(loud buzzing, grunting)
(yells, groans)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(buzzing, yelling)
Help!
(grunts)
(grunting)
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Running out of questions, Doc?
No, just writing down notes.
More notes than questions lately.
Must be making progress.
Do you think you're making progress?
Don't you? I've admitted to going off-book,
trying to make things right,
both at mine and my team's expense.
Talked about my childhood, fears, dreams, Mom, Dad and
my divorce. Are you in a rush
to get rid of me, Agent Pride? No.
But I am looking forward to getting HQ off my back
and moving on. Well, look,
as far as I'm concerned, you're definitely making progress,
okay? Okay.
In fact, I've been impressed.
You've been diligent about meeting,
answering questions,
identifying areas to improve. But?
But I think HQ's gonna need something a little more concrete
before they feel more confident.
Concrete. What does that mean?
I don't know. I can't answer that for you,
but I'm sure you'll figure something out.
See you next week.
Oh, by the way, speaking of your father,
HQ got a call from Slidell?
Apparently, the prison board's been trying
to get in touch with you? Yup.
My dad's up for parole again.
Been in prison a long time, hasn't he?
Are you gonna help him get paroled?
I wrote a letter last time, and it didn't help.
Might help if you showed up in person next time.
(phone beeps)
Got a case. Of course.
(camera shutter clicking)
Oh, brace yourselves.
Here he comes. I'm telling you, Percy,
you're blowing this way out of proportion, all right?
King's gonna be fine. Really? Pumping station
right next to the levee
Mayor Hamilton tried to blow up last year,
and a victim connected to that whole mess?
Last thing Pride needs is another trigger.
Morning. How's everybody?
Good. Great. Never better.
Good. What have we got?
Well, Seabee was apparently checking canal pumps last night,
releasing the water, slipped and fell in.
Must have gotten sucked under,
then trapped against the debris grates next
to one of the pipes. Who found him?
SONJA: Supervisor.
Turned off the pumps when he showed up
for work this morning, body floated up.
WADE: Which would mean he'd been dead at least
eight hours before.
Drowning victims usually stay submerged
until bacterial decomposition of the tissue
excretes gases, makes 'em buoyant.
Sounds like our sailor never had a chance.
You said he slipped? Thinking it was an accident?
Maybe, maybe not.
He's got a three-inch gash on his forearm.
Can't tell what caused it yet, but
it could be consistent with a defensive wound.
LASALLE: And we found bloodstains on the floodwall
over by his tablet.
Tell him who the victim is.
Seabee's name is Isaac Newell.
Same Isaac Newell that worked here before Clearwater.
But that's impossible.
Newell was convicted, along with everyone else
who helped Hamilton try to flood Clearwater.
He's supposed to be in prison.
LASALLE: Yeah, well,
somehow he got released.
And got his old job back, too.
GREGORIO: He made a plea deal.
I just got off the phone with the U.S. Attorney's office.
Said all charges against Newell were dropped
in exchange for a testimony
against somebody higher up on the Clearwater food chain.
So, wait. Newell got off scot-free?
The man took bribes, he told Hamilton's explosive experts
exactly which levee to blow.
Who's he testifying against? He wouldn't say.
Said he didn't want to compromise the case. The case?!
The case is closed! I helped them close it!
They must have reopened it to go after somebody else,
somebody obviously worth cutting a deal for.
Yeah, and somebody who obviously
has motive to kill Newell, shut him up.
Well, I should've been told about this.
I worked too damn hard to put those people away.
I'm gonna find out what the hell is going on.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, I don't think
you're gonna have much luck.
Soon as we heard, we took the liberty
of trying to do a workaround DOJ's Clearwater files.
All right, and what did you find out? PATTON: That's the thing.
Nothing. Which is unusual, 'cause
DOJ isn't typically known for having high levels
of encryption, but for some reason,
the Clearwater case-- it's... PATTON: Untouchable.
And that says a lot, coming from me.
Well, that doesn't make sense, Patton.
Look, King,
we know how much you went through on this case.
All right? Especially 'cause of Hamilton and all.
PRIDE: You're right, Chris. You're right.
But what I went through
to bring Hamilton down affected you, too. I know that.
And I'm working hard to rectify it, to move on
so that we all can, so,
let's just try to treat this like any other case,
investigate Seabee Newell's death.
If it leads us to Clearwater, so be it,
but if not, all the better, okay?
Okay. Okay. Sonja, Chris,
check surveillance cameras at the floodwall.
Sebastian, see if you and Loretta can figure out
what caused the gash on Newell's arm.
Patton, dig into his life, but no hacking.
Let's keep this aboveboard. Copy that.
What do you want me to do? Contact Isler, see what the FBI knows.
It's got to be something. SEBASTIAN: Whoa, wait. Hold on.
Where are you going? To talk to the lead investigator
on the Clearwater case. He might know something, too.
Yeah, but I thought you said... And then, I'm gonna call Rita in D.C.
She's in national security now.
She can backchannel DOJ,
find out who Newell was about to testify against.
Come on, let's learn things!
So much for treating this like any other case.
We can't talk about Newell here.
Let's take a walk.
Got prying eyes and ears everywhere. Okay.
Almost like it was back
when you and I helped bust the first Governor Edwards.
Why? What's going on, Charlie?
What... How did Newell get out?
Just like they all do-- cut a deal.
He's not the only one, either.
What do you mean he's not the only one? Who else got out?
Mr. Fournier, you owe me a call.
Sorry, Ms., uh, Schumaker. I ran into a friend.
Dwayne Pride, Assistant U.S. Attorney Schumaker.
Down here from D.C., helping out on a... case.
I think you can say "Clearwater," seeing as how
Agent Pride here was so involved
in helping us prosecute the case in the first place.
Read all your briefs. Feel like we've already met.
Nice to meet you, Ms. Schumaker. Something going on
with Clearwater I don't know about?
I'm afraid that's on a need-to-know basis.
Well, I might need to know. Investigating a possible murder.
Sailor was a coconspirator.
I didn't hear about that.
Let me look into it, and I'll get back to you.
I'll expect your call.
Ma'am.
Newell got killed? When?
Last night, and I'm not sure he was killed yet,
but if he was, my chief suspect's
gonna be whoever he was willing to testify against.
I need a name, Charlie.
Everybody wants that name, Dwayne.
That's why Schumaker's here,
what this whole thing's about.
Hamilton's mystery partner?
Hamilton had the ego and connections,
but you always suspected that the deep pockets and the muscles
had to come from somebody else.
We just couldn't prove it.
Yeah, but Newell? He knew who it was?
Newell had a piece of the puzzle, maybe,
but two other coconspirators had pieces, also.
They used them to cut deals and get out, too. Who?
Doesn't matter. They got killed, too.
Mystery man is taking them all out,
making it look like accidents.
Obviously doesn't want to be found,
but the Feds aren't leaving town until they do.
I ain't gonna lose any sleep over Newell's death, Dwayne.
Or the others. Okay.
I know we both feel the same. You almost lost your job
because of what they did.
I lost my wife. I remember, Charlie.
If Hamilton walks, Dwayne,
I swear to God, I'll kill him myself. Okay.
I know, Charlie, I know.
But he's in for life,
and that's gonna have to be enough.
It's not enough for me.
Anything to connect Newell's death
to the other coconspirators I called you about?
Uh, no, nothing yet. Uh, Sebastian's with Wade,
but she hasn't finished the autopsy yet.
And nothing NOPD sent on the other two vics
indicates anything other than accidents.
Well, then we're missing something
because they're not accidents.
They're connected to Clearwater.
King? What about Gregorio?
Has Isler or the FBI called?
Have they given us anything to go on yet?
Not that we're aware of. Well, come on, people!
We got to move faster, then, we got to dig deeper.
Too many bad people who are supposed
to be in prison are getting out,
and if we can't figure out who's killing them,
who Hamilton's mystery partner is,
we're never gonna figure out... WOMAN: Dwayne?
Surprise!
(laughs) What?
Rita!
(kissing sound) Hi. RITA: Hi.
Wait. Weren't you in D.C.
when I called you this morning?
Yes, I was... Okay, so then, I don't understand.
So you just flew in then? Not that I'm complaining, but...
What's going on?
What happened?
Um, I didn't want to tell you this over the phone.
(sighs) Hamilton's about to make a deal.
He's turning state's evidence.
He's getting out of prison, Dwayne.
(laughs) Over my dead body.
(typing) (sighs)
Sorry. I wake you? No.
Maybe, but it's okay.
I understand. You up? You want some coffee?
No. I'm fine.
Sit. Obsess.
(chuckles softly) I mean it.
I know you, Dwayne.
I know if you don't find a way
to keep Hamilton behind bars, you'll be a...
pain.
Well, gee, thank you
for your support. (laughs)
Trying to figure out who Hamilton's mystery partner is?
(sighs) Yeah.
That's the only way they'd let him out;
he's got to be a pretty catch for DOJ, too.
If I can figure out who it is before he gives up the name,
he loses his bargaining chip,
stays in prison.
And then everything you've gone though
won't be for naught, right?
Something like that.
That a bad thing? Depends on how far you're willing to go
to keep Hamilton in prison. Hopefully not as far
as you nearly went to put him there.
I can't just let him walk, Rita.
I know you don't want to lose him, Dwayne,
but I don't want to lose you, either.
When do you have to go back?
(sighs)
When I know you're okay.
(dog barking in distance)
SONJA: Oh, my gosh.
Will you stop barking like this?
You stop it!
PRIDE: Sonja? Huh? Ooh!
I'm sorry. Look at what you did, girl--
you woke up my boss. I had to bring her.
Unfortunately, she listens better to Gregorio than me.
What are you doing here? It's 5:30.
PATTON: (grunts) Got a bad guy to find,
no time to find him, man. Good to see you again, Rita.
You, too, Patton.
Sooner we find Hamilton's partner,
the sooner we don't have to worry about you.
(clears throat) Coffee on?
It's brewing. ISLER: Good.
'Cause I could use a cup myself.
Isler. (barking, growling)
Really? GREGORIO: Oh, don't mind her--
she doesn't like cops.
But you're cops, too.
GREGORIO: Hey, Rita, welcome back.
RITA: Glad to be back, and glad
to see you guys have his back.
Always.
All right, come on,
let's learn things. (clapping)
Thank you. There you go. All right.
Thank you.
So I just got off the phone with the warden at Slidell.
Hamilton's scheduled to be taken to the federal courthouse
at noon tomorrow, under heavy guard. Okay,
so we have until then to find out who's behind all this
before Hamilton walks.
Must be quite a prize.
I've got all my D.C. contacts
trying to figure out who it could possibly be,
but DOJ's pretty tight-lipped.
FBI's looking into the other coconspirator deaths, right?
I mean, see if they were murdered, too?
I have the FBI working with NOPD right now.
Good, 'cause if we can find out who killed both them
and Newell... We can get the partner's name,
and beat Hamilton to the punch.
PRIDE: Really appreciate you
helping us out on this, Raymond.
I'm not just doing this for you, Pride.
IDing Hamilton's partner without
losing Hamilton's a big win.
Might just get me back to D.C.
(Skype ringing on multiple phones)
ALL: Sebastian!
Aw, man, you hit Group Skype, dude.
Whoa.
It's a crazy Brady Bunch flashback.
WADE: Dwayne,
think we might've found something.
Your sailor had traces
of carbon fiber in his wound.
Yea, high tech, too. Very specific.
Designed for high-speed flight so that the composite
doesn't break apart. It's usually found in propellers.
Propellers?
Right, sorry, that's...
I'm burying the lede. Um,
we think that Newell
was hit by a drone propeller.
WADE: Right, if it was a defensive wound, it was because
somebody was attacking him with a drone.
Then somebody was trying to make him fall into the water.
Sounds like murder to me.
And a very specific murderer.
You know, drones are not easy to fly,
especially when someone is using it as a weapon.
You want me to revisit your Clearwater files
and see if any players have that kind of expertise?
Yeah, that's a good idea, thanks.
Hey, Sebastian,
get with my forensics agents.
See if drones could've been used with
either one of the coconspirators, too. Copy that.
Bobby Brady out.
(chuckles)
What's the matter, Chris?
I don't know. I mean, I get how solving
the sailor's murder gets us closer to Hamilton's partner,
but if he's that big a deal... SONJA: He wouldn't get his hands dirty
with drones, let alone murder.
So, then, we're looking for a gun for hire.
It still should lead us to the partner's name.
But maybe not in time.
Yeah.
ISLER: Hey, Pride...
where you going?
To have a chat with the one person who does know the name.
Who, Hamilton? You're gonna go and see him?
Pride, that's a bad idea, if you know what I'm sayin'.
SONJA: Besides, he wouldn't tell you anything anyway.
That name is his Get Out of Jail Free card.
Well, he might not be in such a hurry to get out, though,
once I tell him somebody's
gonna kill him. GREGORIO: You can't...
Go.
(Isler exhales)
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
Oh, God.
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
Thank you.
Well, well...
(chuckling): ...well.
What a surprise.
It's Dwayne Pride
and the lovely little lady
who stopped you from shooting me.
Tell you what, when I get out of here,
I'd really love to buy you a drink,
you know, say thanks. Two strikes.
I'm gay and I hate your guts.
Oh... Cut the crap, Douglas, sit down.
I'm here for one reason, one reason only.
I want you to tell me who your partner is.
Yeah, well, you're just gonna have to wait, Dwayne.
'Cause, as I'm sure you've heard,
my entire future depends on...
You don't have a future.
Douglas, your partner is gonna kill you,
just like he killed everybody else who was
stupid enough to think that they could make a deal, too.
Yeah, I don't believe you. Then you're an idiot.
You sure you don't want to have those drinks? You don't want to believe me?
Fine. You can rot in hell, as far as I'm concerned,
for everything you've done. Yeah, well, first, I'm getting out of here.
I'm not gonna let that happen. Well, empty threats ain't gonna stop me.
They're not empty threats. People died
because of you. They trusted you, and you used them,
just like you use everybody else. Pride...
You don't just get to walk out of here,
you don't get to get away with it. You gonna finish what
you started, huh? You don't get to get out of here.
You gonna finish what you started? Yeah? Yes, I am!
You gonna take me out yourself?
If I have to. Is that right?
That's right. Well, that's tough talk.
Let me tell you something,
we both know better, don't we? Guard!
And we both know....
that tomorrow,
whether you like it or not,
I'm a free man.
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
So deal with that.
(door closes)
Pride.
You know, there's still a chance
Hamilton doesn't get out. We still have time...
Maybe we ought to just let him walk,
let his partner take care of him.
Come on, you don't mean that.
That's not right, that's not what we do.
That's what he would do.
Who is that?
My father.
Dwayne?
Let's go.
You're not gonna like this, King.
We think we know who killed our sailor
and the other two. SONJA: Which means he's got to be working
for Hamilton's partner.
So why won't I like it?
Wait, Fournier? Are you sure?
SONJA: DA asked him to assist DOJ's investigation
into Clearwater last year.
He knows all the players.
And he requested to help this time, again...
when they started cutting deals.
Plus, Patton checked the car and cell GPS,
so we can place him at each location
around the time of all three murders.
LASALLE: Expert investigator,
knows how to cover his tracks.
Not exactly hard evidence. Maybe not, but...
his hobby is drones, Pride.
Races them recreationally. Supposedly, he's good at it.
LASALLE: Even worse,
Fournier's bank account--
a lot of money has been deposited
into his account the last couple of weeks,
including $9,000 just yesterday.
Right after Newell was killed.
And when you factor in what happened to his wife...
He's got motive.
Revenge.
Think it's safe to assume
he's supposed to kill Hamilton too,
soon as he gets out of prison.
GREGORIO: If Fournier's motive is revenge,
why would he work with the partner?
why wouldn't he just kill him?
Well, knowing Charlie, he wants to make sure
he gets everybody responsible.
He's always been methodical that way.
Sorry, King.
Know how close you two are.
Stay here, we're gonna go make the arrest.
Yeah.
PRIDE: No.
We can't arrest him, not yet.
SONJA: Why not? Newell's our case.
We know who did it, don't we have to... No, but if we
arrest Charlie now, he'll lawyer up.
Which means there's no way he'll tell us
who the partner is before...
before Hamilton walks.
And that's not happening.
MAN: Let me get this straight--
you're asking to go rogue?
Oh, no, it's not really rogue if NCIS approves it.
It's more like, um... undercover.
To do what, exactly, again?
To make Fournier believe that I want to kill Hamilton
just as much as he does.
This is crazy, Dwayne. I know,
JJ, it's crazy, but we don't have much time.
And it's the only way to get the name
of Hamilton's mystery partner
and keep Hamilton in prison.
NCIS has to want that, too.
Of course we do, but it just seems risky,
especially considering your history with Hamilton.
I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
And, just for the record, if this backfires,
you're not gonna like it, either.
Is that a yes?
(clicks tongue) All right.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to fire me.
You do realize everybody's talking about
you getting fired, right?
Oh, glad to hear it's getting around.
Hopefully, Charlie's heard about it, too.
What... Charlie.... Fournier?
This is-this is the man
that you're going to, what, team up with
to kill Hamilton, if I understand this plan correctly?
Relax, Isler, it's just a ruse.
It's not like I'm going off-book again.
HQ has sanctioned it.
Besides, I'm not actually gonna kill Hamilton,
just threaten him, so stop worrying.
Worry? Why-why should I worry?
It's a perfectly reasonable plan,
except for the fact that you almost did kill Hamilton,
or have you forgotten that little incident?
Nope, I remember.
RITA: Sorry, I forget--
do you want the shotgun or the .45?
PRIDE: Uh...
better take both, just in case.
Since I'm no longer NCIS,
decided I had better leave
my service weapon behind.
Don't want Charlie to get suspicious.
ISLER: What? Look, it's a tall order,
expecting him not to be suspicious.
And you're okay with all this?
No, of course not. I'm worried sick.
But if Dwayne can get close enough to Charlie,
convince him that they're on the same side...
Then maybe he'll tell me who Hamilton's partner is
before we have to kill him.
Which you're not gonna actually do.
Remember?
Right. But the good news is that even if
Dwayne doesn't get the name first, he'll be in a position
to save Hamilton from Charlie
if it comes down to that.
ISLER: Ah, so, now you're gonna actually
save Hamilton. Is that right?
Hamilton's due in court at 3:00
to give up his partner's name,
which means we have until then
to get that name first.
I'm still working my D.C. contacts,
but I'm not optimistic.
Keep trying.
Isler, I'm hoping
you can coordinate my team from here.
Patton's working Charlie's cell, laptop,
and routing numbers,
trying to get the name that way.
And where's the rest of your team?
Setting up at the courthouse in case
we don't ID the partner in time.
Which means I've got to get to Charlie first.
(sighs)
Hey! Whoa!
Dwayne, what the hell are you doing?
Just drive, Charlie.
Go!
What's the matter?
Somebody after you? No.
Somebody's after you.
My team knows
that you killed Newell and the others.
You got to be kidding, man. Skip it.
They know because I know.
I know about the money, the drones,
covering your tracks.
Did you think I wouldn't figure it out?
You screwed up, Charlie. I don't care.
Those bastards deserved it, and you know it.
I'm not saying they didn't.
I just can't believe it's you doing it.
Yeah, well, believe it, 'cause there was no way I was gonna
let them get away with what they did, what happened. No way.
So, what, you gonna bust me?
Is that it?
That's how you plan on
getting your freaking badge back.
You gonna throw me to the wolves.
You heard about that?
You kidding?
The great Dwayne Pride getting his ass canned?
It's a small town, brother. That's big news.
Listen, man, if you think I'm just gonna let you
turn me in... I'm not gonna bust you,
Charlie, that's not why I'm here.
I don't want my badge back, anyway,
not if NCIS is willing
to let Hamilton walk. All right, then.
So what do you want?
I want what you want.
I want Hamilton.
GREGORIO: Showtime.
Hamilton just arrived at the courthouse.
He's already wearing a suit, too.
Think he knows
he's gonna walk or what?
GREGORIO: I wouldn't doubt it for a second.
Any sign of Pride?
LASALLE: He's just arriving now,
too, with Fournier.
Good news is marshals
won't let any weapons past,
so at least Fournier's unarmed.
But still, he's got to have some other way of trying
to take Hamilton out. LASALLE: Yeah. If he does,
Pride'll stop him.
ISLER: Let's hope so.
All right, let's stay focused.
Let's wait and see what happens.
BAILIFF: All rise.
While court is in session, there will be no audio
or video recording devices allowed in the courtroom.
Please remain silent during the proceedings.
If you have a cell phone, please silence it now.
Honorable Chief Judge Edwin Miller, U.S. District Court
for the Eastern District He won't be smiling for long.
of Louisiana presiding.
Be seated.
Aren't we supposed to take out Hamilton
before he reveals the name?
I mean, isn't that the whole point?
How are we gonna do it in here?
You want to go through with this or don't you?
More than anything. But I also want
to get away with it. Trust me.
We will. I've got friends
in high places.
I understand the defendant,
Douglas Hamilton,
and the U.S. Attorney
have reached a plea deal, Ms. Schumaker?
Yes, Your Honor. We have. In exchange
for the identity of his coconspirator,
of which Mr. Hamilton has provided
fully vetted evidence to support our belief
that once he provides a name, we'll be able
to prosecute the entire... I have it all
in front of me, Ms. Schumaker.
Thank you. But what I don't have
is Mr. Hamilton's signed release papers
in the event of judgment.
I, uh...
must have left them
in the conference room. May I?
Go on. Please hurry.
(fire alarm blaring)
GUARD: Ladies and gentlemen!
Please make your way to the north hall.
(frightened chatter, alarm continues blaring)
GUARD: Once outside...
With me, Mr. Hamilton.
What's going on?
What do you mean, someone pulled the fire alarm?
That's awfully convenient.
(alarm continues blaring) Please continue to exit...
They're taking Hamilton away.
What are we waiting for? You'll see. This way.
Sit here. All right, uh, hold-hold on.
Now, shouldn't we be getting out of here?
What if there's really a fire? I don't understand.
Grab his gun.
Dwayne? The hell is going on?
Hurry up. Shoot him.
What are you waiting for?
Shoot him!
Who are you working for?
Who's his partner?
Wait, what?
You're under arrest, Charlie.
Three counts of murder,
conspiracy to commit.
Give me a name.
Maybe you can cut a deal, too.
It's your only chance.
You're kidding me. You're playing me?
For what? To help that piece of crap?
(gunshots)
Really? I'm the biggest threat right now?
Roger, copy that. Third floor clear.
Going to fourth floor. Headed to fourth floor.
Ma'am? Dwayne Pride.
He shot Charlie. He kidnapped Hamilton.
What? What? No, what...? (screams)
What are you doing? Just move.
Excuse me.
Have you seen them leave? No, did you?
We lost 'em, Isler.
Both of them.
Damn it.
It's all over the news, Isler.
That, coupled with APBs and BOLOs out for Pride--
it's a full-on manhunt. It's more like a witch hunt.
I mean, it's just like last year with Hamilton, only worse.
This time they think Pride killed a man.
What a mess.
(sighs) Leave it to Pride.
I just don't get why he ran.
I mean, if he's innocent, then...
"If," Sebastian?
Well, I mean... You know what I mean. Yeah, Sebastian's right, though.
I mean, why take off with Hamilton? Why not
just stick around and say what really happened?
RITA: Only one explanation.
Dwayne was trying to save him,
just like he said he was going to do.
Yeah, but save him from who?
Whoever was lying in wait, working with Fournier.
Which means he was working for Hamilton's partner, too.
Obviously at the courthouse
to take both Hamilton and Fournier out.
To cover his tracks, which is apparently what he does best,
or we'd know who he is by now.
Uh, no luck
with your D.C. contacts, I take it? No.
And I have tried everyone I know, too.
SEBASTIAN: Okay, but if we can figure out
who pulled the trigger, then we can
at least figure out the partner's name.
Which exonerates Pride
and puts Hamilton
back in prison.
ISLER: All right.
I already told the FBI
that I'm taking lead on this.
The courthouse surveillance cameras
are coming here first. I want you two to pour over them.
We got to find that killer.
You got it. Let's roll.
Are Gregorio and Percy still at the courthouse?
Yeah, trying to figure out how Pride and Hamilton escaped.
Help them. We got to find Pride before NOPD.
We can't save him or Hamilton unless we do.
I'm on it.
(sighs)
What?
You're not just doing this
to try and get your old job back. You...
...care about Dwayne, don't you? (scoffs)
I can neither confirm or deny that, Counselor.
(chuckling): Okay.
Uh, excuse me.
Where are you going?
See what I can find out at the courthouse.
I'm DOJ, too.
Besides...
you're not the only one who cares about Dwayne.
Uh, Counselor?
Hmm?
Be careful.
Killer could still be there.
HAMILTON: You're just driving around in circles, aren't you?
Well, sooner or later you're gonna have to stop for gas,
somebody's gonna spot you, and I am just gonna
scream for help.
Or I could just shoot you instead.
I got plenty of bullets left. Yeah, give me a break, Dwayne.
You could have shot me by now and you know it.
Come on, man.
Let's eat. Stop. I'm hungry.
Tell me who your partner is, I'll turn around.
Yeah? Turn around, take me back to prison?
I don't think so. I told you,
I'm not going back there.
And I'm not giving you a name, either.
Sorry, I know that's the reason
you saved me back there in the first place.
No, I saved you because I knew your partner
was gonna try and kill you, and I was right.
You owe me.
I owe you? Yes.
The same guy that put me in prison
in the first place? You put yourself there, Douglas.
You say tomato... You know what?
You ought to be more worried about me right now
than prison. Eh.
Just give me the name, all right?
Who do you think you're kidding, huh?
You don't got the upper hand, Dwayne.
I got the upper hand.
Cops think you shot Fournier.
They're after you, not me.
You might even have to share a cell
with your old man.
Won't that be fun?
I didn't shoot Charlie, and you know it.
Well, I'm not vouching for you.
No way. No way, baby.
You the dead man here, not me.
Dead man.
We'll see about that.
(tires squeal)
What the hell are you doing?
Dwayne?
Found out how Pride escaped the courthouse.
Somebody stole a fleet car from the garage.
Disabled the security cameras, too.
You get a plate? Better.
Got the VIN number, but already sent it to Patton to see
if he can hack into the GPS. Good work.
But not good enough.
Look, if we don't find Pride
before he goes off the rails
and takes Hamilton... Look, don't-don't say it, okay?
I mean, we all know what the stakes are by now.
All right, enough already.
You got anything from the courthouse cameras?
Well, not until now. Check this out.
All right, that's the corridor outside the holding room
where Fournier was killed.
Everyone is evacuating
from the fire alarm, right? Except her.
Who's she? Here, allow me.
Assistant U.S. Attorney Schumaker.
Sounds legit. Except it's not.
Everyone is looking for her at the courthouse,
especially since she allegedly witnessed the shooting.
Let me guess, she disappeared?
Yeah. So I called D.C.,
and I had the police go to Joyce Schumaker's apartment,
where they found her murdered.
The killer stole her identity.
RITA: But I stole the killer's phone.
She left it in the courtroom
in her hurry to get out of there.
Oh, good work, Rita.
Get this to Patton, have him tear it apart.
If that's the killer, then she definitely had to have contact
with the mystery partner. Okay.
Then I'll take over trying to find where Pride's car's at.
Already found it.
Not gonna like where it is.
Looks like he's on his way to the levees
they almost blew up last year.
The levees. Why?
Hopefully not to finish what he started.
PRIDE: Keep moving! So, what, you're too much of a coward to pull that trigger?
Are you gonna push me in, drown me? Is that it?
This is where your partner killed Newell.
Right here.
Yeah, well, you're not him.
And you know what?
I'm gonna call your bluff.
Because you're too much of a freaking Boy Scout.
You talk tough, you want to cross that line,
but you can't. I'm not gonna let you walk.
You have no choice, 'cause you got nothing!
(chuckles)
Look at you.
I bet you wish you were your old man right about now, huh?
'Cause old Cassius, he'd have the balls to pull that trigger.
He'd push me in there without a second thought.
But you?
You can't.
Yeah?
(laughs)
♪ ♪
You're right.
I'm not.
I'm not my old man.
I'll find out your partner's name another way.
After he kills you.
You think I'm afraid of him?
Huh? You think that I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do?
How I'm gonna get away with this?
Well, screw you!
Screw you, Dwayne! Screw you...
(shouting)
(gasps) Dwayne!
Dwayne, help me! Help...
♪ ♪
(gasping)
Come on!
(panting)
(groans)
(coughing, laughing)
(groans)
What's so funny?
I'm just so confused, is all.
Did you just actually save me?
Don't flatter yourself. It's... just instinct.
You'll do anything to get me back into prison, won't you?
Just so you know, it doesn't matter.
I'm not giving you my partner's name.
ISLER: That's okay.
We already have it.
Got it off the cell phone from your partner's hit man.
Actually, hit woman,
who was hired by your partner to kill you.
But thanks to Pride, she didn't.
SEBASTIAN: That's the good news.
You want to know what the bad news is?
LASALLE: Now that we know the name, deal's off.
You're going back to prison, Hamilton.
(grunts)
Now I'm sad you saved me.
Now I'm glad I did.
NEWS ANCHOR: The FBI arrested
Chief Judge Edwin Miller this morning
for conspiracy, extortion, fraud,
and contract murder charges in connection
with the Clearwater shipyard scandal last year.
Sources say that Miller was working
with the previously convicted Mayor Hamilton
as well as organized crime,
which was allegedly funding the illegal project. Now...
PATTON: Going out on a limb here.
I'm-a say that's a big win for you.
For all of us. For all of us. A big win for all of us.
Although I will say I would feel much better if we had nailed
Miller's hired gun, too. You'll find her.
And if you don't, we will.
Nobody messes with NCIS. Yas.
(chuckles) (growling)
Do you guys have a license for that dog?
Do you have insurance for your kneecaps?
I think that's my cue to leave. (barks)
Hey, Isler,
thanks for helping us.
I mean it.
LASALLE: Yeah, especially for helping us
save Pride.
Just doing my job.
Besides, as far as I'm concerned,
Pride saved himself.
At least, that's how I hope his bosses see it.
PRINCE: Everything looks in order to me, Agent Pride.
Thank you, sir.
Didn't go off-book at all.
I'll be the judge of that.
And my judgment is you don't have to worry
about us looking over your shoulder anymore.
Congratulations, you're officially cleared.
(chuckles softly)
What about my team?
What about them?
Are they cleared, too?
They were never under investigation, Dwayne,
just you.
Fair warning, though--
stay off my radar.
No second chances here.
So, what are you gonna do to celebrate?
RITA: Are you sure about this?
PRIDE: It's long overdue.
Do you want me to come in with you?
No, no. Thanks.
I just..
You got a plane to catch. You got to get home.
How are you getting home?
I'll figure something out.
Hey.
Come on.
Don't worry about me.
I'm gonna be okay.
I know.
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for being here for me.
My pleasure.
♪ ♪
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
We're fine.
If you're here for a thank you, you can just forget it.
Well, I didn't help get you paroled for you, Dad--
I did it for me.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
You wouldn't understand.
Or probably care, for that matter.
Oh, poor Dwayne.
Your big bad daddy hurt you that much, did he?
Tell me something:
how did you turn out to be so good, then?
I don't know how good I am.
But, uh, however much it is, I owe it to you.
You probably never knew this, but I grew up
wanting to be just like you.
I admired you.
Everybody did. They loved you,
looked up to you...
till they didn't.
Till I didn't.
Yeah?
When was that?
Today.
When I realized I had to stop trying to...
make up for all the damage you've done,
for all the people you hurt.
Took me long enough.
But here I am.
Looks like we're both free now.
(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
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