NCIS New Orleans (2014) s02e14 Episode Script
Father's Day
1 Pump it up Feel it Pump it up! (crowd cheering) That's right, my friends, it's Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday! (cheering, whistling) Time to cut it loose, get the Devil out ya! I want to send a big shout-out to my man, our host this evening, Mayor Hamilton.
Come on up here, Mr.
Mayor! Hey! Here he is-- John Cleary! (Hamilton whoops) How you doing? Yeah! All right, well, you know, New York has New Year's Eve.
And Boston's St.
Pat's has its charms.
But no one, no one knows how to party like we do.
Am I right? New Orleans! John Cleary! (whoops) Tom, you are a lucky man.
You're my chief of staff and you're married to this divine creature.
Huh? Oh, Mr.
Mayor, you are too kind.
Mm-hmm.
The city loves you, Doug.
Ah Now, that is some dress.
Devils only night.
Hmm.
Well, like Oscar Wilde always said: "I can resist everything except temptation.
" We got a whole lot of soul Yeah, oh, a little love Is that a new one? Yes, ma'am.
Just make sure he's back in an hour to shake the parade king's hand.
Copy that.
MONO's taking a breather.
My people keep a room for me.
It's right over there.
Oh Where's the sin in that? Mmm! A dare? Ooh, I like you.
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
Oh, baby Don't be so cruel Oh, oh (applause, cheering, whistling, whooping) Man, it's a good thing you done up in here, opening up the Tru-tone.
Oh, thanks, man.
Had to breathe some life back into the place for my mama.
Oh, she'd really be proud of you.
Thanks.
Hey, King, there's a guy out back that needs you to sign for a liquor delivery? Thanks.
Excuse me? We got it for you.
I know you got it for me.
Let's keep this party going.
Let's get down and dirty up in here.
One, two, three, oh! (music playing inside) Hello? (groans) NCIS:New Orleans 2x14 Father's Day Boom, boom, boom, boom Bang, bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom, boom How, how, how, how Hey, hey @elderman You gotta come on.
HAMILTON (distorted): Dwayne? (distorted): Dwayne? (grunting) (coughs) Hamilton? Dwayne So some party, huh? Got a feeling the party's just getting started.
Happy grand opening, King! WOMEN: Happy grand opening, Pride! (laughter) Oh, he's gonna just love it.
Where's Patton? He's supposed to bring the King Cake from Randazzo's.
SONJA: Called.
Late.
Ah BRODY: Finding that little baby inside the King Cake, yet another New Orleans tradition that I love! Right? It's so sweet.
Only Mardi Gras didn't start in New Orleans.
It started in Alabama.
Shut up.
Yeah the lore is Mobile had the big parties and big floats way before New Orleans.
"The lore"? (cell phones beep and chirp) Dead Marine and a wounded security guard at Landon Court Hotel.
Mayor's Soirée is there tonight.
Well, my invitation must've gotten lost in the mail.
Clearly.
Yeah, streets are packed.
Be easier to walk.
I'll get Pride and meet you guys there.
(crowd clamoring, music blaring) Just like to go on record as saying this is not my kind of party.
(heavy breathing) HAMILTON: Well, whoever you are, all hell is coming in here.
The mayor (wry laugh) and a Fed? That is, that is some poor planning, son.
Poor planning.
I'm not sure about that.
Something like this takes time.
Coordination.
Oh, the girl in the red dress.
"Girl"? She's your partner, wasn't she? What's the matter-- these digs too low-brow for her? Is that it? She's a constituent.
Wanted a private meeting.
Is there some way you'd like us to address you? You got a name? What the hell, Dwayne? (partygoers clamoring) Hey, Pride? Pride? He put up a fight.
Right about where your loafers are now.
The man who dropped this? I busk for tips.
Mardi Gras is my busiest night.
I was just taking a break when I saw this guy in a mask hit him with that, and then shove him in a car.
You get a license plate? (sighs) (camera clicking) See anyone near the body? Any witnesses? No, and the deceased was working for hotel security.
Moonlighting for the mayor's event, but he-- he's not one of ours.
And you are? Kelly Grace.
Mayor's press secretary.
This is Tom Bujei, Chief of Staff and Brad Curry is-- Brad Curry, Mayor's Deputy Counsel.
I'm the one who contacted the Feds.
Hang on, Brad, okay, we have bigger problems-- The problem is lying right in there, Tom-- the dead Marine.
Okay, everyone just take a step back.
Look, Mr.
Curry, tell the security to lock down the hotel.
No one in or out.
Thank you.
Ms.
Loretta? Uh, it's military I.
D.
He's Corporal Jason Alex, stationed at Bell Chase.
Cause of death? Whatever was in this.
Might be the same thing that drugged Officer Tate.
SONJA: Officer Tate, can you tell me what happened? (sighs) I saw the woman in the red dress run by.
I went back to find MONO.
And I felt a sharp pain in my neck.
"MONO"? Mayor of New Orleans.
(phone ringtone playing ragtime melody) (stammers) That's his phone.
I recognize the ringtone.
SONJA: The mayor's phone? (phone ringing) BUJEI: Yes, it's his.
He's missing.
Hello? We think he may have been kidnapped.
Wait-- Brody, what? What is it? Pride's been taken, too.
What did we do? Don't know.
Maybe nothing.
Well, either way a lot of folks love us, so they must've noticed that we're gone.
What? Mardi Gras? Oh.
So I mean, what is the camera for? What is that? Unless, I mean, Do you think it's-it's terrorism? Is it terrorism? Mr.
Mayor, you-- It's terrorism, isn't it? Hey! Hey, so is that why you have D-man out here with me, huh? Douglas Two of us? Are you a damn terrorist? Are you a damn terrorist?! Calm down.
I got a lot of rich friends.
Lot of rich friends.
Just tell us what you want.
Sir? Why are we here? To confess.
BRODY: All right, Patton, what do we got? Wait, just wait.
Okay, can't wait.
Pride's been kidnapped, the mayor's been kidnapped.
Cats and dogs-- know what I mean? Well, who's watching the bar? A silver-painted man and about a hundred of Pride's closest friends.
Cats and dogs? Okay.
The mayor and an NCIS agent get kidnapped on Mardi Gras.
This is too much of a coincidence.
Maybe someone trying to send a message? I dumped Pride's phone.
No threatening calls.
I checked with FBI, Homeland.
No terror threats or chatter.
Someone they both know then? Maybe-maybe a suspect from a past case.
I'll pull old cases and cross-reference them with Hamilton.
All right, my-my silver-painted friend said he saw a gray Ford sedan, license plate TSJ.
Track it, wide BOLO.
Roads, highways, airports.
Okay, I'm on it.
I called the FBI for support.
They're at least an hour out, 'cause of traffic.
Wait, if they can't get in, then maybe our-our kidnapper wasn't able to get out.
Cracking street cams.
Looking for this gray sedan.
It's gonna take some time.
Okay, we don't have time.
First hour of a kidnapping is crucial.
It's when things can go from bad to worse.
You don't think I know this? We're gonna find him.
LASALLE: Anyone claim responsibility? Any ransom demands? The only calls are from the press.
They want to talk to the mayor before he shakes the parade king's hand.
Which is less than an hour away.
So it would be great to resolve this sooner than later.
Look, I'm sorry, but it's a big deal.
Curry, you're deputy counsel? Know of any claims against the mayor? Anyone who's angry? No, and what makes you think this isn't about your guy? Well, we can debate character later.
All right, our best chance is to find this girl.
Do any of you know her? Talk to her? God, no! TATE: She knew just where to take him.
No surveillance in that alcove.
There's a service entrance nearby.
Ms.
Loretta? You still here? It's Mardi Gras.
My police escort needs a police escort to help me get Corporal Alex to the morgue.
But, while I wait, you see this swelling and rigidity around the eyes? Could be a reaction to the drug he was given.
We find out what kind of drug, and we figure out who had access to it.
I'll get it to Sebastian, get him started.
Thank you.
Keep me posted.
Got something! I think this is MONO's girl.
See the chick in the coat? Red sequins, that's her.
Good.
All right, we'll take the ballroom.
Your team has the floors.
I'll get this over to Patton, see if can get an I.
D.
Wait! Best not to involve too many people.
I mean, we don't want a citywide panic on Mardi Gras.
Absolutely, we need to keep this out of the glare of the media until we know what we're dealing with.
Hey, do us a favor.
Stop worrying about the PR.
And start worrying about the mayor and Pride's lives.
Do you think this is some sort of weird ritual or something? It's Mardi Gras-- it's the night before Ash Wednesday.
Everybody's got to atone.
Timing does seem right.
Well, what are we supposed to be confessing to? I mean, who is this guy, anyway? Is he some drug dealer that you pissed off? Is he a spy or something? Not sure he's an NCIS interest.
What is he doing back there? Douglas? Douglas listen to me-- you need to let me do the talking.
Oh, see, there you go selling me short again, Dwayne.
People like talking to me.
They tell me a lot of things.
How do you think I became mayor? The other candidate was flooding your district with drugs.
Yeah, well, I don't feel like talking about that right now.
Really? Yeah-- Shut up! Time to confess! Be helpful if you could tell us what we were guilty of.
What you think we're guilty of.
This is all a joke to you, isn't it Mayor? Douglas Hamilton, divorced, two kids-- Max and Sam, both at Ridgefield Prep.
Agent Dwayne Pride.
Also divorced, likes to sleep at work.
Daughter Laurel is at college.
Main dorm, room 23.
What have you done with them? Easy, Mayor.
Your families are safe for now, as long as I get what I want.
No.
I want a guarantee.
And I'm not gonna say a word until I get one! Now, some things come and some things go But there's one thing that stays for sure You think this is a militia? Maybe Hamilton's involved somehow? Well, Patton didn't find anything.
Has Pride been telling you something? Me? Of course not.
You know him better than I do.
Yeah, well, he talks to you, too.
Look, Pride is gone.
I'm worried, okay? Yeah, so am I.
On the inside.
Red sequins, 12:00.
Oh! Oh! (dinnerware clattering) (grunting with impacts) Federal agents! Stop! Put the knife down! Sure (grunting) (crowd cheering) What the hell are they clapping for? I think the three of us.
We'll be here every Tuesday night, hey! Happy Mardi Gras! You could leave now.
Free us.
We haven't even seen your face.
Don't know who you are.
You want to know who I am? All right, fine.
Recognize me, Mayor? But you do, don't you, Agent Pride? Mike Spar.
Yeah.
I remember.
You two know each other? We met when I was with the sheriff's office.
25 years ago.
Got looped into a NOPD case.
Victim was from my parish.
Had to deliver the death notification.
My first time.
"Your wife killed herself.
" That's what you said.
I never forgot you standing there with that little girl in your arms.
She's why we're here.
Your daughter? Stacey grew up thinking her mom abandoned her.
But we know that's not the truth.
You and I both know that he murdered her.
This has got to be some mistake.
Agent Pride may have been involved in whatever you think happened.
But not me.
I was in law school 25 years ago! Yes, and an alumni of Sigma Eta Omicron Fraternity! They had a Mardi Gras party at the Alastair Hotel! Party your wife attended the night she died.
I remember.
Of course you do.
You were part of the cover-up.
That's you.
You were part of the investigation.
You were there.
I was called to the scene of a suicide.
Told a woman with a history of depression had used a frat party as a means to end it all.
I "I accept "or reject a hypothesis based on evidence.
" Scientist's creed.
Should be a cop's, too.
Witness statements from five of Hamilton's fraternity brothers.
"Patricia acted crazy.
"Threatened she would kill herself.
Was alone when she jumped.
" Familiar names.
Yeah, they've all been appointed positions in Hamilton's administration! You think I killed your wife, because I did a couple of frat buddies some favors? You were on the guest list! But the cops never interviewed you! He never interviewed you.
Because I wasn't there! And I'm sorry to say this, but it sounds like your wife had some issues.
No, that is not true.
Doug Doug, take it easy! No, I'm saying-- Look, it's the type of thing that would force people to make a bad decision! I stayed at home with a baby, so she could go out with friends, do some networking.
It was Mardi Gras.
I said, "Go, have some fun.
" You know? And then you showed up at my door.
What are you thinking, Mike? I'm tired of playing games.
I know my rights.
I'm not saying anything.
Angela Goodwin.
Priors include possession and solicitation.
You're stepping it up to conspiracy, kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, murder? (Angela gasps) He said it was a joke.
Who? The guy who paid me $500 to flirt with the mayor and get him alone.
Getting the mayor alone.
That didn't strike you as strange? I've spent time with politicians and their friends.
They do strange things.
Look, the guy said he was a fraternity brother playing a prank.
No one was supposed to get hurt, I swear.
Did he tell you his name? No.
What'd he look like? Long, graying hair.
Sad, but nice.
He also had a beard.
I am telling you the truth.
I like the mayor.
I voted for him.
What's the plan here, Mike? You've got that gun and what? Murder two people? You're not this man, Mike.
(scoffs) You think you know me? Know you're angry.
Your daughter's hurtin'.
Both desperate for answers.
Been that way for too long.
Sorry.
That's not gonna change.
Pride never talked to me because I was never at that party.
You sure about that, Douglas? MIKE: That's you.
Where did you get this? Law school archives.
Took a couple years of digging, but it was there.
PRIDE: You lied.
With everything that's at stake.
That was damn reckless.
Ran Angela's description of the kidnapper through the hotel employee records.
No luck.
Anything on the party guests? Hotel security is still reviewing surveillance.
Look, Angela mentioned a fraternity prank.
Is there any chance whoever took the mayor is pulling one? There were a lot of pranks in my frat days, some crazy stuff, but I doubt anyone would do something like this.
(phone ringing) SEBASTIAN: Pentobarbital.
Sebastian? Hey, yeah, I got to the lab as soon as I could.
I'm designated driver for my new Krewe.
It's a Krewe Livre.
That's French for book.
They're-they're my book club.
I'm Mark Twain, obviously.
This is, uh, Flannery O'Connor, William Faulkner, Truman Capote Pentobarbital? Yeah, pentobarbital.
I think it's the drug that killed Corporal Alex.
I determined it based on the photos that Loretta sent me of Alex's eyes.
The swelling and muscle rigidity were caused by an allergic reaction malignant hyperthermia.
More, please.
It's, uh, it's also an anesthetic used in the cocktail for lethal injections.
And, uh I'm officially scared right now.
I mean, Pride's like a dad to me.
Even if he doesn't realize it.
Maybe he does realize it and he's just doing a reverse parenting thing, like Atticus Finch before Sebastian.
Yeah, um sorry.
The drug is made at compounding pharmacies.
So our kidnapper could be working at one.
Well, the twist is that there are secrecy laws that shield lethal injection suppliers.
Employee records are kept under wraps.
Well, then, we'll have to unwrap them.
All right, five pharmacies in the Gulf region provide pentobarbital.
We need to check employee names of every one of them and see if an of them connect with Pride or Hamilton.
PATTON: What in the hell would a pharmacist want with Pride anyway? BRODY: No idea.
Could be a developing interest he never had a chance to tell us about.
Seeing 75 employees who had clearance to handle the drug.
Cross-referencing NCIS cases, the mayor All right, what about that gray sedan? Partial license TSJ.
Checking DMV records.
BRODY: Good.
Because if one of them drives it, we're one step closer to finding Pride.
Why did I even think to trust you? It must be photoshopped.
(scoffs) It's not what you think.
Pick one, Douglas.
He means stop lying! Stop lying! Mike Confess! No! Mike, wait! Mike! (grunts) Mike, take it easy.
You can take this to the D.
A.
No, the D.
A.
rejected a request to reopen the case two weeks ago.
Get up! Get up! Say it! Mike You killed her! Say it! Mike! Mike, this won't help Stacey.
Don't do this.
Don't.
The mayor's gonna confess.
Confess! All right.
I was there.
PATTON: Of the pharmacists who had access to the drug that killed Corporal Alex, only one had a connection to Pride or Hamilton.
BRODY: Mike Spar.
Spar studied medicine and chemistry at Hamilton's Alma mater.
And he owns a gray Taurus, the one Pride was seen taken away in.
Uses his own car Doesn't sound like a criminal mastermind to me.
Uses a drug associated with lethal injection.
Sounds pretty James Bond to me.
Okay, so he went to Hamilton's school.
What's the connection to Pride? Running Spar's name against Pride's NCIS cases Nothing.
All right, let's go back farther than that.
Pride's old cases when he was working sheriff's deputy.
Got 'em, right here.
Mike Spar.
His wife committed suicide at a Mardi Gras party.
Pride's JPSO report states that he notified Spar.
All right, that's the connection.
PATTON: Spar's employee record lists his daughter as an emergency contact.
Trying to track her down.
Spar has a place on Dauphine.
His daughter could be there.
If Pride and Hamilton are still in the Quarter, it could be where Mike Spar took them.
We're closer.
I'll have SWAT meet me there.
You either lied because you killed her or you're protecting someone.
Oh, y-you're judge and jury now? Just a cop.
Doing what the cops should have done a long time ago.
So, Mardi Gras night, 25 years ago Help! Somebody help me! Help me! No one can hear you.
PRIDE: Mardi Gras night.
Tell me what happened.
All right.
I was there that night.
But I did not see what happened to his wife.
I left early, I swear.
Why'd you lie? A party like that? Where a girl dies? Not good, if you've got any political ambition.
More.
You're hiding something.
I know you were at that party.
I know you lied.
We get out of here, I'll figure out why.
There was a ritual, of sorts.
Behind closed doors.
You've heard the stories.
And if anybody knew I was there I mean, I would be destroyed.
You lied for 25 years because you were part of a sick fraternity ritual? HAMILTON: More like you were obsessed for 25 years, Mr.
Spar.
Not me.
I had to put this away.
BRODY: Entering Spar's house.
Stand by.
MIKE: Focus on my daughter.
But Stacey she was the one who couldn't move on.
She had to know the truth.
I told her her mother died in an accident.
She heard rumors and I told her to ignore them.
Let it go.
She was the one who-who spearheaded all of this? Yes.
What she saw it was too much for her.
She started numbing herself, drinking too much, getting into drugs.
I had to help her.
She took it on, didn't she? Had to.
Yeah.
When you're abandoned, there's a need to know.
Now we're going to work this case.
We're gonna work this for Stacey.
Mike, what you found in those files the evidence.
Patricia's injuries-- any signs of a struggle? Cops, uh, didn't focus on any of that stuff.
But we are.
Now, come on.
Prove the hypothesis.
While I start the autopsy on Corporal Alex, I want you to take a look at these.
Okay, what are they? Well, they're photos Brody found in Mike Spar's house.
It appears Spar and his daughter were investigating his wife's suicide.
Huh.
There.
Cuts, broken neck-- that speaks to the fall.
Huh.
This spiral fracture doesn't.
Spiral fractures usually don't happen in falls.
More like industrial accidents.
Or when someone twists someone else's arm in a fight.
Maybe Patricia struggled with someone before she went over the balcony.
Or she was pushed.
You think she was murdered? Douglas tell the truth.
Well, it'd be a whole lot easier if he got rid of that thing.
When I left the party, I might've remembered seeing some guys with his wife.
Part of the ritual? Get her alone, get her drunk.
She fights them off.
I told you I left early.
Wait.
The necklace.
When you saw her, was she wearing a necklace? (stammering): A pendant in the shape of a rose.
I don't remember.
It-it's not mentioned in the police report.
She was wearing one that night? I bought it for her the night our Stacey was born.
She never took it off.
Oh, wait, hold it.
One second.
All right, that necklace.
The rose, what did it have a sapphire? Yes.
Did you take it? No! But I think I know who did.
Oh, my God! This newspaper photo of the investigation.
Well, you're not gonna get much out of that body with the sheet on it.
No, it's not the body.
It's this.
This is a logo on the carpet near the body of the old Alistair Hotel.
The Alistair-- I never heard of it.
Yeah, 'cause it closed years and years ago.
The owners gutted it, but left some of it intact.
What did they build in its place? The Landon Court Hotel on top of and around it.
That's-that's where the mayor's party is.
And no one can figure out how Spar got the mayor out of there.
What if they never left? He-he-he somehow restrains the mayor, goes and gets Pride, then returns to the scene of the crime.
Where his wife died 25 years ago.
Sebastian I think Hamilton and Pride are still somewhere in that hotel.
I I didn't make the connection till he said the thing about the necklace.
A couple years ago, I was playing poker with some guys.
Fraternity brothers? (grunts) And one of them talked about a necklace.
Called it his trophy.
Said it represented what you can get away with if you know the right people.
You know where the necklace is? Uh-huh.
Who has it? Who killed my wife? Not until you let us go.
Douglas! Not a negotiation! Who has it?! Tell me! Or Agent Pride dies.
(crowd clamoring) This map is of the old Alistair Hotel.
A a hotel within a hotel? This is the medical examiner's theory? You got a better one? All right, Spar pays the girl.
And she lures Hamilton.
And then Spar attacks him and pulls him into this service entrance.
All right, so the storage closet where Corporal Alex's body was found, it looks like there's some kind of tunnel behind it.
But that doesn't explain how Spar got to Agent Pride.
This might-- Patton finally got a hit on the gray sedan seen leaving the bar.
It's parked on Madison Street.
Well, there's an old service entrance there.
Yep.
Spar restrains Hamilton, leaves through the service entrance to get Pride, brings him back, chaos of Mardi Gras, no one's the wiser.
It was kind of the perfect plan.
To what-- taking Pride and the mayor back to the scene of his wife's suicide? Guy's a psychopath.
Okay, we got to do this right.
Is there anybody this guys trusts? Family? Anyone we can get to talk to him, if he makes contact? He's got a daughter and he's trying to get in touch with her.
You need me.
And I'm not doing anything without him.
Tell me.
Listen, Mike God knows I'm no authority on parenting.
But I could learn a thing or two from you.
Yeah.
Like putting my kid's welfare before mine.
Just like you did with Stacey.
Stop.
She's the reason why we're here now.
And she's the reason why you need to let us go.
Stop.
Don't you want to see Stacey again? Never gonna see her again.
Why not? (huffs) She's dead, isn't she? (sobbing) PATTON: Bad news.
Spar's daughter died of a drug overdose.
When? Two weeks ago.
All right, thanks.
Daughter's dead.
Drug overdose.
So no family to talk Spar down? Nope, it's up to us.
All right, Percy and I will take the tunnel.
Tate, you got the service entrance.
TATE: Copy.
(grunts) (crying) He was never gonna let us go.
Change the plan.
It's been a suicide mission from the start.
Change it, Douglas.
How? Who has the necklace? Who killed Patricia? A name-- give him give him a name.
Political suicide, Dwayne.
An actual suicide.
And I am not saying a word with that thing on.
You selfish son of a bitch! I'll figure it out, Douglas.
We get out of here you know I will.
You know I will! Agent Lasalle, I'm closing the gap.
SONJA: This is it.
Down there.
Let's roll.
Let me see the picture.
Fourth guy from the left.
Tate? TATE: In position.
All she wanted.
Needed, really.
You think she knows we got him? Yes.
I believe she does.
They both do.
(wry laugh) Dwayne, cut me loose.
NCIS! Get your hands up! No, no, no, we're clear! Gun! No! Pride! Pride! Pride, are you hurt? You hit? Talk to me! Look, can you sit up? It was a camera, not a gun.
He was just trying to be a good dad.
Mayor You're sure you're okay to continue with the night? Don't I look okay, Tom? You look great! (chuckles) Handsome.
(laughs) Refreshed, even.
Thank you, Kelly.
If I may so, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, the parade king three minutes-- gotta shake his hand.
Yeah, yeah, uh, just one sec.
One second.
Be right back.
Hey, Dwayne? Well, I thought you'd be off celebrating your grand opening.
You let it get awfully close there, Douglas.
I saved your life, nonetheless.
You could say that.
Where's the video? It's safe.
Mm.
Well, I want it destroyed, Dwayne.
Happy Mardi Gras, Mr.
Mayor.
You, too.
LASALLE: Ms.
Bujei? That is a very pretty necklace.
Is it a gift from your husband? Why do I get the feeling you already know the answer to that question? Tom, what is going on here? These officers want to ask him some questions about the murder of Patricia Spar.
Moving up higher and higher and I know That God is watching us (crowd clamoring) Hey, everybody, look who we found! Dad! WADE: Well uh, he was a little worried about you.
As was I.
Thanks for finding me, boo.
Hey, Patton! My man, my man! Yeah, hey we have been saving this for you, man.
"We"? I.
He couldn't keep his hands off this thing.
LASALLE: Triple teaming.
Come on, man.
Is that right? Whoever gets the baby has health and prosperity for the next year.
All right, well, it sounds good to me.
(sighs deeply) I'm in.
@elderman
Come on up here, Mr.
Mayor! Hey! Here he is-- John Cleary! (Hamilton whoops) How you doing? Yeah! All right, well, you know, New York has New Year's Eve.
And Boston's St.
Pat's has its charms.
But no one, no one knows how to party like we do.
Am I right? New Orleans! John Cleary! (whoops) Tom, you are a lucky man.
You're my chief of staff and you're married to this divine creature.
Huh? Oh, Mr.
Mayor, you are too kind.
Mm-hmm.
The city loves you, Doug.
Ah Now, that is some dress.
Devils only night.
Hmm.
Well, like Oscar Wilde always said: "I can resist everything except temptation.
" We got a whole lot of soul Yeah, oh, a little love Is that a new one? Yes, ma'am.
Just make sure he's back in an hour to shake the parade king's hand.
Copy that.
MONO's taking a breather.
My people keep a room for me.
It's right over there.
Oh Where's the sin in that? Mmm! A dare? Ooh, I like you.
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
Oh, baby Don't be so cruel Oh, oh (applause, cheering, whistling, whooping) Man, it's a good thing you done up in here, opening up the Tru-tone.
Oh, thanks, man.
Had to breathe some life back into the place for my mama.
Oh, she'd really be proud of you.
Thanks.
Hey, King, there's a guy out back that needs you to sign for a liquor delivery? Thanks.
Excuse me? We got it for you.
I know you got it for me.
Let's keep this party going.
Let's get down and dirty up in here.
One, two, three, oh! (music playing inside) Hello? (groans) NCIS:New Orleans 2x14 Father's Day Boom, boom, boom, boom Bang, bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom, boom How, how, how, how Hey, hey @elderman You gotta come on.
HAMILTON (distorted): Dwayne? (distorted): Dwayne? (grunting) (coughs) Hamilton? Dwayne So some party, huh? Got a feeling the party's just getting started.
Happy grand opening, King! WOMEN: Happy grand opening, Pride! (laughter) Oh, he's gonna just love it.
Where's Patton? He's supposed to bring the King Cake from Randazzo's.
SONJA: Called.
Late.
Ah BRODY: Finding that little baby inside the King Cake, yet another New Orleans tradition that I love! Right? It's so sweet.
Only Mardi Gras didn't start in New Orleans.
It started in Alabama.
Shut up.
Yeah the lore is Mobile had the big parties and big floats way before New Orleans.
"The lore"? (cell phones beep and chirp) Dead Marine and a wounded security guard at Landon Court Hotel.
Mayor's Soirée is there tonight.
Well, my invitation must've gotten lost in the mail.
Clearly.
Yeah, streets are packed.
Be easier to walk.
I'll get Pride and meet you guys there.
(crowd clamoring, music blaring) Just like to go on record as saying this is not my kind of party.
(heavy breathing) HAMILTON: Well, whoever you are, all hell is coming in here.
The mayor (wry laugh) and a Fed? That is, that is some poor planning, son.
Poor planning.
I'm not sure about that.
Something like this takes time.
Coordination.
Oh, the girl in the red dress.
"Girl"? She's your partner, wasn't she? What's the matter-- these digs too low-brow for her? Is that it? She's a constituent.
Wanted a private meeting.
Is there some way you'd like us to address you? You got a name? What the hell, Dwayne? (partygoers clamoring) Hey, Pride? Pride? He put up a fight.
Right about where your loafers are now.
The man who dropped this? I busk for tips.
Mardi Gras is my busiest night.
I was just taking a break when I saw this guy in a mask hit him with that, and then shove him in a car.
You get a license plate? (sighs) (camera clicking) See anyone near the body? Any witnesses? No, and the deceased was working for hotel security.
Moonlighting for the mayor's event, but he-- he's not one of ours.
And you are? Kelly Grace.
Mayor's press secretary.
This is Tom Bujei, Chief of Staff and Brad Curry is-- Brad Curry, Mayor's Deputy Counsel.
I'm the one who contacted the Feds.
Hang on, Brad, okay, we have bigger problems-- The problem is lying right in there, Tom-- the dead Marine.
Okay, everyone just take a step back.
Look, Mr.
Curry, tell the security to lock down the hotel.
No one in or out.
Thank you.
Ms.
Loretta? Uh, it's military I.
D.
He's Corporal Jason Alex, stationed at Bell Chase.
Cause of death? Whatever was in this.
Might be the same thing that drugged Officer Tate.
SONJA: Officer Tate, can you tell me what happened? (sighs) I saw the woman in the red dress run by.
I went back to find MONO.
And I felt a sharp pain in my neck.
"MONO"? Mayor of New Orleans.
(phone ringtone playing ragtime melody) (stammers) That's his phone.
I recognize the ringtone.
SONJA: The mayor's phone? (phone ringing) BUJEI: Yes, it's his.
He's missing.
Hello? We think he may have been kidnapped.
Wait-- Brody, what? What is it? Pride's been taken, too.
What did we do? Don't know.
Maybe nothing.
Well, either way a lot of folks love us, so they must've noticed that we're gone.
What? Mardi Gras? Oh.
So I mean, what is the camera for? What is that? Unless, I mean, Do you think it's-it's terrorism? Is it terrorism? Mr.
Mayor, you-- It's terrorism, isn't it? Hey! Hey, so is that why you have D-man out here with me, huh? Douglas Two of us? Are you a damn terrorist? Are you a damn terrorist?! Calm down.
I got a lot of rich friends.
Lot of rich friends.
Just tell us what you want.
Sir? Why are we here? To confess.
BRODY: All right, Patton, what do we got? Wait, just wait.
Okay, can't wait.
Pride's been kidnapped, the mayor's been kidnapped.
Cats and dogs-- know what I mean? Well, who's watching the bar? A silver-painted man and about a hundred of Pride's closest friends.
Cats and dogs? Okay.
The mayor and an NCIS agent get kidnapped on Mardi Gras.
This is too much of a coincidence.
Maybe someone trying to send a message? I dumped Pride's phone.
No threatening calls.
I checked with FBI, Homeland.
No terror threats or chatter.
Someone they both know then? Maybe-maybe a suspect from a past case.
I'll pull old cases and cross-reference them with Hamilton.
All right, my-my silver-painted friend said he saw a gray Ford sedan, license plate TSJ.
Track it, wide BOLO.
Roads, highways, airports.
Okay, I'm on it.
I called the FBI for support.
They're at least an hour out, 'cause of traffic.
Wait, if they can't get in, then maybe our-our kidnapper wasn't able to get out.
Cracking street cams.
Looking for this gray sedan.
It's gonna take some time.
Okay, we don't have time.
First hour of a kidnapping is crucial.
It's when things can go from bad to worse.
You don't think I know this? We're gonna find him.
LASALLE: Anyone claim responsibility? Any ransom demands? The only calls are from the press.
They want to talk to the mayor before he shakes the parade king's hand.
Which is less than an hour away.
So it would be great to resolve this sooner than later.
Look, I'm sorry, but it's a big deal.
Curry, you're deputy counsel? Know of any claims against the mayor? Anyone who's angry? No, and what makes you think this isn't about your guy? Well, we can debate character later.
All right, our best chance is to find this girl.
Do any of you know her? Talk to her? God, no! TATE: She knew just where to take him.
No surveillance in that alcove.
There's a service entrance nearby.
Ms.
Loretta? You still here? It's Mardi Gras.
My police escort needs a police escort to help me get Corporal Alex to the morgue.
But, while I wait, you see this swelling and rigidity around the eyes? Could be a reaction to the drug he was given.
We find out what kind of drug, and we figure out who had access to it.
I'll get it to Sebastian, get him started.
Thank you.
Keep me posted.
Got something! I think this is MONO's girl.
See the chick in the coat? Red sequins, that's her.
Good.
All right, we'll take the ballroom.
Your team has the floors.
I'll get this over to Patton, see if can get an I.
D.
Wait! Best not to involve too many people.
I mean, we don't want a citywide panic on Mardi Gras.
Absolutely, we need to keep this out of the glare of the media until we know what we're dealing with.
Hey, do us a favor.
Stop worrying about the PR.
And start worrying about the mayor and Pride's lives.
Do you think this is some sort of weird ritual or something? It's Mardi Gras-- it's the night before Ash Wednesday.
Everybody's got to atone.
Timing does seem right.
Well, what are we supposed to be confessing to? I mean, who is this guy, anyway? Is he some drug dealer that you pissed off? Is he a spy or something? Not sure he's an NCIS interest.
What is he doing back there? Douglas? Douglas listen to me-- you need to let me do the talking.
Oh, see, there you go selling me short again, Dwayne.
People like talking to me.
They tell me a lot of things.
How do you think I became mayor? The other candidate was flooding your district with drugs.
Yeah, well, I don't feel like talking about that right now.
Really? Yeah-- Shut up! Time to confess! Be helpful if you could tell us what we were guilty of.
What you think we're guilty of.
This is all a joke to you, isn't it Mayor? Douglas Hamilton, divorced, two kids-- Max and Sam, both at Ridgefield Prep.
Agent Dwayne Pride.
Also divorced, likes to sleep at work.
Daughter Laurel is at college.
Main dorm, room 23.
What have you done with them? Easy, Mayor.
Your families are safe for now, as long as I get what I want.
No.
I want a guarantee.
And I'm not gonna say a word until I get one! Now, some things come and some things go But there's one thing that stays for sure You think this is a militia? Maybe Hamilton's involved somehow? Well, Patton didn't find anything.
Has Pride been telling you something? Me? Of course not.
You know him better than I do.
Yeah, well, he talks to you, too.
Look, Pride is gone.
I'm worried, okay? Yeah, so am I.
On the inside.
Red sequins, 12:00.
Oh! Oh! (dinnerware clattering) (grunting with impacts) Federal agents! Stop! Put the knife down! Sure (grunting) (crowd cheering) What the hell are they clapping for? I think the three of us.
We'll be here every Tuesday night, hey! Happy Mardi Gras! You could leave now.
Free us.
We haven't even seen your face.
Don't know who you are.
You want to know who I am? All right, fine.
Recognize me, Mayor? But you do, don't you, Agent Pride? Mike Spar.
Yeah.
I remember.
You two know each other? We met when I was with the sheriff's office.
25 years ago.
Got looped into a NOPD case.
Victim was from my parish.
Had to deliver the death notification.
My first time.
"Your wife killed herself.
" That's what you said.
I never forgot you standing there with that little girl in your arms.
She's why we're here.
Your daughter? Stacey grew up thinking her mom abandoned her.
But we know that's not the truth.
You and I both know that he murdered her.
This has got to be some mistake.
Agent Pride may have been involved in whatever you think happened.
But not me.
I was in law school 25 years ago! Yes, and an alumni of Sigma Eta Omicron Fraternity! They had a Mardi Gras party at the Alastair Hotel! Party your wife attended the night she died.
I remember.
Of course you do.
You were part of the cover-up.
That's you.
You were part of the investigation.
You were there.
I was called to the scene of a suicide.
Told a woman with a history of depression had used a frat party as a means to end it all.
I "I accept "or reject a hypothesis based on evidence.
" Scientist's creed.
Should be a cop's, too.
Witness statements from five of Hamilton's fraternity brothers.
"Patricia acted crazy.
"Threatened she would kill herself.
Was alone when she jumped.
" Familiar names.
Yeah, they've all been appointed positions in Hamilton's administration! You think I killed your wife, because I did a couple of frat buddies some favors? You were on the guest list! But the cops never interviewed you! He never interviewed you.
Because I wasn't there! And I'm sorry to say this, but it sounds like your wife had some issues.
No, that is not true.
Doug Doug, take it easy! No, I'm saying-- Look, it's the type of thing that would force people to make a bad decision! I stayed at home with a baby, so she could go out with friends, do some networking.
It was Mardi Gras.
I said, "Go, have some fun.
" You know? And then you showed up at my door.
What are you thinking, Mike? I'm tired of playing games.
I know my rights.
I'm not saying anything.
Angela Goodwin.
Priors include possession and solicitation.
You're stepping it up to conspiracy, kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, murder? (Angela gasps) He said it was a joke.
Who? The guy who paid me $500 to flirt with the mayor and get him alone.
Getting the mayor alone.
That didn't strike you as strange? I've spent time with politicians and their friends.
They do strange things.
Look, the guy said he was a fraternity brother playing a prank.
No one was supposed to get hurt, I swear.
Did he tell you his name? No.
What'd he look like? Long, graying hair.
Sad, but nice.
He also had a beard.
I am telling you the truth.
I like the mayor.
I voted for him.
What's the plan here, Mike? You've got that gun and what? Murder two people? You're not this man, Mike.
(scoffs) You think you know me? Know you're angry.
Your daughter's hurtin'.
Both desperate for answers.
Been that way for too long.
Sorry.
That's not gonna change.
Pride never talked to me because I was never at that party.
You sure about that, Douglas? MIKE: That's you.
Where did you get this? Law school archives.
Took a couple years of digging, but it was there.
PRIDE: You lied.
With everything that's at stake.
That was damn reckless.
Ran Angela's description of the kidnapper through the hotel employee records.
No luck.
Anything on the party guests? Hotel security is still reviewing surveillance.
Look, Angela mentioned a fraternity prank.
Is there any chance whoever took the mayor is pulling one? There were a lot of pranks in my frat days, some crazy stuff, but I doubt anyone would do something like this.
(phone ringing) SEBASTIAN: Pentobarbital.
Sebastian? Hey, yeah, I got to the lab as soon as I could.
I'm designated driver for my new Krewe.
It's a Krewe Livre.
That's French for book.
They're-they're my book club.
I'm Mark Twain, obviously.
This is, uh, Flannery O'Connor, William Faulkner, Truman Capote Pentobarbital? Yeah, pentobarbital.
I think it's the drug that killed Corporal Alex.
I determined it based on the photos that Loretta sent me of Alex's eyes.
The swelling and muscle rigidity were caused by an allergic reaction malignant hyperthermia.
More, please.
It's, uh, it's also an anesthetic used in the cocktail for lethal injections.
And, uh I'm officially scared right now.
I mean, Pride's like a dad to me.
Even if he doesn't realize it.
Maybe he does realize it and he's just doing a reverse parenting thing, like Atticus Finch before Sebastian.
Yeah, um sorry.
The drug is made at compounding pharmacies.
So our kidnapper could be working at one.
Well, the twist is that there are secrecy laws that shield lethal injection suppliers.
Employee records are kept under wraps.
Well, then, we'll have to unwrap them.
All right, five pharmacies in the Gulf region provide pentobarbital.
We need to check employee names of every one of them and see if an of them connect with Pride or Hamilton.
PATTON: What in the hell would a pharmacist want with Pride anyway? BRODY: No idea.
Could be a developing interest he never had a chance to tell us about.
Seeing 75 employees who had clearance to handle the drug.
Cross-referencing NCIS cases, the mayor All right, what about that gray sedan? Partial license TSJ.
Checking DMV records.
BRODY: Good.
Because if one of them drives it, we're one step closer to finding Pride.
Why did I even think to trust you? It must be photoshopped.
(scoffs) It's not what you think.
Pick one, Douglas.
He means stop lying! Stop lying! Mike Confess! No! Mike, wait! Mike! (grunts) Mike, take it easy.
You can take this to the D.
A.
No, the D.
A.
rejected a request to reopen the case two weeks ago.
Get up! Get up! Say it! Mike You killed her! Say it! Mike! Mike, this won't help Stacey.
Don't do this.
Don't.
The mayor's gonna confess.
Confess! All right.
I was there.
PATTON: Of the pharmacists who had access to the drug that killed Corporal Alex, only one had a connection to Pride or Hamilton.
BRODY: Mike Spar.
Spar studied medicine and chemistry at Hamilton's Alma mater.
And he owns a gray Taurus, the one Pride was seen taken away in.
Uses his own car Doesn't sound like a criminal mastermind to me.
Uses a drug associated with lethal injection.
Sounds pretty James Bond to me.
Okay, so he went to Hamilton's school.
What's the connection to Pride? Running Spar's name against Pride's NCIS cases Nothing.
All right, let's go back farther than that.
Pride's old cases when he was working sheriff's deputy.
Got 'em, right here.
Mike Spar.
His wife committed suicide at a Mardi Gras party.
Pride's JPSO report states that he notified Spar.
All right, that's the connection.
PATTON: Spar's employee record lists his daughter as an emergency contact.
Trying to track her down.
Spar has a place on Dauphine.
His daughter could be there.
If Pride and Hamilton are still in the Quarter, it could be where Mike Spar took them.
We're closer.
I'll have SWAT meet me there.
You either lied because you killed her or you're protecting someone.
Oh, y-you're judge and jury now? Just a cop.
Doing what the cops should have done a long time ago.
So, Mardi Gras night, 25 years ago Help! Somebody help me! Help me! No one can hear you.
PRIDE: Mardi Gras night.
Tell me what happened.
All right.
I was there that night.
But I did not see what happened to his wife.
I left early, I swear.
Why'd you lie? A party like that? Where a girl dies? Not good, if you've got any political ambition.
More.
You're hiding something.
I know you were at that party.
I know you lied.
We get out of here, I'll figure out why.
There was a ritual, of sorts.
Behind closed doors.
You've heard the stories.
And if anybody knew I was there I mean, I would be destroyed.
You lied for 25 years because you were part of a sick fraternity ritual? HAMILTON: More like you were obsessed for 25 years, Mr.
Spar.
Not me.
I had to put this away.
BRODY: Entering Spar's house.
Stand by.
MIKE: Focus on my daughter.
But Stacey she was the one who couldn't move on.
She had to know the truth.
I told her her mother died in an accident.
She heard rumors and I told her to ignore them.
Let it go.
She was the one who-who spearheaded all of this? Yes.
What she saw it was too much for her.
She started numbing herself, drinking too much, getting into drugs.
I had to help her.
She took it on, didn't she? Had to.
Yeah.
When you're abandoned, there's a need to know.
Now we're going to work this case.
We're gonna work this for Stacey.
Mike, what you found in those files the evidence.
Patricia's injuries-- any signs of a struggle? Cops, uh, didn't focus on any of that stuff.
But we are.
Now, come on.
Prove the hypothesis.
While I start the autopsy on Corporal Alex, I want you to take a look at these.
Okay, what are they? Well, they're photos Brody found in Mike Spar's house.
It appears Spar and his daughter were investigating his wife's suicide.
Huh.
There.
Cuts, broken neck-- that speaks to the fall.
Huh.
This spiral fracture doesn't.
Spiral fractures usually don't happen in falls.
More like industrial accidents.
Or when someone twists someone else's arm in a fight.
Maybe Patricia struggled with someone before she went over the balcony.
Or she was pushed.
You think she was murdered? Douglas tell the truth.
Well, it'd be a whole lot easier if he got rid of that thing.
When I left the party, I might've remembered seeing some guys with his wife.
Part of the ritual? Get her alone, get her drunk.
She fights them off.
I told you I left early.
Wait.
The necklace.
When you saw her, was she wearing a necklace? (stammering): A pendant in the shape of a rose.
I don't remember.
It-it's not mentioned in the police report.
She was wearing one that night? I bought it for her the night our Stacey was born.
She never took it off.
Oh, wait, hold it.
One second.
All right, that necklace.
The rose, what did it have a sapphire? Yes.
Did you take it? No! But I think I know who did.
Oh, my God! This newspaper photo of the investigation.
Well, you're not gonna get much out of that body with the sheet on it.
No, it's not the body.
It's this.
This is a logo on the carpet near the body of the old Alistair Hotel.
The Alistair-- I never heard of it.
Yeah, 'cause it closed years and years ago.
The owners gutted it, but left some of it intact.
What did they build in its place? The Landon Court Hotel on top of and around it.
That's-that's where the mayor's party is.
And no one can figure out how Spar got the mayor out of there.
What if they never left? He-he-he somehow restrains the mayor, goes and gets Pride, then returns to the scene of the crime.
Where his wife died 25 years ago.
Sebastian I think Hamilton and Pride are still somewhere in that hotel.
I I didn't make the connection till he said the thing about the necklace.
A couple years ago, I was playing poker with some guys.
Fraternity brothers? (grunts) And one of them talked about a necklace.
Called it his trophy.
Said it represented what you can get away with if you know the right people.
You know where the necklace is? Uh-huh.
Who has it? Who killed my wife? Not until you let us go.
Douglas! Not a negotiation! Who has it?! Tell me! Or Agent Pride dies.
(crowd clamoring) This map is of the old Alistair Hotel.
A a hotel within a hotel? This is the medical examiner's theory? You got a better one? All right, Spar pays the girl.
And she lures Hamilton.
And then Spar attacks him and pulls him into this service entrance.
All right, so the storage closet where Corporal Alex's body was found, it looks like there's some kind of tunnel behind it.
But that doesn't explain how Spar got to Agent Pride.
This might-- Patton finally got a hit on the gray sedan seen leaving the bar.
It's parked on Madison Street.
Well, there's an old service entrance there.
Yep.
Spar restrains Hamilton, leaves through the service entrance to get Pride, brings him back, chaos of Mardi Gras, no one's the wiser.
It was kind of the perfect plan.
To what-- taking Pride and the mayor back to the scene of his wife's suicide? Guy's a psychopath.
Okay, we got to do this right.
Is there anybody this guys trusts? Family? Anyone we can get to talk to him, if he makes contact? He's got a daughter and he's trying to get in touch with her.
You need me.
And I'm not doing anything without him.
Tell me.
Listen, Mike God knows I'm no authority on parenting.
But I could learn a thing or two from you.
Yeah.
Like putting my kid's welfare before mine.
Just like you did with Stacey.
Stop.
She's the reason why we're here now.
And she's the reason why you need to let us go.
Stop.
Don't you want to see Stacey again? Never gonna see her again.
Why not? (huffs) She's dead, isn't she? (sobbing) PATTON: Bad news.
Spar's daughter died of a drug overdose.
When? Two weeks ago.
All right, thanks.
Daughter's dead.
Drug overdose.
So no family to talk Spar down? Nope, it's up to us.
All right, Percy and I will take the tunnel.
Tate, you got the service entrance.
TATE: Copy.
(grunts) (crying) He was never gonna let us go.
Change the plan.
It's been a suicide mission from the start.
Change it, Douglas.
How? Who has the necklace? Who killed Patricia? A name-- give him give him a name.
Political suicide, Dwayne.
An actual suicide.
And I am not saying a word with that thing on.
You selfish son of a bitch! I'll figure it out, Douglas.
We get out of here you know I will.
You know I will! Agent Lasalle, I'm closing the gap.
SONJA: This is it.
Down there.
Let's roll.
Let me see the picture.
Fourth guy from the left.
Tate? TATE: In position.
All she wanted.
Needed, really.
You think she knows we got him? Yes.
I believe she does.
They both do.
(wry laugh) Dwayne, cut me loose.
NCIS! Get your hands up! No, no, no, we're clear! Gun! No! Pride! Pride! Pride, are you hurt? You hit? Talk to me! Look, can you sit up? It was a camera, not a gun.
He was just trying to be a good dad.
Mayor You're sure you're okay to continue with the night? Don't I look okay, Tom? You look great! (chuckles) Handsome.
(laughs) Refreshed, even.
Thank you, Kelly.
If I may so, sir.
Thank you.
Sir, the parade king three minutes-- gotta shake his hand.
Yeah, yeah, uh, just one sec.
One second.
Be right back.
Hey, Dwayne? Well, I thought you'd be off celebrating your grand opening.
You let it get awfully close there, Douglas.
I saved your life, nonetheless.
You could say that.
Where's the video? It's safe.
Mm.
Well, I want it destroyed, Dwayne.
Happy Mardi Gras, Mr.
Mayor.
You, too.
LASALLE: Ms.
Bujei? That is a very pretty necklace.
Is it a gift from your husband? Why do I get the feeling you already know the answer to that question? Tom, what is going on here? These officers want to ask him some questions about the murder of Patricia Spar.
Moving up higher and higher and I know That God is watching us (crowd clamoring) Hey, everybody, look who we found! Dad! WADE: Well uh, he was a little worried about you.
As was I.
Thanks for finding me, boo.
Hey, Patton! My man, my man! Yeah, hey we have been saving this for you, man.
"We"? I.
He couldn't keep his hands off this thing.
LASALLE: Triple teaming.
Come on, man.
Is that right? Whoever gets the baby has health and prosperity for the next year.
All right, well, it sounds good to me.
(sighs deeply) I'm in.
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