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