♪ I have a fly on my hands ♪
♪ Blood on my lips ♪
♪ I've got blood on my dress ♪
♪ You ask me questions ♪
♪ Like you've just been born ♪
♪ And I told you twice now ♪
♪ If we go to w*r ♪
♪ It's not my problem ♪
♪ You gonna see my stripes ♪
♪ I won't flinch, won't flinch ♪
♪ I won't flinch. ♪
Thank you for doing this.
Oh, sweetie...
don't thank me.
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
I under... No, sir.
I'll do my best.
I got to let you go.
I'm at work. Okay.
Good-bye.
That didn't sound so good.
Was that NCIS HQ?
You in trouble or something?
It wasn't HQ. It was my father.
You talk to your father
like that?
Like what?
"Yes, sir. No, sir."
Yes, ma'am.
Must be a Southern thing.
Well, it's a respect thing.
All right.
How do you talk
to your parents?
We're Italian.
There's a lot of yelling.
Well, Lasalles don't
yell at their parents.
Fair enough.
What's up with Dad?
Uh, he's in town.
Wants to have dinner.
That's nice.
Spend some quality time.
Well, you don't
know my father.
We don't exactly
see eye to eye.
Oh, yeah? Like, on what?
Anything.
Hey, they're here.
Hey.
Hey.
Victim's
Petty Officer Sam Segar.
Electronics tech.
Here for advanced training
at Belle Chasse.
Cleaning lady found
him this morning.
What is this?
A union coffee break?
Ah, kicked everybody
out. Too many comments.
Gruesome in there?
Not exactly.
What is it?
Autoerotic asphyxiation.
Can't say
I haven't seen it before.
And based on the faded
bruising on our victim's neck,
it wasn't a first time
for him, either.
It is for me.
Out of curiosity,
what's this mirror for?
Oh, it's so that he could
watch himself while he, uh...
you know.
It's pretty common
for the choke and choke set.
Sebastian.
Really?
Sorry.
We're looking at
an accident, then?
Well, this
is an emergency knot.
It's supposed
to be easy to reach
and fashioned
for a quick release
in case you find yourself
passing out.
But this is placed on his back,
and it's bound way too tightly.
You seem to know a lot
about this, Sebastian.
Should we be concerned?
Yes.
No.
I mean, no, you
shouldn't be concerned.
Yes, I know a lot about
AEA. I was just...
I was a big INXS fan as a kid.
When Michael Hutchence d*ed,
I just dealt with my trauma
through intense research.
Fell down a real rabbit hole.
So, we're thinking
it's suspicious?
Hutchence's death was totally
suspicious. I mean, I wrote
a whole high school term...
Sebastian.
He's talking about
Petty Officer Segar's death.
I know that. Now.
The scene's been staged
to look like Petty Officer Segar
was alone,
but someone else
tied these knots.
Some kind of sex
play gone wrong?
If so, somebody cleaned up
really well.
I'm not finding any biologicals
apart from the victim's.
There may be traces
on the body, though.
Can we get the poor kid down now
and find out?
We need to know
who else was in this room
and why they fled.
Sam Segar was born in Detroit,
raised in foster care
until he joined the Navy.
Multiple deployments
over the years.
Arrived in New Orleans
a month ago.
According to his C.O.,
he's got a spotless record.
He's new to the unit,
but he gets along good
with the other sailors.
Now, his next of kin
is Lieutenant Commander
Nolan Willis.
No actual relation. You know,
I'm having a hell of a time
getting in contact with him.
He's on some mission
in San Antonio.
Something classified.
Navy's reaching out
on our behalf.
What about his personal life?
Not much of one. Charges
on his credit card
are for takeout food
and a couple of websites
I've never even heard of.
That's because
it's a specialty site
connecting people interested
in dangling and mangling.
Am I the only one not up
on these euphemisms?
No.
No.
I took a deep dive
into Segar's browser history.
He was in contact with
one woman in particular:
Lady Edgeplay .
What kind of contact?
Full kind.
Lot of flirting and foreplay.
Whoever she is,
she worked hard
to get his attention.
And it paid off.
They made plans to meet up.
Could be the suspect
we're looking for. What
else can you tell us?
Nothing.
Her contact info was scrubbed
from the chat room.
I took a look
into Segar's phone.
I found evidence of deleted pictures.
I thought you said
no one can actually delete
anything from their phone.
No normal person.
Baby got skills.
Them pictures are gone.
She's technically sophisticated,
worked hard
to get his attention,
and then completely covered
her tracks.
Got to be a reason why.
It's a shame
you can't recover
any of that information
she deleted, Patton.
Don't sweat it.
I got a few tricks up my sleeve.
You need to get that?
Uh, definitely not.
Okay.
Get in contact with the sailors
in Segar's unit.
If he met a woman,
he might have talked about her.
You don't answer that,
your dad's gonna just
keep on calling.
How did you...?
All the years we
worked together,
I know what it looks like
when you're ducking family.
It's all good. See?
What's he want?
Dinner.
So go.
Gregorio and Percy
can handle Belle Chasse.
No, no. He wants
to have a, uh, talk.
About what?
I don't know.
That's what I'm
worried about.
Eat with your father.
Hear him out.
Is that what you would
do with your father?
Absolutely not.
But be smarter than me.
Look it here.
Perfectly fine piece of meat
ruined by all this glop.
It's béarnaise sauce,
and it's the house specialty.
You should at
least taste it.
Christopher,
you with me here?
Oh, yes, sir. Just checking in.
How are things back home?
I already told you.
They're fine.
And your mama's fine, too.
And before
you get into football,
we all have a lot of faith
in Alabama this year.
Now, small talk's done.
Let's get down to it.
How long
you gonna be doing this?
Putting the phone away now, sir.
Not the phone, Christopher.
This job of yours.
My career.
No.
A career is something
that you build.
Something that makes
a contribution to the world.
Been more than
patient with you.
For more than ten years,
actually.
But time's up.
Uh, what is that?
Contract.
Makes you sole proprietor
and chief executive
of Lasalle Enterprises.
That's your job.
For now.
But I'm not gonna
be around forever.
Got to plan for the future.
I'm honored, but, uh...
I can't take the company.
It's a family business.
Last I heard,
you're part of the family.
Yeah, but I got
a life here.
I'm sorry.
You got a car payment
and a rental lease.
That's not a life.
Cade can't take care of himself,
let alone the business.
Your mama's
not getting any younger.
My sister, your cousins,
I take care of all them.
When I'm gone,
you're who's left.
Last in the line,
Christopher.
I don't know anything
about the oil business.
Then you better learn.
It's time for you
to step up
and take responsibility.
Your family needs you.
Sir...
I'm done talking about it.
Eat your steak.
We interviewed everyone
at Belle Chasse who had contact
with Petty Officer Segar.
He never mentioned
a girl to them.
Never mentioned anything
about his private life.
I figured he'd keep
his proclivities to himself.
It's probably smart
for his career.
Yeah, but it doesn't
make it any easier
for us to track down this
mystery woman of his.
Easy is for chumps.
We thrive on the impossible.
Our mystery woman
is a mystery no longer.
Meet Chloe Miles,
Segar's playmate
in the chat room.
Wait, you were
able to un-delete
the photos from his phone?
Oh, no.
We had to step our game
up a notch.
Hacked into her
shadow profile.
What's a shadow profile?
It's whenever you give
a program permission to access
the photos on your phone,
you're actually allowing it
to access all your data.
And they store that
information on a server.
They got a little something
extra on everybody.
What can you tell us
about Chloe Miles?
She's a real person, for one.
Uh, she's not an alias
or a bot created online.
She met with Segar in
public a few times.
That's where
these first photos came from.
And the final photos
were taken last night
at his apartment.
Proves they were together
before he was k*lled.
Yeah, and
it gets even scarier.
This isn't her first time.
We found photos connecting Chloe
to three other men.
Each of them were involved
in some type
of Internet subculture.
Each one of them d*ed under
mysterious circumstances.
This is more than a coincidence.
Yeah, the pattern's the same.
Each of the three
victims had no trace
of Chloe in their social media,
but her shadow profile
puts them together
hours before their deaths.
I've heard enough.
You got an address for her?
Windsor Court Hotel, room .
Federal agents! Open the door!
You in the shower,
hands up now.
Put your hands
where we can see them.
Now!
Do you really want me
to put my hands up?
You met Petty Officer Segar
online in a chat room
specializing in sexual fetishes?
It's possible.
This is correspondence
between you, making
arrangements to meet.
This is a correspondence
between someone named
Lady Edgeplay .
- Your screen name.
- It could be.
You were with Segar last night
in his apartment,
hours before he was found dead.
If you say so.
Well, this photo says so,
Ms. Miles.
And it wasn't easy finding it,
considering someone
had scrubbed any sign of you
from his phone or computer.
I don't know what your point is.
My point is
Segar d*ed of asphyxiation
in what was made
to look like
a sex game gone wrong.
Unless, of course, it simply
was a sex game gone wrong.
Is that what you're saying
it was?
I couldn't tell you.
I don't know.
What about Taylor Cotton?
Outdoorsman.
You met him
in another chat room.
Invited him to go backpacking
with you in the Rockies.
He drowned in the hot springs.
That sounds awful.
There are others.
Jackson Holt in Hawaii.
Kevin Chung
outside Seattle.
All met similar ends
after making contact with you.
Okay, I admit it.
I'm a travel writer.
I move around the country.
I meet a lot of people.
Do I remember them all? No.
But that's not a crime.
The crime is their murders.
You just said they d*ed
accidentally.
I said their deaths were made
to look like accidents.
Hey.
You, uh, survived Dad?
Yeah.
Though I'm wondering why
y'all didn't reach out to me
after you, uh, arrested
Chloe Miles last night.
Because you were busy at dinner.
And last I heard, I'm still
part of the investigation.
Oh, take it
easy, cowboy.
Nobody's cutting you
out of anything, okay?
We just figured four agents
were enough
to take care of one woman.
Though, maybe
we were wrong.
Pride hasn't gotten
a confession yet?
Nope, and I don't think
he's gonna.
Saying she's innocent?
I-I don't know.
There's something about
this girl. Something's off.
Well, you're the profiler,
Gregorio.
What doesn't add up?
Other than
the many coincidences,
I don't know.
Like she's gone over this
in her head
a million times.
Her reactions are
too well-timed.
That doesn't sound like enough
for an arrest warrant.
No.
But Pride's
not done yet.
You're awfully calm for someone
being accused of four murders.
I guess I'd be more nervous
if I had anything to hide.
Or you had any evidence.
You're looking at the evidence.
No. I'm looking at photos.
There's something else.
Medical examiner...
found foreign DNA
on Segar's body.
Since you got, uh,
nothing to hide,
I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I
swab your DNA?
Be my guest, Agent Pride.
The DNA we found
on Segar's body
does not match Chloe's.
You're kidding.
Whose DNA is it?
No one's at the moment.
It's not coming up in any
of the standard searches.
I'm expanding to more
classified databases,
but I'm not optimistic.
Everything in me
says she's our k*ller.
Yeah, but we don't have
anything on her.
Maybe we could keep her
for another day.
Keep trying to break her down.
No, that woman's
not gonna break.
Gregorio, escort her
back to her hotel,
keep an eye on her.
We'll figure out another way
to take her down.
If we can't get her to talk,
we got to focus on the victims.
Percy and Patton have been
trying to get more details,
find a connection between them.
What if there
is no connection?
What if all these murders
are just random?
If I know one thing from sitting
across from Chloe Miles,
she doesn't do anything
randomly.
Four male victims from
different parts of the country,
age, ethnic background.
And seemingly
only one thing in common:
Chloe Miles.
Actually,
there's something else.
The three other victims,
Taylor Cotton, Jackson Holt
and Kevin Chung had top secret
security clearances.
Well, nothing in their files
suggested they worked for the government.
Not officially,
but each one was a contractor
for either the NSA,
the CIA or the DIA.
That changes everything.
MICE.
Where?
No, uh...
It's an acronym
that FLETC taught us.
It's the four motives
for stealing secrets.
Money, Ideology,
Coercion, Ego.
Oh, we know she had a ego
going for her.
So, Chloe is some sort of spy.
Getting close enough
to these contractors
to steal Intel and k*ll them.
Yeah, except Petty Officer Segar
doesn't fit the pattern.
He was a electronics tech.
Didn't... no special clearance,
no access to Intel.
Chloe had a reason
to go after him.
Maybe it was geography.
Three contractors in Colorado,
Washington state,
and Hawaii.
All three have
NSA outposts.
But New Orleans doesn't.
I mean, the closest NSA
station is San Antonio.
Mm, San Antonio.
Segar's next of kin,
Lieutenant Commander Willis,
is on mission in San Antonio.
Something classified.
Navy wouldn't even give me
his direct contact.
Just like these other victims.
It's Wade. She might
have something.
I'm running a check
on Willis right now.
Zero presence
on social media
and I can't even
find a picture on him.
Well, suggests he's way up
the food chain.
So, Chloe kills
Petty Officer Segar
to what? To draw Willis out?
And it looks
like it worked.
According to Wade,
Commander Willis just arrived
in New Orleans
to make arrangements
for Segar's body.
When I got the call,
I just couldn't believe it.
Sam and I grew up together
in the foster system.
The closest thing either
one of us had to family.
We're very sorry
for your loss, Commander.
Nobody will tell me anything
about how this happened.
Do you recognize this woman?
No.
Chloe Miles.
We believe she m*rder*d
Petty Officer Segar
and tried to make it
look like an accident.
Why would she k*ll Sam?
We've connected
her to three other
mysterious deaths.
Each victim working
for the government
with top secret clearance.
Sam wasn't involved
in intelligence.
No, we think
she targeted him to get to you.
The other victims,
Taylor Cotton,
Jackson Holt,
Kevin Chung.
Any of those names
sound familiar?
Look, I'm detached to DOJ
legal counsel right now.
I have review privileges
on dozens of operations.
There's hundreds of
personnel involved.
Even if I did
recognize those names,
I wouldn't be allowed
to tell you.
DoD is in the process
of reading us in
on all their assignments.
We're gonna need you
to do the same.
Come to NCIS.
Help us sort this out.
Please.
Yeah, I...
I'll put in a call
to my commanding officer,
but I need to be free tonight
to pay my respects to Sam.
What's happening tonight?
Memorial service being held
by his unit.
I'll be the only family there.
If Chloe k*lled Segar
to draw Willis out,
the memorial service
is the best place for her
to make contact with him.
We could set up a sting.
Send Willis in wired,
catch her in the act.
She k*lled four men
in the last six months.
Too risky putting him
in harm's way.
All right,
so we don't put him in.
Willis has been scrubbed
out the Internet.
Chloe doesn't have a
clue what he looks like.
You mean send in
a ringer?
Who, Christopher?
She's been to NCIS.
She's seen us.
Not me.
I was at dinner
with my father.
No. No, you have no idea
how much she knows about Willis.
There's no time
to prepare you.
Look, I'll wear an earwig.
All right, Willis
can listen in.
We'll make it work.
I appreciate your enthusiasm,
but I'm worried
your head's not in the game.
You're too distracted.
You...
Case in point.
What?
My father?
Come on. Yeah, he's a
pain in the rear end,
for sure, but I got my eye
on the ball here, all right?
I want to catch this girl
before she kills again.
Unless she kills you, too.
Which, I must admit,
she's quite skilled at.
This woman is
extremely dangerous.
She caught
those men by surprise.
All right? I'll be going in
knowing what I'm dealing with.
Unless you don't.
These toxicology reports
suggest all four of our victims
were dosed with
Succinylcholine.
It's a paralytic.
Mossad uses it
in assassinations.
So I won't let her inject me.
What about the unidentified DNA
on Segar's body?
Chloe may have
an accomplice.
I'll be at a memorial service.
We'll have backup there.
King, this is
what we do.
Plus, it's not like we
got a lot of options.
All right, I'm in.
See a lot of uniforms,
but no sign of Chloe.
Gregorio and Sonja said she left
the hotel minutes ago.
- Parked down the street.
- She's got to be inside.
- We saw her go in.
- Yeah, and if we're right,
she'll find you.
I'll make my way to the bar.
Try to blend in.
Don't blend in too much.
Got to keep your wits
around this girl.
Already got a father
in town, Patton.
Thanks for the advice.
Ooh. Hey.
I am so sorry.
Oh, it's okay.
I-I feel so awful.
Let me pay for
your dry cleaning.
It's the least I can do.
Oh, how about buying me
a drink instead?
Well, the-the drinks
are-are free here.
Then it's your
lucky night, Miss...
Chloe Miles.
You're Commander Willis,
Sam's older brother.
Wow, I have heard
so much about you.
Call me Nolan.
Well, let's get
that drink, Nolan.
Target's engaged.
Lasalle's just got to
get her on the hook.
Yeah, and now we just need him
to reel her in
before she takes him out.
I'm glad to
meet you, Nolan.
Nobody here
really knew Sam.
It's good to have someone
to talk to about him.
You and Sam were...?
Friends.
Oh, he never mentioned me?
No.
I'm sorry.
I've been busy, though,
and we haven't talked
in a while.
Oh, that's okay. We were just
getting to know each other.
He sure talked
about you.
Looking out for him
the way you did growing up...
How much he idolized you...
It's so special.
The way she turns on the
sweetness and vulnerability,
you'd never know
she k*lled four men.
Can't decide if I'm impressed
or terrified.
Stay focused there.
Mm-hmm.
Anything goes wrong, you're
Lasalle's last line of defense.
He was the closest
thing I had to family.
We looked out for each other.
"Partners in crime"
is how he put it.
Well, from everything
he told me,
you were a good
big brother.
Yeah, not good enough.
Wish I was here
when he needed me most.
There's no worse feeling
in the world.
Knowing somebody you love
d*ed alone.
Sounds like you got
experience with it.
You lose a sibling, too?
My father.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
This isn't about me.
Tonight is about Sam.
Come on.
Let's do another round.
We can toast to him.
You got all that
about her father, right?
Could be a play for sympathy
or she could be
telling us the truth.
Either way, she wants you
to ask her about it.
Let's see where she's taking us.
And remember, Christopher,
don't trust anything she says.
I'm all over it, King.
Here you go.
Thank you.
To Sam.
- One of the good ones.
- Be careful of that next drink.
Yeah, no idea
what she dosed it with.
Yeah.
To Sam.
Pride, you got a moment?
Lasalle's dad's here.
Great timing,
right?
Keep a close eye
on Christopher.
Mr. Lasalle.
I'm Dwayne Pride. Pleasure
to finally get to meet you.
Where's Christopher?
I been calling him all day.
Yeah, um, I'm afraid he's
tied up at the moment.
What's he doing?
Unfortunately,
I can't tell you.
And I need to get
back to it myself.
- But I will let him know...
- I get it.
Y'all cover each other's backs
while he tries
to avoid his father.
Actually, he's working a case.
If he could be here...
He still wouldn't.
I know my son.
Though probably not as well
as you do these days.
Like I said, we are a little
busy around here at the moment.
This is Christopher's desk,
right?
Ten years, and this is
the culmination of his career.
Christopher is great at his job.
Well, he certainly spends
enough time doing it.
Do you know
how many holidays
he's missed over the years?
Birthdays, Thanksgiving,
Christmases.
Because he was here.
We're like a family.
"Like a family" is not
the same as an actual family.
A wife, children.
You know what I'm talking about?
I do.
I have a daughter.
And what do you want
for her, Mr. Pride?
You want her in a job
with no future?
Risking her life,
never coming home.
I want her to be happy.
I want my son to grow up,
take responsibility,
make something of himself.
But I don't have the influence
over him that you do.
You know...
Christopher makes
his own choices.
And for the record,
he's one of the best agents
I've ever worked with.
He makes a difference every day
he wears the badge.
I wouldn't know.
He never talks to me about it.
If you see my son,
tell him I was here.
It wasn't a normal childhood.
I was a m*llitary brat,
so we moved around a lot.
My dad was all I had.
No mom?
No, she d*ed
when I was a baby.
Then my dad, he got a new job
working for the government.
Started traveling alone.
What kind of job?
Well, Nolan...
I could tell you,
but then I'd have to k*ll you.
Oh. That kind of job.
You're familiar with it?
I could tell you, but...
Oh. No. Fair enough.
We need information
on Chloe's dad,
and we need it fast.
Got it.
Captain James Miles, former
Air Force helicopter pilot.
You ever hear of this guy?
No, but I'll look into it.
Then go.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Dad was gone
more often than he was around,
and then,
when he was around, he...
He was always working.
Yeah.
I was angry at him.
I wanted to rebel.
How'd he die?
The official story:
he was in Paraguay
working as a pilot for an NGO.
Went out drinking
one night.
Stabbed to death in a bar fight.
Paraguay. Bar
fight. Anything.
- Come on.
- Do you think that's true?
- Check it.
- I know it's not.
My father didn't drink.
Not a drop
in his life.
And he wouldn't ever
get into a bar fight.
The government made that up
to cover up the truth.
Well, what's the truth?
State secret.
I've been trying
to find out for three years.
I feel very close to you.
Maybe it's because
you were so tight with Sam.
Or maybe it's
the three drinks talking.
I feel close to you, too.
Sam, he-he told me
about what you do for the Navy.
I know he shouldn't have,
but when he found out
what happened to my father,
he thought that maybe
you could...
I could...?
I'm sorry.
This is...
this is wrong.
What?
I'm sorry.
I-I've said too much, and I...
and I-I drank too much.
It-it was nice to meet you,
Nolan.
She's gone.
What just happened?
Did she spot Gregorio or Percy?
No. No way.
We're a block away,
with eyes on her car.
Yeah, this-this has got to be
part of her game.
I'm going after her.
No, no, no.
Take a b*at, Christopher.
That's exactly what she wants
you to do.
Look, King,
I was this close
to getting what we need.
You won't have backup.
If something happens to me,
you can find me.
I'm carrying a tracking device.
Gregorio, Percy,
get eyes on him.
Chloe, wait.
I made a fool of
myself back there.
I know how important family is.
And you want to find out
about your dad.
I have to find out.
Then tell me
what you were gonna ask.
Maybe I can help.
You're definitely
gonna help.
What did you do?
Don't fight it.
Just come with me.
We just lost contact.
Something happen
to his hat?
Christopher, you there?
Percy, Gregorio,
somebody talk to me.
Where's Lasalle?
Where the hell did they go?
We found his hat.
That means he doesn't have
his tracking device.
Christopher!
She had another car!
Pride, I think
we lost her!
Surveillance. BOLO.
Talk to me.
Well, Chloe Miles took
Lasalle in a silver sedan,
and Gregorio and Percy
are searching the area.
But no sign yet.
So you got nothing.
Keep working.
We got to find them.
What'd you find out
about Chloe's father?
James Miles was CIA.
Part of a covert operation
called Chaos.
And what is Chaos?
The Triple Frontier.
It's a border junction
between Paraguay,
Argentina and Brazil.
It's a hotbed for t*rror1st
and criminal activity.
And the government's
cracking down?
Joint task force
across the agencies.
There's hundreds of agents
involved.
Including Chloe's father.
Yeah.
Well, what was he doing there?
How... And how did he die?
How did he really die?
I can't say.
You do realize that,
if it wasn't for us,
you wouldn't be sitting there.
Chloe's k*lled four men,
kidnapped one of my agents.
It has something to do
with her father.
Now, drop the secret agent act!
Miles was building a rapport
with one of the leaders
of a t*rror1st group.
His cover was blown.
They held him hostage.
They sent in a demand
for a million-dollar ransom.
And you said no.
No, not me. The decision
went all the way to the top.
And the answer was clear.
We don't negotiate
with t*rrorists.
And we were not gonna let it
jeopardize the mission.
What about jeopardizing
Miles's life?
It was deemed
an acceptable loss.
Not to Chloe.
She targeted you and the others
to get to the truth.
It's not just
the truth. Look...
I have access to the names of
the officials who made the call.
That's what she wants
out of Lasalle.
And when she finds out
that he's not you,
she's gonna k*ll him.
How would she get you
to access that file?
Don't waste
your energy, Nolan.
Those zip ties won't budge.
Chloe.
What are you doing?
I need you to log in.
You need to untie me.
Let's not waste time.
You won't have much left
if you don't help.
Look, all right, you're upset.
You're not thinking clearly.
I couldn't be clearer.
Those represent three lives.
Three men who
worked with you.
They wouldn't help me,
and now they're dead.
But I still got their log-ins,
which led me
to your identity.
So don't martyr yourself.
Log in,
and pull up
Operation Chaos.
Look, I-I...
I don't know what that is.
Log in!
Log in now!
Okay.
Second I log in,
my command will be able
to track me.
Let me worry about that.
Type!
What did you just do?
Who's C. Lasalle?
Undercover identity
for the operation.
I must've miskeyed
the password.
Lasalle's alive!
I put a breach alert
on a classified site
Chloe once accessed.
Lasalle just tried to log in
using his real name.
He's sending us a signal.
- Do you have a location?
- I'm working on it.
He only has
a few log-in attempts left
before he's locked
out of the system.
Chloe will k*ll him
if that happens.
Type slower.
We need to buy Lasalle
some time.
We could give him access
to Commander Willis's log-in.
Yes.
What? No. Not possible.
Oh, it's possible. You just need
to give us your information.
She'll get Intel
on the whole operation.
The identities
of hundreds of agents
still in the field
will be exposed to our enemies.
They could die. No.
That is too much exposure.
It's not worth the risk.
You need to take me
seriously, Nolan.
I am taking you seriously.
Four men are already dead,
including your brother.
Their lives weren't
"acceptable losses,"
and neither is Lasalle's.
I don't know.
Zeroed in
on his signal, Pride.
Got Lasalle's location.
We'll stop Chloe
from utilizing the Intel.
But we need your help
to keep Lasalle alive.
Look, I-I understand how your
father's death affected you.
How could you?
You don't have a father.
You don't know
what it's like
to have the only person
who cared for you die alone.
He should have d*ed a hero,
not a drunk, Nolan!
You're not responsible
for what happened.
No!
You are!
Log in now!
Okay, I will. I will.
Yes.
You're in.
Thank you, Nolan.
Lasalle successfully logged in
a few minutes ago.
But the signal d*ed.
You guys got to hurry.
Chris is in this
ship. Eyes open.
Chloe might still be here.
Christopher!
Oh, my God!
He's got no pulse.
Come on, Christopher,
give me something.
You've been doing this for
three minutes, seconds.
We got to get him
out of here, Pride.
The EMTs are five minutes away,
but NOPD can rush him
to the hospital.
We don't have
that much time.
God...
What did she do to him?!
Burst blood vessel,
puncture mark on his neck,
syringe on the floor.
Made it look like
an overdose.
That's it.
Gregorio, take over.
All right, come on.
Come on, come on.
Officer! You got an updated
ER kit in your trunk?
- Yes, sir. What do you need?
- Narcan syringe, now.
All right.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, buddy.
Gregorio,
get out of the way!
Three, two, one.
No, no, no. It's us,
it's us. It's us.
It's us, Christopher.
Wh-What the hell happened?
You just came back
from the dead.
You had to make a scene, huh?
Chloe.
Chloe, she's-she's ran off
with Willis's data.
Yeah, we know.
We know. We know.
We got to get her!
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
What you got to do
is listen
to what the paramedics
tell you to do, all right?
Here you go. You got him?
We'll take care of Chloe.
Patton and Sebastian
got a bead on our girl.
She hasn't gone that far!
Take care of him!
Okay.
Won't need that luggage.
You're not leaving here today.
- Hey. Come on, move.
- Get out, get out.
Get out, get out.
Move, move, move on.
You're too late.
In a few moments,
Operation Chaos goes public.
And everyone will then
know the truth.
We're not gonna
let that happen.
We'll see.
Put the g*n down, Chloe.
It's not worth
any more bloodshed.
It's absolutely worth it.
People deserve to know
the truth!
No matter the cost?
Hundreds of other agents' lives
are at stake
if you let that upload complete.
I'm not the bad guy here!
I'm just righting a wrong!
There are children
who will lose parents
because you're righting a wrong.
Not to mention the blood
already on your hands.
All because you decided it.
What happened?
What happened?!
We cut the power.
No! No! No!
It's over, Chloe.
Put down the g*n.
I can't.
She's gonna make a move, Pride.
Is this what your father
would have wanted?
You to go down in a hail
of b*ll*ts for him?
He was all I had.
And you think somehow he'll be
seen as a hero when this ends?
I don't care.
Just do it.
sh**t me. sh**t me.
sh**t me
or I'll sh**t you instead!
Do it!
No.
No, not this way.
Don't give up on him.
Put down your w*apon.
Stop the k*lling.
You do that for me,
and I promise,
the truth of his
heroism will come out.
Appreciate you
coming to pick me up, King.
I'm good to
get myself home.
Well, your heart stopped
for four minutes.
You were basically dead.
Figure that earns you a free ride.
Yeah, well,
I would be dead if
it wasn't for you.
You saved my life.
I owe you one.
Well, I'm glad
you feel that way,
'cause I'm calling in
that chit.
I'm not taking you home.
I'm taking you to see your dad.
King, no.
Yes, Christopher.
Uh, maybe you
were right.
You know, I was basically dead.
I should rest up.
You need to face your father.
There's no point.
He wants me to take over
the family business.
All right? I'm not gonna.
So tell him.
Why's it matter so much to you?
'Cause I've been where you are.
Don't make
the same mistakes I made.
Talk to your father.
It's not like
anything will change.
Maybe.
Maybe that's
not the point.
Went through a lot to avoid
seeing me the last couple days.
That's not what
happened here, sir.
Mr. Pride told me.
You put yourself on the line
to save a lot of others.
That's what we do.
I just don't understand
why you do it.
You got prospects at home.
A business with a future.
Look, I'm gonna stop you
right there, Dad.
That business is not my future.
And it never will be.
All right, no matter how
many speeches you give me
about family
or responsibility,
or whatever else
you want to talk about,
I'm happy here.
You can like it,
you can hate it,
but that's the fact
of the matter.
Let's order a couple more
of those steaks.
No fancy sauce this time.
I'm starving.
Uh, you know what? Uh...
I guess I just wasn't
as hungry as I thought.