NCIS New Orleans (2014) s02e20 Episode Script
Second Line
1 (Dixieland band playing "When the Saints Go Marching In") (camera shutter clicks) (groans) (grunting, groaning) (man gasping) NCIS:New Orleans 2x20 Second Line Boom, boom, boom, boom Bang, bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom, boom How, how, how, how Hey, hey @elderman You gotta come on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, you never walked one of these? How long you live here? Long enough to know it's not for me.
Look, now don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good party, just not when someone dies.
That is not the point.
Second Lines celebrate living.
It's a cultural tradition.
Hell, I grew up with 'em.
Taught me to appreciate life.
Yeah, well, where I grew up, you live, you die, you get married.
No fuss, no muss.
And besides, I appreciate life just fine, thank you.
Oh, sure you do.
You live, you party, meet some girl, party some more.
No fuss, no muss.
Something like that.
According to his I.
D.
, victim is Lieutenant Darren Murray, 31.
Checked with Belle Chase, says he was a clinical psychologist at base.
And a Casualty Assistance Calls Officer.
CACO.
Was the funeral for a sailor? James Boyd, Reservist.
Who was on active duty when he died, so it's possible Lieutenant Murray was assisting the family.
It could explain why he was here, at least.
Yeah, but why wasn't he in his dress whites? And why is he in an alley? Taking pictures, apparently.
The only problem is memory card is missing, and I couldn't find any fingerprints on the camera.
Yeah, naturally.
Sebastian should be able to find the most recent pictures.
Most cameras have an internal memory, too.
Yeah, it'd go a long way in helping us figure out what Lieutenant Murray was doing here, if he wasn't here for Boyd's family.
That doesn't make sense.
If Lieutenant Murray was CACO, why hide in an alley, taking photos of the Second Line, instead of being a part of it? And why kill him? As soon as I get the body back to the morgue, I'll know better how he was strangled.
And I should be able to give you the height and weight of the killer too.
Garroting takes considerable size and strength.
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Lieutenant Murray? It's Lieutenant Murray.
MAN: Come on, Amelia.
Come on, Amelia, let's go.
Oh, it's Lieutenant Murray.
You're going through enough.
PRIDE: Come on, sit down over here with me, would you? AMELIA: I heard something bad happened when we finished the Line.
Had to see.
The lieutenant was such a nice man.
He was so good to us.
How could this happen? I don't know, but we'll find out.
You're Amelia, right? Boyd? (breathing shakily) Do we know ? I knew your Daddy.
We worked at the sheriff department together.
A good man.
Thank you.
So Lieutenant Murray was your CACO.
First one to tell me James was in a car crash, that he was gone.
Just when he was starting to turn his life around, too.
Why he enlisted.
Navy takes care of its own.
Did you know that the lieutenant was gonna be here? (sniffling): No.
In fact, he said he wouldn't be.
Said it was all part of how we start to move on.
How could anybody want to hurt him? How is she? She wants to know what happened.
So do I.
Brody, you're with me.
Christopher, Sonja, go to Lieutenant Murray's house.
Learn things.
Killing a man at another man's funeral.
Doesn't get much worse than that.
Here too soon, Loretta? Well, I haven't completed the autopsy on Lieutenant Murray, but I have identified what cost him his life.
Wasn't he strangled? Ah, but how? Answering that may help you answer the bigger question.
Who killed him.
The lieutenant's cricoid cartilage.
Rings the trachea, protects the voice box.
Except these have tiny grooves on them.
Friction marks.
Murder weapon.
Or at least the mark left by it.
I'll send it to Sebastian to analyze, see if he can come up with some possibilities.
Anything else? Not yet, uh, other than you're looking for a relatively large man, based on the severe angle of the garroting.
Six-three, 230 pounds or more, I'd guess, based on the upward force.
PRIDE: Yeah, might have to look at those Second Line surveillance cameras after all.
See how many folks fit the description.
I don't do Second Lines.
I mean, other than David Bowie's of course, but then again, every hipster in town did that.
I guess I justI don't really understand them 'cause, I don't know, everyone seems so happy, but that seems odd because someone just died.
We all die, Sebastian, doesn't mean we don't celebrate the life that was led.
Still, honoring the soul doesn't mean we can't do everything we can to hunt down the killer.
So get to work.
Oh.
Uh, well, I'll see your cartilage and I'll raise you internal memory.
Uh, I was able to recover photos from Lieutenant Murray's camera, which, actually, a little disappointing, 'cause I didn't get to use my advanced recovery software and that thing is I know, "Sebastian, your point?" My point is that nothing unusual popped up.
Just a bunch of random pictures of the procession.
Almost like he was making a photo album or something.
Maybe he was looking for somebody in particular.
And that somebody found him first.
I.
D.
as many faces as you can and get us the results.
Focus on large men, tall.
Hopefully Christopher and Sonja will find some leads at Murray's place.
WOMAN: Always paid his rent on time, four years straight.
Didn't see much of him, though.
One of them overly dedicated, Navy types I guess.
Don't think he had any family either.
Any idea how soon before I can re-rent the place? Oh, you're pretty broken up about his passing, are you? Everybody passes, honey.
Life goes on, bills need to be paid.
Wise words.
Oh, we'll take it from here, honey.
Thank you.
But I'm sure you have a classified ad you have to work on or something.
(groans) A little hard on her there, weren't you? A man dies and she acts like it's no big deal.
Well, if she didn't really know him, it's not, is it? I mean, do you care when somebody you barely know dies? I certainly don't act like it's an inconvenience.
Especially when it happens to somebody like Lieutenant Murray.
Means no family.
Who's gonna celebrate his life? I don't suspect it matters much to Lieutenant Murray.
What? That's just tough guy talk, right? You're not afraid of anything? Is that it? No.
No, I'm scared of things.
Oh, yeah? Like what? Like you kicking my butt.
Well, if it knocks some sense into that Neanderthal brain of yours, you're damn right I will.
(sighs) (switch clicking) Don't move.
Who are you? Come on take it easy, now.
Look, we can talk about this.
You say something? (gun clicks) (gasps) (grunts) Lasalle? (groaning): Door.
He's gone.
(groans) Are you all right? (groaning) Yeah, sure.
Just got caught off guard, that's all.
(coughing) Here.
Thanks.
Are you sure you don't need to get checked out? You're all right? Just a little sore, all right? It's no big deal.
Sounds like a big deal to me.
Getting kicked that hard, knocked down.
Well, it's like I said, I got caught off guard, all right? We weren't clearing the place, so I wasn't expecting anyone.
No, but I don't understand.
Why didn't you call out when you first saw him? What were you waiting for? Well, he surprised me before I could.
I mean, he's big and fast.
How big? Well, he's big enough to be a suspect in Lieutenant Murray's murder.
You get a look at him? Not a good one.
It all happened so fast.
(camera clicking) So our mystery man dropped a bag before he busted through the door.
I wasn't expecting it to be a big ol' bag of bones.
The question is, what was Lieutenant Murray doing with 'em in the first place? And why'd the assailant break into his place to get them? Well, they look human to me.
Agreed.
Hopefully Loretta can I.
D.
'em and we can figure out how they connect to Murray.
Well, you want us to bring 'em to Wade? Yeah.
Brody and I'll go talk to Murray' s CO see if he's got any other skeletons in his closet.
WADE: The radius and ulna are separated instead of fused.
Vertebral surfaces are concave.
Spinous is definitely human.
Probably male, due to the structure of the pelvis.
It's a lot of decay.
Whoever he is, he's been dead a long time.
How long? 100 years, maybe more.
Mm-hmm.
I won't know until further analysis, and Sebastian can do a DNA cross-check, see if we can identify him.
Yeah, it might help us figure out why the assailant wanted him so badly.
Hopefully find him.
Yeah, and when we find him, I got a little score to settle with him.
(coughs) You okay? Why's everyone keep asking me that? 'Cause everyone cares about you, caveman.
How you sure you didn't crack a rib or something? Oh, I've cracked a couple ribs playing football in high school.
This ain't that.
Let's have a look.
Look, I'm fine, really.
It's nothing.
It's not nothing if where the assailant kicked you is evidence.
And there seems to be some residue on your shirt too.
Take it off.
Is this really necessary? Oh come on, Country Mouse, show off those six-pack abs you're so proud of.
There is a faint outline of what looks to be a boot.
I'm gonna have Sebastian have a look at it.
Maybe he can get us a shoe size.
Test the shirt, too.
You're really enjoying this, ain't you? Oh, yeah.
It's the highlight of my day.
MAN: Boyd went to him for counseling.
Lieutenant Murray was trying to help him turn his life around.
Boyd's wife never mentioned Murray was in counseling.
My understanding is Boyd wanted to keep it confidential and Lieutenant Murray honored that.
Can we get a look at Boyd's case file? I don't see why not.
Lieutenant Murray lost his own family in a plane crash.
It's why he became a psychologist and a CACO.
He just wanted to help other victim's families any way he could.
It makes you wonder why anyone would want to kill him.
That's the thing-- I can't imagine why anybody would.
He kept to himself pretty much.
Nobody really knew what he did on his personal time.
That unusual? Yes and no.
You deal with a lot of pain as a Navy psychologist, and more so as a CACO.
We're not robots, it affects us too.
Some more than others.
Still odd that he was killed at one of his own charge's funeral.
Can't help but think there's a connection.
BRODY: Speaking of odd, any idea why we found human bones at Lieutenant Murray's place? Bones? Yes.
And we think our main suspect tried to steal them, too.
SONJA: The bones are 300 years old? Are you sure about that? Eh, more like 250-ish.
Radiocarbon dating can't get you the exact date, but close.
Give or take three years.
Again, "ish.
" God, recent bones I can get, murder victim, a cover up but old bones? Why is that worth fighting for? I'm almost afraid to ask, but, uh, what does "CPS" stand for? Cryogenic Preservation Society.
Got that when I signed up.
Dare I ask? You know, like cryogenic freezing.
When I die, they're gonna take my head and they're gonna stick it in a minus-200-degree container until future science can find a cure for whatever, you know killed me.
Has present day science told you anything about our murder weapon yet? No, I'm still working on that, but I was able to determine what kind of a boot broke your ribs.
Bruised, not broken.
Whatever.
Okay, there's some kind of issues happening there.
Oh, by the way, your shirt had a little bit of concrete dust on it.
And as for the boot, uh, it looks like it was a size 13 or 13 1/2, probably steel-toed, based on the imprint left on your contused pec.
Push-ups, right? A lot of 'em? Me, too.
Don't encourage him.
So, like Cinderella, all we have to do is find who fits the shoe.
(computer beeps) Oh.
Looks like we got a match on a bone.
(taps key, computer blips) All right, good news, there's one living descendant.
Huh didn't expect to see that name pop up.
What name? Karl Baptiste.
BRODY: Baptiste? The Baptiste? As in the one who originally named New Orleans, New Orleans? Jean Baptiste.
Karl's a distant relative.
Still lives out at the family plantation, too.
Big spread.
LASALLE: Bet he was surprised to hear that his ancestor's bones had been stolen.
PRIDE: He did seem surprised.
Grave robbing? Been an epidemic in the city for years, worse lately.
Why cemeteries are locked down at night now.
Crypts are filled with priceless artifacts, gold.
It's like robbing an unguarded bank.
Ivory sculptures and marble angels.
I mean, this has got to be worth a fortune.
Still, it's hard to believe Lieutenant Murray's a grave robber.
I mean, it doesn't track.
All the more reason to find out how he got the bones in the first place.
Mr.
Baptiste? Special Agent Pride.
This is my team.
Glad to know you.
Hello.
Although I still can't Hi.
wrap my head around it all.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
It's part of all our history, especially yours.
A lot of generations interred here, I'm sure.
I hate to be exact.
All the way back to the 1700s.
Well, the family crypt's over here.
I have a guard on it 24/7.
Because of all the break-ins? Well, the black market's gone crazy selling everything we hold dear.
Nothing's sacred to these criminals, but like I said, I don't take any chances, so I find it hard to believe anybody stole anything.
Our forensic scientist doesn't make mistakes.
Well, let's hope he made one in this case, 'cause it doesn't make any sense to steal bones, unless they stole what's really worthwhile too.
(keys jangling) (clunking in distance) Dear God, it's gone.
Everything, it's all gone.
No, don't touch anything! This is now all evidence in a crime scene.
KARL: I can't believe this.
I KARL: How could this have happened? Hey, where you going? Hey! PRIDE: Christopher! (grunts, people yelling in protest) Federal agent! Stop! (grunting) Hey, hey, hey! Don't move.
You want to see if my gun dry fires too? Man, I ain't kill nobody.
Really? Then how come we found you sneaking around a murder victim's house? Attacking a Federal agent.
I told you, I didn't know you was a Fed.
I thought you was after me.
SONJA: Why? Who else is after you? Yeah, you know what? I ain't gonna say nothing else.
I'm gonna wait for my mouth to get here.
Yeah, well, you know what, Hanson? You're mouth ain't gonna save your butt, all right? A Navy lieutenant is dead, and unless you tell us otherwise, you got blood on your hands.
Look, I know you're mad 'cause I tried to shoot you, but I told you, I didn't know.
I didn't even mean to.
Wait, wait, what? And I Let's just stick to the case.
He just said he tried to shoot you.
My finger slipped, I panicked.
Yeah, his gun misfired, all right? It-it doesn't matter.
Like hell, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding me? We'll talk about this later.
Something I said? You just incriminated yourself, Mr.
Hanson.
Admitted to trying to kill a Federal agent.
I told you It doesn't matter.
Whether you mean to or not, it's still attempted murder.
Eight years in the Federal pen, more 'cause of your priors, and a lot more if it turns out that you killed Lieutenant Murray.
Talk to me.
Help us help you.
I swear, I never knew who the guy was until he started asking me about Boyd.
Boyd? James Boyd? The reservist who was killed in a car crash? Yeah, James and I, we knew each other back in the day, in Treme, back before he tried to go straight.
Why he joined the Navy.
Ah, come on, I knew that wasn't gonna last.
You can't change who you are.
He got in some money troubles, Needed some cash.
Folks was after him, so he called me.
To rob crypts.
It's N'Oleans.
I said I knew of a big take, it was dangerous though.
Why, because it was guarded? Nah.
That ain't why it was dangerous.
The Baptiste family, they they got roots.
You don't want them finding out you messed with them.
So you and Boyd robbed their crypt, and then what? We ran.
We split up.
He took the take and before we could get back together to divvy it up, he, uh, he crashed his car.
He died ugly, I hear.
A couple days later, Murray was knocking on my door.
Asking what? Just how well I knew James, when's the last time I saw him.
See, I thought maybe he was looking for the take, too, so, I followed him home, broke in when it was clear.
Saw he had one of the bags and I tried to take it, that's all.
Risk all that for a bag of bones? Bones prove where the artifacts came from.
You can't sell one without the other.
But that take, especially that gold ring that everybody wants so bad, must be in the other bag.
You don't know where it is? If I did, brother I'd be rich and long gone by now.
How could you not tell me you almost got shot? What, you forgot to mention that little detail? Well, it's not a big deal.
And why are you so concerned about it? Why aren't you? What if his gun did fire? You could've been killed.
You're being dramatic.
Christopher PRIDE: Hey.
Come on, now.
Let's just work the case, all right? Start with the reservist Boyd.
I think we need to take a closer look at him.
Was a patient of Lieutenant Murray's.
Brody's got the case file, I'd like to know what she's found.
I'm on it.
All right, what do you want me to do? You want to tell me what's going on? Really, it's just a whole lot of nothing.
No, Christopher, it's not.
This is me you're talking to.
And Sonja's right, you're lucky that gun didn't go off.
And not saying something about it, says Look, we take risks all the time.
But we don't always nearly get killed.
Face-to-face with mortality affects a person.
You're no different.
Denying it doesn't do you or anyone else any good.
Tell me things.
All right.
Karl Baptiste gave me an inventory of what was stolen from the crypt.
Ivory crosses, marble urns, angels, and a gold ring, which was apparently a gift from King Louie the XIV.
Estimated to be worth over a million dollars.
Well, this tracks with what Hanson said, that he was at Lieutenant Murray's looking for more than just bones.
Yeah, and if he's right about potential buyers, whoever still has the artifacts, is gonna need the bones to sell too.
LASALLE: The question is where's the other bag? There's a lot of loot out there somewhere, it's more than enough reason for these robbers to kill for.
It's a dangerous business robbing crypts.
There have been three murders in this town in the past two years.
Yeah, Lieutenant Murray must've been suspicious of what Boyd was up to, otherwise why meet Hanson at all? Well, according to Murray's case file, Boyd was definitely a troubled man.
Gambling, debt, hanging with the wrong folks.
Looks like he was worried Boyd was about to do something real bad.
Baptiste's crypt.
So maybe Lieutenant Murray was killed following up on his suspicions.
Well, just before he died, though, Murray requested a copy of Boyd's autopsy report from the Orleans Parish M.
E.
You think he was curious about how Boyd really died? LASALLE: Well, if so, and Boyd was murdered, maybe solving that will solve Lieutenant Murray's murder, too.
Brody, tell Loretta we need her.
Christopher, Sonja, see who's trying to sell those artifacts.
Check black market, CI's Our murderer's probably one and the same.
WADE: This parish deals with five times the death rate than ours does, but at a fraction of the budget.
Why's that? More indigents, violent crimes.
Dr.
Bellamy can barely keep up with exams, let alone lobby for funding.
Steven, thanks for seeing us on short notice.
You know you're always welcome here, Loretta.
In fact, you might want to run next term, take my job.
I'm all right where I am, thank you.
I don't blame you.
Dwayne, how you been? How's Laurel? Doing just fine, thanks for asking.
This is Special Agent Brody, she works with me.
Nice to meet you.
So, what brings you here? Navy Reservist James Boyd-- died a week ago.
Boyd.
You know, I can hardly keep track.
At least you got a name, though.
Most poor souls end up here, they come in and out as John and Jane Does.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Car accident, bad one too.
Burned almost beyond recognition.
Almost? Well, family's able to get me dental records, and also ran DNA, and postmortem radiographs.
But you were able to perform a full autopsy.
Just to confirm C.
O.
D.
, I mean.
What are you suggesting, Loretta? Well, I'm not suggesting anything, other than I remember what it's like to be overwhelmed.
And sometimes, after you get an I.
D.
, and what seems like an obvious cause of death I didn't miss anything, I was able to give him a full exam.
All right, then you wouldn't mind if we have another look.
A lot on the line here, maybe more than one murder.
We didn't mean to offend, Steven, we just need to make sure.
No apologies necessary.
There's nobody I trust more to check my work than you.
So, would you like me to contact the family, request permission to exhume? Please.
Thinking how that could've been you in there? No, actually I'm thinking how bad that body's gonna smell when they pop that lid.
You don't fool me.
The only reason you didn't say what really happened is 'cause you were scared.
I wasn't scared.
Come on.
We worked together a long time.
I know you and your stupid macho front.
Why don't you just admit it? All right, so maybe I was a little scared, but I wasn't taught to deal with death.
All right? I was taught you do everything you can do to avoid it.
Well, that's really sad, Lasalle, 'cause where I'm from, you run from death, you run from life.
WADE: Hang on.
Oh.
MAN: Okay, open Now, where's Boyd's body? Good question.
Are they sure they exhumed the correct coffin? LASALLE: Boyd's name was on the vault it came out of.
Only Boyd wasn't inside.
WADE: Unless the body was cremated.
We did find ashes, although normally they're only found in urns.
But Boyd wasn't even supposed to be cremated, was he? Not according to Dr.
Bellamy.
Still, somebody checked the "Cremation" box on the "Designation of Remains" form.
But it wasn't the family, we checked.
Mortuary could've made a mistake.
Or Bellamy.
Or somebody didn't want us to know how Boyd really died.
Especially if he was murdered.
Sonja, Christopher, go to the mortuary.
I want to know who checked that box.
We're on it.
Any chance you can still find the C.
O.
D.
? DNA's usually destroyed during the cremation process.
I could try to find a partial bone or tooth, or perhaps cell degradation.
It's a long shot.
Only shot we got.
Wait, what did I miss? Who got shot? Nobody, dear.
At least not yet.
Wow.
Okay.
Well, taking that not-so-subtle hint, uh, I think I solved at least one murder.
Lieutenant Murray? Yeah.
And I'm not gonna lie to you either, it was not easy to match a murder weapon to the exact friction marks on the cartilage.
I mean, I tried a fishing line, all weights, piano wire, fiber optic You know, why don't I just-- I'll skip to the end.
Give me a second, I did a lot of work.
Sebastian All right, here we go, uh, Rose Iron.
Uh, it matches microscopic and corrosive dust that I found in the cartilage.
That plus its width, suggests harpsichord wire.
Kind of like this one.
Except, Rose Iron was replaced with brass in the 1700s, which means you're looking for a murder weapon that's at least 300 years old.
300 years? Just like the bones.
You're not gonna believe this, but Patton did a search on the Darknet looking for Baptiste's stolen artifacts.
And? He didn't find Baptiste's, but he did find artifacts stolen from other family crypts.
Want to take a wild guess who he traced the seller to? KARL: Well, this was unexpected, Agent Pride.
Did you, um, find anything? More than you wanted, I'm sure.
Black eye on the city, grave robbing.
Strikes at the heart of who we are.
You know, PD's been trying to find the ringleader for years now, turns out it's you.
(scoffing chuckle): What are you talking about? Hanson said, "Nobody crosses Baptiste.
" Now we know why.
We traced wire funds instructions instructions of stolen artifacts to shadow bank accounts linked to you.
Perfect cover, nobody would suspect a founding family.
This doesn't prove anything.
Proves trafficking of stolen goods on the internet-- Federal crime.
So's killing sailors.
Whoa, wait, I didn't kill anybody.
Why's everybody afraid of you? No one knows better than to rob the Baptiste family crypt, except Boyd, who apparently was desperate enough to try.
Which Lieutenant Murray suspected, but when he got on Boyd's trail, you were afraid the investigation would lead back to you.
(playing a run up and down the harpsichord keys) (single key clunking, no note playing) No doubt the missing wire's the murder weapon used to kill Lieutenant Murray.
Missing wire? I That must've been what was taken when they broke into my place, I I didn't report it 'cause I-I didn't think anything was missing, but that's obviously what they were after.
Okay, let's But listen to me, I swear, I had no idea Put your hands behind your back.
who this Murray person is.
or Boyd, I And even if I did, why would I kill people who could help me get my artifacts back.
My ring.
I swear, somebody's trying to set me up.
(phone beeping) Loretta's got something to show me.
Let's go.
What'd you find? According to the mortuary, the cremation form was already signed when it got there.
But I was able to locate a still intact bone fragment in Reservist Boyd's ashes, enough to test DNA.
Cause of death? Don't know.
But what I do know is those ashes don't belong to Reservist Boyd.
DNA matched a 78-year-old homeless man who died two weeks ago-- John Doe.
Who died in Orleans Parish.
Dr.
Bellamy's jurisdiction.
All right, so where's Boyd? Well, I may not know where he is, but I think I know where he was.
So, I've been working on the photos that Lieutenant Murray took at Boyd's Second Line.
And I was thinking, he must've been looking for something, right? But what? So I kept magnifying the photos until viola, right there, you see that? A reflection in the window? (tapping keys) That, ladies and gentlemen, is James Boyd alive and well, at his own funeral.
I still can't believe Boyd faked his own death.
I mean, you talk about a Hail Mary.
PRIDE: Pinned himself into a corner, figured it was his only way out.
So, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
(scoffs) Boyd robs Baptiste's crypt, keeps the take, pretends to be dead.
So what was he doing at his own funeral? It's a common fantasy to be curious about who'd show up at your funeral, so maybe Lieutenant Murray, since he was Boyd's counselor, had reason to believe he shared that fantasy.
Which means, Murray showed up at the funeral too, hoping to prove that Boyd was still alive.
Or Boyd was there because, once he realized the lieutenant was on to him, he knew he had to try and stop him before it was too late.
And, either way, two birds with one stone.
Keeps anybody from thinking Boyd's still alive, and eliminates the one man that would want to kill him for stealing from him.
Karl Baptiste.
Yeah, but is Boyd that smart? More likely, that desperate.
In debt, lot of bad people chasing him, one thing lead to another, things got worse.
Navy took a chance on him, Boyd betrayed that trust.
Even went so far as to kill one of their own.
We have to find him to face court martial.
Yeah, but how do we know he isn't long gone by now? Well, he hasn't been able to sell the stolen artifacts.
They're not even listed yet.
The man goes to all that trouble to disappear, he's gonna need money-- lots of it.
I mean, he has to sell.
Well, you can't sell the artifacts without proving where they came from.
That's what Hanson said.
Which means, Boyd has the artifacts, but not the bones to go with 'em.
PRIDE: Christopher, you and Sonja bring in Dr.
Bellamy.
He lied to us.
He had to have helped Boyd with that switch.
And what if he lawyers up? Slows down the investigation, and to give Boyd enough time to bolt.
You rethinking my offer to switch parishes? No, but I wanted to talk outside the office.
Okay.
Something wrong? Oh, come on, Steven, who are you kidding? You knew I'd run DNA on the ashes I found in Boyd's coffin.
You knew what I'd find, didn't you? Yes.
Then what are you still doing here? Why didn't you run? (sighs) Where would I go? God, Steven what happened to you? I just didn't think you would ever have done something like this.
I don't know.
Nobody cares about me, my family nobody cares I hardly make ends meet.
They just expect.
What do I get out of that? So you falsified Boyd's death certificate, use a homeless man's ashes to cover for him, for what? A couple bucks? I wouldn't be the first M.
E.
in this town to do something like that.
No, but you're the last I'd expect to do it.
Loretta please? Do the right thing, Steven.
Help us find James Boyd.
I don't know where he is.
Think.
I swear, I don't know where he is.
Talked to him yesterday.
Wait, you spoke to him yesterday? He called.
He wanted to know if if I would carbon date a bone for him.
DNA test it.
Said he needed it to authenticate some kind of ring he was trying to sell.
A ring? He's supposed to get back to me.
Haven't heard from him.
Apparently, he doesn't have the bone yet.
That's because we've got it.
Which means he needs to find another LASALLE: It's been two nights.
Thinking maybe the good doctor was wrong.
Boyd doesn't need a bone after all.
PRIDE (over radio): Hold on.
Got movement, back-right corner.
He's closing in.
PRIDE: Stand by.
Don't be stupid.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
PRIDE: Here we go.
Three twoone now! (grunts) We got a rabbit! Percy, heading your way.
Federal agents! Stop! (siren whooping) (tires screeching) Don't move! We will shoot you To quote a friend: "Don't be stupid.
" (panting) The Navy tried to help you, Boyd.
Lieutenant Murray tried to help you.
And now there's no one to help you.
Please, don't tell my wife.
It's better if she thinks I'm gone.
It's better if she don't ever know.
You should've thought about that before.
No fuss, no muss.
(siren wails in distance) The good news is we nailed three bad guys.
Four if you count Doc Bellamy.
Bad news Quadruple the paperwork.
Yeah, it would've been nice if Brody would've stuck around to help.
And Pride.
Well, Pride's got us for paperwork, so, it's good to be king.
Yeah, pun intended, but what's Brody's excuse? She's got to get ready.
And so do I.
Where you going? Oh, Lieutenant Murray's Second Line.
The Navy guys are putting it together.
Okay, so what's that got to do with this? Are you coming? (quiet laugh) It's Second Line, so no.
Exactly.
Enjoy.
Wait, you can't just dump all this on me.
Well, come along.
Well, you can't change the spots on a leopard.
Or a Neanderthal.
See you, Country Mouse.
Okay, hold on.
Let's get something straight here.
I did admit about being a little scared about the misfire, right? Reluctantly.
It's progress, not perfection.
Look, I understand what you've been trying to say to me, all right? And I appreciate it.
I do.
It means that you care about me more than you want to admit.
Calm down.
Now, you know what I mean.
But I do appreciate it.
I just sometimes, I guess, you got to hit me with a two by four to knock some sense into me.
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're partners, right? So we spend a lot of time together.
Get to know each other in more ways than just work.
Don't say "work husband.
" Don't worry.
All I'm saying is you help me with my stuff, how not facing my past kept me from growing, connecting better with others.
Right back at you, Lasalle.
Just saying.
(band playing Dixieland jazz) WADE: I just love this city.
Ditto that.
So, how did this tradition get started anyway? Some believe it started in the slave days, the long walk back from the cemetery outside the city singing and dancing, remembering the loved ones, and lessening the hardship of the miles.
Mm! Wikipedia Wade! (chuckles) Note to self, though, remind me to get photo approval before y'all put mine up like that and show it off.
(laughs) Good point.
It's a rich tradition; never gets old.
Kind of puts everything in perspective.
Yeah, perspective Lasalle doesn't have, probably never will.
Hey, don't be so hard on him.
Christopher will come around, sooner or later.
Roll tide.
Yeah, but I bet if he was around when Bear Bryant died, he'd Second Line him.
Who's Bear Bryant? Really? The best coach ever.
Won six National Championships at Alabama.
Nobody's got more.
I thought you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, you know me, I'm always up for a good party.
(Brody laughing) @elderman
Wait, wait, wait, wait, you never walked one of these? How long you live here? Long enough to know it's not for me.
Look, now don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good party, just not when someone dies.
That is not the point.
Second Lines celebrate living.
It's a cultural tradition.
Hell, I grew up with 'em.
Taught me to appreciate life.
Yeah, well, where I grew up, you live, you die, you get married.
No fuss, no muss.
And besides, I appreciate life just fine, thank you.
Oh, sure you do.
You live, you party, meet some girl, party some more.
No fuss, no muss.
Something like that.
According to his I.
D.
, victim is Lieutenant Darren Murray, 31.
Checked with Belle Chase, says he was a clinical psychologist at base.
And a Casualty Assistance Calls Officer.
CACO.
Was the funeral for a sailor? James Boyd, Reservist.
Who was on active duty when he died, so it's possible Lieutenant Murray was assisting the family.
It could explain why he was here, at least.
Yeah, but why wasn't he in his dress whites? And why is he in an alley? Taking pictures, apparently.
The only problem is memory card is missing, and I couldn't find any fingerprints on the camera.
Yeah, naturally.
Sebastian should be able to find the most recent pictures.
Most cameras have an internal memory, too.
Yeah, it'd go a long way in helping us figure out what Lieutenant Murray was doing here, if he wasn't here for Boyd's family.
That doesn't make sense.
If Lieutenant Murray was CACO, why hide in an alley, taking photos of the Second Line, instead of being a part of it? And why kill him? As soon as I get the body back to the morgue, I'll know better how he was strangled.
And I should be able to give you the height and weight of the killer too.
Garroting takes considerable size and strength.
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Lieutenant Murray? It's Lieutenant Murray.
MAN: Come on, Amelia.
Come on, Amelia, let's go.
Oh, it's Lieutenant Murray.
You're going through enough.
PRIDE: Come on, sit down over here with me, would you? AMELIA: I heard something bad happened when we finished the Line.
Had to see.
The lieutenant was such a nice man.
He was so good to us.
How could this happen? I don't know, but we'll find out.
You're Amelia, right? Boyd? (breathing shakily) Do we know ? I knew your Daddy.
We worked at the sheriff department together.
A good man.
Thank you.
So Lieutenant Murray was your CACO.
First one to tell me James was in a car crash, that he was gone.
Just when he was starting to turn his life around, too.
Why he enlisted.
Navy takes care of its own.
Did you know that the lieutenant was gonna be here? (sniffling): No.
In fact, he said he wouldn't be.
Said it was all part of how we start to move on.
How could anybody want to hurt him? How is she? She wants to know what happened.
So do I.
Brody, you're with me.
Christopher, Sonja, go to Lieutenant Murray's house.
Learn things.
Killing a man at another man's funeral.
Doesn't get much worse than that.
Here too soon, Loretta? Well, I haven't completed the autopsy on Lieutenant Murray, but I have identified what cost him his life.
Wasn't he strangled? Ah, but how? Answering that may help you answer the bigger question.
Who killed him.
The lieutenant's cricoid cartilage.
Rings the trachea, protects the voice box.
Except these have tiny grooves on them.
Friction marks.
Murder weapon.
Or at least the mark left by it.
I'll send it to Sebastian to analyze, see if he can come up with some possibilities.
Anything else? Not yet, uh, other than you're looking for a relatively large man, based on the severe angle of the garroting.
Six-three, 230 pounds or more, I'd guess, based on the upward force.
PRIDE: Yeah, might have to look at those Second Line surveillance cameras after all.
See how many folks fit the description.
I don't do Second Lines.
I mean, other than David Bowie's of course, but then again, every hipster in town did that.
I guess I justI don't really understand them 'cause, I don't know, everyone seems so happy, but that seems odd because someone just died.
We all die, Sebastian, doesn't mean we don't celebrate the life that was led.
Still, honoring the soul doesn't mean we can't do everything we can to hunt down the killer.
So get to work.
Oh.
Uh, well, I'll see your cartilage and I'll raise you internal memory.
Uh, I was able to recover photos from Lieutenant Murray's camera, which, actually, a little disappointing, 'cause I didn't get to use my advanced recovery software and that thing is I know, "Sebastian, your point?" My point is that nothing unusual popped up.
Just a bunch of random pictures of the procession.
Almost like he was making a photo album or something.
Maybe he was looking for somebody in particular.
And that somebody found him first.
I.
D.
as many faces as you can and get us the results.
Focus on large men, tall.
Hopefully Christopher and Sonja will find some leads at Murray's place.
WOMAN: Always paid his rent on time, four years straight.
Didn't see much of him, though.
One of them overly dedicated, Navy types I guess.
Don't think he had any family either.
Any idea how soon before I can re-rent the place? Oh, you're pretty broken up about his passing, are you? Everybody passes, honey.
Life goes on, bills need to be paid.
Wise words.
Oh, we'll take it from here, honey.
Thank you.
But I'm sure you have a classified ad you have to work on or something.
(groans) A little hard on her there, weren't you? A man dies and she acts like it's no big deal.
Well, if she didn't really know him, it's not, is it? I mean, do you care when somebody you barely know dies? I certainly don't act like it's an inconvenience.
Especially when it happens to somebody like Lieutenant Murray.
Means no family.
Who's gonna celebrate his life? I don't suspect it matters much to Lieutenant Murray.
What? That's just tough guy talk, right? You're not afraid of anything? Is that it? No.
No, I'm scared of things.
Oh, yeah? Like what? Like you kicking my butt.
Well, if it knocks some sense into that Neanderthal brain of yours, you're damn right I will.
(sighs) (switch clicking) Don't move.
Who are you? Come on take it easy, now.
Look, we can talk about this.
You say something? (gun clicks) (gasps) (grunts) Lasalle? (groaning): Door.
He's gone.
(groans) Are you all right? (groaning) Yeah, sure.
Just got caught off guard, that's all.
(coughing) Here.
Thanks.
Are you sure you don't need to get checked out? You're all right? Just a little sore, all right? It's no big deal.
Sounds like a big deal to me.
Getting kicked that hard, knocked down.
Well, it's like I said, I got caught off guard, all right? We weren't clearing the place, so I wasn't expecting anyone.
No, but I don't understand.
Why didn't you call out when you first saw him? What were you waiting for? Well, he surprised me before I could.
I mean, he's big and fast.
How big? Well, he's big enough to be a suspect in Lieutenant Murray's murder.
You get a look at him? Not a good one.
It all happened so fast.
(camera clicking) So our mystery man dropped a bag before he busted through the door.
I wasn't expecting it to be a big ol' bag of bones.
The question is, what was Lieutenant Murray doing with 'em in the first place? And why'd the assailant break into his place to get them? Well, they look human to me.
Agreed.
Hopefully Loretta can I.
D.
'em and we can figure out how they connect to Murray.
Well, you want us to bring 'em to Wade? Yeah.
Brody and I'll go talk to Murray' s CO see if he's got any other skeletons in his closet.
WADE: The radius and ulna are separated instead of fused.
Vertebral surfaces are concave.
Spinous is definitely human.
Probably male, due to the structure of the pelvis.
It's a lot of decay.
Whoever he is, he's been dead a long time.
How long? 100 years, maybe more.
Mm-hmm.
I won't know until further analysis, and Sebastian can do a DNA cross-check, see if we can identify him.
Yeah, it might help us figure out why the assailant wanted him so badly.
Hopefully find him.
Yeah, and when we find him, I got a little score to settle with him.
(coughs) You okay? Why's everyone keep asking me that? 'Cause everyone cares about you, caveman.
How you sure you didn't crack a rib or something? Oh, I've cracked a couple ribs playing football in high school.
This ain't that.
Let's have a look.
Look, I'm fine, really.
It's nothing.
It's not nothing if where the assailant kicked you is evidence.
And there seems to be some residue on your shirt too.
Take it off.
Is this really necessary? Oh come on, Country Mouse, show off those six-pack abs you're so proud of.
There is a faint outline of what looks to be a boot.
I'm gonna have Sebastian have a look at it.
Maybe he can get us a shoe size.
Test the shirt, too.
You're really enjoying this, ain't you? Oh, yeah.
It's the highlight of my day.
MAN: Boyd went to him for counseling.
Lieutenant Murray was trying to help him turn his life around.
Boyd's wife never mentioned Murray was in counseling.
My understanding is Boyd wanted to keep it confidential and Lieutenant Murray honored that.
Can we get a look at Boyd's case file? I don't see why not.
Lieutenant Murray lost his own family in a plane crash.
It's why he became a psychologist and a CACO.
He just wanted to help other victim's families any way he could.
It makes you wonder why anyone would want to kill him.
That's the thing-- I can't imagine why anybody would.
He kept to himself pretty much.
Nobody really knew what he did on his personal time.
That unusual? Yes and no.
You deal with a lot of pain as a Navy psychologist, and more so as a CACO.
We're not robots, it affects us too.
Some more than others.
Still odd that he was killed at one of his own charge's funeral.
Can't help but think there's a connection.
BRODY: Speaking of odd, any idea why we found human bones at Lieutenant Murray's place? Bones? Yes.
And we think our main suspect tried to steal them, too.
SONJA: The bones are 300 years old? Are you sure about that? Eh, more like 250-ish.
Radiocarbon dating can't get you the exact date, but close.
Give or take three years.
Again, "ish.
" God, recent bones I can get, murder victim, a cover up but old bones? Why is that worth fighting for? I'm almost afraid to ask, but, uh, what does "CPS" stand for? Cryogenic Preservation Society.
Got that when I signed up.
Dare I ask? You know, like cryogenic freezing.
When I die, they're gonna take my head and they're gonna stick it in a minus-200-degree container until future science can find a cure for whatever, you know killed me.
Has present day science told you anything about our murder weapon yet? No, I'm still working on that, but I was able to determine what kind of a boot broke your ribs.
Bruised, not broken.
Whatever.
Okay, there's some kind of issues happening there.
Oh, by the way, your shirt had a little bit of concrete dust on it.
And as for the boot, uh, it looks like it was a size 13 or 13 1/2, probably steel-toed, based on the imprint left on your contused pec.
Push-ups, right? A lot of 'em? Me, too.
Don't encourage him.
So, like Cinderella, all we have to do is find who fits the shoe.
(computer beeps) Oh.
Looks like we got a match on a bone.
(taps key, computer blips) All right, good news, there's one living descendant.
Huh didn't expect to see that name pop up.
What name? Karl Baptiste.
BRODY: Baptiste? The Baptiste? As in the one who originally named New Orleans, New Orleans? Jean Baptiste.
Karl's a distant relative.
Still lives out at the family plantation, too.
Big spread.
LASALLE: Bet he was surprised to hear that his ancestor's bones had been stolen.
PRIDE: He did seem surprised.
Grave robbing? Been an epidemic in the city for years, worse lately.
Why cemeteries are locked down at night now.
Crypts are filled with priceless artifacts, gold.
It's like robbing an unguarded bank.
Ivory sculptures and marble angels.
I mean, this has got to be worth a fortune.
Still, it's hard to believe Lieutenant Murray's a grave robber.
I mean, it doesn't track.
All the more reason to find out how he got the bones in the first place.
Mr.
Baptiste? Special Agent Pride.
This is my team.
Glad to know you.
Hello.
Although I still can't Hi.
wrap my head around it all.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
It's part of all our history, especially yours.
A lot of generations interred here, I'm sure.
I hate to be exact.
All the way back to the 1700s.
Well, the family crypt's over here.
I have a guard on it 24/7.
Because of all the break-ins? Well, the black market's gone crazy selling everything we hold dear.
Nothing's sacred to these criminals, but like I said, I don't take any chances, so I find it hard to believe anybody stole anything.
Our forensic scientist doesn't make mistakes.
Well, let's hope he made one in this case, 'cause it doesn't make any sense to steal bones, unless they stole what's really worthwhile too.
(keys jangling) (clunking in distance) Dear God, it's gone.
Everything, it's all gone.
No, don't touch anything! This is now all evidence in a crime scene.
KARL: I can't believe this.
I KARL: How could this have happened? Hey, where you going? Hey! PRIDE: Christopher! (grunts, people yelling in protest) Federal agent! Stop! (grunting) Hey, hey, hey! Don't move.
You want to see if my gun dry fires too? Man, I ain't kill nobody.
Really? Then how come we found you sneaking around a murder victim's house? Attacking a Federal agent.
I told you, I didn't know you was a Fed.
I thought you was after me.
SONJA: Why? Who else is after you? Yeah, you know what? I ain't gonna say nothing else.
I'm gonna wait for my mouth to get here.
Yeah, well, you know what, Hanson? You're mouth ain't gonna save your butt, all right? A Navy lieutenant is dead, and unless you tell us otherwise, you got blood on your hands.
Look, I know you're mad 'cause I tried to shoot you, but I told you, I didn't know.
I didn't even mean to.
Wait, wait, what? And I Let's just stick to the case.
He just said he tried to shoot you.
My finger slipped, I panicked.
Yeah, his gun misfired, all right? It-it doesn't matter.
Like hell, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding me? We'll talk about this later.
Something I said? You just incriminated yourself, Mr.
Hanson.
Admitted to trying to kill a Federal agent.
I told you It doesn't matter.
Whether you mean to or not, it's still attempted murder.
Eight years in the Federal pen, more 'cause of your priors, and a lot more if it turns out that you killed Lieutenant Murray.
Talk to me.
Help us help you.
I swear, I never knew who the guy was until he started asking me about Boyd.
Boyd? James Boyd? The reservist who was killed in a car crash? Yeah, James and I, we knew each other back in the day, in Treme, back before he tried to go straight.
Why he joined the Navy.
Ah, come on, I knew that wasn't gonna last.
You can't change who you are.
He got in some money troubles, Needed some cash.
Folks was after him, so he called me.
To rob crypts.
It's N'Oleans.
I said I knew of a big take, it was dangerous though.
Why, because it was guarded? Nah.
That ain't why it was dangerous.
The Baptiste family, they they got roots.
You don't want them finding out you messed with them.
So you and Boyd robbed their crypt, and then what? We ran.
We split up.
He took the take and before we could get back together to divvy it up, he, uh, he crashed his car.
He died ugly, I hear.
A couple days later, Murray was knocking on my door.
Asking what? Just how well I knew James, when's the last time I saw him.
See, I thought maybe he was looking for the take, too, so, I followed him home, broke in when it was clear.
Saw he had one of the bags and I tried to take it, that's all.
Risk all that for a bag of bones? Bones prove where the artifacts came from.
You can't sell one without the other.
But that take, especially that gold ring that everybody wants so bad, must be in the other bag.
You don't know where it is? If I did, brother I'd be rich and long gone by now.
How could you not tell me you almost got shot? What, you forgot to mention that little detail? Well, it's not a big deal.
And why are you so concerned about it? Why aren't you? What if his gun did fire? You could've been killed.
You're being dramatic.
Christopher PRIDE: Hey.
Come on, now.
Let's just work the case, all right? Start with the reservist Boyd.
I think we need to take a closer look at him.
Was a patient of Lieutenant Murray's.
Brody's got the case file, I'd like to know what she's found.
I'm on it.
All right, what do you want me to do? You want to tell me what's going on? Really, it's just a whole lot of nothing.
No, Christopher, it's not.
This is me you're talking to.
And Sonja's right, you're lucky that gun didn't go off.
And not saying something about it, says Look, we take risks all the time.
But we don't always nearly get killed.
Face-to-face with mortality affects a person.
You're no different.
Denying it doesn't do you or anyone else any good.
Tell me things.
All right.
Karl Baptiste gave me an inventory of what was stolen from the crypt.
Ivory crosses, marble urns, angels, and a gold ring, which was apparently a gift from King Louie the XIV.
Estimated to be worth over a million dollars.
Well, this tracks with what Hanson said, that he was at Lieutenant Murray's looking for more than just bones.
Yeah, and if he's right about potential buyers, whoever still has the artifacts, is gonna need the bones to sell too.
LASALLE: The question is where's the other bag? There's a lot of loot out there somewhere, it's more than enough reason for these robbers to kill for.
It's a dangerous business robbing crypts.
There have been three murders in this town in the past two years.
Yeah, Lieutenant Murray must've been suspicious of what Boyd was up to, otherwise why meet Hanson at all? Well, according to Murray's case file, Boyd was definitely a troubled man.
Gambling, debt, hanging with the wrong folks.
Looks like he was worried Boyd was about to do something real bad.
Baptiste's crypt.
So maybe Lieutenant Murray was killed following up on his suspicions.
Well, just before he died, though, Murray requested a copy of Boyd's autopsy report from the Orleans Parish M.
E.
You think he was curious about how Boyd really died? LASALLE: Well, if so, and Boyd was murdered, maybe solving that will solve Lieutenant Murray's murder, too.
Brody, tell Loretta we need her.
Christopher, Sonja, see who's trying to sell those artifacts.
Check black market, CI's Our murderer's probably one and the same.
WADE: This parish deals with five times the death rate than ours does, but at a fraction of the budget.
Why's that? More indigents, violent crimes.
Dr.
Bellamy can barely keep up with exams, let alone lobby for funding.
Steven, thanks for seeing us on short notice.
You know you're always welcome here, Loretta.
In fact, you might want to run next term, take my job.
I'm all right where I am, thank you.
I don't blame you.
Dwayne, how you been? How's Laurel? Doing just fine, thanks for asking.
This is Special Agent Brody, she works with me.
Nice to meet you.
So, what brings you here? Navy Reservist James Boyd-- died a week ago.
Boyd.
You know, I can hardly keep track.
At least you got a name, though.
Most poor souls end up here, they come in and out as John and Jane Does.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Car accident, bad one too.
Burned almost beyond recognition.
Almost? Well, family's able to get me dental records, and also ran DNA, and postmortem radiographs.
But you were able to perform a full autopsy.
Just to confirm C.
O.
D.
, I mean.
What are you suggesting, Loretta? Well, I'm not suggesting anything, other than I remember what it's like to be overwhelmed.
And sometimes, after you get an I.
D.
, and what seems like an obvious cause of death I didn't miss anything, I was able to give him a full exam.
All right, then you wouldn't mind if we have another look.
A lot on the line here, maybe more than one murder.
We didn't mean to offend, Steven, we just need to make sure.
No apologies necessary.
There's nobody I trust more to check my work than you.
So, would you like me to contact the family, request permission to exhume? Please.
Thinking how that could've been you in there? No, actually I'm thinking how bad that body's gonna smell when they pop that lid.
You don't fool me.
The only reason you didn't say what really happened is 'cause you were scared.
I wasn't scared.
Come on.
We worked together a long time.
I know you and your stupid macho front.
Why don't you just admit it? All right, so maybe I was a little scared, but I wasn't taught to deal with death.
All right? I was taught you do everything you can do to avoid it.
Well, that's really sad, Lasalle, 'cause where I'm from, you run from death, you run from life.
WADE: Hang on.
Oh.
MAN: Okay, open Now, where's Boyd's body? Good question.
Are they sure they exhumed the correct coffin? LASALLE: Boyd's name was on the vault it came out of.
Only Boyd wasn't inside.
WADE: Unless the body was cremated.
We did find ashes, although normally they're only found in urns.
But Boyd wasn't even supposed to be cremated, was he? Not according to Dr.
Bellamy.
Still, somebody checked the "Cremation" box on the "Designation of Remains" form.
But it wasn't the family, we checked.
Mortuary could've made a mistake.
Or Bellamy.
Or somebody didn't want us to know how Boyd really died.
Especially if he was murdered.
Sonja, Christopher, go to the mortuary.
I want to know who checked that box.
We're on it.
Any chance you can still find the C.
O.
D.
? DNA's usually destroyed during the cremation process.
I could try to find a partial bone or tooth, or perhaps cell degradation.
It's a long shot.
Only shot we got.
Wait, what did I miss? Who got shot? Nobody, dear.
At least not yet.
Wow.
Okay.
Well, taking that not-so-subtle hint, uh, I think I solved at least one murder.
Lieutenant Murray? Yeah.
And I'm not gonna lie to you either, it was not easy to match a murder weapon to the exact friction marks on the cartilage.
I mean, I tried a fishing line, all weights, piano wire, fiber optic You know, why don't I just-- I'll skip to the end.
Give me a second, I did a lot of work.
Sebastian All right, here we go, uh, Rose Iron.
Uh, it matches microscopic and corrosive dust that I found in the cartilage.
That plus its width, suggests harpsichord wire.
Kind of like this one.
Except, Rose Iron was replaced with brass in the 1700s, which means you're looking for a murder weapon that's at least 300 years old.
300 years? Just like the bones.
You're not gonna believe this, but Patton did a search on the Darknet looking for Baptiste's stolen artifacts.
And? He didn't find Baptiste's, but he did find artifacts stolen from other family crypts.
Want to take a wild guess who he traced the seller to? KARL: Well, this was unexpected, Agent Pride.
Did you, um, find anything? More than you wanted, I'm sure.
Black eye on the city, grave robbing.
Strikes at the heart of who we are.
You know, PD's been trying to find the ringleader for years now, turns out it's you.
(scoffing chuckle): What are you talking about? Hanson said, "Nobody crosses Baptiste.
" Now we know why.
We traced wire funds instructions instructions of stolen artifacts to shadow bank accounts linked to you.
Perfect cover, nobody would suspect a founding family.
This doesn't prove anything.
Proves trafficking of stolen goods on the internet-- Federal crime.
So's killing sailors.
Whoa, wait, I didn't kill anybody.
Why's everybody afraid of you? No one knows better than to rob the Baptiste family crypt, except Boyd, who apparently was desperate enough to try.
Which Lieutenant Murray suspected, but when he got on Boyd's trail, you were afraid the investigation would lead back to you.
(playing a run up and down the harpsichord keys) (single key clunking, no note playing) No doubt the missing wire's the murder weapon used to kill Lieutenant Murray.
Missing wire? I That must've been what was taken when they broke into my place, I I didn't report it 'cause I-I didn't think anything was missing, but that's obviously what they were after.
Okay, let's But listen to me, I swear, I had no idea Put your hands behind your back.
who this Murray person is.
or Boyd, I And even if I did, why would I kill people who could help me get my artifacts back.
My ring.
I swear, somebody's trying to set me up.
(phone beeping) Loretta's got something to show me.
Let's go.
What'd you find? According to the mortuary, the cremation form was already signed when it got there.
But I was able to locate a still intact bone fragment in Reservist Boyd's ashes, enough to test DNA.
Cause of death? Don't know.
But what I do know is those ashes don't belong to Reservist Boyd.
DNA matched a 78-year-old homeless man who died two weeks ago-- John Doe.
Who died in Orleans Parish.
Dr.
Bellamy's jurisdiction.
All right, so where's Boyd? Well, I may not know where he is, but I think I know where he was.
So, I've been working on the photos that Lieutenant Murray took at Boyd's Second Line.
And I was thinking, he must've been looking for something, right? But what? So I kept magnifying the photos until viola, right there, you see that? A reflection in the window? (tapping keys) That, ladies and gentlemen, is James Boyd alive and well, at his own funeral.
I still can't believe Boyd faked his own death.
I mean, you talk about a Hail Mary.
PRIDE: Pinned himself into a corner, figured it was his only way out.
So, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
(scoffs) Boyd robs Baptiste's crypt, keeps the take, pretends to be dead.
So what was he doing at his own funeral? It's a common fantasy to be curious about who'd show up at your funeral, so maybe Lieutenant Murray, since he was Boyd's counselor, had reason to believe he shared that fantasy.
Which means, Murray showed up at the funeral too, hoping to prove that Boyd was still alive.
Or Boyd was there because, once he realized the lieutenant was on to him, he knew he had to try and stop him before it was too late.
And, either way, two birds with one stone.
Keeps anybody from thinking Boyd's still alive, and eliminates the one man that would want to kill him for stealing from him.
Karl Baptiste.
Yeah, but is Boyd that smart? More likely, that desperate.
In debt, lot of bad people chasing him, one thing lead to another, things got worse.
Navy took a chance on him, Boyd betrayed that trust.
Even went so far as to kill one of their own.
We have to find him to face court martial.
Yeah, but how do we know he isn't long gone by now? Well, he hasn't been able to sell the stolen artifacts.
They're not even listed yet.
The man goes to all that trouble to disappear, he's gonna need money-- lots of it.
I mean, he has to sell.
Well, you can't sell the artifacts without proving where they came from.
That's what Hanson said.
Which means, Boyd has the artifacts, but not the bones to go with 'em.
PRIDE: Christopher, you and Sonja bring in Dr.
Bellamy.
He lied to us.
He had to have helped Boyd with that switch.
And what if he lawyers up? Slows down the investigation, and to give Boyd enough time to bolt.
You rethinking my offer to switch parishes? No, but I wanted to talk outside the office.
Okay.
Something wrong? Oh, come on, Steven, who are you kidding? You knew I'd run DNA on the ashes I found in Boyd's coffin.
You knew what I'd find, didn't you? Yes.
Then what are you still doing here? Why didn't you run? (sighs) Where would I go? God, Steven what happened to you? I just didn't think you would ever have done something like this.
I don't know.
Nobody cares about me, my family nobody cares I hardly make ends meet.
They just expect.
What do I get out of that? So you falsified Boyd's death certificate, use a homeless man's ashes to cover for him, for what? A couple bucks? I wouldn't be the first M.
E.
in this town to do something like that.
No, but you're the last I'd expect to do it.
Loretta please? Do the right thing, Steven.
Help us find James Boyd.
I don't know where he is.
Think.
I swear, I don't know where he is.
Talked to him yesterday.
Wait, you spoke to him yesterday? He called.
He wanted to know if if I would carbon date a bone for him.
DNA test it.
Said he needed it to authenticate some kind of ring he was trying to sell.
A ring? He's supposed to get back to me.
Haven't heard from him.
Apparently, he doesn't have the bone yet.
That's because we've got it.
Which means he needs to find another LASALLE: It's been two nights.
Thinking maybe the good doctor was wrong.
Boyd doesn't need a bone after all.
PRIDE (over radio): Hold on.
Got movement, back-right corner.
He's closing in.
PRIDE: Stand by.
Don't be stupid.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
PRIDE: Here we go.
Three twoone now! (grunts) We got a rabbit! Percy, heading your way.
Federal agents! Stop! (siren whooping) (tires screeching) Don't move! We will shoot you To quote a friend: "Don't be stupid.
" (panting) The Navy tried to help you, Boyd.
Lieutenant Murray tried to help you.
And now there's no one to help you.
Please, don't tell my wife.
It's better if she thinks I'm gone.
It's better if she don't ever know.
You should've thought about that before.
No fuss, no muss.
(siren wails in distance) The good news is we nailed three bad guys.
Four if you count Doc Bellamy.
Bad news Quadruple the paperwork.
Yeah, it would've been nice if Brody would've stuck around to help.
And Pride.
Well, Pride's got us for paperwork, so, it's good to be king.
Yeah, pun intended, but what's Brody's excuse? She's got to get ready.
And so do I.
Where you going? Oh, Lieutenant Murray's Second Line.
The Navy guys are putting it together.
Okay, so what's that got to do with this? Are you coming? (quiet laugh) It's Second Line, so no.
Exactly.
Enjoy.
Wait, you can't just dump all this on me.
Well, come along.
Well, you can't change the spots on a leopard.
Or a Neanderthal.
See you, Country Mouse.
Okay, hold on.
Let's get something straight here.
I did admit about being a little scared about the misfire, right? Reluctantly.
It's progress, not perfection.
Look, I understand what you've been trying to say to me, all right? And I appreciate it.
I do.
It means that you care about me more than you want to admit.
Calm down.
Now, you know what I mean.
But I do appreciate it.
I just sometimes, I guess, you got to hit me with a two by four to knock some sense into me.
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're partners, right? So we spend a lot of time together.
Get to know each other in more ways than just work.
Don't say "work husband.
" Don't worry.
All I'm saying is you help me with my stuff, how not facing my past kept me from growing, connecting better with others.
Right back at you, Lasalle.
Just saying.
(band playing Dixieland jazz) WADE: I just love this city.
Ditto that.
So, how did this tradition get started anyway? Some believe it started in the slave days, the long walk back from the cemetery outside the city singing and dancing, remembering the loved ones, and lessening the hardship of the miles.
Mm! Wikipedia Wade! (chuckles) Note to self, though, remind me to get photo approval before y'all put mine up like that and show it off.
(laughs) Good point.
It's a rich tradition; never gets old.
Kind of puts everything in perspective.
Yeah, perspective Lasalle doesn't have, probably never will.
Hey, don't be so hard on him.
Christopher will come around, sooner or later.
Roll tide.
Yeah, but I bet if he was around when Bear Bryant died, he'd Second Line him.
Who's Bear Bryant? Really? The best coach ever.
Won six National Championships at Alabama.
Nobody's got more.
I thought you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, you know me, I'm always up for a good party.
(Brody laughing) @elderman