Over here. Come on, come on.
Lets go. Move it.
(rustling nearby)
What was that?
This is a restricted area!
Identify yourself,
or you will be detained!
(two silenced gunshots)
Get the crate.
Welcome to the Big Easy, Mr. Desmond.
Hope you enjoy your stay.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom
♪ How, how, how, how
♪ Hey, hey
♪ You gotta come on.
Good morning, Christopher.
Not for everyone, it aint.
COD of both vics
is a single, close-range GSW to the base
of the skull, and the placements identical.
Multiple shooters?
Cant be sure, but the victims
died simultaneously and without warning.
They were ambushed.
Most likely. By people
who were advanced in training.
How do you know that?
The entry wound angles are precise, almost surgical.
The bullets had a direct path to the brain stem.
Like flipping a light switch.
Meet David Anderson and Ted Loomis.
Found their DIA credentials in the van. But get this:
theyre both administrative clerks out of DC.
Since when do clerks carry MP5s?
About as often as they conduct covert field operations. Never.
Hey, guys. Come check this out.
All right, so riddle me this: what do you get when you cross
a plain pine box with a self-contained oxygen system
and reinforced restraints?
The perfect way
and reinforced restraints?
The perfect way
to transport someone without anybody knowing.
Yeah.
The jack in this box was pretty banged up, too.
I found significant blood and skin cell traces.
LASALLE: This wasnt a hit.
It was a rescue mission.
Anderson and Loomis were just collateral damage.
Why is the Defense Intelligence Agency
running ops here without letting us know?
Dont know. But we got at least one trained gunman
out there on the loose, and theyre gonna tell us
who was in this crate and why.
Who gets to make that call?
Till Pride comes back, the privilege is all mine.
PRIDE: Good seeing you.
Well see you later on today, all right?
Thank you. Hey.
Okay,
Mr. Rogers.
Wha...?
Now that youve literally said hello
to every person in your neighborhood,
can we please keep it moving?
Whats the rush?
Glad to see you, Dwayne.
Thank you. The sun is out,
theres not a cloud in the sky;
its a perfect day for a walk.
A short
walk
is what we agreed to.
People want to chat.
How you doing? MAN: Hey, Dwayne.
Itd be rude to ignore them.
You are loving it, Dad.
Ah, maybe a little.
You know I wouldnt have made it this far without you.
And that is why you are my favorite child.
Im your only child.
Mm.
(chuckles)
And who are you fooling?
With or without me, you wouldve fought your way back.
Im not so sure about that.
Tell me something.
(bicycle bell dings)
Howd you get to be so smart?
Mm, Mom.
Good-lookin?
Mom.
(both laugh)
(monitor beeping)
Check the monitor.
(monitor beeping)
Check the monitor.
(coughs) Im fine.
Just do it. Please?
(sighs)
Yeah, Ive...
145 BPM.
Its time to go back upstairs.
Just let me catch my breath.
Lets do another loop around the block.
Dad, its only been eight weeks. Your body is still healing.
You need to rest. Go upstairs.
Ill run to the market, and if youre good,
maybe I will let you help me cook dinner later.
Mémés world-famous étouffée?
If youre good.
Ill be good.
Okay.
Bye.
Yeah, I understand that, maam, but Ive called
and left three messages for our DIA liaison.
Special Agent Christopher Lasalle.
Lasalle. L-A-S...
You know what, forget it. Ill call back later.
Still no luck with the DIA?
No.
Still no luck with the DIA?
No.
I dont see how Pride does it. I mean, sorting through
all this red tape is like a full-time job in itself.
What about Deputy Director Sanchez?
Radio silence. His assistant says
hes in a budget meeting all day.
Well, maybe thats code for catching a Nationals game.
What are you doing here, Pride?
Nice to see you, too, Gregorio.
Hi.
Youre looking good, King.
One day at a time.
Really happy to see you,
but shouldnt you be home resting?
Im taking a break from taking a break.
Dont worry, its just a social call.
Good news: I got a hit on the blood from the crate. Its a...
Oh, thank God.
Wha...? Seba...
GREGORIO: Easy, baby. Hes still recovering.
What? Oh, sorry. Im sorry.
Its okay, Se... Sebastian, its okay.
Look, I know yall got work to do.
Im just gonna drop these pastries in the kitchen,
and then Ill get out of your hair.
Thank you, King.
Yeah.
You were saying you got a hit off the blood from the crate?
Yeah. So, DNA from the crime scene
matched an Interpol profile for a particularly bad dude.
LASALLE: Terrance Desmond?
Desmond was
a former IRA bomb maker
behind a 2004 pub explosion that killed 18.
Spent the last ten years
selling his services to the highest bidder.
Navy was investigating his involvement
in a bombing attempt in a forward staging base
off the coast of Yemen. Yeah.
About a month ago, he just... he disappeared.
Considering the box he was in,
Id say it was more like
taken.
Yeah. Somebody wanted him back.
Probably to build them a bomb.
We got to find him now.
What we need
is more intel from HQ. I mean, without it,
were swinging in the dark while the clock keeps ticking.
Maybe I can help.
When it comes to getting DC on the phone,
I can be very persuasive.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Please enter
your challenge word.
(beeping)
Access granted.
Thanks for taking my call, Dan.
To be honest, Dwayne, I wasnt expecting
to hear from you for quite some time.
I didnt know you were back at work.
Im not.
Just pinch-hitting.
Hes helping us on an important case.
Just pinch-hitting.
Hes helping us on an important case.
This about the DIA and the missing prisoner,
Terrance Desmond?
Kind of hard for us to do our job
when you dont answer our calls, sir.
Apologies, Agent Lasalle.
Special Agent in Charge McGill retired a month ago.
Weve had issues coordinating our Southeast field offices.
All the SSAs formerly under his watch
have unfortunately felt the void.
When is Director Vance gonna pick a replacement?
He already has. Look, Dwayne, I was gonna fly down there
to tell you this in person.
Tell me what?
to tell you this in person.
Tell me what?
Youre the new SAC.
Thats funny.
Im not joking. Yes, your methods
have ruffled a few feathers, but nobody can argue
with your success rate or level of commitment.
The choice was an easy one to make.
Dont say no yet, Dwayne.
Do me a personal favor and think about it.
Well, if Pride leaves, what happens to NCIS New Orleans?
Glad you asked.
(jazz music playing in distance)
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
NCIS. Special Agent Khoury.
We appreciate the support, Sergeant Rivers.
Youll have a full suspect dossier in ten minutes.
Sergeant, I cannot stress enough how extremely dangerous
Terrance Desmond is.
Yeah, hang on a second, please?
Sebastian,
right?
Mm.
You have impeccable timing.
(mouth full): Thank you.
NOPD needs everything
weve got on Terrance Desmond.
Do you mind sending those files over?
Uh, yeah, I-I can do that.
Great.
While were at it, lets circle back with Interpol.
See if you can get whatever you can
on friends, family, known associates.
It might shed some light on some of our shooters, too.
Uh, okay, yeah, Im-Im all over it.
Okay, great.
Uh, okay, yeah, Im-Im all over it.
Okay, great.
And, Sebastian?
You got a little something on your...
The other side.
Oh.
(chuckles) Okay.
Who is she?
I dont know.
Why are you taking orders from her?
I dont know.
Hey. Is there something I can help you with, Ms....?
Khoury.
Hannah Khoury. As a matter of fact, there is.
Gregorio?
Yeah.
I could really use your opinion.
My opinion?
Yeah. What if I were to tell you
My opinion?
Yeah. What if I were to tell you
our dead DIA clerks were actually security specialists
assigned to transfer high-value detainees into Navy custody?
Id need more details on the operation.
What if there werent any?
What if the DIA was only providing support
for someone elses party? A very private one,
where the guests dont officially exist.
CIA ghost prisoners?
Exactly what I was thinking.
Hey, whats going on, man?
Um, the DIA
Hey, whats going on, man?
Um, the DIA
is helping the CIA move off-the-record detainees.
Move them from where?
Million dollar question,
Patton, one of several.
And since our associates at Langley
arent known for their warm and fuzzy cooperation,
were gonna have to find the answers on our own.
Who the hell are you?
Shes your new boss.
Hi.
This cant be happening. He literally just got back.
Why wouldnt Pride tell us hes being replaced?
Hes not being replaced. Im sure he didnt say yes.
PATTON: Well, what if he did? What if hes really done?
I dont want a new boss. I like the one we have.
Plus, Im awful with change.
Pridell sort things out.
All right? He always does.
But no matter what happens, we still need to track down
who murdered two DIA agents and find a missing bomb maker.
PRIDE: Sanchez thinks
very highly of you.
Well, then he has me
at a disadvantage, since Ive never met the man.
He offered you my job for a reason.
So you should know,
I only considered the position
after hearing that you would be the new regional SAC.
Rumors of my... promotion have been
greatly exaggerated.
My apologies. Ill remove my name
from consideration.
Dont. Youve done nothing wrong.
from consideration.
Dont. Youve done nothing wrong.
From what I hear, youre more than qualified
to... fill my shoes.
(chuckles): Thats an impossible assignment,
Special Agent Pride, but...
I will do my best, if
I still have the job.
I will do my best, if
I still have the job.
Youre modest for someone with such an impressive track record.
Same could be said of you.
Youve consulted
with four different support teams in less then two years.
Naples, Bahrain, Yokosuka, Hong Kong.
Singapore, actually.
What can I say, I have a flair for the exotic.
Then why take a full-time post in New Orleans?
I go where Im needed.
Thats your answer for the bosses.
Whats the real one?
First, can I ask you something?
Why did you come to work today?
Nobody would have expected you to come back so soon,
if at all, but here you are.
My guess is that once upon a time you made a choice,
you decided to put your job above all else.
Self-sacrifice for the greater good.
That what youre doing?
Truth is, Im tired of living out of a suitcase.
And Im tired of saying good-bye to friends.
And I am tired of pretending
that I dont need consistency in my life.
Its time to find a home.
That said,
I have no intention of kicking you out of yours.
And, until you say otherwise...
Im just a guest.
And Im just a guy dropping off pastries.
Understood.
But since you are already here,
theres no harm in sticking around for a minute.
LAUREL: Dad?!
PRIDE: I know I should have
left you a note.
Yeah, or called or texted,
left you a note.
Yeah, or called or texted,
or just gone home like you were supposed to.
Look, Laurel... I missed my team.
I needed to know theyre all right.
Theyre adults, Dad.
Im pretty sure they can be trusted to survive a few months.
You, on the other hand...
Im fine.
You keep saying that,
but less than two months ago
you were dying on an operating table.
And the first chance you get, you race back into the chaos.
I dont know what to say.
Then just...
listen.
When they first told me youd been shot,
all I could think about was never seeing you again.
About never playing the piano with you, or never laughing
at your corny dad jokes.
And, in that moment, Ive never felt more alone or afraid.
But youre not alone. Im right here.
Yeah, but for how long?
Im asking you to really start looking
at the priorities in your life.
You will always be whats most important to me.
But I have responsibilities.
Your responsibility is to get better.
The new agent just asked for my help with some paperwork,
a little research, thats all.
The team needs me.
I just wish youd let someone else
wear the cape every once in a while.
Look...
No capes for me right now, sweetie. I promise.
But I just want you to know that...
I dont think Im ever gonna give up the tights.
No, Im serious.
(laughs)
Hey, just had a chat with an old friend
from CIA Military Affairs.
Let me guess, theres no official record of any joint
CIA/DoD op involving ghost detainees.
Well, according to the Agency,
theres no such thing as ghosts, period.
Im hoping your "old friend" has a differing opinion.
On the record, no,
on the DL, undocumented prisoners might just exist.
And if they did, the most valuable ones
might be trackable through an RF microchip.
Ive heard rumors of GPS trackers being implanted
without detainees consent or even knowledge.
Hey, if we could get the chip RFID,
Patton might be able to pinpoint his exact location.
Im gonna try Sanchez.
Great job, Gregorio.
Thanks.
(GPS beeps)
All right, well,
according to the GPS, Desmonds somewhere in that barn.
GREGORIO: I got four additional targets.
LASALLE: Yeah, could be more inside.
I called backup, they should be here in ten minutes.
That chopper could be airborne before they arrive.
We take them now.
♪
Desmond.
Gregorio, move!
NCIS! Drop your weapons!
Lets go!
(grunts)
(groaning)
Check the barn!
(shouting)
Desmond. Show us your hands.
Damn it.
Why rescue a bomb maker,
only to kill him before he even makes one?
It was never gonna happen.
At least not with the supplies that we found in that barn.
Well, I see a lot of parts on that table.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, except theres no rhyme or reason for any of them.
Robert Oppenheimer couldnt have made a bomb
from that pile of crap.
Somethings not making sense.
What are we missing here?
What else do we know about the men in black?
Only that theyre great at covering their tracks.
There was no bio-trace at that crime scene.
No hair. No fingerprints. Nothing.
HANNAH: Fortunately for us,
they did leave something behind.
We struck out on print and DNA.
Still no positive I.D.
Rules him out as former military.
At least not American.
I think this ones gonna be a tough nut to crack.
Well, its a good thing weve got an interrogation expert
to get the job done.
(door opens)
Want to tell me your name?
Okay, I will, uh,
Ill tell you mine.
Its Hannah.
Todays my first day
on a new job, and, the truth is,
I am kind of nervous.
There is a quick and painless way to do this.
Oh, yeah?
You mean the one that makes you look good,
look good in front of your boss.
Hes literally watching every move I make.
We already know...
you didnt rescue Terrance Desmond
to build a bomb.
So whyd you take him?
If your mission was to kill him,
why did you wait till we arrived?
Why stick around and risk being caught?
I think the mission was poorly planned.
I think it was badly executed.
Maybe your boss isnt as good as you thought.
Because when the crap hit the fan,
you were the one left holding the bag.
On the hook for not one, but three murders.
You were abandoned. You were betrayed.
And Im not surprised because Ive seen it before.
The weakest link, the runt of the litter,
is always thrown to the wolves.
First of all, Im not a runt.
And second,
I didnt kill anybody. (laughs)
I was hired last second
for this job to replace a no-show.
Hired by whom?
Look, you dont know these people.
The things that they would do to me
if they, if they even thought...
They already think you are talking.
Right now, were your only protection
from the things that they would do.
S... Smith.
Thats the name of the team leader.
And the mission?
I dont ask questions.
And the mission?
I dont ask questions.
In hindsight, that probably wasnt the best policy.
(scoffs)
Wait.
The helicopter was supposed to take us to a private airstrip,
and there was supposed to be a jet that met us there.
And that is all that I know.
I swear.
You believe him?
Not a word.
Me neither. But...
But what?
Due diligence, with an abundance of caution.
We roll the dice, check out every private airstrip
in a hundred-mile radius.
Its the only play we got.
Smith and his men have a huge head start.
We need to move fast.
Tammy, Sebastian and I will split up.
Cover more ground that way.
Have Patton coordinate backup in each location. Just in case.
You got it.
Im gonna do another round with our mystery guest.
He knows more than hes saying.
Im right behind you.
Dwayne.
Loretta. I brought my report on Terrance Desmond.
Came all this way just to deliver autopsy results?
Thats not a "happy to see me" face.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Im just wondering what your ulterior motive is.
Okay. You got me. Somebody told me that you were back at work.
Dont bother asking who.
Laurel.
Youre damn right, Laurel.
Loretta, Im riding a desk helping the team.
With all due respect, last thing I need is another lecture
on how Im pushing myself too hard.
I knew you wouldnt listen anyway. (sighs)
You know you cant teach an old dog.
Even an old dog can see miracles dont happen every day.
I know how blessed I am.
Do you, Dwayne?
The things you saw when you were in the other place--
they werent random.
Everything happens for a reason.
What do you think that reason is?
Doesnt matter what I think.
You have to find the answer for yourself.
Theres no other way.
Now, do you want to hear my report
on Terrance Desmond or not?
Please.
Okay. Cause of death is a GSW to the neurocranium.
Theres no surprise there,
but the time of death-- now that is rather unexpected.
Based on body temp and lividity, Id say
hed already been dead at least 18 hours.
18. Excuse me, Loretta.
(panting): Oh.
Im okay.
(sighs)
Weve got a problem.
He isnt talking?
Weve got a problem.
He isnt talking?
Im not seeing any of the vulnerability
Id expect from a frightened subordinate.
Desmond wasnt killed in that barn.
He was shot right after they took him from the dock.
Why make an assassination look like a rescue?
Maybe they knew wed use the GPS chip to track Desmond.
Maybe they wanted us to find him.
Why?
Maybe they wanted us to find him.
Why?
So we could arrest one of their own and bring him here.
He only told us about the airstrip
so wed send everyone away.
Theyre gonna attack NCIS.
Yeah.
We need to call NOPD now.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Come on! Run!
Youre three minutes late.
Apologies, sir. We were waiting
for Lasalle, Gregorio and Lund to clear the neighborhood.
What about Pride, Plame and the cop?
Im securing them as we speak.
Theres another agent
in the building-- Hannah. Find her.
On it.
(whispering): Okay.
You all right?
Yeah.
HANNAH (whispering): Theres no signal.
Landlines and computer communications are down, too.
They must be using a jammer.
Yeah, were on our own.
My guns locked in observation.
Yeah, mines at home.
Weapons locker? Squad room.
Well never make it without getting spotted.
I got something.
What?
I got something.
What?
I keep this in case somebody want to start something.
Its impressive, but I dont think
its gonna do much against submachine guns.
So what youre saying is
were screwed?
Not just us, P.
Move it!
Take the cop to see Smith.
Lets go.
(squeaking)
SMITH: All right, listen up.
Hide and seek is over, boys and girls.
So, do yourself a favor
and come out now.
PATTON: Oh, man,
they got Roy.
But not Loretta.
Maybe she got out of the building.
No.
Shes still inside.
How can you be sure? I...
I just am.
SMITH: Now, Im gonna count
to three.
And then, if you dont show yourselves,
Im gonna shoot Officer Friendly right in the face.
I got a plan.
Were all ears.
I got a plan.
Were all ears.
We surrender.
Thats not funny.
Its the only way.
Hes right.
One.
Two.
Hey, if we get killed, Im gonna be pissed.
Okay.
Were coming out!
Were unarmed!
Well, hey there, friends.
Youre the leader.
Youre Smith.
Surprise.
What do you want?
Well, for starters,
Im, uh, Im gonna need the key fob to your SCIF room.
You can have mine...
but first you need to let everyone else go.
(Pride groans)
Give me the damn key fob.
After... you let everyone else go.
Okay.
(Pride groans)
(groaning continues)
HANNAH: Stop it!
Take mine.
Come on.
Im gonna need your challenge word, too, please?
You know, this time,
Im not even gonna count.
Ill just kill him.
(Pride panting)
(monitor beeping)
(heart beating loudly)
(monitor beeping rapidly)
(beeping stops)
(heart beating slowly)
Athena.
(monitor beeping)
Athena.
(monitor beeping)
The challenge word is "Athena."
Too late.
(gun clicks)
Too late.
(gun clicks)
(monitor continues beeping)
Its your lucky day.
Shut that damn thing off.
Take the cop, lock him in the bathroom.
(grunts)
(beeping stops)
SMITH: If they try anything, shoot them all.
(shallow, labored breathing)
Slow, deep breaths.
In through the nose.
Out through the mouth.
Ive never seen him like this.
Hes gonna be okay. We all will.
You know something I dont?
Just be ready.
Hey, sit down!
Its a trap.
I told you, sit down.
The challenge word I gave Smith is a panic code.
Within minutes of using it,
this place is gonna be swarming with feds.
Youre full of it.
You really think Smith would be willing to take that chance?
Cover them. Ill talk to Smith.
(grunting)
(man groans)
(Hannah groans)
(man yells)
Damn it!
Kill em all.
(man yells)
Move! Move! Move!
(sirens wailing)
(device beeps)
Get down!
(coughing)
(sirens wailing)
Well, every cop in New Orleans
is out looking for Smith and his team.
No surprise, we didnt find a jet waiting to whisk them away.
It was a wild-goose chase to split us up.
SCIF was always the target.
So these psychos killed two DIA agents
and staged an elaborate rescue of Desmond
just to access our secure network?
Yeah. Question is why?
Smith blew up the SCIF terminal.
But network activity is recorded on off-site servers.
Ill see every file he accessed. Itll take time.
Time is what he was buying himself to complete his mission.
We dont even know what that mission is
or who these guys really are.
Yeah, but thanks to Pride,
we got something that might help us find out.
What? Fingerprints?
Close enough.
What? Fingerprints?
Close enough.
(chuckles)
Hey, Rita, its me.
Nothings wrong. I just want to hear your voice.
Call me when you get this.
Heard we missed quite a party.
Food was good.
Band sucked.
King, we need to talk about what happened.
Everybodys safe.
Thats all that matters.
You had a loaded gun pointed to your face.
Yeah.
I knew it was gonna misfire.
How could you have possibly known that?
I cant explain it.
But in the moment before he pulled the trigger,
I saw I was gonna be all right.
What I didnt see
was how we were being manipulated from the start.
We all missed that.
Pieces were there.
Just didnt put em together, and we all paid a price.
No, were gonna make this right.
All right, were gonna find these guys.
Yeah.
Then I need to make things right with my daughter.
Need to call her?
I already did.
Of course I couldnt tell her what happened here.
Not yet anyway.
No need to make her worry any more than she already has.
Long as Im doing this job, shes gonna worry.
Just like her mom.
Especially when riding a desk almost bought me a bullet.
(chuckles)
Maybe that regional SAC promotion isnt the worst idea.
(chuckles)
Plus...
youd do a hell of a job at it.
Just focus on Smith and his team for now, huh?
Hey, you guys need to see this.
I got an I.D. off those fingers.
Roger Beeg.
Washed out of the Air Force before moving overseas
to fly for a handful of private military outfits.
Interpols latest intel has him linked to another mercenary,
Avery Walker.
Smith.
Yeah, one and the same.
Walker was an independent security contractor
in the Middle East.
Then he started working
for a Russian oligarch named Sergei Leonid.
Runs an international crime syndicate with ties
to at least three foreign terrorist organizations.
Yeah, CIAs been trying to get this guy
for years, but hes always managed
to stay one step ahead until recently.
Unidentified gunmen abducted Leonid from a Moscow hotel
about a month ago.
PATTON: Get this.
about a month ago.
PATTON: Get this.
Smith used SCIF to access intel
on the CIAs interrogation program
that uses floating black sites
on international waters.
Away from American soil.
And all civil rights.
What exactly was Smith looking for?
Classified coordinates
of the CIAs ship anchored 30 nautical miles
south of the Louisiana coastline.
PRIDE: Im guessing the same one
Terrance Desmond departed from in a crate.
Desmonds not the only familiar name
on that ships guest list.
Sergei Leonid.
Smith knew Desmond
was coming in at that dock,
but he didnt know where he was coming from.
He needed those coordinates from SCIF
so he could rescue his boss.
All right, look, we need to contact that ship
right away.
I dont know who authorized this call,
but youve violated at least six
different DoD protocols by even making it.
Captain, you are facing an imminent attack.
You need to get your vessel underway immediately.
I cant do that
without direct orders from Langley.
And while I appreciate your concern,
I assure you we can handle any threat
that comes our way.
(gunshots)
that comes our way.
(gunshots)
Captain, wait.
(man shouting)
(indistinct announcement over speakers)
Four-man crew is dead
along with two CIA interrogators.
And Leonid?
HANNAH: Gone.
Navy and Coast Guard are searching for him.
Looking for a needle in a haystack.
Yeah. Like, 500 square miles worth.
Maybe Leonid was implanted with a tracking chip
like Desmonds.
He was... until it got cut out.
Damn.
Smith has anticipated
every one of our moves so far.
Well,
then he also knows well be searching
for him in the open water.
He must have another exit strategy.
Pride, I got something.
H-Hang on.
Go.
Ghost ship coordinates
Go.
Ghost ship coordinates
werent the only thing that Smith was after.
He also accessed a classified joint DoD/FAA file.
Why would he be interested in the FAA?
Government transponder codes. Every aircraft has one,
even military and classified ones.
DoD provides the codes of their planes to the FAA
so they wont have to interact
with any civilian air traffic control.
Yeah.
with any civilian air traffic control.
Yeah.
It makes flying the friendly skies even friendlier.
PRIDE: Smith could spoof
a classified DoD transponder and fly anywhere
without being stopped or tracked.
Yeah, all he needs
is a plane and a trained pilot.
Roger Beeg.
Pride, what do we got?
The answer.
Turns out Smith wasnt lying about everything.
Our chariot awaits.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
What did I tell you? Didnt I tell you?
All right, everybody, load up!
Were gonna be there in no time.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Federal agents, stay where you are.
Do not move or we will open fire!
Keep your hands above your head.
Do not move or we will open fire.
Keep your hands above your head.
Down on your knees!
Get down!
Lets go.
Dont move.
Aah!
Walker, stop!
Get your hands where I can see them.
Now.
You wont make it.
Youre sweating.
Your hand is shaking, too.
I assume your hearts going a million miles a minute.
Adrenaline overloading your nervous system.
You know what thats called?
Post-traumatic stress disorder.
So I think its you whos not gonna make it.
Only one way to find out.
But if you go for that weapon,
I will shoot you.
Chances are good that my...
my gun wont misfire.
So what do you think, Walker?
Are you a gambling man?
Huh?
Down on the ground!
MAN: Dont move!
I guess you were right.
Today is my lucky day.
You all right, boss?
Yeah. Yeah.
Never been better.
(all cheering)
Yeah!
(laughter)
Well, it is not the first day that I expected,
but a win is a win, even if I am covered in scrapes and bruises.
Fun never stops around here.
Yeah, keeps things interesting.
HANNAH: Ooh.
Sounds like the best job in the world.
Oh, it is.
Long as you survive.
You aint got to worry about this woman. I seen her
kick some commando ass.
Welcome to the family.
Thank you.
Welcome to the dysfunction.
Bi salamati.
It means "to your health."
Amen. Ill second that.
Cheers. All right. Uh-oh.
(laughter)
LASALLE: Roll Tide.
(laughter)
LASALLE: Roll Tide.
SEBASTIAN: I feel like this is sort of a lighter pour.
(laughter)
Hoo-rah!
(laughter)
Hoo-rah!
PATTON: Where you get this from?
LASALLE: Its all we need.
(chatter continues)
(shower running)
(groaning softly)
♪
(blues music playing)
Hmm-hmm.
Yeah, yeah, that smells delicious.
(laughs) (chuckles)
Your mémé would be so proud.
She always said, "fat equals flavor."
(chuckles) Yes, she did.
And butter equals better.
(chuckles)
Lets see.
Mm-hmm.
That works.
Yeah?
Yeah, youve done it right.
Yeah?
Yeah, youve done it right.
Good. (laughs)
Hey, Laurel...
about yesterday.
Sometimes it, uh...
its hard for me to get out of my own way.
Im not asking you to change your spots, Dad,
just to slow down a little.
Yeah, well, Im-Im never gonna be
the rocking chair type, sweetie, I...
Yeah, but there has to be some sort of middle ground.
A place where the bad guys arent always gunning for you,
even if all youre doing is paperwork.
Howd you get to be so smart?
I already told you. Mom. (chuckles)
But you may have helped a little.
Now, get out of this kitchen and set the table
so I can finish dinner.
Yes, maam.
Yeah, go on. Get!
(chuckles)
(blues music continues)
♪ Lord, Im drifting, Lord, Im drifting... ♪
LASALLE:
We have a 1055.Multiple gunshots to the chest.
SONJA: Dwayne, can you hear me?
GREGORIO:
We need to know where that damn ambulance is.
GREGORIO:
We need to know where that damn ambulance is.
WADE:
Hes still bleeding. I dont know where
its coming from.
(phone ringing)
♪ If I had listened
♪ To what my dead old mother said... ♪
(groans)
Deputy Director Sanchez, thank you for calling me back.
Tell me about this new job.
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