♪ ♪
(shouting indistinctly)
(whistle blows)
(air horn blows)
(grunts)
(air horn blows)
Y'all making this look too easy.
- Good game, Patton.
- Yay, baby.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Nick, where you been, man?
Just kicked your team's ass.
TAYLOR:
Listen, I'm outside.
We need to talk.
All right, give me a chance
to clean up.
Game ended. I'll be right out.
Patton, come now.
And come alone.
(line clicks off)
TAYLOR: Patton,
over here!
PATTON:
Yo, Nick.
Where were you, man?
You missed a hell
of a game, bruh.
Yo, slow that car down, man!
Oh!
Nick!
Nick.
Hold on.
OPERATOR:
, what's your emergency?
Hello?
I'm here, sir.
I need some help.
My friend just got sh*t.
We're at the Behrman Rec Center.
Send somebody quick!
We'll send an ambulance
immediately.
Nick, stay with me, man.
Sir, medics have been deployed.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
PATTON:
Yo, Nick.
You missed a hell
of a game, bruh.
(g*nshots)
Oh!
Nick!
PRIDE:
Patton.
Patton, you with me?
Yeah.
I... What did you say?
Trying to find out
what happened.
A car drove by, and s-sh*t Nick.
And it-- man, I don't--
it happened so fast.
Did you get a look
at the driver?
The car?
A sedan, black?
Or m-maybe
it was blue?
- Man, I... I don't know. I...
- Okay.
All right, license plate.
Started with an O?
- Okay.
- Or a D.
I've worked all
these cases with you,
and it's crazy:
I can't remember.
Makes all the sense
in the world.
He was your friend.
Nick Taylor.
He was spooked
about something.
Any idea what?
Never got a chance to find out.
It all happened so fast,
I couldn't.
If only I'd have gotten here
a moment earlier...
A moment earlier, and I would
have been investigating
your death right now, too.
That's not something
I'm ready for.
Nothing you could've done, P.
Well, can we cover him up?
I don't want to leave him out
here like that.
You're right, Patton.
I'll take care of it.
I'll make sure
you get home, okay?
No, no, I should
stay here and help, man.
You're not a field agent.
Plus, you're
in shock, okay?
Just hold tight.
There's three sh*ts,
as far as I can tell.
One in the shoulder,
one in the abdomen,
one in the prosthetic leg.
He bled out.
Seems like a drive-by.
And considering
that, uh,
Patton said Nick was
nervous about something...
It's a targeted sh**ting.
I spoke to NOPD.
No one else was
in the parking lot.
So no witnesses?
Other than Patton.
We need to look at CCTV,
check traffic cams.
Find the car, find our suspect.
Nick Taylor was
a wounded warrior.
Who would want to target him?
Let's find out.
Specialist Nick Taylor was
a former Navy SEAL,
uh, before losing his leg in an
ambush in Afghanistan in .
But he still managed
to save the rest of his unit
under heavy fire.
Earned a Silver Star.
Injured years ago,
still on active duty?
Taylor got back into the service
through the Valor Brigade.
What's the Valor Brigade?
PRIDE:
Local organization
that works with the m*llitary
to train injured vets
for careers as analysts
in law enforcement.
Pride?
Patton's friend was m*rder*d.
Where else am I gonna be?
You just got reinstated
back into your SAC position.
Figured you'd be needed
at Belle Chasse.
Well, good thing about being
the boss, Christopher,
is that I get to decide
where I'm needed, so...
Plus, I brought breakfast.
What kind of work was Taylor
doing with the Valor Brigade?
Well, after he rehabbed
his injury,
Navy trained and transferred him
to intelligence.
Yeah, his last assignment was
a joint drug interdiction task
force with the Coast Guard.
Analyzing statistical data
for narcotics busts.
Well, we need to speak
to his supervisor.
- Yeah.
- PATTON: Wow.
I'm usually the first one
in the office.
I got to get my mindfulness on
before I start
catching bad guys.
You okay, baby?
Oh, I'll be better
once I start working.
I got to find Nick's k*ller.
PRIDE: Well, we can
definitely use your help,
but you need
to pace yourself, huh?
I'm paced just fine.
Have you seen
a trauma counselor yet?
I got plenty of time
to talk about my feelings.
You know the first hours of
a m*rder investigation are key.
LASALLE:
Yeah, P.
We know.
Well, let's go. Chop, chop.
I dug into Taylor's
recent activity.
Last place he went before he was
sh*t was Crane Rehab Center.
Doing PT, I guess.
You know, the Crane Center
is more than just rehab.
It's like a clubhouse,
a sanctuary,
a place to let off steam.
That's where I met Nick
back in the day.
So, worth checking out.
HANNAH:
Lasalle, Gregorio,
head over to the rehab center.
See if anyone
noticed anything
off with Taylor.
Let's get in touch
with Taylor's CO,
get some background on his work
with the Coast Guard.
Oh, you ain't got to tell me.
I'm-a go dig into
Taylor's digital life.
You want to work the case,
I'm not stopping you.
But you're making an appointment
with the trauma counselor.
- Pride, I...
- Non-negotiable.
I've been through
what you're facing.
You need to get in front of it
before it gets away from you.
Ever think about what
you would do if you...
Nope. Don't even go there.
I don't even want to
put that possibility
out into the universe.
Well, I think about it.
I mean, it comes
with the territory
- with this job, Gregorio.
- And?
LASALLE: Eh, as long as I got fishing
and golf to help keep me sane,
- I'd be a'ight.
- Oh, it's kind of hard
to swing a nine iron
sitting down, no?
Well, it's the st century.
Yeah, they got machines that
help you stand up
playing golf now.
Excuse me, sir, uh, we need some
information on a Nick Taylor.
You're gonna want to talk
to his therapist, Julia.
She's just around the corner.
Okay. Thank you.
- Oh!
- You good, friend?
I was three seconds
shy of my record.
Sorry, we didn't mean
to distract you.
Just means he gets another
chance to break his record.
Come on, you got this, Zan.
Let's go again.
Hey, keep up the good work.
Was I not supposed to say that?
I don't know.
JULIA:
And breathe...
GREGORIO:
Excuse me.
Julia Flores?
Yeah?
I'm Special Agent Gregorio,
this is Special Agent Lasalle.
We'd like to talk to you
about Nick Taylor.
SIMMS:
Yeah, questions got to wait.
She's busy.
- Oh, it'll only take a few minutes.
- Yeah?
Well, we only got minutes
left in the session,
and I want to get on
the E-Stim bike, so back off.
I already told you that's not
happening today, Kevin.
And I already told you
that I am sick of stretching.
What's that, NOPD?
You were a cop?
I am a cop.
Fact that I got one leg
surprising to you?
Not at all.
The fact that you don't know
that this is an official
investigation is.
- Now, can we talk to you, please?
- Yes, my office.
Thank you.
Practice breathing
with your diaphragm.
Yeah?
(inhales, exhales)
I'll be right back.
(inhales, exhales)
I'm sorry about Kevin.
Everyone adjusts in
their own time,
he just hasn't really
accepted his injury yet.
It's the hardest part.
Well, what about Nick Taylor?
Did he have a hard time
adjusting?
Nick? No. He, um,
he's an old hand at this,
so he's helped a lot of
the others adjust. Is he okay?
Um, I'm afraid not.
He was m*rder*d last night.
Wh...
Are you okay?
Sorry. I just haven't
lost a patient before.
What happened?
Drive-by sh**ting.
Did you get a sense
that Nick was in trouble?
Or anyone have a beef with him?
Nick is the sweetest guy.
Nobody would ever
want to hurt him.
Were you close?
Yes, I'm close
with all my patients.
(clears throat)
Look, ma'am,
you can't even stand up.
What aren't you telling us?
My God, if anybody found out...
Found out what?
Nick and I, we're, we're--
we're involved.
- Doesn't sound exactly ethical.
- It's not.
That's why we were
quiet about it.
I didn't plan for this to happen,
it just sort of did, you know?
LASALLE:
Well, that means
you knew him better
than anyone else here.
Can you keep this
between us, please?
I really don't want anyone
to find out about this.
Yeah, listen,
we're not trying
to jam you up here.
We just need some help
figuring out why he was k*lled.
Yeah, of course.
Okay, what can I do?
Well, start by telling us
everything you know
about Nick Taylor.
WADE: I dropped by
Patton's place
this morning just
to check up on him.
He wasn't there.
No, he was at NCIS,
working the case.
Ah, throwing himself
back into the job.
Yeah. It's what
every one of us would do.
Oh, yeah, but the way that
he's acting, it's almost as if
he didn't see his friend
m*rder*d in front of him.
I'm not sure there's
an appropriate way
to act in that situation.
Probably true. But I sent him
to a trauma counselor
to at least
get the ball rolling.
Good. He needs all
the help he can get.
SEBASTIAN:
Thanks.
Where did you come from?
Accessible entrance
around the back.
Shouldn't you be
with the counselor?
We met, we talked, we
agreed I should be here.
I need to see my friend.
The trauma counselor told you
should come to autopsy
to see his body?
Technically, I told her.
But you left
before she could argue.
This is not a good idea.
You were supposed to give
the trauma counselor
a chance.
Pride,
I'm a grown man.
I watched him die.
I want to see my friend.
(quietly):
Yeah.
He's not here, huh?
No. Nick's gone.
We'll give you a moment.
What did you find, Doc?
Nick was sh*t three times.
One lodged
in the prosthetic leg,
one in the shoulder
and the last one missed
most of his vital organs,
but nicked the abdominal aorta
and he bled out in minutes.
You gonna be able
to run ballistics?
The two b*ll*ts in Nick
shattered on impact,
but the one in the leg
is still in good condition.
Man, this thing is badass.
I've never seen a prosthesis
this high tech before.
(phone buzzing)
DARPA's been working on
an advanced prosthetic
that'll allow soldiers
to get back in combat.
(phone buzzing)
Nick was part of the pilot program.
Think you'll be able
to remove the b*llet?
(phone buzzing)
PATTON: Sebastian.
He asked you a question, man.
Check your texts later.
I'm not checking my texts.
E-Every time I move closer
to this leg, my phone vibrates.
What's it mean?
Let me see that phone?
(phone buzzing, crackling)
Could you take that foot off,
please?
Let me see.
Give me some tweezers.
Some sort of memory card?
Looks like an aftermarket.
Aftermarket for what purpose?
I think Taylor's leg was bugged.
Think you can access
what's on that thing?
What kind of question is that?
A stupid one, apparently.
Someone's gonna have to explain
to the civilians here
how is that thing a bug?
It's a keyboard sniffer.
It logs everything you do
on a computer.
It's not supposed
to react like this.
Must have gotten damaged
during the sh**ting.
You got it, P. What's on it?
A treasure trove.
A treasure trove of what?
Classified Navy Intel.
Looks like Nick
Taylor was a spy.
PRIDE: Nick Taylor removed
classified material
from the Coast Guard
joint task force
using a bug hidden
in his prosthesis.
By all appearances,
he was a spy.
Patton is convinced
that isn't true.
Well, a spy isn't
very good if you can't
deceive the people around you.
Do you think
he's right?
What I think is
that we need to know more.
And Patton's gonna keep
investigating with us?
Well, he's our computer
specialist.
And he knows the victim
better than anyone else.
I'll follow your lead on that.
But?
If we find more evidence
pointing to Taylor
being a spy,
Patton might not
be able to handle it.
He's a professional
first and foremost.
He'll handle it.
Uh, think we're about
to test that theory.
We got something you guys
are gonna want to see.
So we've been digging
into Nick's time
with the drug interdiction
task force.
He was analyzing Intel
on smuggling routes.
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, and since he
joined the Coast Guard,
narcotics busts are down %.
It's hard to believe
that's a coincidence.
It's Occam's razor. The simplest
explanation is usually correct.
Well, the simplest
explanation here
is that he was feeding Intel
to drug traffickers,
trying to help avoid
Coast Guard patrols.
That's just not true.
Look, I know it's not
what you want to hear, Patton.
Nick is no spy.
The evidence tells
a different story, P.
He was being used.
How can you be sure?
I can prove it.
The device we found on Nick's
leg was temporary storage.
Whatever data it was
collecting had to be off-loaded
using an encrypted
wireless signal.
And you decrypted it?
It wasn't easy, but
I backtraced it.
Crane Rehab Center?
There's another device there.
It's emitting the same signal.
Now, all we have to do
to clear Nick's name
is find out who has it.
All right, Gregorio, grab
Lasalle, get back down there.
- I'll drive.
- GREGORIO: P, we got this.
Nuh-uh, no.
I'm not staying here.
And besides, I have
the frequency tracker
we need to find the signal.
I know you're looking out
for your friend...
That man is not just my friend.
He was there for me
at the lowest point of my life.
After my accident,
that man got me through rehab.
He saved me. I owe him that.
Well, let's all go,
we'll make it a field trip. Come on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Everybody can't go.
Just stay here, Sebastian.
Try the rest
of the interdiction team.
You think you can keep
an open mind about Taylor?
Course I can, Pride.
Let's do this.
What exactly are
we looking for up in here?
Could be another device like
the one found in Nick's leg.
Meaning it's planted
in another prosthetic?
Could be.
LASALLE:
Signal's getting stronger.
Means we're closer.
Is it supposed
to make that sound?
Something's telling me
that's a big fat no.
Means there's multiple devices.
And they're all
in the same room.
Multiple devices...
Multiple spies.
SIMMS: While members
of the Valor Brigade
are not law enforcement agents,
you are held to the same
standards of protocol.
(device pinging)
You're late. You can get notes
from somebody else.
I'm not going back.
I'm not here for training.
- LASALLE: We're NCIS.
- Oh, yeah, I remember.
You interrupted
my PT this morning,
and now you're interrupting
my lecture.
Which one of them
do you want to see now?
Honestly? Everybody.
Including you.
So, Detective Simms,
how long have you been injured?
Six months.
I was pursuing
a fugitive on foot
when a car swerved out
of the way to avoid him, hit me.
Lost my leg, bruised
my spinal cord.
Oh, yeah,
and the suspect got away.
Where did you get
your equipment?
Rehab. Chair's just a loaner.
I'll be on my feet again
soon enough.
The doctors say
that's a possibility?
Doctors don't know everything.
The connection's
still there, just...
waiting for the
swelling to go down.
But you guys
didn't call me in here
to talk about my injury, so...
No, we're here to
talk about these.
Don't even know what those are.
Keyboard sniffers.
Track and record
computer keystrokes
within a -foot radius.
(chuckles):
I'm a street cop.
I kick down doors
and I kick ass.
I don't do tech.
They're advanced bugs
for hacking.
One of these was found
on Nick Taylor's prosthesis.
- Hmm.
- Think he was k*lled over it.
Sounds like he was
up to no good.
One of these was found on each
of the members
of the Valor Brigade
that you were
lecturing.
I'm not in the Valor Brigade.
I provide
training on behalf
of the NOPD.
I'm an actual cop.
Well, then, you should know
what we're getting at with this.
We found this one...
...on your chair.
That's not possible.
Oh, it's more than possible,
Detective, it's a fact.
Only question is,
did you know you were stealing
confidential police information,
or were you being used?
In years of police work,
I've had a spotless record.
Now, you can search my home,
search my bank accounts,
whatever the hell you want.
Someone's played me for a fool.
These bugs were being
used to steal Intel
from multiple
law enforcement agencies.
Yeah, Navy, Coast Guard,
DEA, FBI, NOPD.
Well, Pride's gonna head back
to Belle Chasse to liaise
with the agencies, try to figure
out the damage that was done.
Well, this has been going on for
months. It's, it's gonna be bad.
And we don't have a
viable suspect yet.
Yeah, all the members
of the Valor Brigade
claim to have no
idea about the bugs.
LASALLE: Yeah. Looked into
their backgrounds,
and they're all
upstanding veterans
dedicated to service,
even after sustaining
such traumatic injuries.
Is Gregorio escorting them
back to the Crane Center?
Yeah, with our thanks
for their cooperation.
What about Simms? He involved?
He says no. I'm inclined
to believe him. It's conceivable
they were being used.
All right, which means
it's possible Nick Taylor
was being used, too.
PATTON: That's what
I've been trying
to tell you. Nick is no spy.
You might be right, Patton,
but we still don't have
a viable suspect.
Hell yes, we do.
Julia Flores? Taylor's
physical therapist?
And secret
girlfriend, right?
She may not be a member
of the Valor Brigade,
but she had access
to all their equipment.
I guess it's possible she
could have placed the devices
- without anyone knowing.
- But why?
She was being coerced.
I dumped her cell phone.
I found multiple texts
from an unknown number.
Seems like someone found out
about her and Nick.
So, okay, wait.
So we're saying that this woman
committed treason just to keep
her relationship a secret?
Not only that.
The blackmailer threatened her
with physical v*olence
if Julia didn't agree to help.
So, what? Her boyfriend, Taylor,
finds out and confronts her?
Nick was desperate
to speak with me that night.
It was probably about this.
Is Julia Flores the type
to pull off a drive-by sh**ting?
There's only one way
to find out.
Let's go bring her in.
Landlady next door said
Julia came home early
- and hasn't left since.
- All right.
(exhales) I do
the cop knock?
Julia Flores.
Federal agents.
- Use the key?
- Yeah.
All right, Ms. Flores.
We're coming in.
SEBASTIAN:
This doesn't look good.
LASALLE:
She's not in here.
(exhales)
Stop playing hide-and-seek.
I found her.
(inhales sharply)
Looks like
they got to her first.
Lasalle's with Sebastian
in Julia Flores' apartment
looking for any evidence
that'll point to her k*ller.
Well, we can assume the suspect
is responsible
for Nick Taylor's
m*rder as well.
And all because she was bugging
members of the Valor Brigade
in order to steal Intel
from law enforcement.
Well, clearly,
she has an accomplice.
There's no sign
of forced entry
It's likely she
knew her k*ller.
No sign of stolen Intel, either.
Julia Flores'
digital devices are clean.
No telling how much
confidential information
has been sold off.
Undercover operations,
names of informants,
policing strategies, I...
Yeah, well, I spent
all evening at Belle Chase
trying to sort this all out.
It's a mess for every agency
utilizing the Valor Brigade.
And a mess for
veterans involved.
It's a genius plan,
actually.
Using disabled veterans
as spies.
Disabled people are everywhere.
But society trains people
to look right through us.
If they look at us at all.
(scoffs)
We hide in plain sight.
I never thought
of it that way.
(laughs) My point exactly.
Fair enough.
Does this get us any closer
to our suspect?
Yeah, we need to figure out
who benefits.
That's one of the many reasons
you keep me employed.
I was able to recover
every piece of data
recorded on those
confiscated devices
in the last six months.
Now all I got to do
is cross-reference
the data with the bad guys,
and see who got away
with more crimes.
Do you got
some sort of algorithm
that could help us do this?
Huh. No, ma'am.
This gonna take some
old-fashioned grunt work.
It'll take us weeks
to go through this Intel.
That's time we don't have
with all this
sensitive information
floating around.
Yeah, but it's our best chance
at finding a suspect.
Think I got a better solution.
I remember visiting you
at a place like this
years ago.
Yeah, I remember
you breaking me out,
taking me to the Saints game.
- Needed to cheer you up.
Yeah. Nurses weren't
too happy about that.
Yeah, they complained
to my supervisor.
Almost got me suspended.
Hey, man, I covered your ass.
Yeah, by telling everyone
that you walked
out of there on your own,
ran into me
at the Superdome.
That's my story and
I'm sticking to it.
That was
a good game, though.
For the first time,
I was able to forget
about all my troubles.
Man, I was so angry.
Marriage falling apart.
Nick kept it real about
my injuries, though.
You kept my spirits up.
That's what family's for.
Hey, man.
Not everybody's lucky to
have support like that.
Time like that, you find
out who your friends are.
Oh, you guys are really
ruining my week, here.
If you're gonna arrest us,
just do it already.
I was told NCIS
cleared us
of any wrongdoing.
That's right.
No one's in any trouble.
No one's getting arrested.
Well, then,
what's this about?
Nick Taylor and Julia Flores.
Both m*rder*d by someone
stealing Intel.
Got any leads?
Not yet.
That's where you come in.
We need to look through
all the data
stolen from your agencies.
Any connection to Julia
or criminals
who benefited the most.
It requires more eyes
than what we've got.
We need trained professionals
that know what to look for.
That's all of you.
If you're up for it.
We're in.
Nah, it's a hard
pass for me.
PRIDE: You're the most experienced
person in here.
We need you.
And I need to focus on recovery.
I'm gonna go to the gym.
Y'all have fun, though.
- Simms, hold up.
- No time.
Busy, have a nice life.
What? What do you want?
To give you
a reality check.
Oh, I-I get it.
This is where
you relate to me
and give me
some tough love?
Nah, I'll smack
some sense into you
if you don't show me
some respect.
All right.
Speak.
Look, man.
Your leg is not
gonna magically grow back.
Here goes.
You're not just gonna
get out that chair--
at least not today, anyway.
Your motivational speaking
could really use some work.
You could skip the workout.
I need you to focus on
something other than yourself.
I need you to help me
find Nick's k*ller, man.
Look, I am sorry for your loss,
but I did not know the guy.
You knew the guy
better than most.
You shared something in common.
No. I am not like Taylor or you.
All right? This chair isn't me.
This is only a temporary
state of affairs.
Okay, situation's temporary.
You'll get up and walk.
It doesn't matter right now.
And what matters, then?
The suspects we're trying
to find.
They used you.
They saw you as weak, broken.
An easy target.
Don't you want
to prove them wrong?
Well, I just finished
analyzing the evidence
from Julia Flores's apartment.
Well, I just completed
her autopsy.
I managed to extract a b*llet
in near-pristine condition.
Same caliber as the ones
that k*lled Taylor.
All right, I'll
run ballistics.
Maybe we'll be lucky, get a hit.
We could use some luck here.
There's no foreign DNA
under Ms. Flores's
fingernails,
no signs of a struggle.
Not much to offer
in identifying her k*ller.
Yeah, well, I might've found
something at the crime scene.
Scuff marks on the floor...
in the hallway.
Like heels of a shoe?
Maybe, but
what matters is
the particles that I found
in the scuff marks.
It's high-grade cocaine.
No, Ms. Flores's tox screen
came back clean.
Yeah, well, this
stuff is % pure.
It's not meant
for consumption.
Plus, I only found
traces of it anyway.
So... it came from the suspect.
Yeah, if I can track
where the cocaine came from,
should be able to find
the k*ller.
Uh, I don't know
how you do this.
Sitting in this hole,
eyeballing a screen
for hours at a time...
Excuse me, but my office
is not a hole.
I should be out on the street.
Kicking ass
and taking names, right?
- Exactly.
- That's not how cases are solved.
It's how arrests are made.
Because of the work
done in tastefully decorated
rooms like these.
We've been at this for hours.
All right? Along with the rest
of the Valor Brigade.
And what do we have
to show for it?
Do you bring this
attitude to rehab?
I bring this attitude
to everything I do.
Anger and frustration
have always served me well.
Well, it's time
to add some faith.
'Cause we just narrowed
the pool of suspects
from criminal organizations
to five.
Yeah, five gangs
with the most to gain
from stealing
this information and Intel?
With members?
That's still not much to go on.
Hey, any of these
gangs traffic
high-grade cocaine from the
Apurimac Valley in Peru?
They all have
some involvement in dr*gs.
Well, according to Sebastian,
these narcotics
are pretty damn special.
Okay, well, we'll keep
an eye out
for the Peruvian marching powder
in our search.
SIMMS:
No, no, no.
W-We don't have to.
Listen.
Before my accident, I was
assigned to narcotics.
And there was this
new player in town that was
flooding the streets
with this highly potent cocaine.
Well, don't keep us in suspense.
Who's the player?
The Marauders.
Who are the Marauders?
Motorcycle g*ng on
the margins of the
smuggling business.
g*ns, pot, cigarettes.
They managed to luck into
a Peruvian connection
for cocaine;
became big players overnight.
How come I haven't
heard of them?
NOPD was handling them
for a while,
but then they got smart.
Managed to avoid arrests.
Yeah, as if they had
inside information.
How does this g*ng
connect to Julia Flores
or Nick Taylor?
We cross-referenced them
with each of these names
in this g*ng, we got nothing.
Well, then, we need
to cast a wider net.
Flores, Taylor...
the Valor Brigade.
They're all involved. What's
the common denominator here?
Crane Rehab Center.
Any Marauders connection there?
I got something.
Motorcycle accident.
Captain of the Marauders
was involved,
walked away unhurt.
Different story for his brother.
You got to be kidding me.
Zander Reed.
Met him at the center yesterday.
Patton, you were right.
He was hiding in plain sight.
Reed lost a leg a year ago in
an unsanctioned motorcycle race,
ends up at the Crane Center
for rehab.
LASALLE:
Few months after that,
the Marauders' business
started booming.
Avoiding arrests and
gaining strength on the street.
'Cause they're probably getting
information fed to them
from the Valor Brigade.
How's a guy like Reed
get the technical know-how
to run a scheme like this?
LASALLE: Two semesters
of computer science
at a technical college.
PRIDE: So what are
we thinking here?
That Reed somehow
gets Julia Flores
to plant the bugs
in the prosthetics and chairs?
HANNAH:
Blackmails her
'cause of an inappropriate
relationship she was having
with a patient, Nick Taylor.
Then Taylor somehow figures out
what she's been doing,
wants to expose the scheme.
Reed kills him,
then kills Flores
when he sees NCIS
is on the case.
He was right under our nose
and we didn't even know it.
No one knew.
Key now is to bring him in.
Yeah, well, we got to find him
first. Guy's in the wind.
He could be laying low
with the Marauders.
Except they're not laying low.
You learn something, P?
Not me. Come on.
Keep at it.
All right.
I still got a few CIs
who'll take my call
and I rattled their cages
to get info on the Marauders.
They're making a move
this afternoon.
PATTON:
Meeting a boat at the
Poland Street Wharf,
some kind of drug shipment.
You think Reed'll be with them?
What I hear, Marauders
are gonna put him on a boat
and out of the country.
Not if we get to
the Poland Street Wharf first.
I'll get the team geared up.
Yeah. This is good work.
Glad I could contribute.
Hey, like I said, this
is where cases get solved.
I'd still like to go with you,
look Reed in the eyes
when the cuffs go on.
You'll get your chance
soon as we have him back here.
Fair enough.
Oh, hey, hey.
Marauders roll pretty heavy.
We'll be careful.
PATTON: Hey, Kev,
we can monitor
the takedown from here
if you just want to hang around.
Be like the eyes in the sky.
Nah, I'm b*at.
All this thinking
and typing
wore me out. I think
I'm just gonna head home.
You sure? We're about
to catch the bad guys.
This is the best part.
You just let me know
when you get Reed.
Not a lot of
places to hide.
Let's split up.
Sebastian and I'll
go around back.
Eyes peeled. Marauders
could be anywhere.
All right?
And they're heavily armed.
Let's move.
Comms open.
PRIDE (over comms):
Sebastian, Lasalle, just spotted
three Marauders at the dock.
What's your status?
I got a visual on the
truck and five bikes.
At least
three bikers.
PRIDE: All right, copy that.
Let's move.
(indistinct chatter)
On my count.
Three... two... one.
HANNAH:
Federal agents!
(g*nf*re)
(over bullhorn):
This is the Coast Guard.
Put your weapons down.
Get down on the ground...
Put it down!
Get on the ground!
(over bullhorn):
...we can see them.
Do it now.
(siren wailing)
On your feet.
Where's Reed?
He isn't here.
I'd have bought you a drink,
but I see you ain't finished
the one you got.
The hell are you doing here?
Obviously following you.
What's your excuse?
Just unwinding.
You drove a hell
of a long way to unwind.
Aren't there any crappy bars
in your neighborhood?
Just because we spent
the day together
does not mean
we're going steady.
And I thought we were
getting along so well.
For real, Patton, you got to go.
Who you giving
evil eyes to?
SIMMS:
Zander Reed.
You sent NCIS to the wharf, and
you knew Reed wouldn't be there.
It's a good bust. Your team will
get kudos, but Reed is mine.
Do you realize
your brain and your legs
aren't on speaking terms
right now?
All I need is a confession.
I have ways of encouraging him
to open up.
You didn't think this thing
all the way through.
It's all I've
been thinking about.
Look, hold your roll, man. Let's
go outside and talk about this.
Simms.
(grunts)
Zander Reed?
Hey, whoa, whoa,
whoa, hold up.
No need for weapons.
I'm just a computer specialist.
I'm not.
All right, look, this is
all fun and everything,
but can we just use
our words right now?
sh**t the chatty one first.
Try it. See what happens.
Don't try it.
What are you even doing here?
Arresting you for m*rder.
This seem like a good time
to be a smart-ass?
He can't help himself. Trust me.
You k*lled Nick Taylor
and Julia Flores
and played the Valor Brigade
for fools.
You are fools.
And Taylor was
the biggest one,
should've stayed in his lane.
Whoa, you talking
about my friend, partner.
And what're you gonna
do about it?
Put a b*llet between your eyes.
If you were gonna sh**t me,
I'd be sh*t.
Don't test fate, son.
You feel sorry for yourself.
I don't.
We were both dealt
a bad hand.
You're just pissed 'cause
I figured out a way to make
a profit from it.
Enough talking.
Simms, don't let him define you.
You are not like him.
Come on, man,
you do this...
...you gonna ruin your life,
if you're even breathing
after this.
You're the one with the life.
I got nothing.
Then do this already.
Yo, would you shut up?
And I need you to listen to me.
Simms, if you want what I got,
you gonna have to accept
your new reality.
It's gonna be
the hardest thing you ever do,
but it's the only way.
And live in your fantasyland?
No, thanks.
You think I don't miss feeling
the ground beneath my feet?
And I still got to wake up
every day and live my life.
Come on, he got
a few screws loose,
but he makes a valid point.
What's that?
You got to make something useful
of your situation.
Come on, man, let me be to you
what Nick was to me.
REED: What does
it matter? You're both
gonna die today anyway.
REED: What does
Ain't nobody gonna die today.Th
And how can you be
so sure of that?
'Cause I was stalling, jackass.
Federal agents!
Get your hands up.
LASALLE: Zander Reed,
you're under arrest.
Don't move.
- H-H-How-how did you...
PRIDE: Patton gave us a heads-up
as soon as he knew
you were here.
PATTON: Dude, you could've
drove a little quicker.
I was running out
of witty banter.
You both okay?
I don't know what I am.
You a guy who just
got a second chance.
Just spoke to Director Vance.
I think I made
a pretty good case
for the Valor Brigade
staying in business.
You think the DoD
will still work with them
after the
security breach?
Well, considering the Valor
Brigade was also instrumental
in taking down Reed
and the Marauders,
yeah, I'd say they
earned their keep.
Patton's earned himself
a commendation.
If it wasn't for his faith
in Nick Taylor,
we wouldn't have
solved this one.
Got to admit, Patton's
a good field agent.
Yeah, and he makes it look easy.
Well, he's worked hard to get
to the place he's in now.
I don't know if I could do it
if the roles were reversed.
Eh, of course
you could.
Patton wouldn't give you
another option.
Yeah.
I was gonna buy y'all a drink,
but it looks like you got stuck
doing paperwork.
- Oh, yeah.
Patton was gonna help,
but he had a game tonight,
so we didn't want
him to miss it.
Yeah, he deserves
a little R & R.
You got that right.
(whistle blows)
(indistinct shouting)
What?
(whistle blows)
That wasn't a foul, man!
Come on, let us play, ref!
You be tripping, brah.
Hey, yo, check it out.
Yo, yo, yo.
We got a new recruit.
Glad you came, bruh.
Taylor would be, too.
Don't let these guys
go easy on me.
Oh, no, believe me, I'm-a see to
it that you get your ass kicked.
- Yeah?
- Welcome to the club.