It's great. I wish you...
(grunting)
MAN:
Pay attention.
These people owe their lives
or deaths to you.
Just so I'm clear,
are you k*lling me,
or are you breaking me out?
What is Apollyon?
A private intelligence firm.
All former intelligence
and special forces.
- Now, please, let's go.
- No.
You have something
that they want.
Proof they exist.
Scan the bar code,
files download.
No!
Dad.
As I am now,
so soon you'll be.
Prepare for death,
and follow me.
(thunder rumbling)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(siren wailing)
PRIDE:
Cassius, hold on, okay?
Dad!
Hey. Why...?
What more do you want from me?
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Dwayne.
You okay, Loretta?
Tired.
But no worse for wear.
Due in no small part
to you and...
...Cassius.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
I'll spare you my
two cents on coping.
Thank you.
But it's worse
to grieve alone.
Tell you what.
You promise to take it easy
and get some rest,
soon as I'm ready to talk,
we'll do it over a glass
of Eagle Rare at the Trutone.
Make it a 20-year
Pappy Van Winkle
and you got a deal.
(chuckles)
- Tell me you got something.
- Nothing that's worth a lick.
Apollyon is extremely good
at covering their tracks.
Whoever was giving Pride orders
could be doing it from anywhere.
Maybe the sn*pers
we arrested
can lead us in the
right direction.
CIA big-footed us out of
asking many questions for now.
We still have the dead suspects;
maybe we can get something
off of them.
Don't hold your breath.
So far, the mobile biometrics
have only come back
with more scrubbed aliases.
- And their weapons?
- Manufactured without serial numbers
and untraceable.
So, we have no leads,
no evidence,
and absolutely no idea
who we're searching for?
Well, when you put it that way,
it makes you want to give up.
Who's giving up,
Gregorio?
Hey, King.
About Cassius...
It's okay, Christopher.
No, it's not.
Please.
Let me speak.
What they did to you
and Miss Loretta
and Cassius,
it's like they did it to
each and every one of us.
And whoever it
is that's behind
the voice that's
still out there,
we're gonna take 'em down.
Together.
What have we learned?
We know we need
to move fast
before Apollyon
gets to ground.
They're not going anywhere.
Not as long as we have
the one thing
that they want the most.
What's that?
Amelia's got a dossier on them.
A bar code tattooed
on her stomach.
I like that bitch so much more
now that she's dead.
Whatever's on that file,
Apollyon's afraid
of it getting out there.
- Could lead us right to their doorstep.
HANNAH: Sebastian.
You and Lasalle escort
Amelia's body to the morgue.
Have REACT back you up
just in case.
Do not let her out of your sight
till you decode that tattoo.
- I'll keep looking
for fingerprints.
I'm suddenly
feeling lucky.
We got this, King, we're
gonna make it right.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
What the hell, Dwayne? I've
been locked up here for hours.
For your own protection.
Protection from what?
You need to tell me
what's going on.
- You hurt?
- No.
Well, who's blood is that?
Cassius.
He's dead.
(scoffs)
That son of a bitch had it
made in the shade with WITSEC.
All he had to do was
keep his head down.
(sighs)
How'd he screw up this time?
- He didn't.
- Well, then, how...?
Someone came after me,
used Cassius as leverage.
I did everything I could...
- Yeah, everything but keep him alive.
- Jimmy,
I didn't see this coming.
(laughs)
See,
the messed up thing, though,
is, I did.
(laughs): Being around you is
more dangerous than dr*gs.
Wow.
- I don't know what to say.
- Ain't nothing to say.
Just some hard truth.
Jimmy?
The people responsible
are still out there.
'Till we catch 'em,
safest place
for you to be is
right here at NCIS.
Now, all due respect,
I'm not so sure about that.
Eight rounds to the body.
Pride had
to neutralize the thr*at.
- I don't blame him.
- Hell, me neither, but
I kind of wish he focused a
little less on center mass.
This tattoo's so
damaged, I don't know
if I'm gonna be able to
retrieve any of the data.
Sorry I'm late, boys.
Doc Wade,
what are you doing here?
Same thing you
are, Christopher,
I'm working on the case.
Well, we heard
you were taking a break.
It's a misunderstanding,
I'm sure.
Slide over so I can
take a look.
Yeah.
(sniffles)
Appears to be severe trauma
to the epidermis.
Might be decipherable ink
deeper in the dermis layer.
- Mm.
Excuse me, Doctor.
Where would you like this one?
This one has a name.
He's Cassius Pride.
And you should make him
more comfortable over there.
I-I... I got you, bud.
(Sebastian sighs)
I can't imagine
losing my dad.
Better live forever.
Chris, I'm sorry.
Well, dying's a part of life,
Sebastian.
Not like this, it isn't.
There's nothing we
can do about Cassius
except finding justice for him.
That's the next best step.
And what if we can't
find Apollyon?
That's not an option.
(knocking)
Are they here?
Yes, sir.
Daddy.
Hi.
Oh, Dwayne.
PRIDE:
Figured you and Laurel
would be more comfortable
in the apartment.
And I stocked the refrigerator.
And the marshals will be right
outside if you need anything.
And I put some towels
and extra...
- We'll be fine.
Rita, I... I know I've put
you through hell lately.
Hey, I knew exactly what I was
signing up for, Dwayne.
But you never wish that things
were a bit more... predictable?
(laughs)
Well, predictable is boring.
And boring is one thing
you are not.
Go talk to her.
I'll get settled.
This nightmare is
almost over, sweetie.
You don't have to worry.
(voice breaking):
I'm not worried, Dad.
I'm sad.
About Cassius?
Of course.
Did you know that he painted?
Landscapes mostly.
He wasn't very good at it.
All the trees ended up looking
like green marshmallows,
but he loved it.
Points for trying.
He taught other inmates
how to read, too.
He grew vegetables
in the prison garden.
He always had a green thumb.
Yeah.
Did you know his favorite
shortstop was Ernie Banks?
That one I did know.
Met him once when
he was a teenager.
And Cassius couldn't stop
smiling for a month.
I had no idea
he told you all that.
'Cause we never really
talked about him.
Well...
we need to
change that.
(crying):
I'm really gonna miss him.
(phone ringing)
Yeah. I know, baby.
Dwayne?
Work's calling.
(sniffles)
- I'll call 'em back.
LAUREL:
No, Daddy,
it could be important.
LASALLE:
King, we caught
our first break.
- Yeah, the surface
of Amelia's tattoo was
compromised in the sh**ting.
GREGORIO:
But Wade found decipherable
ink patterns in the subcutaneous layer.
- Yeah.
We didn't have enough detail
to salvage everything.
But I was able to retrieve
a small chunk
of the embedded data.
- Surveillance photos?
- Mm-hmm. Time and date from 2010.
All taken in the Simón Bolívar
Airport in Caracas.
And featuring
the same four people.
HANNAH: We're guessing
they're all past
or present Apollyon operatives.
May even be the voice himself.
- All we got to do is ID them.
GREGORIO: Easier said
than done. We all know
how good Apollyon is
at burying their employees'
real identities.
Can you isolate the man
on the far left?
Imagine him
with short hair,
no beard.
Who do you see?
Well, hell.
What, you know him?
We all do.
Walker.
What took you so long?
Always nice to see old friends.
You're gonna tell us everything
you know about Apollyon.
Skip the foreplay, go right
to the good stuff, huh?
Now, what if I was to tell you
that I have no idea
what you guys are talking about?
You'd be lying.
Where'd you get those?
Amelia Parsons.
She always was impulsive.
How is she, anyway?
She's dead.
Limited shelf life in our
line of work, I'm afraid,
especially when you
piss off the boss.
- Who is the boss?
- I don't know.
Never met him in person.
- How'd you communicate?
- Secure voice lines.
Compensation delivered
electronically.
Untraceable and everything
on a need-to-know basis.
Just one man
doling out assignments
from behind a magic curtain.
What kind of assignments?
Intel grabs, HVT assassinations,
you know the drill,
or maybe you don't
because you're here
talking to me.
You're never getting
out of prison, Walker,
but if you help us
find your boss,
we'll help you
negotiate privileges.
- Privileges?
- Mm-hmm.
You gonna give me, uh,
some extra yard time?
Double serving
at chow?
You guys don't get it.
You're chasing a ghost.
Somebody's gonna lead us to him,
maybe one of them.
I want names.
Well, I only know aliases
and their countries,
but I'm telling you
you're wasting
your time.
How's that?
Apollyon's outer ring
has been breached.
Boss's only play is to go
into a scorched earth protocol.
He's gonna be tying up
loose ends.
You're saying he's going
after his own people?
Yeah, if he hasn't already.
Give us the aliases.
Will do, just as soon you get
this handsome loose end
into protective custody.
Quid pro quo, Agent Pride.
It's too quiet around here.
I don't like it.
(laughs)
Ms. Rita.
It's independent study time.
Yeah, we're trying to find three
very elusive needles
in a global haystack.
And all we have to go on are
some, uh, make-believe names.
Anything I can do?
PRIDE: You can tell me how you
convinced the marshals
to let you out of my apartment.
Sir, uh, I can explain.
Relax, Dwayne. Deputy Bannon
is keeping me safe and sound,
and I didn't give him a choice.
He also carried a very large
takeout order from Emeril's.
Oh, you got that
barbecue shrimp?
Three orders and extra biscuits.
I totally get why
you love that woman.
RITA:
Dwayne.
Help in the kitchen.
I got it.
Dinner was
a very sweet gesture.
Well, someone has to feed you.
Sure that's the only reason
you're here? 'Cause I'm fine.
I'm glad, Dwayne.
How's Laurel?
Stressed out, but I convinced
her to take a nap.
And don't worry,
the other marshal
is keeping an eye.
She's not the only one
with stress.
Seems like everyone around here
is walking on eggshells,
waiting for me
to fall apart or explode,
but that's,
that's not what I feel.
Well, what do you feel?
Nothing.
Cassius was a bad man
and a worse father.
And that's the best
I can say about him.
I suffered enough
when he was alive.
His death should be a relief.
Well, it should be,
but he saved your life.
For that, I should forgive
a lifetime of bad behavior?
No, he doesn't deserve it.
He's gone, Dwayne. It doesn't
matter what he deserves anymore.
Yeah, well,
I would just like to move on.
Sorry to interrupt.
Just got a call from the morgue.
Jimmy showed up,
there's a problem.
Yeah.
- Hello.
- MAN: Mr. Pride...
- Spasibo, Vasily.
- Sorry, just hang on.
My contact in Moscow
says the operative Walker
identified as Idris
was found floating
in the Moskva River
this morning. Throat cut.
Apollyon?
Yeah, well, they got to
the one called Elisha, too.
Mossad just found
her body in an apartment
outside of Tel Aviv.
That leaves
only Matias.
GREGORIO: Walker said
he's a Colombian expat,
but the NID claims to have
no knowledge of him.
Matias knows there's
a target on his back,
he could be anywhere
in the world.
So where do we start?
Texas. Facial recognition.
I got a recent hit
on a Highway Patrol mug sh*t.
GREGORIO:
They collared him for a DUI
under the name Carl Chambers.
Address is in an unincorporated
area of Marion County.
Well, that's not
the middle of nowhere,
but you can see it from there.
If we can track him there,
so can Apollyon.
I'll make a call, see if we can
piggyback a flight to Texas.
I'll call DPS,
have them set up
support and surveillance
while we're in the air.
- What about Jimmy?
- I can go to the morgue.
No. I need the three of you
to deep-dive Matias.
We need leverage
to get him talking.
I'll handle Jimmy.
You sure?
Yeah.
Hannah, you and Chris,
you got to be careful.
Apollyon's capable of anything.
JIMMY:
I'm not going anywhere.
I got a right to be here
and to see my father.
Dwayne, tell this idiot
who I am.
Whoa, Jimmy,
what's going on?
I just... I need to see Pop.
And this steaming pile
won't let me
without some BS piece of paper.
Proof of kinship
is a standard requirement.
But if he doesn't
calm down now...
All right,
it's okay, Hank.
I'll take it
from here.
Sorry for the confusion.
Come on.
Mrs. Applebaum's
third grade class.
Assignment was to bring in
our birth certificates
for a special project.
I was the only kid
with a blank space for a dad.
Doctor's appointments,
winning touchdowns,
high school graduation,
my first arrest.
Pop missed it all.
Wish I could tell you my
formative years were different.
Yeah, but at least people knew
who your old man was.
Was bona fide,
not some dirty little
backroom secret.
Here I am, a grown-ass man,
I'm still the bastard.
Not to me.
Look, Jimmy, I can't
change the past,
but even if I could,
I wouldn't.
He made a lot
of mistakes,
but giving me
a brother...
was the one thing
he got right.
We may not have
the same last name,
but we got
the same blood.
We're brothers.
Don't need some piece of
paper to make it official.
It just is.
You promise?
Promise.
Special Agent Khoury,
Special Agent Lasalle,
welcome to Texas.
- What's our sitrep?
SWAT team has eyes
on the target
and is holding
the ranch perimeter.
Any sign of Apollyon?
- No, sir.
- We're still in the game.
I got a federal arrest warrant
for Matias on suspicion
of espionage,
but we still expect resistance.
Our team in New Orleans
has Intel that our suspect
is a trained assassin
and extremely
dangerous.
It is mission critical
that Matias is taken
into custody unharmed.
Walk in the park.
(cranking socket wrench)
(mouths)
LASALLE:
Federal agents!
- Don't move!
- Hands up, Matias!
Uh, my name is Carl Chambers.
Yeah, it's also
Lawrence Boden,
Paulo Grimes,
Javier Zapata.
They're all aliases you used
while working as
an Apollyon hit man.
Y-Y-You got it all wrong, ma'am.
I-I'm just a mechanic
from Lubbock.
(grunts)
Hands on your head.
Like I said,
walk in the park.
(g*nsh*t)
(grunts)
LASALLE:
We've got a sn*per.
Come on.
Everybody take cover.
HANNAH:
Is she okay?
LASALLE:
She's got a pulse.
Somebody really
hates mechanics.
(g*nsh*t)
I see him.
(g*nshots)
sn*per's on the north side
of the stable.
RANGER (over radio):
Copy. We're on the move.
I can give you Apollyon.
I can take you to the boss.
Just get me
the hell out of here.
Take cover!
RANGER 2:
Drop it and show us your hands!
(heavy g*nf*re)
sn*per is down.
Target is neutralized.
Matias.
Matias.
(panting)
(exhales)
He's dead.
(sighs) I just got
off the phone with DPS.
Lieutenant Brown lost a lot of
blood, but she'll pull through.
What about the sn*per?
Another scrubbed identity.
Another dead end.
Damn it.
I'm sorry, Pride.
Matias was our last chance
at flushing out
the Apollyon boss.
Yeah, well, the outcome
would have been the same
even if I was there.
What's our next move?
Don't know if we have one.
All we can do is wait and hope
that they make a mistake.
(scoffs) Since when do you
throw in the towel?
I'm certainly open
to suggestions.
Okay, um...
I didn't want to have to do
this, but considering
the circumstances, I think
I know someone who can help.
RYAN:
m*llitary might,
financial prowess,
political clout--
these are all critical measures
of a nation.
Balancing these factors
amongst sovereign states
is the key to preventing
any one entity
from becoming too powerful.
So how do we maintain
this delicate equilibrium?
With a little help
from our friends.
Combined infrastructure,
shared intelligence,
and a common goal
to prevent any one entity
from becoming a giant
international pain in the ass.
(laughter)
All right, folks.
That is all for today.
Uh, remember, thesis proposals
due next Friday.
No exceptions.
Hannah.
Hi.
Uh, SAC Dwayne Pride,
please meet
Professor Ryan Porter...
- Hey.
- ...my ex-husband.
Separated, actually.
Hannah's never
been big on details.
How long you been in town?
September.
Four months,
and you don't say a word?
What the hell, Hannah?
Look, I know that we have
a lot to talk about,
but it's gonna have to wait.
We need your help.
Special Agent Pride needs it.
- What can I do for you?
- PRIDE: Hannah said
you're well connected
at the NSA.
You consulted on SIGINT,
COMSEC projects?
Only as it relates
to foreign policy.
I'm an academic, not a spy.
Have you ever heard of Apollyon?
Heard of it, sure.
Boogeyman
of the Intel community.
Seen proof it really exists? No.
Well, we can show you
at least a dozen body bags
filled with proof.
They're extremely dangerous,
and we're running out of leads.
Well, if it's real,
Apollyon's survived this long
by hiding in the shadows.
We're hoping you can
introduce us to someone
whose job it is
to see in the dark.
You must have
your own connections.
Mired in red tape
and bureaucracy.
We need a faster,
more direct route.
Got a friend at Fort Meade,
owes me a favor.
Senior Intel analyst.
I'll, uh, see what I can do.
(quietly):
Your ex, huh?
Kind of buried the lede.
It's a bit of a sore topic.
My last long-term
post was overseas.
Ryan and my daughter
Naomi were with me,
until a radical group made
an attempt on my life,
nearly k*lled them
in the process.
You moved them to New Orleans
to keep 'em safe.
Yeah, it was just supposed
to be for a few weeks, but...
you know, until we
neutralized the thr*at,
but that took longer
than I thought.
Weeks turned
into months,
and I haven't seen them
in a year and a half.
That's why you accepted
the transfer. To reconnect.
Seemed like a good idea
at the time, but...
I haven't been able
to bring myself to see 'em yet.
Why not?
I honestly have no idea.
You're in luck, Agent Pride.
My friend will talk to you.
Details will be sent
through your SCIF.
Thank you.
Thank you,
we appreciate it.
- I'll wait outside.
- Okay, yeah.
(sighs)
I know I've got a lot
of explaining to do.
But you got to go.
Yeah.
Save your explanations
for Naomi.
Your daughter misses you.
My apologizes for all the cloak
and dagger, Agent Pride. S.O.P.
Understood.
I appreciate your assistance,
Ms. Cooper.
Ryan Porter's a trusted
colleague, but final approval
came from
the NSA director himself.
Seems you have big fans
in high places.
Now, if you'll please follow me.
It's only a short walk.
And remember, everything
you're about to see
and hear is classified.
This outpost employs
40 full-time analysts
who scrutinize and disseminate
a never-ending 24/7 stream
of signal intelligence gathered
domestically and abroad.
Big Brother really
is watching.
This unit's focus
is the tracking
of private intelligence firms.
Sanctioned ones
like Aegis and Black Cube,
as well as
more subversive operators.
- Like Apollyon.
- The primary subject
of analyst Philip Sinclair,
since they first surfaced
eight years ago.
Apollyon, the Destroyer,
appears in the Book of
Revelation as a spiritual being
from the bottomless abyss.
- The Angel of Death.
Or the Devil himself.
The organization
you're chasing applies
their own brand
of disruption.
They do much more
than gather Intel.
They actively exploit it.
m*rder, rigged elections,
manipulation
of financial markets.
Yeah, on whose behalf?
The highest bidder, of course.
Dictators, third world regimes,
and global conglomerates.
And the whole operation
is controlled by one person?
So far as we know, yes,
but after years
of intercepted communications
and human Intel, we still...
...we don't have
any idea who that is.
Then how do we find him?
Operational strategy's
a-above my pay grade.
Thank you, Philip.
Director has authorized us
to share
everything we have
on Apollyon.
He welcomes any assistance
you and your team can offer.
So we got
over 3,000 NSA intercepts,
all with Apollyon mentions.
They suggest at least
two dozen covert operations.
Yeah, the problem is that
all the details are obfuscated
by, uh, code names,
numerical aliases, cryptonyms.
It's like trying to solve
a jigsaw puzzle
with half the pieces missing.
There's got to be something
in all these files we can use.
I've been running association
algorithms. Might be able
to find the common link
hidden in the data.
Yeah, I don't know.
It seems too easy.
That's the only move
I've come up with so far.
Oh, hold up.
Got something.
Looks like a recurring reference
to someone code-named Eagle?
Only person involved in every
single Apollyon mission.
Yeah, including
the forced coercion
of an NCIS special agent
in charge.
This intercept
is three days old.
Yeah, it's marked with
an origin tag on its hip.
I'm already tracing 'em.
Signal's coming from
St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana.
Home of the U.S.
Penitentiary Slidell.
I'll call Pride.
PRIDE:
You're the boss.
You've been calling
the sh*ts all along.
That's funny. It's also false.
Evidence doesn't lie.
But Apollyon does.
My Intel is reliable.
Open your eyes, Pride.
(chuckles): The only thing
that Uncle Sam knows
is what Apollyon wants it to.
Misinformation, misdirection
to keep you and everyone else
looking in all the wrong places.
You could be doing
the same thing.
No, it's not
in my best interest.
- Why is that?
- Well, I'm assuming
that I am the only one
from those photos
who's still breathing.
- Right?
- So my former employer
is gonna do everything he can
to make sure that that is
a temporary condition.
He can't get to you in here.
Like he couldn't get to Amelia
or any of the others?
You see, the only way
that I survive this
is if the boss doesn't.
What are you selling, Walker?
The Holy Grail.
Names,
dates, places.
Everything that you need
to take them down.
You said you didn't know
anything.
Well, I say a lot of things.
See, Amelia wasn't
the only one
with an insurance policy.
Only, mine is up here.
MAN: Attention, all blocks,
lockdown, lockdown. (alarm blaring)
(overlapping shouting)
Inmates, return to your cells.
What's happening?
GUARD: Prisoner uprising
in Cell Block C.
They k*lled a C.O.,
and they're starting fires
everywhere.
Where are you taking Walker?
Isolation unit, and you'll
need to evacuate, sir.
WALKER:
It's him, it's him, Pride.
Apollyon's here for me.
I'm coming with you.
(overlapping shouting)
Walker!
Walker!
King, you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Any word on Walker?
He's still missing,
along with
six other prisoners
and two COs.
Still fighting the fire
but already found
four bodies
b*rned beyond recognition.
I tried to get Wade's office
to prioritize identification,
but matching dental records
takes time.
I think Walker was
telling the truth.
- Why, Sebastian?
- Well, because other than the coordinates
that led us to the prison,
nothing else makes sense.
But you said the
Apollyon communications
was protected by complex codes.
Exactly, so why did it take us
only hours to decipher
what NSA cryptologists
couldn't in years?
You're saying Intel
was manipulated to frame Walker?
- Yeah, and I'm sure of it.
-Well, how could someone
plant false information
in a secure NSA file?
There's only one way.
Apollyon had someone
planted at the NSA,
an inside man.
Or woman.
Hannah, driveway.
NCIS! Hands on the
steering wheel, Cooper!
Lasalle, I need your keys.
- Where you going?
- It's an emergency.
Wait for backup to clear
the house. I'll explain later.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
Mommy!
Naomi.
- Go to your room.
- But, Dad...
Go, please. Thank you.
This is not how
we are doing this.
- Ryan, you need to listen to me.
- You should've called first.
Your friend Nancy
is dead.
It's Apollyon.
And, uh, because I sent
Pride to her, they could
come after me next.
- I'm sorry.
I-I shouldn't have gotten you
involved, and I'm sorry.
I can't believe
this is happening again.
I have no excuses.
We don't have any time.
There is nothing
more important to me
than protecting you and Naomi.
- Oh, protecting?
- Yes.
- Or abandoning?
- Ryan, please!
Stop fighting!
(crying)
Let me take you
someplace safe. Okay?
And then we can sit down
and we can talk.
Okay.
- Thank you.
- Come on.
(phone ringing)
Gregorio.
Nancy Cooper was sh*t
in the head.
The scene was staged
as a su1c1de.
Framed and m*rder*d by Apollyon.
NSA's initiated
an emergency thr*at protocol.
Which means they'll decommission
any facility
and secure personnel
that may have been compromised.
It seems there's
only one analyst
unaccounted for.
- Philip Sinclair.
- How'd you know?
Sometimes the best place to hide
is in plain sight.
Apollyon's never been caught
because it's run by the man
whose job it is to catch 'em.
This Sinclair is the boss?
Yeah.
And I think he wants me
to come get him.
(horse neighs)
(second horse snorts)
Welcome to Shangri-La,
Agent Pride.
I see you found the gift
I left behind.
Hands where I can see 'em.
Take it easy.
Weapons aren't really my thing.
Cognac, on the other hand...
You mind?
I paid a million
for this bottle.
I have to admit, I was nervous
to meet you in person,
thought I might be disappointed.
You lived up to expectations.
You put me through hell.
Ah, wasn't personal, really.
Kidnap and m*rder
is always personal.
If you had delivered
Amelia like I asked,
your father would
still be alive.
You would've k*lled
us regardless.
That's what makes you feel
powerful, in control.
Thanks to your
concerted efforts,
every despot, corrupt CEO,
and miscreant politico
from here to Kiev
will know my name.
The target on my head
will be worth a fortune.
All the monsters you made
will turn on their creator.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
The countdown clock on my life
is already ticking.
We all get what we deserve.
I may be reprehensible
to someone like you,
but remember,
the Angel of Death is not evil.
She has a job to do.
An unpleasant one, yes,
but necessary. Like me.
- You're delusional.
- Maybe.
But someone will take my place.
And chances are...
they'll be far less civilized
than I am.
Good luck with that.
No.
You don't get to take
the easy way out.
"As I am now,
"so you must be,
prepare for death
and follow me."
(jazz music playing)
I'll be back.
What the hell
you doing back here?
I'm not even sure I
should be here, man.
Come on, bro.
Excuse us.
Hey, look who I found.
Look who I found back here.
♪ t*nk is full,
the car is packed ♪
♪ Been too long
since I've been back ♪
♪ Turned off the lights,
paid my last bill... ♪
(laughter)
Yes, that's what it is.
Thanks for making all
the funeral arrangements, Rita.
You made it special. It never
could have happened without you.
Well, happy I could
help, Dwayne.
It's what people
do for each other.
What family does for each other.
♪ Desert rolls by,
palm trees sway ♪
♪ Windmills turn... ♪
I'm not sure Cassius
deserved this.
♪ 'Cause it feels so right... ♪
But the rest of
these people sure do.
Amen to that.
♪ I'm comin' home ♪
♪ I'm comin'
home ♪
♪ Home to New Orleans ♪
20-year Pappy?
That was the deal.
♪ Got to keep a piece
of home... ♪
I mean, you have been
taking it easy, right?
I can be stubborn like a mule.
(clears throat)
Just like you, Dwayne.
But I'm trying.
All I can ask.
♪ On the road today ♪
♪ I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home ♪
♪ I'm comin' home ♪
Loretta?
♪ Home to New Orleans... ♪
Something's happened.
A lot's happened, Dwayne.
The visions... they're gone.
Whatever they were,
they're not there anymore.
And that's good, no?
I don't know.
I wanted them to end.
But now they have and...
And it's like a loss.
Like a door closed.
Be patient, Dwayne.
Remember, it's the journey.
(laughs):
What's that mean?
It means let's drink.
That was some party.
(chuckles)
- Yeah.
Most interesting funeral
that I have ever been to.
Ah, New Orleans tradition.
We know how to do it right.
How's your daughter? And Ryan?
She's, um...
she's fine.
She's so happy to see me.
Ryan, um, that's...
He's a different story, but...
At least we're talking.
That's a start.
I was so petrified
that Naomi
wouldn't forgive me...
...I almost didn't
give her the chance.
Children are very generous
at extending grace.
We could all learn a lot
from them.
That's my intention.
I need a few weeks.
Spend some time with her.
Take all you need.
(phone chimes)
(sighs)
Autopsy results on the b*rned
bodies from the prison.
- They identify the bodies?
- Yep.
And Avery Walker...
is not one of them.
This thing is far from over.
(sighs)
♪ Comin' home ♪
♪ Yes, I'm comin' home ♪
♪ Comin' home. ♪