
- We do.
You're right.
The point is that there's no way that Belanger's Charger could have survived the impact from that dive unless it had been heavily modified.
Custom work.
Tons.
Talking, you know, reinforced frame, extended wheelbase, heavy-duty tires on heavy-duty wells How does this help us track Belanger? I don't think that the Charger entirely survived the jump.
I found motor oil at the impact site, probably from a-a cracked oil pan.
ISLER: Okay.
So it's leaking oil.
It is, but it's not just any oil.
Regal Purple 5W-30.
High viscosity for performance vehicles.
This is very hard to find, and it's very expensive.
You just don't pick this up at a Pep Boys.
So you're saying he needs this stuff.
Yeah, he can't get far without a new oil pan and a top-off.
ISLER: Okay.
So we're looking for an auto shop that sells Regal Purple but also performs specialty repairs on custom cars.
Yes.
And the good thing is that there are only three places in New Orleans where you can get that.
PRIDE: Ah, that's good work.
Let's divide and conquer.
Send me those, Sebastian.
LASALLE: There's the Charger.
Yeah.
Keep your eyes open.
Belanger can't be far.
BELANGER: Thought you were gonna put two guys on it.
- This is my best guy.
- Him? What, is he new? Donny Belanger? NCIS.
LASALLE: Hands where we can see them.
He's got a gun! (shouting) Don't move! (groaning) Pretty sure he ain't going anywhere, New York.
(grunting) Okay, Belanger.
Time to talk.
Unless one of you guys has a medical degree, I'm not saying a damn thing.
My arm is broken.
And I'm not feeling a lot of sympathy for the guy who shot my C.
I.
, and attempted to shoot two federal agents today.
This is police brutality.
PRIDE: EMTs stabilized your arm.
We'll get you a doctor as soon as you get us some names.
Everyone involved in these truck heists, or you take the fall alone.
Well, here's the thing.
I'm terrible with names, and I don't respond to threats.
This is not a threat.
You're looking at ten to 15 years, mandatory.
Consider me informed.
Now about that doctor.
You don't want to Oh, God! Hey, Ray.
Whoa, oh, wow.
That arm is a lot worse than I thought, Pride.
I think that bone is shattered.
Like I said, it needs attention.
Sure.
But not from just any doctor.
You need an expert orthopedist.
What are y'all talking about? Surgery, probably.
Otherwise you'll lose use of that arm.
They might even need to take it.
You know, the head of orthopedic surgery at LSU is a friend.
I could make a call to Dr.
Zura.
If you had a reason to.
If I had good reason to.
Yeah.
Look.
I don't know much.
Last week, this guy reaches out.
His name's Hal Cranston.
We did a bit at Angola together.
He says he's got a one-time job.
Big money, low risk, boosting pharma-grade opioids.
He said I'd be the wheelman.
He had muscle, needed one more guy.
When's this job going down? Supposed to meet up this afternoon, go over the plan.
Clearly, I'm otherwise engaged.
Now, about that doctor friend.
First, you're gonna tell us where and when the meet is.
Then we'll deal with the arm.
Hal Cranston's a stickup man by trade.
Served multiple stretches for armed robbery-- couple of jewelry stores, truck hijacking; smash and grab, mostly.
He's no criminal mastermind.
Yeah, scope of these drug heists is too complex for a thug like Cranston.
He's working for someone.
All right, so we bring him in, right? Get him to roll on his boss? We'll need leverage to do that.
Right now, all we got is Belanger's word.
PRIDE: We got something else.
Cranston needs a driver and a takedown man.
We can deliver both.
What are you thinking, King? I'm thinking Sonja has access to clean ATF covers.
You two go in as replacement driver and muscle.
Catch Cranston while planning the heist, force him to give up his boss.
Sounds like a plan.
- One small adjustment.
- Hmm? I'm going in as the muscle instead of Lasalle.
PRIDE: Raymond.
Listen.
Look.
I started this thing, I should be the one to see it through.
Right, but you were made within a minute at that diner.
You reek of cop.
Error in judgment yesterday.
It won't happen again.
Right.
'Cause you're not going undercover.
Look, I've been working on this on my own for months, putting the pieces to This is my case.
Technically, it's ours now.
Look, I'm not sitting back and letting anyone else be put in danger.
SONJA: Well, just to be clear, you wouldn't put Lasalle in danger, but I will be there, too.
PRIDE: Percy.
Hang on.
Operation carries a lot of risks, Raymond.
I am well aware of the risks, Dwayne.
This is too important to me.
Isler goes undercover with Sonja.
Gregorio, Christopher, we need recon at the meet.
Check out the location.
You're the backup.
Sebastian, we'll coordinate comms from here.
SONJA: I don't like this.
He's not ready.
Hey.
I'm standing right here.
Okay.
Look.
You have a few hours.
Get him ready.
What if I can't? Then it's your call to pull him.
Oh.
Well, I guess you're with me.
ISLER: I'm Alton Webber from Detroit.
I came to New Orleans ten years ago as a mud-man on the derricks.
I tore my ACL, lost my job, had to make ends meet.
I'm good with a gun, and I don't get nervous.
Bang, you're dead.
Hey.
Percy.
That was letter perfect.
Come on.
That's the problem.
You're all head and no heart.
Okay? It's not enough to say the words, you got to believe them.
(scoffs) And get rid of the hat, it's ridiculous.
(groans) I got this, all right? Not a question of your enthusiasm.
Look, we don't have time, okay? The meet happens in an hour.
Doesn't have to happen with you.
- Wa-Wait.
- Look, last person you worked with got shot at point-blank range.
- I'm in no hurry to take a bullet.
- Okay, look.
Hey, hey, I can do it again.
All right, let me do it again.
I can do it, I can do it better.
I'm focused, I'm in control, all right? I don't need focus and control.
I need you to say one authentic thing that tells me you're Alton Webber.
I like pills.
That's really how I lost my job.
After the injury, I was high all the time.
There was an accident on the derricks.
A man almost died.
It was because of me.
(clears throat) Look, I'm sober now, but, uh I-I almost lost everything.
Family, work.
Friends.
And that was 15 years ago, and I haven't had so much as an aspirin since.
Well, damn.
Where was that in Alton Webber's file? It wasn't.
I improvised.
Well, if we can get a little more of that, we might have a fighting chance.
Now let's go over it one more time.
Okay.
But this time with feeling.
I'm Alton Webber from Detroit.
I came to New Orleans ten years ago.
I don't like this position.
There's too much distance in case they need backup.
Only place with cover.
Otherwise, we get spotted.
I know it.
I just don't like it.
(camera beeps) We're set, Pride.
All right, signal's clear.
We got audio and visuals.
PRIDE: All right, everyone.
NOPD's a mile away.
This gets messy, we call in the cavalry.
Are we expecting messy? Not if Sonja did her job.
GREGORIO: Here comes the Charger.
Not sure what hurts more, my arm or my ears after hearing you strip my transmission.
Okay, first of all, it's not your transmission anymore.
Your gear is sticking.
You need to learn how to ISLER: Hey.
Stop talking.
Are you ready? You're late.
(train horn blows) Okay, they're in.
Whoa, whoa.
We just lost image and sound.
Christopher, Gregorio? What? We got nothing.
Lost contact with NCIS and the audio inside the building.
I don't know what's happening.
Well, I hope I'm gonna get a receipt for those.
Get your personal items back later.
The hell happened to you? Broke my arm.
I can see that, genius.
Got you the car like I said.
Tori here's the second-best driver in town.
Check out the size on my man, Webber.
(Cranston chuckles) Can't fault your work ethic, Belanger.
But you brought two strangers to the meet.
That's unacceptable.
(yells) And you you got five seconds to convince me you're not a cop.
Okay, hold on.
Let's take a beat there, friend.
I'm not your friend.
I don't know you, and this guy's got cop eyes.
Okay, well, we don't know you, either, but I thought that was the whole point of this job.
This is the part where you convince me you're on the level.
SONJA: Nah, we came here to do work.
Now, if you not offering that, we'll bounce.
Ain't that right, Alton? Five Why did we lost comms, Sebastian? I don't know, Cranston must have engaged some sort of short-range signal jammer inside the building.
Well, can you counteract it? Yeah, yeah, I'm trying, I'm trying.
That's four.
Tell him, Alton.
King, do you read me? King? Phones aren't working, either.
Dude, I wouldn't bring a cop.
Dude, we both know you'd do whatever it takes to save your ass.
LASALLE: All right, I'm pulling the plug-- we're going in.
No, no.
No, hold on.
Let's get eyes inside the warehouse first, see what's happening.
All right, you're right.
You can make me waste a bullet, but I won't waste time digging a grave.
Yeah? Then let's get to it.
Three, two, one.
Pull the trigger.
Time's up.
Just make sure you take me out.
See, I've been shot before, by an actual cop.
But he couldn't close the deal; I took his gun left him in a ditch.
Load of crap.
Let's play it out.
Where you going? (grunts) You're crazy, man.
(chuckles, snorts) I love it.
So we cool? Totally.
The both of you.
This job's gonna be a blast.
I had to prove a point.
No hard feelings? Whatever, man.
BELANGER: Somebody, somebody want to help me out here? I think you cracked my skull.
Suck it up.
We're on a schedule.
You stay put.
We got a job to do.
Uh, we-we doing the job now? Only way the boss does it.
We meet, hit the road, do the work.
No second-guessing, no loose lips.
Help me with the gear.
Looks like they're in.
Let's keep trying to get Pride.
We're good.
CRANSTON: All right, let's go.
Load up.
Pride.
Signal's back.
So, uh where is this job, anyway? No idea.
Charlie's gonna tell us everything.
Who's Charlie? The Wizard of frickin' Oz.
PRIDE: Christopher, Gregorio, you there? Yeah, we're here.
We lost you for a second.
Sebastian thinks that Cranston has some kind of a signal blocker.
It looks like Isler and Sonja are all right.
GREGORIO: Yeah, they're fine now.
They survived the interview.
LASALLE: But we got a problem, King.
The job is happening now.
As in now now, like right now? Yeah, now, now, Sebastian.
Well, we-we got to call NOPD.
We don't have much to charge them with.
Conspiracy, maybe.
LASALLE: There's something else you should know, King.
Cranston's getting instructions on a special phone from a guy named Charlie.
Yeah.
Seems like the shot caller on these heists.
What if we just let this play out? You-you want them to rob the truck? No, I want to get to Charlie.
If he's the boss and we can wrap him up in this, then Lasalle, Gregorio, let this ride.
But stay close.
(engine starts) You got it.
What are we gonna do with this guy? You leaving me here? Shut up.
NOPD's on their way to pick you up.
Gregorio! We got to move.
This is not cool at all.
Hey! This is not cool! These guys literally just met, and they're about to hijack a truck? Yeah.
Whatever this Charlie's doing it's been working for two years.
How can he keep his crews in the dark like this? He's gaming the system.
Sounds like you found something, P.
Yeah.
I went down the rabbit hole on each heist that Isler was investigating.
Evidence, police comms, escape routes.
They were all over the place-- through back roads, tiny towns.
That's how the getaway cars drop off the radar.
And when they resurface Always in a new jurisdiction.
Law enforcement loses Charlie's crews and they hand off across city, county, even-- look-- even state lines.
The crews know where the police are gonna be before the police do.
Maybe Charlie's some sort of a cop.
Maybe he's gaming the system, because he knows the system.
How to avoid detection, which drugs to steal, and what amount to steer clear of federal intervention.
A cop could also access encrypted police signals, guiding his crew around roadblocks.
Which he does using modified cars that can travel across any terrain.
All right, look, I'm gonna stay on the line with Lasalle and Gregorio.
You two dig deeper into Cranston.
If he's taking orders from a dirty cop Something in his past will point to who.
And we need to identify who before Sonja and Isler get in too deep.
All right.
Go.
SONJA: Look, we've been driving for over an hour.
How long are you gonna keep us in the dark? When I know where to stop, you will, too.
Is this some kind of scam you're pulling here? Hey.
Relax, big guy.
Charlie never lets me down.
CHARLIE: Good afternoon.
You've almost arrived at your destination.
Welcome to Gulfport.
Please continue down this road.
Like I said.
Target ETA is ten minutes out.
And what exactly is this target? Quiet.
Charlie talks, we listen; not the other way around.
GREGORIO: This thing's about to go down, Pride.
Are we gonna let it? PRIDE: Moment they pull the truck over, we've got them dead to rights.
LASALLE: They're armed to the teeth, though.
If we don't play this tight, things could go sideways fast.
CHARLIE: Get ready.
The target is closing in.
Three, two, one.
Hey! You move, I shoot! Understand? Hurry up.
Get in there.
Here.
Come on.
Come on.
Hurry up.
That's what we need.
Let's go! MAN: You ain't goin' anywhere! Drop your weapons now! I said drop 'em! So much for playing it tight.
Do it now or I'll smoke you.
(tires screech) NCIS! Look out! (groans) Gregorio! Get in the car! Get in the frickin' car now! (groaning) Gregorio! Are you with me? CHARLIE: Call went out.
60 seconds till the 12 arrive.
Drive.
What about Hicks? Just drive! (tires squeal) (Gregorio groans) Gregorio, you all right? I'm fine, I'm fine.
The vest took the slug.
(gasps) It hurts, though.
What about the Charger? Percy and Isler took off with Cranston.
They're gone.
(groaning) Tammy was shot? In the vest.
Cracked a couple ribs.
She's tough.
Well, we got to pull Percy and Isler out of there now.
We got to find them first, Sebastian.
We got no communication.
(sighs): Right, right.
And with Charlie helping Cranston avoid the police, it's gonna be even harder to track them down.
So we track Charlie instead.
I've been digging in Cranston's background.
I've been looking for any connection to any cops.
SEBASTIAN: That's a pretty big pool.
Plenty have arrested him, questioned him, testified against him.
Plus, Cranston moves around a lot, so there's a dozen different jurisdictions up here.
So we need to narrow it down.
Lasalle and Gregorio's surveillance mic recorded Charlie's voice just before the Charger got away.
Charlie said âthe 12â were 60 seconds out.
That's slang for law enforcement in the Atlanta area.
All right, so then we focus on Atlanta.
PRIDE: Yeah.
PATTON: Hey, I got something here.
FBI Special Agent Roger Driscoll.
SEBASTIAN: Driscoll.
Here he is.
Former agent, actually retired in 2015.
Before that, he was head of the resident agency in Macon.
Arrested Cranston for weapons possession a decade ago.
And then Cranston became Driscoll's C.
I.
, and they went after stickup teams across Georgia for years.
Yeah, means they had a close relationship.
Not only that, but Driscoll owns a property right outside of Lakeview.
All right, we need to get there fast.
Sebastian, you're with me.
No idea if Cranston made Sonja and Isler.
But if he did, they're in trouble.
Patton, keep Lasalle and Gregorio in the loop.
CHARLIE: Time for another detour, Cranston.
We need to get you off this main road.
Take the next left and pull behind the barbershop.
You'll need cover.
State police are approaching from the opposite direction.
(sirens wailing) How you doing back there? Fine.
ISLER: You're bleeding out.
You need a hospital.
What I need is an explanation.
What's NCIS? And why'd you warn them about Hicks? I wasn't warning them, I was warning Hicks.
Wait.
You still think I'm a cop? Cops would want to get me to a hospital.
Crooks would let me die.
You two, on the other hand still a question mark.
CHARLIE: You're clear.
Keep heading north.
Do what the man says.
Clear.
SEBASTIAN: Pride, I need you out back.
CHARLIE: Keep your speed under 65 to avoid unnecessary detection.
Continue down the frontage road.
Federal agents! Then once you cross the train tracks, you're in the clear for the next ten miles.
Well, this is where Driscoll's running the heists from.
Yeah, but he's not here.
But his equipment is.
Satellite tracking, communications.
It's all online right now.
He's probably logged in remotely.
Does that mean you can crack his system and find him? Yeah, with Patton's help, I can.
Well, get to it.
CHARLIE: In 500 yards, you'll turn off the frontage road.
Keep driving until you see the tires.
Then pull over.
Okay, Cranston, we're here.
And, look, we gonna have to have a little conversation about workplace etiquette.
Cranston, you hear me? He's dead.
Well, isn't that great? Why couldn't he have done that 30 miles back when we knew where the hell we were? Situation has much improved.
We're armed, and we're about to take down Charlie.
No, we about to back up out of these spooky-ass woods and find us some help.
Sonja, we're too close.
We can't turn around.
We have no way of contacting NCIS, which means we have no backup and no idea how many men Charlie's coming with.
I'll call Pride on this.
Do it on the drive.
CHARLIE: Welcome back.
After all the trouble in Gulfport, I'm sure you're ready to be done.
Bring me the merchandise, Cranston.
Now what? I'm gonna make the trade.
You gonna what? Cover me.
The minute he's back in the car, shoot out the tires.
(sighs) (exhales sharply) I got this.
You got to stop saying that.
Cranston's dead! But I have the take! Bring it here.
But move slowly.
Driver, back in the vehicle! Bad news about Cranston.
How'd it happen? Cops shot him.
DRISCOLL: Live by the sword, right? Anyway, deal's a deal.
Drop the bags.
Payment for services rendered.
Wait a minute.
Raymond Isler? Driscoll? Small world.
Hands up.
What's going on here, Driscoll? You tell me, Raymond.
You're gonna lower the weapon, now! Misjudging the situation here.
I've got the leverage right now.
I guess I should be flattered, Raymond.
My little side gig got you out in the field.
You know this guy? We used to work together.
Years ago.
They sent him to the Macon office after his nasty little drug addiction.
But it wasn't for long, was it? He got the corner office soon enough.
But me, I have a perfect record.
I got the boondocks for 30 years and a bad buffet lunch to say good-bye.
And now you're running heists.
Spent a career trying to get somebody in D.
C.
to pay attention to this opioid crisis.
No one listened.
So you decided to get yours, huh? Tell your girl to toss the weapon.
You're caught here, Driscoll.
We called in the moment we got here.
Backup's minutes away.
Communications are down.
There's not a cop within ten miles of this place.
You want to live, you'll follow my instructions.
Not gonna happen.
See, Percy here is NCIS.
Expert sharpshooter.
She can take you out at 1,800 meters.
You're as good as dead, Driscoll.
Well, I guess we'll find out.
(siren wailing) PRIDE: Hang on! (grunting) (gunshots) Isler, you okay? ISLER: Yeah.
(siren wailing) It's not the best time, but you should probably know that I get intense motion sickness when driving at high speeds over uneven roads.
Not now, Sebastian.
Yeah.
If Driscoll makes the main road, he's gonna outrun us.
(truck horn honks) He's gone.
All right, I need to take a seat real quick.
That was a little too fast and furious for me.
PRIDE: Oh.
(panting) Hail the conquering hero! SONJA: Ooh! You're alive! Whoa! - No hugging for four to six weeks.
- Okay.
Here.
- Thank you.
- Are you gonna be all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just, you know, my rib's a little sensitive.
Eh, that's not what you were saying on the way over here.
Complaining and whining the whole way.
That's because you hit every pothole in New Orleans.
Come on, take a seat, Tammy.
No, sitting's hard.
I'll just stand.
That's I'll lean, actually.
Le-Leaning's good.
I tried taking her home, but But I had to see for myself that you and Raymond actually pulled this off.
I know.
I mean Yes, Gregorio.
Somehow, we managed to stop the bad guys.
So you're back in the suit? I was feeling the leather.
Uh, no, no.
The-the leather's retired.
I have I've got a late flight to D.
C.
The bosses want to discuss my future.
Oh, off the bench and back in the game.
Congrats, Isler.
Yeah, don't forget about us when you're all, you know, big and important again.
(chuckles) Actually, on second thought, do forget about us Ah.
because when you're here, man, it's-it's complicated.
Well, you know, I don't know if I can make that promise.
Why don't you guys try staying out of trouble? Eh, I don't know if, uh, we can make that promise.
Yeah.
Hey.
Um, I had a lot of doubts about you, but you did good out there today.
Thanks, Percy.
Yeah, you exceeded my Well, they were low expectations, but still.
(chuckles) Yes.
Well, I always thought your greatest skill set was snark.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
But after what I witnessed today, you're as versatile a field agent as I've ever met.
This town ever gets too small for you, call me.
FBI can always use talent like yours.
Tie my head to the block and chop Shoot me dead when I tell you to stop Fake an exit that's all too grand Just to haunt me I heard D.
C.
called for you.
Figured you'd be on the first flight out.
Yeah, couldn't leave without saying good-bye.
Yeah, well, can't let you leave without, uh without a toast.
Hey.
Listen Lemon or lime? Lime.
For my club soda.
Percy, she told you about my past? No, no.
I had a feeling.
You took this case personally.
Plus, I've never seen you have a drink.
It's been 15 years.
Good for you.
You know, I couldn't have done any of this without you.
I owe you one.
You owe me nothing.
We're friends.
To you and your team and And to New Orleans! Ha! (chuckles) Okay, fine.
Just this once.
Mmm.
Ticktock, the clock is Listen, when I get back to Washington, I'll keep an eye out.
I'll warn you if there's any problems headed your way.
Raymond, I've been good with the suits for months.
Toeing the line.
No more beefs with the bosses.
This isn't about the bosses.
This is about your enemies.
I told you before, someone has their sights on you.
Someone with real power who wants you gone no matter what line you toe.
Do you understand? I appreciate that.
But I won't be afraid of the unknown.
Can't live like that.
If you get something substantial, let me know.
If I learn anything, I'll be in touch.
- Raymond, hey, hey.
- Yeah.
Be in touch regardless.
Gasoline you set on fire You light the pyre that sets my soul to flames, I want to Feed you to the wolves, but I know You'll just haunt me.
I got a bad feeling about this, for real.
Ever since I woke up this morning.
Relax, Cyrus.
Eat your biscuits and gravy.
It'll calm your nerves.
This dude Belanger is bad news.
Where's your FBI backup? What if he spots them? Gets spooked.
He won't.
No one to spot.
I'm on my own here.
You're kidding.
It's like you said, we don't want to spook this guy.
If this goes wrong If this goes wrong, then we're both screwed, so calm down and eat your damn biscuits.
Uh, hey, Belanger.
Uh, this is my boy I was telling you about.
Ray Jones.
Okay, Ray Jones.
Why are we here? He say he got a piece of work lined up Cyrus, I'm talking to Ray.
Cyrus says that you're a wheelman.
Says you need reliable muscle for a job that starts tomorrow.
That's me.
And what qualifies you? Ever heard of âShock and Aweâ? Armored truck robberies out of Virginia.
Crew was no joke.
But you are.
Only people ever called that crew Shock and Awe were the freaking cops.
Hey, Cyrus, what is this? (stammers) Come on, Belanger, you know I wouldn't bring the cops to meet you.
Yeah, 'cause you know I'd do this.
Oh! (people gasping) Call 911 now! (sirens wailing) (tires screeching) (man shouts) Get out of the way! Get out of the way! (tires screeching) (sirens wailing) Hands where we can see them! Okay, okay, don't shoot.
NCIS:New Orleans 4x15 The Last Mile Boom, boom, boom, boom Bang, bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom, boom How, how, how, how Hey, hey You gotta come on.
(lock buzzes) Oh, my goodness.
- Raymond.
- Dwayne.
I appreciate you calling me, Francine.
You mind giving us a moment? Mm-hmm.
(lock buzzes) Busy day, huh? I know it looks bad.
Ah, well You were involved in the shooting of a federal informant.
They told me that Cyrus is gonna make it.
And you were arrested two miles away after engaging the suspect, Donny Belanger, in a high-speed chase.
I almost had him.
You were armed, but without credentials.
Neglected to identify yourself as an FBI agent.
They got my I.
D.
when they pulled my prints.
And you asked the arresting officers not to notify the New Orleans FBI field office, but instead call me.
Couldn't trust anyone else.
What exactly are you up to? A case.
Big one.
And, technically, the FBI doesn't know I'm working it.
Man in the hospital with a gunshot wound, suspect got away.
I have pull with NOPD, but not enough to keep this from your bosses.
Well, I was hoping that you could stall them long enough for us to find Belanger.
- Us? - Dwayne.
This is important.
I need your help.
PRIDE: Love what you've done with the place, Raymond.
It's very homey.
I have no intention of making a home here, Dwayne.
Aw, why? At least make it comfortable.
I When we're done with the case, I'll buy a plant.
This is what I've been working on.
Series of âlast-mile truck heistsâ pulled over the past two years.
And I've been working on this ever since I got down here.
Okay, so what are they Opioids.
Straight from the manufacturers.
The trucks are hit right before their drugstore deliveries.
Four-man takedown crews, targeting high-value drugs: oxycodone, hydromorphone, fentanyl.
$30 million worth.
Why haven't FBI and DEA investigated? Because it's under the radar.
Never the same crew, never the same jurisdiction.
And no single heist takes a haul large enough to warrant federal intervention.
But you think it's connected.
Case by case, there's not much to go on, but as a whole? Big picture? There's a pattern.
The getaway cars.
Always late model sedans, always fall off the grid a few miles from the heist, and always when they're headed in the same direction New Orleans.
What happened when you brought this to D.
C.
's attention? Tilting at windmills.
Jockeying for my old position back.
They told me to stay in my lane.
Uh-huh.
Heard that before.
But considering all the trouble you've been in, including today, maybe you should listen.
When I was a rookie someone close to me got injured on the job.
Got hooked on pills.
Devastated him.
Nearly destroyed his career and his life, and No, I-I can't let this sit.
Okay.
Okay, Raymond.
So, tell me, what happened at the restaurant? Belanger is hiring talent for a pharma truck heist.
Needs muscle fast.
It connects.
So you went solo, and Belanger pegged you as law enforcement.
He's the only lead I have to figuring out who's behind this.
I got to find him.
I need your team to do it.
You're asking us to join an unsanctioned FBI investigation with no NCIS ties? No.
I'm asking you to sanction it.
Look.
Petty Officer Todd Walsh, based out of Belle Chasse, died of an opioid overdose-- fentanyl.
You're thinking the pills came from one of these heists? Oh, I'm sure of it.
And that would make this an NCIS investigation.
LASALLE: Don't understand, King.
Petty Officer Walsh died six months ago-- how'd we land this case overnight? It was brought to my attention that Walsh's death might connect to the heists I sent your way.
- By who? - Isler.
Case is a political hot potato for him, so we're pinch-hitting.
Sounds like a political way of saying the FBI doesn't approve.
Should we be doing this after D.
C.
's finally off our ass? Well, Isler caught a raw deal getting sent down here.
He's helped us in the past, and we should do likewise.
And why not enjoy the sweet irony of him needing our help again? Gonna lord it over him for years.
I spent the morning crossing T's and dotting I's with the local New Orleans field office.
We're good to pursue the case.
Isler's cleared to join us.
Okay? What have you learned? Ms.
Loretta's looking into Walsh's overdose to see if it connects to one of these heists.
Patton's digging into Isler's research.
Maybe help us identify some of the suspects.
That leaves Donny Belanger, our missing driver.
And our only link to any of the heists.
SONJA: Belanger's a Louisiana native and NASCAR washout.
Turned his obsession for fast cars into a career as a getaway driver.
Did time for assault, grand theft auto, weapons possession.
Now, he's supposed to be serving probation in Lafayette, but he's been off the grid for months.
Yeah, I mean, there's been a few sightings in New Orleans, but nothing since yesterday.
I mean, this guy's really good at not being found.
Well, if we can't find him, what about his car, the Charger? Well, Sebastian processed the scene of the escape.
Pulled cameras from the area, but the trail went cold when Belanger blew through a fence and cut across a levee.
That's rough terrain for a factory sedan to be crossing at top speeds, especially after he took a 70-foot dive.
All right.
I'll meet Isler at the lab, see what Loretta and Sebastian came up with.
Meantime, keep on the hunt for Belanger.
Check on the BOLO.
Knock on doors.
He's out there somewhere.
WADE: I pulled Petty Officer Walsh's autopsy file and tox screen.
The chemical signature of the pills he took match those stolen from one of your heists in Tennessee.
I knew those drugs were coming into New Orleans.
Yes, and Walsh is not the only victim.
I pulled a half a dozen other fentanyl overdose files.
Those drugs are killing people.
- We'll shut them down, Loretta.
- Yeah, we better.
Otherwise, I'm gonna start running out of lockers.
ISLER: I hope that smile means you found me a lead, Special Agent Lund.
Uh, no.
This smile is 'cause I've been watching the greatest car chases in film history.
Thought you were supposed to be finding Belanger's car, Sebastian.
Yeah, I was.
I mean I am.
I-- right this-- yeah.
Right now.
This is research.
Here.
Uh, Belanger's jump, you know, was straight out of The Fast and the Furious.
Which one? Well, take your pick.
I mean, personally, my favorite, that's Fast Five.
'Cause that chase in Rio, remember? Man, that thing.
And then, Tokyo Drift on the other hand - But we digress.
- We do.
You're right.
The point is that there's no way that Belanger's Charger could have survived the impact from that dive unless it had been heavily modified.
Custom work.
Tons.
Talking, you know, reinforced frame, extended wheelbase, heavy-duty tires on heavy-duty wells How does this help us track Belanger? I don't think that the Charger entirely survived the jump.
I found motor oil at the impact site, probably from a-a cracked oil pan.
ISLER: Okay.
So it's leaking oil.
It is, but it's not just any oil.
Regal Purple 5W-30.
High viscosity for performance vehicles.
This is very hard to find, and it's very expensive.
You just don't pick this up at a Pep Boys.
So you're saying he needs this stuff.
Yeah, he can't get far without a new oil pan and a top-off.
ISLER: Okay.
So we're looking for an auto shop that sells Regal Purple but also performs specialty repairs on custom cars.
Yes.
And the good thing is that there are only three places in New Orleans where you can get that.
PRIDE: Ah, that's good work.
Let's divide and conquer.
Send me those, Sebastian.
LASALLE: There's the Charger.
Yeah.
Keep your eyes open.
Belanger can't be far.
BELANGER: Thought you were gonna put two guys on it.
- This is my best guy.
- Him? What, is he new? Donny Belanger? NCIS.
LASALLE: Hands where we can see them.
He's got a gun! (shouting) Don't move! (groaning) Pretty sure he ain't going anywhere, New York.
(grunting) Okay, Belanger.
Time to talk.
Unless one of you guys has a medical degree, I'm not saying a damn thing.
My arm is broken.
And I'm not feeling a lot of sympathy for the guy who shot my C.
I.
, and attempted to shoot two federal agents today.
This is police brutality.
PRIDE: EMTs stabilized your arm.
We'll get you a doctor as soon as you get us some names.
Everyone involved in these truck heists, or you take the fall alone.
Well, here's the thing.
I'm terrible with names, and I don't respond to threats.
This is not a threat.
You're looking at ten to 15 years, mandatory.
Consider me informed.
Now about that doctor.
You don't want to Oh, God! Hey, Ray.
Whoa, oh, wow.
That arm is a lot worse than I thought, Pride.
I think that bone is shattered.
Like I said, it needs attention.
Sure.
But not from just any doctor.
You need an expert orthopedist.
What are y'all talking about? Surgery, probably.
Otherwise you'll lose use of that arm.
They might even need to take it.
You know, the head of orthopedic surgery at LSU is a friend.
I could make a call to Dr.
Zura.
If you had a reason to.
If I had good reason to.
Yeah.
Look.
I don't know much.
Last week, this guy reaches out.
His name's Hal Cranston.
We did a bit at Angola together.
He says he's got a one-time job.
Big money, low risk, boosting pharma-grade opioids.
He said I'd be the wheelman.
He had muscle, needed one more guy.
When's this job going down? Supposed to meet up this afternoon, go over the plan.
Clearly, I'm otherwise engaged.
Now, about that doctor friend.
First, you're gonna tell us where and when the meet is.
Then we'll deal with the arm.
Hal Cranston's a stickup man by trade.
Served multiple stretches for armed robbery-- couple of jewelry stores, truck hijacking; smash and grab, mostly.
He's no criminal mastermind.
Yeah, scope of these drug heists is too complex for a thug like Cranston.
He's working for someone.
All right, so we bring him in, right? Get him to roll on his boss? We'll need leverage to do that.
Right now, all we got is Belanger's word.
PRIDE: We got something else.
Cranston needs a driver and a takedown man.
We can deliver both.
What are you thinking, King? I'm thinking Sonja has access to clean ATF covers.
You two go in as replacement driver and muscle.
Catch Cranston while planning the heist, force him to give up his boss.
Sounds like a plan.
- One small adjustment.
- Hmm? I'm going in as the muscle instead of Lasalle.
PRIDE: Raymond.
Listen.
Look.
I started this thing, I should be the one to see it through.
Right, but you were made within a minute at that diner.
You reek of cop.
Error in judgment yesterday.
It won't happen again.
Right.
'Cause you're not going undercover.
Look, I've been working on this on my own for months, putting the pieces to This is my case.
Technically, it's ours now.
Look, I'm not sitting back and letting anyone else be put in danger.
SONJA: Well, just to be clear, you wouldn't put Lasalle in danger, but I will be there, too.
PRIDE: Percy.
Hang on.
Operation carries a lot of risks, Raymond.
I am well aware of the risks, Dwayne.
This is too important to me.
Isler goes undercover with Sonja.
Gregorio, Christopher, we need recon at the meet.
Check out the location.
You're the backup.
Sebastian, we'll coordinate comms from here.
SONJA: I don't like this.
He's not ready.
Hey.
I'm standing right here.
Okay.
Look.
You have a few hours.
Get him ready.
What if I can't? Then it's your call to pull him.
Oh.
Well, I guess you're with me.
ISLER: I'm Alton Webber from Detroit.
I came to New Orleans ten years ago as a mud-man on the derricks.
I tore my ACL, lost my job, had to make ends meet.
I'm good with a gun, and I don't get nervous.
Bang, you're dead.
Hey.
Percy.
That was letter perfect.
Come on.
That's the problem.
You're all head and no heart.
Okay? It's not enough to say the words, you got to believe them.
(scoffs) And get rid of the hat, it's ridiculous.
(groans) I got this, all right? Not a question of your enthusiasm.
Look, we don't have time, okay? The meet happens in an hour.
Doesn't have to happen with you.
- Wa-Wait.
- Look, last person you worked with got shot at point-blank range.
- I'm in no hurry to take a bullet.
- Okay, look.
Hey, hey, I can do it again.
All right, let me do it again.
I can do it, I can do it better.
I'm focused, I'm in control, all right? I don't need focus and control.
I need you to say one authentic thing that tells me you're Alton Webber.
I like pills.
That's really how I lost my job.
After the injury, I was high all the time.
There was an accident on the derricks.
A man almost died.
It was because of me.
(clears throat) Look, I'm sober now, but, uh I-I almost lost everything.
Family, work.
Friends.
And that was 15 years ago, and I haven't had so much as an aspirin since.
Well, damn.
Where was that in Alton Webber's file? It wasn't.
I improvised.
Well, if we can get a little more of that, we might have a fighting chance.
Now let's go over it one more time.
Okay.
But this time with feeling.
I'm Alton Webber from Detroit.
I came to New Orleans ten years ago.
I don't like this position.
There's too much distance in case they need backup.
Only place with cover.
Otherwise, we get spotted.
I know it.
I just don't like it.
(camera beeps) We're set, Pride.
All right, signal's clear.
We got audio and visuals.
PRIDE: All right, everyone.
NOPD's a mile away.
This gets messy, we call in the cavalry.
Are we expecting messy? Not if Sonja did her job.
GREGORIO: Here comes the Charger.
Not sure what hurts more, my arm or my ears after hearing you strip my transmission.
Okay, first of all, it's not your transmission anymore.
Your gear is sticking.
You need to learn how to ISLER: Hey.
Stop talking.
Are you ready? You're late.
(train horn blows) Okay, they're in.
Whoa, whoa.
We just lost image and sound.
Christopher, Gregorio? What? We got nothing.
Lost contact with NCIS and the audio inside the building.
I don't know what's happening.
Well, I hope I'm gonna get a receipt for those.
Get your personal items back later.
The hell happened to you? Broke my arm.
I can see that, genius.
Got you the car like I said.
Tori here's the second-best driver in town.
Check out the size on my man, Webber.
(Cranston chuckles) Can't fault your work ethic, Belanger.
But you brought two strangers to the meet.
That's unacceptable.
(yells) And you you got five seconds to convince me you're not a cop.
Okay, hold on.
Let's take a beat there, friend.
I'm not your friend.
I don't know you, and this guy's got cop eyes.
Okay, well, we don't know you, either, but I thought that was the whole point of this job.
This is the part where you convince me you're on the level.
SONJA: Nah, we came here to do work.
Now, if you not offering that, we'll bounce.
Ain't that right, Alton? Five Why did we lost comms, Sebastian? I don't know, Cranston must have engaged some sort of short-range signal jammer inside the building.
Well, can you counteract it? Yeah, yeah, I'm trying, I'm trying.
That's four.
Tell him, Alton.
King, do you read me? King? Phones aren't working, either.
Dude, I wouldn't bring a cop.
Dude, we both know you'd do whatever it takes to save your ass.
LASALLE: All right, I'm pulling the plug-- we're going in.
No, no.
No, hold on.
Let's get eyes inside the warehouse first, see what's happening.
All right, you're right.
You can make me waste a bullet, but I won't waste time digging a grave.
Yeah? Then let's get to it.
Three, two, one.
Pull the trigger.
Time's up.
Just make sure you take me out.
See, I've been shot before, by an actual cop.
But he couldn't close the deal; I took his gun left him in a ditch.
Load of crap.
Let's play it out.
Where you going? (grunts) You're crazy, man.
(chuckles, snorts) I love it.
So we cool? Totally.
The both of you.
This job's gonna be a blast.
I had to prove a point.
No hard feelings? Whatever, man.
BELANGER: Somebody, somebody want to help me out here? I think you cracked my skull.
Suck it up.
We're on a schedule.
You stay put.
We got a job to do.
Uh, we-we doing the job now? Only way the boss does it.
We meet, hit the road, do the work.
No second-guessing, no loose lips.
Help me with the gear.
Looks like they're in.
Let's keep trying to get Pride.
We're good.
CRANSTON: All right, let's go.
Load up.
Pride.
Signal's back.
So, uh where is this job, anyway? No idea.
Charlie's gonna tell us everything.
Who's Charlie? The Wizard of frickin' Oz.
PRIDE: Christopher, Gregorio, you there? Yeah, we're here.
We lost you for a second.
Sebastian thinks that Cranston has some kind of a signal blocker.
It looks like Isler and Sonja are all right.
GREGORIO: Yeah, they're fine now.
They survived the interview.
LASALLE: But we got a problem, King.
The job is happening now.
As in now now, like right now? Yeah, now, now, Sebastian.
Well, we-we got to call NOPD.
We don't have much to charge them with.
Conspiracy, maybe.
LASALLE: There's something else you should know, King.
Cranston's getting instructions on a special phone from a guy named Charlie.
Yeah.
Seems like the shot caller on these heists.
What if we just let this play out? You-you want them to rob the truck? No, I want to get to Charlie.
If he's the boss and we can wrap him up in this, then Lasalle, Gregorio, let this ride.
But stay close.
(engine starts) You got it.
What are we gonna do with this guy? You leaving me here? Shut up.
NOPD's on their way to pick you up.
Gregorio! We got to move.
This is not cool at all.
Hey! This is not cool! These guys literally just met, and they're about to hijack a truck? Yeah.
Whatever this Charlie's doing it's been working for two years.
How can he keep his crews in the dark like this? He's gaming the system.
Sounds like you found something, P.
Yeah.
I went down the rabbit hole on each heist that Isler was investigating.
Evidence, police comms, escape routes.
They were all over the place-- through back roads, tiny towns.
That's how the getaway cars drop off the radar.
And when they resurface Always in a new jurisdiction.
Law enforcement loses Charlie's crews and they hand off across city, county, even-- look-- even state lines.
The crews know where the police are gonna be before the police do.
Maybe Charlie's some sort of a cop.
Maybe he's gaming the system, because he knows the system.
How to avoid detection, which drugs to steal, and what amount to steer clear of federal intervention.
A cop could also access encrypted police signals, guiding his crew around roadblocks.
Which he does using modified cars that can travel across any terrain.
All right, look, I'm gonna stay on the line with Lasalle and Gregorio.
You two dig deeper into Cranston.
If he's taking orders from a dirty cop Something in his past will point to who.
And we need to identify who before Sonja and Isler get in too deep.
All right.
Go.
SONJA: Look, we've been driving for over an hour.
How long are you gonna keep us in the dark? When I know where to stop, you will, too.
Is this some kind of scam you're pulling here? Hey.
Relax, big guy.
Charlie never lets me down.
CHARLIE: Good afternoon.
You've almost arrived at your destination.
Welcome to Gulfport.
Please continue down this road.
Like I said.
Target ETA is ten minutes out.
And what exactly is this target? Quiet.
Charlie talks, we listen; not the other way around.
GREGORIO: This thing's about to go down, Pride.
Are we gonna let it? PRIDE: Moment they pull the truck over, we've got them dead to rights.
LASALLE: They're armed to the teeth, though.
If we don't play this tight, things could go sideways fast.
CHARLIE: Get ready.
The target is closing in.
Three, two, one.
Hey! You move, I shoot! Understand? Hurry up.
Get in there.
Here.
Come on.
Come on.
Hurry up.
That's what we need.
Let's go! MAN: You ain't goin' anywhere! Drop your weapons now! I said drop 'em! So much for playing it tight.
Do it now or I'll smoke you.
(tires screech) NCIS! Look out! (groans) Gregorio! Get in the car! Get in the frickin' car now! (groaning) Gregorio! Are you with me? CHARLIE: Call went out.
60 seconds till the 12 arrive.
Drive.
What about Hicks? Just drive! (tires squeal) (Gregorio groans) Gregorio, you all right? I'm fine, I'm fine.
The vest took the slug.
(gasps) It hurts, though.
What about the Charger? Percy and Isler took off with Cranston.
They're gone.
(groaning) Tammy was shot? In the vest.
Cracked a couple ribs.
She's tough.
Well, we got to pull Percy and Isler out of there now.
We got to find them first, Sebastian.
We got no communication.
(sighs): Right, right.
And with Charlie helping Cranston avoid the police, it's gonna be even harder to track them down.
So we track Charlie instead.
I've been digging in Cranston's background.
I've been looking for any connection to any cops.
SEBASTIAN: That's a pretty big pool.
Plenty have arrested him, questioned him, testified against him.
Plus, Cranston moves around a lot, so there's a dozen different jurisdictions up here.
So we need to narrow it down.
Lasalle and Gregorio's surveillance mic recorded Charlie's voice just before the Charger got away.
Charlie said âthe 12â were 60 seconds out.
That's slang for law enforcement in the Atlanta area.
All right, so then we focus on Atlanta.
PRIDE: Yeah.
PATTON: Hey, I got something here.
FBI Special Agent Roger Driscoll.
SEBASTIAN: Driscoll.
Here he is.
Former agent, actually retired in 2015.
Before that, he was head of the resident agency in Macon.
Arrested Cranston for weapons possession a decade ago.
And then Cranston became Driscoll's C.
I.
, and they went after stickup teams across Georgia for years.
Yeah, means they had a close relationship.
Not only that, but Driscoll owns a property right outside of Lakeview.
All right, we need to get there fast.
Sebastian, you're with me.
No idea if Cranston made Sonja and Isler.
But if he did, they're in trouble.
Patton, keep Lasalle and Gregorio in the loop.
CHARLIE: Time for another detour, Cranston.
We need to get you off this main road.
Take the next left and pull behind the barbershop.
You'll need cover.
State police are approaching from the opposite direction.
(sirens wailing) How you doing back there? Fine.
ISLER: You're bleeding out.
You need a hospital.
What I need is an explanation.
What's NCIS? And why'd you warn them about Hicks? I wasn't warning them, I was warning Hicks.
Wait.
You still think I'm a cop? Cops would want to get me to a hospital.
Crooks would let me die.
You two, on the other hand still a question mark.
CHARLIE: You're clear.
Keep heading north.
Do what the man says.
Clear.
SEBASTIAN: Pride, I need you out back.
CHARLIE: Keep your speed under 65 to avoid unnecessary detection.
Continue down the frontage road.
Federal agents! Then once you cross the train tracks, you're in the clear for the next ten miles.
Well, this is where Driscoll's running the heists from.
Yeah, but he's not here.
But his equipment is.
Satellite tracking, communications.
It's all online right now.
He's probably logged in remotely.
Does that mean you can crack his system and find him? Yeah, with Patton's help, I can.
Well, get to it.
CHARLIE: In 500 yards, you'll turn off the frontage road.
Keep driving until you see the tires.
Then pull over.
Okay, Cranston, we're here.
And, look, we gonna have to have a little conversation about workplace etiquette.
Cranston, you hear me? He's dead.
Well, isn't that great? Why couldn't he have done that 30 miles back when we knew where the hell we were? Situation has much improved.
We're armed, and we're about to take down Charlie.
No, we about to back up out of these spooky-ass woods and find us some help.
Sonja, we're too close.
We can't turn around.
We have no way of contacting NCIS, which means we have no backup and no idea how many men Charlie's coming with.
I'll call Pride on this.
Do it on the drive.
CHARLIE: Welcome back.
After all the trouble in Gulfport, I'm sure you're ready to be done.
Bring me the merchandise, Cranston.
Now what? I'm gonna make the trade.
You gonna what? Cover me.
The minute he's back in the car, shoot out the tires.
(sighs) (exhales sharply) I got this.
You got to stop saying that.
Cranston's dead! But I have the take! Bring it here.
But move slowly.
Driver, back in the vehicle! Bad news about Cranston.
How'd it happen? Cops shot him.
DRISCOLL: Live by the sword, right? Anyway, deal's a deal.
Drop the bags.
Payment for services rendered.
Wait a minute.
Raymond Isler? Driscoll? Small world.
Hands up.
What's going on here, Driscoll? You tell me, Raymond.
You're gonna lower the weapon, now! Misjudging the situation here.
I've got the leverage right now.
I guess I should be flattered, Raymond.
My little side gig got you out in the field.
You know this guy? We used to work together.
Years ago.
They sent him to the Macon office after his nasty little drug addiction.
But it wasn't for long, was it? He got the corner office soon enough.
But me, I have a perfect record.
I got the boondocks for 30 years and a bad buffet lunch to say good-bye.
And now you're running heists.
Spent a career trying to get somebody in D.
C.
to pay attention to this opioid crisis.
No one listened.
So you decided to get yours, huh? Tell your girl to toss the weapon.
You're caught here, Driscoll.
We called in the moment we got here.
Backup's minutes away.
Communications are down.
There's not a cop within ten miles of this place.
You want to live, you'll follow my instructions.
Not gonna happen.
See, Percy here is NCIS.
Expert sharpshooter.
She can take you out at 1,800 meters.
You're as good as dead, Driscoll.
Well, I guess we'll find out.
(siren wailing) PRIDE: Hang on! (grunting) (gunshots) Isler, you okay? ISLER: Yeah.
(siren wailing) It's not the best time, but you should probably know that I get intense motion sickness when driving at high speeds over uneven roads.
Not now, Sebastian.
Yeah.
If Driscoll makes the main road, he's gonna outrun us.
(truck horn honks) He's gone.
All right, I need to take a seat real quick.
That was a little too fast and furious for me.
PRIDE: Oh.
(panting) Hail the conquering hero! SONJA: Ooh! You're alive! Whoa! - No hugging for four to six weeks.
- Okay.
Here.
- Thank you.
- Are you gonna be all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just, you know, my rib's a little sensitive.
Eh, that's not what you were saying on the way over here.
Complaining and whining the whole way.
That's because you hit every pothole in New Orleans.
Come on, take a seat, Tammy.
No, sitting's hard.
I'll just stand.
That's I'll lean, actually.
Le-Leaning's good.
I tried taking her home, but But I had to see for myself that you and Raymond actually pulled this off.
I know.
I mean Yes, Gregorio.
Somehow, we managed to stop the bad guys.
So you're back in the suit? I was feeling the leather.
Uh, no, no.
The-the leather's retired.
I have I've got a late flight to D.
C.
The bosses want to discuss my future.
Oh, off the bench and back in the game.
Congrats, Isler.
Yeah, don't forget about us when you're all, you know, big and important again.
(chuckles) Actually, on second thought, do forget about us Ah.
because when you're here, man, it's-it's complicated.
Well, you know, I don't know if I can make that promise.
Why don't you guys try staying out of trouble? Eh, I don't know if, uh, we can make that promise.
Yeah.
Hey.
Um, I had a lot of doubts about you, but you did good out there today.
Thanks, Percy.
Yeah, you exceeded my Well, they were low expectations, but still.
(chuckles) Yes.
Well, I always thought your greatest skill set was snark.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
But after what I witnessed today, you're as versatile a field agent as I've ever met.
This town ever gets too small for you, call me.
FBI can always use talent like yours.
Tie my head to the block and chop Shoot me dead when I tell you to stop Fake an exit that's all too grand Just to haunt me I heard D.
C.
called for you.
Figured you'd be on the first flight out.
Yeah, couldn't leave without saying good-bye.
Yeah, well, can't let you leave without, uh without a toast.
Hey.
Listen Lemon or lime? Lime.
For my club soda.
Percy, she told you about my past? No, no.
I had a feeling.
You took this case personally.
Plus, I've never seen you have a drink.
It's been 15 years.
Good for you.
You know, I couldn't have done any of this without you.
I owe you one.
You owe me nothing.
We're friends.
To you and your team and And to New Orleans! Ha! (chuckles) Okay, fine.
Just this once.
Mmm.
Ticktock, the clock is Listen, when I get back to Washington, I'll keep an eye out.
I'll warn you if there's any problems headed your way.
Raymond, I've been good with the suits for months.
Toeing the line.
No more beefs with the bosses.
This isn't about the bosses.
This is about your enemies.
I told you before, someone has their sights on you.
Someone with real power who wants you gone no matter what line you toe.
Do you understand? I appreciate that.
But I won't be afraid of the unknown.
Can't live like that.
If you get something substantial, let me know.
If I learn anything, I'll be in touch.
- Raymond, hey, hey.
- Yeah.
Be in touch regardless.
Gasoline you set on fire You light the pyre that sets my soul to flames, I want to Feed you to the wolves, but I know You'll just haunt me.