Listen, we got a problem.
"Vigilante cop abuses power"?
Dwayne Pride is dangerous,
and he needs to be held accountable.
It's a coordinated attack, Dwayne,
and you're the target.
Suspect's name is Max Burris,
former intelligence operative out of Virginia.
I'm gonna find out who he answers to
and why he's been targeting me.
You help us find this man,
and I will hand you the biggest story of your career
about a conspiracy to take me down
that goes all the way to Washington.
Since I have it on good authority
that you've got no evidence Mr. Burris committed murder,
it seems that he's free to go.
That article exposes you
and the DOJ to any number of civil lawsuits.
Why are you doing this, Karen?
It's not me, Dwayne, or my boss, not even his boss.
Get yourself a lawyer, a good one, fast.
? Ready, Freddy ?
? Where you goin'? ?
? Goin' to the house, gonna sleep like a bone... ?
Yeah!
? Ready, Freddy, where you goin'? ?
? Goin' down to the house, gonna sleep like a bone... ?
Newman, Newman. Hey, hey. Hey, you good?
Listen, uh, I'm kind of in a rush here.
I need to ask you for a favor.
You kidding? Whatever you need, Dwayne. I owe you.
And don't worry, I don't believe none of that crap
about what the media's been saying about you. It's all crap.
Actually, not-not all of it,
but that's not the point. State bar reinstated you,
means you can practice law again, right?
Ain't nobody been knocking on my door.
Been a bit of a dry spell
since that corporate firm railroaded me,
bribed the jury.
- Cheers. - H-H-Hang on now.
I'm afraid I need you sober for this.
Long story, but the bottom line is I'm being set up.
I just turned in my shield,
then I get a tip the FBI's coming to arrest me
so that I don't take off before the grand jury indictment.
What do you mean "indictment"? On what charges? When?
All the matters is that I'm being railroaded, too,
and the only way I can find out who's behind it
is if you make sure I don't get indicted.
I'm telling you, Fred,
you can do this, I know it.
Listen to me.
This could be the chance that you've been waiting for.
The one that could keep me out of jail
and get you back on your feet.
What do you say?
Last thing I ever want to do in life is
let you down, Dwayne, but...
H-How much time do I have to decide?
I need you to decide now.
? NCIS:New Orleans 4x23 ? Checkmate, Part 1
? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?
? Bang, bang, bang, bang ?
? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?
? How, how, how, how ?
? Hey, hey ?
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? You gotta come on. ?
Dwayne's been arrested.
What? When?
Last night at the bar.
They let him have one phone call this morning
before the grand jury convened.
The grand jury's not wasting any time
It's not the jury that's in a rush.
It's whoever's trying to destroy Pride's good name.
We gotta figure out who's pulling the strings here.
And what trying to destroy Pride has to do with all this.
What? But I thought you were close to getting the guy
responsible for the media leaks on Pride.
Well, we were,
but apparently this Max Burris
has friends in high places.
Friends no doubt connected to
whoever Pride's enemies are in D.C.
'cause the Feds released them.
Has Sebastian still got his eye on Burris?
He just called in. Said Burris is still
at the law firm that freed him.
Ten bucks says that law firm is
deep inside the D.C. baddie's pocket.
No doubt they're trying to spirit Burris out of town
before we can get our hands on him again.
Too bad we don't have enough evidence
to prove he killed the Navy sailor
after he made her release the files on Pride.
Right.
'Cause if we did,
his federal friends couldn't protect him from us,
because murder is a state charge.
- Exactly. - All right, then, Patton.
You and Sebastian need to find proof.
Talk to the reporter Burris leaked it all to.
Get his digital fingerprint on the funding.
All we need is probable cause to arrest.
Soon as we relieve Sebastian,
I'll send him to the motel Burris stayed at,
see if he can find any trace evidence.
Gregorio, you're with me.
Where are we going?
Well, they gotta move Burris
sooner than later,
and when they do, I want to be there,
hopefully with proof to grab him.
Uh, what about Dwayne?
I still don't understand how the judge allowed
all that evidence to be presented.
It made you look like you're a danger to the community.
Pretty sure that's their plan.
Still,
I-I let you down in there.
I'm sorry, Dwayne.
I knew I was not ready to go up against...
It's not your fault, Newman.
The grand jury was gonna hold me over for trial
no matter who was defending me.
They'll probably set bail high.
But maybe if I can petition to reduce bail at this...
Do you know who I am?
Name's Eric Barlow.
I am the associate attorney general.
The associate attorney general?
Long way from D.C. What brings you here?
You do, Agent Pride.
I've been keeping an eye on you
for quite some time now.
Is that a fact?
It's not a good fact.
Anybody gets on my radar,
usually doesn't bode well.
With that said, I'm gonna offer you a deal.
It's a one-time-only offer,
so I would take it seriously if I were you.
I'm listening.
It's not just the media environment
that's not on your side these days.
Uh, public attitude against law enforcement
crossing the line...
I didn't cross the line.
Grand jury says otherwise.
So will a trial jury, trust me.
Convicted on all charges,
20 years? Maybe more.
Or... you can quit NCIS.
Retire. Play piano at that little bar of yours.
Enjoy what's left of your life.
He keeps his pension?
Sure. Why not?
We accept. No, we don't.
- But... - Like I said,
I'm only offering this once.
Then I'll only have to turn it down once.
Either way works for me.
Remand him into custody.
What's this?
Huh.
Lucky you.
Looks like you just made bail.
You didn't have to do that, Loretta.
The hell I didn't.
I wasn't gonna let you rot in jail, Dwayne.
Wasn't gonna rot.
Look, before you get all judgy on me
and tell me it was too much money, it wasn't.
Ten percent on a hundred grand.
$10,000? That's it?
Yeah. I thought I was gonna have to
mortgage the house, borrow against my 401K,
considering everything they were charging you with.
Well, that doesn't make sense.
It doesn't make sense the he didn't seem
to mind my getting out, either.
Who is he?
Associate Attorney General Barlow.
And if I'm right, he's the D.C. guy
who's been after me all year.
He seems familiar.
Just can't quite put my finger on it, though.
You sure?
What I'm sure of is that he's sure of himself.
Which means whatever he's got planned,
he doesn't think I can stop him.
Wait...
I gotta go, okay?
- But thank you for bailing me out. - No, no, no, wait, Dwayne.
Ooh, and do me a favor.
Tell Lasalle to stand down.
All right? Tell him that's an order.
I don't want anyone else
getting caught up in this, too.
Dwayne, wait. What are you gonna do?
Tell me you're not going to go rogue again.
All right, thanks for calling.
I promise to keep an eye on him.
Miss Loretta thinks King's got something
up his sleeve-- wants to keep us out of it.
- Fat chance. - Yeah, exactly.
Still, the sooner
we can figure out what this is all about,
the sooner we can keep King
from making things worse for himself.
Well, I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer,
but if AAG's really behind this,
chances of success aren't good. Yeah.
But if we can get Burris to flip on AAG,
we'll have him dead to rights.
Only if we can connect him to the murder.
We need leverage first.
Which might be a problem,
because there he is right now-- he's leaving.
I wonder why they're
letting him leave now.
What do we do?
I guess we follow him,
don't let him get away, and worry about leverage later.
You see that?
Looks like a hit.
Get down! Get down!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Idiot, we're not gonna shoot you.
We just saved you. Get out!
Come on, let's go before they kill us all.
Who hired you to kill
Petty Officer Bowers
and to destroy Agent Pride?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Stow it, Burris. You know we can link you
to the Intel leak against Pride, we've already proven that.
That's old news. My attorney already got me off.
Except for now, more than likely,
his law firm's trying to off you.
And if so, they'll try again, too.
You know they will.
They consider you loose ends--
ones that need tying up so you don't tell us
who's behind it all and why.
Which you need to do
if you want to avoid the needle.
Oh, wait.
First off, you guys don't have jack on me for murder.
If you did, you would have arrested me already.
And second, I didn't kill her.
All right, then, who did?
One of the guys that just tried to kill me, actually.
His name's Lonzo.
- "Lonzo" what? - I don't know.
But I do know he's gonna come after me again,
which leads me back to what are you offering?
Well, if it proves out you didn't pull the trigger,
maybe, uh, accessory to murder, ten to 15 years.
Are you kidding me? I won't make it a day in prison.
You guys really don't know who you're dealing with here.
These people, they have connections everywhere.
Then tell us who they are so we can protect you.
I won't make it across the street before they take me out.
Which means, for you
to have a chance to live,
you need to tell us who you're working for,
and help us stop
whatever they got planned.
Captain Estes, what are you doing here?
Wondering what the hell's going on, that's what.
Has anybody heard from Pride since he got arrested?
Only that Doc Wade bailed him out.
I can't believe all the crap they're putting him through.
Is he okay? Where is he?
Apparently, staying in the room above his bar,
and we don't know how he is, 'cause he's not telling us.
Apparently, trying to protect us.
What does that mean?
- What is he doing? - We don't know.
But what we do know is we need
to figure this out fast before he tries
to figure it out himself. - Yeah.
Yeah, that's what worries me. Yeah, us, too.
But Max Burris did give us a lead, and it's a good thing
you're here, too, because we need you to keep him safe
until we see if his lead pans out.
We need to keep it quiet, too,
because these guys got reach, if you know what I'm saying.
They already tried to kill Burris once to shut him up,
so watch your back.
Oh, don't worry about me.
Nobody's gonna scare me away from doing
everything I can to help Pride.
All right, we got something.
Need you to deep dive on a person named Amelia Parsons.
Burris says that's his contact at the law firm.
He says she's the facilitator, so whatever's going on
goes through her, so if we can get something on her...
Might be able to bust up the conspiracy.
Yeah, or at least work our way up the food chain,
see who everybody's answering to.
All right, let's do our thing.
No, we'll work with Patton.
I need you to do surveillance.
Oh. O-Okay, who am I surveilling?
Someone who's a pro, savvy, and if you're not careful,
you will be spotted.
All right, I'm down. Who is it?
Pride.
Dwayne Pride?
Turns out AAG Barlow
is from New Orleans originally.
Started out at St. Martin's Episcopal,
then, went to boarding school in D.C., then to Harvard, Oxford.
Hold on.
Is his father Frank Dumet?
Yes, but he took his mother's maiden name
once Dumet went to prison for corruption.
Now I know why he seemed so familiar.
You know Barlow?
Of him.
His father and my father used to run this city back in the day.
Looks like Dumet was grooming his son to do the same.
Huh.
The prodigal son returning home.
No wonder he wants me sidelined.
Which is exactly where you should stay,
as far as I'm concerned.
That's both my professional and my personal opinion.
Going up against Barlow is like David going up against Goliath.
Didn't David win?
My point is that...
I know what your point is, Newman.
My point is,
if I don't stop him, who will?
But you don't even know what you're trying to stop him from.
Well, that's what my team's for.
Your team? But I thought you said you weren't willing
to risk putting your agents...
Not that team, my other team.
You got to be pretty desperate if you called me, Dwayne.
Hey.
But your buddy Kane, here, filled us in.
It's Crane.
It's Oliver Crane.
After printing all that bull about Pride,
you're lucky it's not Oliver Twist.
I don't even know what that even means.
It means you're lucky you're not breathing out of a tube.
You started this mess.
I was used.
You were played.
You're an idiot.
I like her.
Where'd you find her?
Triple Frontier.
- Long story. - Whoa.
Elvis Bertrand.
Sydney Halliday, Oliver Crane.
This is Fred Newman, he's my attorney.
Sorry, but I'm a little confused.
How exactly are they gonna help us with Barlow?
By hook or by crook.
Take a load off, let's get started.
Do they have any idea how dangerous he is?
Yeah, well, Barlow is very dangerous.
If I'm right, he's already had people killed,
which means you need to know
that he will not hesitate
to kill again if he has to.
Doesn't matter.
He used me to burn you.
I'm here to return the favor.
This sounds like one of those deep state
conspiracy deals, which is great,
because that's what I live for.
And I guess I've sort of made
a habit lately
of saving Pride's butt,
ever since he saved mine.
Is that like one of those
Native American life debt deals?
Guess you've still got friends in this town after all.
Don't forget about me.
Thank you for calling.
Thought you could use some moral support.
Hold on, here. Loretta...
Ah, ah, ah, don't even try, Dwayne.
After all, I've got a financial stake
in your well-being,
remember?
It's my bail money.
So,
where do we set up?
? I've been waiting in vain ?
? For this station... ?
Been using the upstairs for storage
since I bought the bar.
All right, we can just push everything to the sides.
We got, uh, plenty of tables, lots of chairs.
The bathroom door's right back there, against that wall.
It's kind of stuffy, you mind if I open the balcony door?
No, no, go ahead.
They just haven't been opened in years, though.
So what's the plan? Plan is,
we know that all roads lead to Barlow
and the law firm,
so we learn everything we can about both,
figure out why they want me out of the way so bad.
I'm gonna hack into their central server,
and get all information I can on you and the NCIS leak.
And the offshore accounts
that they used to pay Burris to set up the bots.
Primanalytica, key that in, too.
Bots?
These guys got bots?
Man, they mean business.
Still, whatever you do,
you can't leave any digital trace.
If the U.S. attorney's office finds out
that Dwayne is behind it, revoking bail
will be the least of his problems.
Might have to breach that law firm
physically, instead.
Can you pull up any blueprints, schematics?
Ask, and you shall receive.
Crane.
- Yeah. - I need you to deep-dive Barlow.
I mean, he's awfully cocky,
but I can't believe he doesn't have a weakness.
- Okay. Yeah, let's get to work, man. - All right.
I don't like it either, Sebastian.
Just stay put, and holler at me if they make a move.
Pride's working with Elvis?
Not only Elvis, but also
his lawyer and that Oliver Crane dude,
Sydney, and Miss Loretta's even helping King.
- Helping him with what? - Getting into a whole bunch of trouble
if we don't figure this out first.
- Got anything on Amelia Parsons? - Yeah.
I cross-checked every alphabet database-- Interpol, too.
She's like the female Jason Bourne,
complete with m-multiple IDs and passports.
More than that, she's been a person of interest
in several high-profile FBI cases over the last few years.
She's like Teflon, nothing sticks.
Got friends in high places like Burris had?
Ha. Way up, all the way up to Associate Attorney General
Eric Barlow.
Small world, too. Barlow's father
was a founding partner at-- wait for it--
Connor and Hughes.
Even has an office there still.
Means Amelia could lead us to Barlow
if we can get some incriminating evidence against her.
Yeah, then, hopefully, we can bust
the conspiracy and clear King.
Hey, any chance you can hack into her computer at the firm?
I've been trying.
I've been working on breaking through her firewalls
using proxy sites and passive attacks.
This girl knows how to protect herself.
But every program has a backdoor,
and Crack-a-Hack is about to kick it in.
Whoa, hold up.
I'm not the only one trying.
What do you mean?
- What's going on? - What's going on
is someone hijacked my idea.
- And they're blocking me. - How?
What are you talking about?
Narrow bandwidth,
there's only room for one of us.
And the only other person I know who knows how to do this
is Elvis.
Elvis?
Wait, but if he's
helping Pride... - That means Pride
is probably about to make his move.
Hold on.
Sebastian, what are you doing here?
Probably about to make you really mad.
Where are you guys going?
None of your business. Let's go.
Well, actually, I'm under strict orders
to not let you leave.
Sebastian, listen to me.
Sorry, King. You need to get...
But he listens to me now.
Not my choice. HQ says.
Christopher, what is going on?
We can't let you do whatever it is you're about to do.
Otherwise, we're gonna have to arrest you.
What she said.
You were surveilling me?
Now, just hold on, before you go and get
all upset. He already is, look at him.
I thought I made it perfectly clear.
I didn't want you...
Involved, we know.
Doc told us, but too bad.
We care, so get over it.
Whoa, I forgot how spunky you were.
- Do you guys know each other? - Look, in the interest of time,
which, I'm gathering, we don't have much of,
can we just dispense with the bravado back and forth,
and, perhaps, combine forces?
- Loretta. - No, Dwayne, no.
I know you don't want anybody else to get in trouble,
but I'm watching you waste your precious time trying to convince
these people not to help.
So...
...let them.
Do I have a choice?
No.
All right, sit down.
I'll tell you what we know so far,
or at least, what we suspect.
Associate Attorney General Barlow...
Is probably the D.C. powerbroker that's been gunning for you.
- How do you know that? - Because the facilitator
of the whole deal does his dirty work for him.
Amelia Parsons.
Wait, you know about Amelia?
He knows about her; he's been trying to block me
from getting her server the whole time.
That was you, Patton?
Oh, my gosh, great work
h-hacking into that puppy.
But I thought you said you couldn't
get past her last firewall?
I couldn't, I've never seen anything like it, either.
Which is why we were about to go break into her office instead.
Well, yeah, I hope you guys are prepared
to break into an air gap room.
An air gap, what-- you mean, like, a Faraday cage?
Whatever it's called, it's apparently the reason
why you guys couldn't break
into Amelia's computer.
At least from the outside, anyway.
She has all the content digitally protected.
The only way to access it
is to disable the air gap
inside, first.
Must be some pretty juicy stuff
in there, Dwayne, to go to this extreme.
Could be the whole conspiracy.
We could take down the whole house of cards.
And maybe Barlow, too.
Might be the only way to exonerate you, Dwayne.
Look, all I care about is finding out
why he's gone through all of this
and stopping whatever he's planned.
Sounds like breaking into the law firm
might be the only way to do it.
Not gonna be easy, though.
No doubt that building
is covered in armed guards and security cameras.
Means you can't do it alone.
Yeah, she means without us.
Let's figure out a way to kick some ass.
- Yes! - Come on!
Yeah!
Who's with me?
Everything looks pretty normal, at least on the outside.
The law firm is on the top floor,
so pretty sure their guards
keep a low profile unless they're needed.
You got that right.
Now, all the security cameras
are running through a high-tech command center,
just like in a casino.
I can override them to an extent,
but guns'll come flying out if anything looks hinky,
believe me.
Look, let's just hope that they get in,
get what Amelia's got and get out
before setting off alarms.
What are the chances of that?
We're about to find out.
Here come Pride and Newman.
Crane just texted.
Said he found more dirt on Barlow.
Says you're not gonna like it.
What more is there not to like?
Looks like Barlow is the one that spearheaded
that shipyard the Navy nearly built last year,
until you stopped it.
Explains why he's got it out for me.
Wonder what he's gonna do this time.
Hey, relax.
All we're doing is going there to talk to him.
Still, what if he gets suspicious?
What if he figures out we're just trying to keep him
away from Amelia's office?
I can take the meeting alone.
No. No, you're right.
I need to do this for me, too.
Yeah. Come on.
Ah, very kind.
Hurry. You've got 40 flights to climb.
Right. How about you climb the stairs
and we take the elevator?
Come on, let's go.
Connor and Hughes, how may I direct your call?
Please hold.
May I help you?
Uh, Dwayne Pride and Fred Newman to see Mr. Barlow, please.
I'm sorry. Is Mr. Barlow expecting you?
No. Just tell him it's Dwayne Pride.
He'll definitely want to see us.
Excuse me.
I'm here for the paralegal position.
Uh, up the stairs to the left.
Thank you.
Ooh. I'm late.
Hurry.
Easy for you to say.
- I'm having a fricki'ng heart attack. - Go, go, go.
I thought I made it clear the deal was a one-time-only offer.
You want us to leave?
What Agent Pride means is that
we'd like to discuss your proposal
in more detail, Mr. Barlow.
Here we go.
Miss Loretta's in.
We're on the clock, Lasalle.
Excuse me, is this Recruiting?
Um...
I'm sorry. I seem to be lost. I'm here for the paralegal job.
You're in the wrong place. Recruiting's upstairs.
- It is? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, my. I swore the nice lady said downstairs.
I'm sorry. I'm a bit turned around.
Um... would you mind
showing me where it is?
I, um, I just don't want to be late.
Sure.
This way.
Thank you so much.
And we're in, Patton.
Don't let Amelia come back until we're done.
Bingo. Guard the door.
I got to disable the Faraday cage.
Okay...
Cool. I'm in. I'm downloading files.
I'll have this in no time.
You better,
because we got two minutes tops before all hell breaks loose.
You got to hurry up, 'cause Amelia's leaving Wade
and heading back down to you.
Lasalle, text Pride.
I'm sorry. I-I don't understand what you're saying.
Do you want the deal or don't you?
- Well... - Actually, more I think about it,
the less I think I need it now.
I think we're done.
Done? What do you mean?
What the hell is going on?
Wow. You really think you're something, don't you?
The great Dwayne Pride,
New Orleans' favorite son,
talk of the town.
Although not in a good way anymore, hmm?
Excuse us.
What do you want, Barlow?
I want to know why you really came here,
because it wasn't to make a deal.
Excuse us.
Get out of there. She's on her way.
The files are still transferring.
Just pull it out.
I can't. It'll corrupt the files.
Well, it's better than getting killed.
I thought you said you could do this.
It's not an exact science.
Oh, cool. I got it.
Let's jam.
Stop.
Dare I say that went rather well.
Crap.
Elvis and Sydney make it out yet?
There. There they are.
Let's get out of here.
My God. Quick. Come on.
Keep going. Go, go. Come on, just go!
Go, go!
Come on, Patton. Start the van.
Let's go. Go, go, go.
Oh.
This is bad. This is really bad.
They weren't suppose to see us.
Newman...
just relax. Okay?
Is it okay?
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Hey. Hey
I need you to figure out
what's on Amelia's files fast.
Okay.
They're probably encrypted.
- Oh, they're definitely encrypted. - Yeah.
I'm counting on you Elvis. Alright, go. Go.
I'll cordinate with Patton.
In a minute, Barlow will turn over
the security camera footage to the authorities,
which means that in less than a minute,
the FBI will be here to arrest you again.
Can't he say he was just having a meeting with Barlow?
No. Won't take them long to attach me to what everybody did.
Breaking and entering, contempt of court...
Retaliation against an officer of the court,
obstruction of justice.
Barlow will throw away the key.
Why Patton's working on erasing the footage as we speak.
Well, what if he can't?
Dwayne, listen to me.
This is serious.
They are coming for you
and there's nothing I can do to stop them.
You can stall them, can't you?
- Sorry? - Wow them with legalese.
Be the lawyer you used to be,
the one you still can be.
This is your chance.
Just buy us enough time to get Barlow's plan.
It still won't hold up in court.
It was stolen.
Fruit of the poison tree.
Newman, it doesn't have to hold up in court to stop him.
We just need to get them into the court of public opinion
and let the media do the rest.
It worked against me, didn't it?
- Eh. - As soon as Elvis
decrypts the files,
we'll send them to Crane to publish.
Shouldn't take the authorities long to investigate.
Sydney, stay with Newman.
Help him out.
I'm gonna go help Elvis.
This is crazy.
Every single time I get past one of their firewalls...
Another one pops up, I know.
I can't hold an image long enough to erase anything.
Intrusion detection system?
Got to be, but mutating firewalls?
That's about as sophisticated as it gets.
Yeah, well, Barlow obviously has a lot to protect,
and they got to know what we're trying to do.
Got to do it, too, 'cause otherwise,
Pride is dust and Lasalle is in charge permanently.
Oh, man, now you're really scaring me.
- What's going on? - Uh, no-- I'm joking.
Joking about what?
Never mind, you guys erase the footage yet?
- Still trying. - Well, we're running out of time.
Just got an earful from the Deputy Director,
who got an earful from the AAG.
Barlow's filed a complaint against Pride.
Guys, FBI's on their way to Pride's bar to arrest him.
Thanks, Chris.
That's why I didn't want you guys getting directly involved.
The FBI can't pin anything on you,
so don't give them a reason to,
no matter what happens to me, understood?
FBI's on their way. Any luck?
I wish I had better news for you, pal, but I don't.
Can't say as I'm surprised
based on who we're going up against here.
It's gonna take some time to decrypt these files.
He doesn't have time.
They're here, and Amelia's with them.
Whatev... forget it and get out of here.
- No way. - I mean it, Elvis.
They're not gonna stop with me and you know it.
If they have me on tape, they got you, too.
Damn it, Dwayne, I'm not gonna run, okay?
Not from this, not from what
Barlow's trying to do you,
so let me finish my work.
Please.
Time to nut up, Newman.
Assistant U.S. Attorney Jackson,
and I have an arrest warrant for Dwayne Pride. Where is he?
I'd like to see the warrant first, please.
And you are?
Fred Newman, Esquire.
I'm Mr. Pride's personal attorney.
And he's part of the break-in, too. We've got him on tape.
I was merely accompanying my client to a meeting
with the Associate Attorney General.
Then how come you're with her?
She broke into my office and stole sensitive files.
The warrant, please?
You and me have got some unfinished business.
Looking forward to it.
Got it.
Mm. Felony warrant's not signed,
makes it invalid.
Let me see.
That's a minor technicality.
The warrant's based on irrefutable evidence.
Yeah? Let's see it.
I don't understand. What happened?
You saw it, we had it.
They must've erased it somehow.
Whoa! Talk about conspiracy theories.
What I mean to say is,
prove it.
Hmm.
Pride's still free.
That's okay.
Still, he's got the files. It's only a matter of time
before he pieces it all together.
I'm aware.
So what do we do?
Eliminate some of the pieces.
Hey, Pride!
What?
Nothing. It's just...
despite it all, you seem so... calm.
Well, been through worse.
Really?
I'm not so sure.
Dwayne, you amaze me.
You're still trying to save the city
even though they turned the city against you.
Guess I'm just a glutton for punishment.
I don't know, Loretta.
It's not like I'm trying to prove anything to anybody.
I'm just... trying to do what's right.
Yeah.
Even though it bites me in the ass sometimes.
It's who I am.
Besides, born and raised here, what else am I gonna do?
I... I love this city.
Feel like I owe it.
Hey, Dwayne, I got something.
What is it?
Still working on decrypting the rest,
but this looks like a list.
I got names and profiles and itineraries.
Yeah, surveillance and route maps.
Looks like they're being cased.
Is it a hit list?
- Can you get me any names? - Yeah, let's see, here.
Well, you're on it, natch.
I can't-- Can you make out that name? It's funky.
Mayor Taylor's on it.
That's Max Burris.
Captain Estes.
Hey, that's dated tonight.
Should've known
you'd find a way to dodge
that arrest warrant, Dwayne.
Carl, where are you?
Me? Just getting in my car to head home.
Okay, listen, Carl.
What's the problem?
Listen to me, it's important.
You're in danger.
You got to get back inside. They're after you.
Carl? Carl, are you there? C...
Can you...
Can you hear me, Carl?
Can't believe he's gone, King.
We're gonna get the people who did this, Christopher,
I promise.
No doubt.
Hold up. How'd you know? Who called you?
Nobody called. I knew.
Elvis found a hit list in Amelia's files.
Carl was on it.
Dwayne.
Does his wife know?
Not yet.
I was just about to...
go over to the house, and, uh...
I don't want her to hear about it from anyone else.
Thank you.
Chris, you know Deputy Chief Gossett.
Yeah, 'course. Sorry for your loss, Chief.
I appreciate that.
I'm almost afraid to ask this.
This have anything to do with NCIS?
I'm afraid so.
But, honestly, Cedric,
the less you know, the better.
What're you talking about?
If you know who killed Carl...
I don't, not for sure.
But if I'm right, he's as powerful as they get
and I don't want something
like this to happen to you.
I'm not just gonna let this go, Dwayne.
- I'm gonna find the bastard who did this... - Oh-- I-- Okay, I-I get it.
Okay, I just want you to be careful.
Last thing Carl...
The last thing that Carl would want
would be if anything would happen to you.
I'd better go tell June.
Barlow's gonna pay for this, Chris.
Yeah, still, I don't know what killing Estes
has anything to do with...
Yeah, well, I don't either,
but we better find out before anybody else gets killed,
starting with Mayor Taylor.
Wait, the mayor was on the list?
I-It's okay. I got NOPD doubling up on protection.
Well, who else?
Elvis was still working on decrypting other names.
I got to tell him and the others
to get away from here till it's over.
It's not s... It's just too dangerous.
Max Burris was on the list, too.
That means we got to, we got to move him...
Wait a second.
to a safe house. - King, you didn't hear?
What?
Officer found Max Burris in his cell,
hanging from a sheet.
Pride, should you be here?
Doesn't matter, all bets are off now.
Elvis, what're you doing here?
Needed help decrypting the rest of the files,
and we're making great progress, too.
- Meaning what? - Meaning we just hit
the mother lode, that's what.
We done unlocked the whole kit and caboodle.
Well, not all of it.
But enough to know what it looks like Barlow's targeting.
What?
You're not gonna believe this.
Wait.
- The Navy? - Yeah, not just our navy.
Apparently, he's targeting the British
and Canadian navies, too.
All right, but how and why?
I don't know how, don't know why, just where.
All those ships, they're coming up the Mississippi tomorrow
for Fleet Week.
To celebrate the city's tricentennial,
the biggest event of the year.
You know, I've moved a lot of hardware for a lot of folks.
But these? I'm just not trying to get jammed up with anything.
That's what the money's for.
This cargo's been making me nervous
ever since I loaded it.
Yeah. We good.
The keys?
To the truck?
Mm-hmm.
How am I supposed to get out of here?
You're not.
Grab the keys, move the body.
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Dropped Newman off at his cousin's in Mississippi.
Should be safe until this blows over.
Finally convinced Elvis to get off the grid, too.
Figured, since Estes was killed, he'd be a little more motivated;
I had to personally threaten him
with federal arrest to get him to leave.
Crane's in D.C., still running background on Barlow,
generally out of harm's way. That leaves Sydney.
I haven't been able to reach her. Anyone else?
We've been going through the data
from Amelia's hard drive.
Yeah, classified documents covering every detail
of the Tricentennial Fleet Week.
Thousands of sailors, hundreds of VIPs,
dozens of major events.
I'm decrypting files. Yeah.
And we're no closer to figuring out
who or what Barlow's targeting.
Eric Barlow's from one of the most
powerful families in New Orleans.
He's the number three man at Justice.
If he's after the Navy, you got to know
there's a huge upside for him.
How does he benefit from an attack?
Still working on that answer.
- Yeah. - King.
What's all this?
Oh, personal items.
I'm banned from NCIS.
Not sure when I'll be back.
Well, I mean, we just broke into Connor and Hughes
to steal all this data, I don't think you have to worry
about the fine print of your suspension...
I broke into Connor and Hughes.
Four of you had nothing to do with it.
All evidence to the contrary.
That's my point.
All these files, they're not admissible as evidence.
Which means you can never explain how you got them.
Use them to figure out Barlow's next move.
Figure out another way to take him down.
After we warn
the Navy about the threat.
You can't alert them.
I already lost my badge.
I need the team intact,
working this case officially.
Hey, well, someone's got to alert the Navy.
Yep, me.
Hold on, you just said that... Look.
I got nothing to lose. I'm indicted.
I'm facing years in prison.
And I'm the lucky one.
Estes was murdered in cold blood
for far less than we've done already.
Find out where this attack
is taking place, and stop it.
All right, well, you heard the man.
Keep digging into that data,
and see if we can narrow down the target.
Pride's right, we need a clean case on Barlow.
He lasted this long without getting his hands dirty.
Can't say the same for Amelia.
She's got her fingers in every move he makes.
She's still at it.
Sydney just sent me this.
Who's he?
She said he's some kind of gunrunner.
Sydney said Amelia shot him at the Carville Salvage yard,
took his truck-- she's following him.
Well, tell her to stop.
I'm on it.
Okay, new plan.
Sebastian, we got a crime scene.
Patton, Gregorio,
find out where the hell Amelia and Sydney are.
Let's roll.
Mayor Taylor, we've got street closures along the riverfront.
200 extra officers
from multiple jurisdictions for added crowd control.
Coast Guard patrols will run on an extended schedule
through the week. And our force protection protocols are in effect.
We can all agree that safety is of the utmost concern,
but let's not forget, this is a celebration.
New Orleans is 300 years old.
We need to honor that.
Mayor Taylor!
I need to speak to you.
Dwayne, what are you doing?
Please, it's important.
Let him go, let him go.
Listen, we... we have reason to believe
that there's gonna be an attack.
It's imminent.
What can you tell us?
Not much, just that it's gonna happen here at Fleet Week.
You have actionable evidence?
Eh, it's complicated.
You either have the evidence, or you don't.
It couldn't be less complicated.
All I can say is
that the suspects accessed classified documents:
ship blueprints, itineraries,
threat assessments,
your whole playbook.
You're Dwayne Pride, right?
That NCIS agent I keep reading about?
I know I don't seem like the most reliable source these days,
but I'm telling you the truth.
You're not telling us anything.
Not where, not what,
not even how you came to this conclusion.
What can you say, Dwayne?
Who's responsible?
He's gonna tell you that it's me.
Or did I spoil your punch line?
The associate attorney general of the United States
staging a terrorist attack?
- Listen to... - Not just me.
It's-it's a conspiracy, right?
I mean, I set you up.
Opened an investigation into viable claims
of abuse of power, held you accountable.
Am I missing anything?
You also had Carl Estes killed.
Dwayne. You...
are a paranoid and desperate man.
And if you don't leave immediately,
I'm gonna have you arrested.
Again.
The rest of us have a meeting to get to.
What the hell, Dwayne?
You need to take this seriously, Zahra.
You need to get out of here, now.
Cedric, I'm telling you.
Come on.
Christopher?
How'd it go, King?
Well, I'm not in cuffs, that's a win.
Barlow's here.
Made me out as a lunatic.
We're gonna need hard evidence if we're gonna
convince anyone that he's responsible.
Well, we might have something.
Body of gunrunner named John Fitzpatrick.
Yeah, operated out of El Paso.
Supplied hard to come by merchandise to local gangs.
Yeah, think he was doing likewise here, King.
What kind of merchandise?
Don't know, but Amelia and her man Lonzo
took possession of it,
killed Fitzpatrick for his trouble.
How do you know that?
Uh, Sydney witnessed it.
She took photos, sent them back to NCIS.
She's, uh,
she's tailing Amelia right now.
What is she doing?
Sydney's supposed to be gone.
Well, we'd remind her of that,
but she has switched off her phone.
Find her, Christopher, and Amelia.
If this murder is connected to Barlow's plan,
we have a chance to stop him.
Crap.
Who the hell is this?
Gregorio. You want to tell me what the hell is going on?
My phone was off, how'd you even get...
Patton hacked it and turned it on.
Wow, you people really are intrusive.
We're not the ones playing cowboys and Indians
with Barlow's button woman; this isn't your fight.
Hell it's not.
Plus, if I wasn't keeping an eye on Amelia,
you wouldn't know where she is.
We tracked your GPS, we know exactly where she is.
The London Lodge Motel.
You can go home now, let the pros handle this.
It's time. Move, I'll be right behind you.
I got to go.
They're on the move.
I'll get Amelia to talk.
Just hold tight, I'll be there in a few minutes.
Sydney.
Sydney!
Damn it.
Don't.
You really are annoying.
And you really are gonna put those hard drives on the ground.
Doesn't matter, you're too late.
Can't stop what's about to happen.
Just put the hard drives down.
Of course.
You okay?
Yeah, better than her.
How's this one, Doc?
This one
is doing great. - Well, if by "great,"
you mean two cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder
and a hairline skull fracture, then, yeah, she's great.
I'm healthier than most of the patients you see.
Yeah, mouthier, too.
You should be at a hospital.
No, I just need an aspirin.
Then I need to get back out and get those suspects.
Not going anywhere, Halliday.
I just spent a half an hour convincing the NOPD
not to arrest you for aggravated assault.
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have Amelia.
If it wasn't for you, she'd be able to answer our questions.
Instead, she's at the Mercy Hospital
in an induced coma.
She did try to kill me. Because you attempted
to take her down alone.
- Still don't know why. - Dwayne Pride stood by me
when everyone, including you, had written me off
as a traitor and a killer.
I owe him, simple as that.
I'm touched, really.
But we're a team here.
We work together, or else we don't work at all,
simple as that.
I could've handled it better.
But you have the evidence from the motel.
That's got to mean something.
Sebastian pulled some tire marks
and the hard drive Amelia tried to destroy.
It was damaged, but he's doing what he can.
At least we know Lonzo's in the city with some kind of weapon.
Yeah, but that means
the attack's gonna happen soon. - We don't even know
what the target is or why Barlow planned all this
in the first place.
We got to keep plugging away until we do.
All right, track the van down, find more evidence,
and stop the attack. All right.
And, look, no more grand gestures, okay?
Everything we do is by the book from now on.
Okay.
Special Agent Lasalle, someone's here for you.
I'm Lasalle.
Special Agent Silvera, IRS. We need to talk.
If this is about a joint case with NCIS...
This is about a major tax fraud
perpetrated by your family's oil company.
That's got to be Barlow trying to distract us again.
I don't know what that means, but I've contacted
NCIS Headquarters. They're aware you're coming with me
and it's not up for debate.
This is the part when we leave.
Please.
It's okay, all right? I'll sort this out.
You're in charge. Find those suspects.
We can't just sit back and keep letting Barlow do...
There's no "we" here, Sydney. You're riding the bench.
She's right.
Barlow keeps chipping away at the team. You need Dwayne.
He got away with warning the Navy about the attack.
How are we gonna get him back in the game?
I may have an idea.
The place gets amazing light.
It's kind of perfect for presenting evidence,
even though I have absolutely no idea
why Doc Wade is having me do it
in a room above a bar, or who it's for.
Yeah, Loretta didn't tell you either, huh?
No. Hey, do you think I got time to pee?
Public speaking kind of makes me nervous.
I'm the same way, Sebastian.
And considering my full schedule of events, I don't know
if I should be relieved that I've been summoned,
or put out.
Loretta called you, too? And despite the fact
that I shouldn't be within 200 yards of you,
Dwayne, we came. Want to say why?
Guessin' she wants us to talk.
We're taking your warning as seriously as we can
considering there are no specifics.
There's more to share now.
Loretta, you told me
I had to come. That it was life and death.
- It is. - And that Dwayne wouldn't be here.
Okay, well, that part was a lie.
But, uh, look, sandwiches.
More interested in evidence
proving that Barlow is a criminal mastermind.
We don't have anything admissible yet.
But we can start filling in the blanks
on the suspects that are working for him.
Amelia Parsons-- she's employed
by Connor and Hughes as a consultant,
which in this instance translates to hired gun.
This is the woman who your Green Beret friend
put in the hospital?
Well, technically, ex-Green Beret, and she...
totally wasn't supposed to kick her ass that bad,
but that was...
She did help us track down this man,
Lonzo Cortez, another hired gun.
He and Amelia were part
of an arms deal this morning that left the dealer dead
and the weapons missing.
What kind of weapons?
Well, suspects have four duffel bags.
We don't know what's inside them,
but I did find traces of aluminum paste
and ammonium nitrate at both crime scenes.
Now that's a-a mixture commonly used for the propulsion
of rocket-propelled grenades.
These guys have rockets?
Any idea where they're using them?
No, they're driving around in a van with no plates.
Uh, we did retrieve
some damaged hard drives here. We-we couldn't pull much data,
apart from some forged document templates.
Boat slip permits, TWIC cards.
Attack's coming from the river, soon.
Unless we work together to stop it.
Patton is searching a citywide grid
of surveillance cameras for the van,
but, man, it's a lot of ground to cover.
I'll put BOLOs out for the van and Lonzo Cortez.
And I will personally coordinate a search of the river.
Anything you need to stop these men.
What I need is to be out there, too.
Navy and DOJ made it clear you're persona non grata.
Because Eric Barlow bent over backwards to set him up.
There's a reason he doesn't want me
on the street.
Still don't know what it is, but it cost Carl Estes his life.
And that's reason enough
for me to want to get back out there.
He's right.
We need him on this one.
You'll ride with me, Pride.
It'll be an honor.
I honestly don't know what the problem is.
Have a seat and I'll tell you.
Look, I really don't have time.
Feels like we already had this conversation.
You say you need to leave,
I say you need to stay, rinse, repeat.
Just sit.
Please.
I've been overseeing my father's company for six months.
Didn't get a letter or a phone call
about any tax issues.
This isn't a "send a letter, make a call" kind of situation.
This is a "ten agents working 'round the clock"
kind of situation.
And so...
your chair.
You look me in the eye and tell me Eric Barlow
isn't pulling the strings on this whole deal.
I honestly have no idea who Eric Barlow is.
Now, sit down...
please.
Thinkin' your definition of that word "please"
is different than mine.
Thank you.
Let's start from the beginning.
These are your company's tax returns
from the years 2013 to 2017.
What? Still no answer from Lasalle?
No. And with Pride helping NOPD search for the suspects,
we're all that's left to hold down the fort.
Dynamic duo, back at it. What's she doing?
She is making herself useful.
Yeah, Patton and I are still going through
city traffic cams trying to find the van.
That means there's no one left to go through the rest
of the files that we took from Connor and Hughes.
So you put a civilian on an official NCIS computer
to examine highly sensitive data?
I've still got my top secret clearance.
Oh, in that case,
I guess we're good.
Barlow set Pride up to take the fall.
He's doing the same to Lasalle.
Yeah, well, we have
an active terror threat in the city.
There's absolutely no one that can get Lasalle released?
I've called anyone I can think of who might have pull enough
to get him released-- NCIS Headquarters,
Isler, Rita. No one can help.
- It's crazy. - When the IRS wants you got,
you're got-- that's why I only deal in crypto-currency.
Aren't you supposed to be in D.C. right now
with Rita digging up dirt on Barlow?
Oh, I've been. We've dug. I'm back.
You're not safe here.
Well, I'm an investigative reporter,
so danger is my baseline.
You run a glorified gossip site. Hey.
We're all supposed to be on the same side now, remember?
Don't be hurtful.
Plus, I come bearing gifts.
Everything Eric Barlow doesn't want you to know about him.
Gonna have to wait. I found the van.
But we got a big problem.
I was able to track the van to a security cam near the river.
That's the Patterson Street Mooring Station.
That's a few miles upriver from Fleet Week.
Got there about an hour ago.
You get an image of who's inside?
Yeah. That's where we got a problem.
Oh, my God.
Talked to my Harbor Patrol guy. He can be trusted,
but the less he knows about you, the better.
For his own protection. Yeah.
I'll let you know when you need to board.
Thanks.
What's up, New York?
Hey, uh, we need you alone for what we have to say.
Go ahead.
We just got security footage of the van.
I just texted you a screenshot of the suspect.
You're not gonna like it.
He's not just setting you up for police misconduct.
He's setting me up to take the fall for this attack.
Hang on.
Time stamp shows this image was taken an hour ago.
I was nowhere near the river.
Barlow's people were able to hack into the security cam
and doctor the footage.
Yeah, it's called Deepfake.
It uses artificial intelligence
to replace one person's face with another.
It's almost impossible to detect anything's been manipulated.
- You're gonna have to try. - I'm working on
reverse-engineering it, but it'll take a while.
Until then, we need you back at NCIS.
Well, I'm not gonna hide while the real suspect's
on the water with those RPGs.
Pride, we're the only ones
who have this footage right now, if any other agency gets it,
it's just... - Yeah, the target on my back gets bigger.
I understand the stakes.
It's not stopping you, though, is it?
Keep working. Learn more.
Keep my head down best as I can.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just my team.
Suspect's already on the river.
Then let's go find him.
I don't like it one bit.
- Pride's a sitting duck out there. - I don't like it either, Sebastian.
But Pride's gonna do Pride, but we need more evidence
to shut Barlow down. Then I'm the guy
that's gonna make your dreams come true,
'cause I got Barlow in my crosshairs.
I have something so salacious, it's gonna take him right to his knees.
- Enough with the sales pitch, Crane. Spill. - Okay.
So, St. Claude's Academy,
Manchester, New Hampshire.
One of the oldest boarding schools in the country.
And it was almost taken down
by a massive cheating scandal.
Cheating high school students? That's what you got?
Well, not just high school students.
Sons of some of the most prominent families.
Four of the top five highest achieving seniors
in Barlow's class were expelled for turning in
plagiarized term papers and cheating on final exams.
That's not salacious; that's not even, like, naughty.
Yeah, except the scandal was a setup.
Those boys were framed, just like Pride.
Why would Barlow do that? Because he was the fifth
highest achieving student
until all of his competition was removed.
It's like the fireman who sets the fire
to heroically put out the flames, take the credit.
Yeah, and it's not the only time it's happened.
He made Law Review, he clerked for the Supreme Court.
He was appointed number three spot at Justice,
all on the backs of his rivals.
Barlow's setting up the attack on Fleet Week
because he wants to be the one to help stop it.
Yeah, he's gonna get national exposure--
any opportunity he wants, like, oh, I don't know,
for instance, governor of Louisiana.
It's a good theory but we still don't know
where this attack is gonna be.
Actually, I might.
I've been sorting through the data Amelia had on Fleet Week
and realized it's a waste of time.
Or it's called police work.
I started thinking strategically.
If the suspects are gonna risk attacking Fleet Week,
they want the most bang for their buck.
Yeah, something high-profile, chock-full of VIPs.
There's a reception today on the deck
of the USS Kearsarge.
Official commemoration of the New Orleans Tricentennial.
Hottest ticket in town.
Admirals, generals, politicians, foreign dignitaries,
it's a turkey shoot.
Wade's gonna be there, too.
She's gonna be with Mayor Taylor
when she presents the key to the city
to the Navy and the Marine Corps.
When's this reception start?
20 minutes ago.
This is all a setup.
Here we go again. Eric Barlow
is trying to distract every member of my team.
Because of some massive conspiracy.
Yes, you've said.
Multiple times.
Look into it.
This case was referred to you.
Maybe not by Eric Barlow himself,
but someone at Justice
put these wheels in motion.
You want facts?
I was told to pursue Lasalle Enterprises. Fact.
And there was something to pursue.
Another fact?
You have to take it seriously.
And that means not checking your cell phone every five minutes.
Look, I am taking it seriously.
And I've heard you out.
Now I need to go. My team needs me.
This is not a problem that goes away.
No matter what crisis you're rushing to,
if you don't pay attention
to the one that's right in front of you,
your family business goes down.
And you go down with it.
Got a report from the Coast Guard.
Unidentified speedboat a few miles downriver
moving in the direction of the Kearsarge.
That could be Lonzo.
We should check it out, yeah?
Let's say we do not intercept this boat.
The Navy and the Coast Guard are prepared for this scenario.
They have a security zone. Any vessel that gets inside
will be detained or just simply blown out of the water.
The RPGs he's carrying have long-range warheads.
Even if he fired one from outside the zone,
it could cause massive damage.
And if we do find him first,
he could use those rockets on us.
I'd say it's a strong possibility.
Hey, Lasalle!
Finally convinced that IRS agent to release you?
I don't think she sees it that way.
Get yourself in more trouble?
Well, that doesn't matter. We got to warn the Navy
that Kearsarge is the target.
Won't be easy
after Pride confronted them this morning.
All right, you need to look for Captain Deckard. He's in charge.
I'll look for Mayor Taylor.
You got it.
I know I'm not on the guest list, but this is urgent.
I'm looking for Mayor Taylor. Sure, let me check that for you.
Mayor isn't here yet.
Guest of honor, after all, has to make an entrance,
but she should be here soon.
Gives us a chance to chat.
I'd like to pick your brain.
You're Dwayne Pride's man, right?
He already warned us of the threat.
I've got new information. This ship is the target.
The Kearsarge is the most secure spot
in the Southern United States right now.
It doesn't change the fact that there's at least
one suspect out there with long-range rockets
heading this way.
We did get a report from NOPD
of an unauthorized boat in the area.
Yeah, the threat is very real.
All right? We need to act now.
Well,
then you're gonna need to be more open with me
than your boss was.
How the hell do you know all this?
Security alert from NOPD.
Suspect van was flagged gaining access
to the river two hours ago.
We got photos.
I need to explain what you're about to see.
This photo speaks for itself, Special Agent Lasalle.
That's Dwayne Pride.
Photo's doctored.
I know it, Dwayne.
Problem is, no one else will.
Every law enforcement agency
has instructions to take you down, dead or alive.
Considering they think I'm about to blow a hole in a Navy ship.
My guy got word that the speedboat we're looking for
is heading straight for the Kearsarge.
We're on our way.
We'll clear your name.
Doesn't make sense, Cedric.
Barlow put a lot of effort into framing me.
How do I take the fall
if I'm on a Harbor Patrol boat?
Well, maybe he figures
in the confusion of the attack...
No, no, he wouldn't leave it to chance.
For his plan to work, I got to be found with those RPGs.
He could've anticipated you'd be with me.
We're heading straight for the Kearsarge,
right at the moment the attack's supposed to take place.
Like you said, the only way to stop it.
There is no speedboat, is there?
Nope.
The RPGs?
They're in the cabinet behind you.
Cedric.
Estes always said you were too clever.
Doesn't matter now.
Don't try to answer your phone, Dwayne.
And don't even think about reaching for your weapon.
We still need you alive...
for at least a little bit longer.
Gonna keep this real simple.
You get on your knees.
We get closer to the riverbank...
I'll end this.
Why the hell are you doing this?
You've served the city of New Orleans
for 20 years.
And I'll keep serving,
doing what's right for the city,
including this, no matter the cost.
Killing your own? That's what's right for the city?
You want to make a difference in New Orleans?
You want to bring her back to where she was?
You need strong, dedicated men
making the hard decisions. Eric Barlow?
His family's run this city one way or the other
for a hundred years.
By bribing, killing, blackmailing.
This is a war.
And there are sides.
You picked yours.
And I picked mine.
Lonzo!
To win this war, you're gonna fire a rocket
- at a Navy ship? - No, Dwayne.
You're gonna fire a rocket.
I'm gonna stop you.
Here's his weapon.
What's the plan here?
I'm still being held on a Harbor Patrol boat.
This works...
because you just took my boat hostage
and shot me.
Damn it, that freaking hurts.
All right, get ready. We won't have much time.
This is insanity.
Mayday, Mayday.
This is NOPD Deputy Chief Gossett.
My Harbor Patrol boat, D7-35, has been hijacked
by Dwayne Pride. He's got rockets
and he's heading straight for the Kearsarge.
We need to get all non-military personnel below deck.
- Immediately. Do it fast. But quietly. - Aye, sir.
I got two MSST units geared and ready,
plus a helo with a sniper team lifting off in 90 seconds.
Look, this is a frame job. Let's take a moment here.
Damn it, Agent, there are no more moments.
We have photos of your boss
literally driving a van full of RPGs to the river.
And my team can prove that they are doctored.
Yeah, and the distress call. That doctored, too?
Gossett must be part of the conspiracy.
He's a decorated NOPD commander.
And Dwayne Pride is the only person
who's been trying to stop this attack from the beginning.
He's saved the city, the mayor, multiple times.
It has to earn some good faith.
Despite your belief in Dwayne Pride,
I have to assume this is exactly what it seems.
Got to cover that patrol boat fast.
Take it out, take it down
the minute it's in range. I'm on it, Captain.
Let's roll. Aye, sir.
All passengers, please clear the flight deck.
Say what you want
about the military,
they certainly know how to keep their heads
during dire situations.
Say the same about you,
but you know exactly what's about to happen.
You impress me, Special Agent Gregorio.
Smart, ambitious...
You know you're going down tonight, right?
Ballsy, too.
If there's any criticism at all,
it's of your choice of mentors.
That dry drunk Isler.
And Dwayne Pride,
the perpetual martyr. What does that make you?
The winner. Hmm.
This city, the state, they're mine.
And that's just the beginning.
I have to take this call.
Good luck to you though.
Yeah?
Sebastian, something's not right.
Oh, you can single out just one thing?
'Cause where we're sitting,
it's all hitting the fan.
Gossett's in on the conspiracy, okay?
He's claiming that Pride just took him hostage.
Which means the frame job is almost complete.
That's what's bothering me.
Barlow's standing 20 feet from me
at what's supposed to be the ground zero of the attack.
He wouldn't allow himself to be put in harm's way.
What are we missing?
Attack's supposed to fail.
Yeah, but there's got to be some kind of meaningful damage.
Otherwise, Barlow's not making the national news.
All right. Mayor Taylor hasn't arrived yet.
I need to get her on the phone now.
You doing this for money, Cedric?
I'm in this for New Orleans.
You think you're the only one who cares about this city?
Last person who said those exact words
was Hamilton.
You see what happened to him?
He couldn't get the job done.
But you can?
Story's gonna be what?
"Dangerous ex-federal agent
"with an axe to grind hijacks your boat?
Makes a statement by blowing up a Navy ship"?
Except, I'm gonna stop you before too much damage is done.
And then what?
Chief of police?
Dwayne.
I'm aiming much higher.
I'm gonna replace Mayor Taylor.
Replace her?
Motorcade's being stopped, it's time!
What's going on?
Security alert on the Kearsarge, ma'am.
What kind of security alert?
Not sure yet, but we've been told
to hold here until it's clear.
Gregorio.
What is happening?
You and Mayor Taylor are in danger.
We know about the alert, we're not on the Kearsarge.
The Kearsarge isn't the target, Mayor Taylor is.
Get out of there now.
All right. This is it, Dwayne.
Gonna need you on the...
Now, Lonzo!
Stay down, don't move.
Your man just opened fire on the mayor.
She's safe, but he's done.
Look, it's not Pride, all right? It's Deputy Chief Gossett.
- I'm telling you. - Whoever it is better surrender,
or they're gonna get lit up.
MSST is 30 seconds out.
Captain, wait!
Wait, I got proof Pride is innocent.
Look, you're gonna want to see it.
This is the United States Coast Guard, and you are surrounded.
You will lie prone on the ground,
or we will fire. It's over.
Screw you, Dwayne!
You have ten seconds to comply.
You will lie prone on the ground, now!
Move slowly, show your hands.
No, don't do it. Don't do it!
I'm Dwayne Pride!
Both suspects are down.
I'm complying with your instructions.
Hey, Pride, it's okay!
Mayor Taylor?
She's safe.
Nobody's hurt.
Special Agent Lasalle
sends his regards.
All right, let's check for victims.
Set up a triage area.
Let's make sure these people are safe.
Yes, sir. Hey, somebody find the mayor.
The mayor's safe, along with everyone who was with her.
Ride's a little messed up, though.
That's a relief.
Plan failed, Barlow.
Your men are dead, Pride's alive.
He's telling the Coast Guard right now, everything.
He has his version.
I will have mine.
Let's see whose microphone is bigger.
You think you're walking away?
Like I told you, Special Agent Gregorio,
I'm a winner.
Waste of time, shredding those documents.
Already got what we need.
Halliday, right?
Pushing your luck,
breaking into my building twice.
I think you're looking for this.
Pride sent you here to kill me.
Nobody sends me anywhere.
And I'm not a murderer.
That's your thing.
But I do owe Pride my life.
And I'm repaying that debt tonight.
Then you're gonna force a confession?
I can tell you, with great authority, it won't hold up.
You're acting like you've still got moves left to play.
I'm here to let you know the game is over.
You lose.
An Internet article?
An expos�.
On you.
Complete with a link to Amelia's hard drive.
Dropped 20 minutes ago, thanks to Oliver Crane,
and already 50,000 clicks.
You think a smear campaign will save Pride?
The moment Justice realizes he's the source...
But he's not the source.
I am.
And no one will ever talk to me,
'cause I'm disappearing into thin air.
This is not the end.
No.
It's the beginning.
Every nasty detail of every dirty deal you've ever brokered.
And it'll keep leaking.
Drip, drip, drip.
You'll never recover.
We can make a deal.
This is your new reality.
Unless you take charge.
Make a bold choice.
And disappear yourself.
It's up to you.
Give it up for Trombone Sam!
Hey, I told you he'd make it!
All right.
Hey, man, Sebastian gave even odds
that your bail would be revoked.
Hold on, now, that wasn't because of a lack of faith.
That was just my general, uh, neuroses.
All right, well, let me, uh, soothe your soul here,
Sebastian, I'm a free man.
Oh, not just free.
Vindicated. Yeah?
All charges dropped, badge reinstated.
And a special commendation from the City of New Orleans.
Oh, I don't need any commendations.
Anything I did, my team did, as well.
Just glad to have them all.
So is the city.
Wish I could stay, but I do have a ballroom full of VIPs
expecting some TLC, ASAP.
Good night, y'all. Hey, Zahra.
Thank you.
No. Thank you, Pride.
Again.
All right.
- Hey, thank you, let's have a toast. - To what?
Friendship, victory, surviving another case?
Uh-uh, how about to Pride,
moving back to NCIS where he belongs.
Hang on, I don't know about that, P.
I'm glad to have my badge back,
but I'm kind of digging the new venue upstairs.
Thinking maybe with a little effort,
it could become a proper home.
Then, let's drink to that. All right.
Yeah, well, we can all drink
to whatever y'all want to
as soon as I change out of these clothes.
Come on, hurry up. I will.
We're thirsty.
And sober.
Oh, I already started.
Hey. Where you been?
Dealing with a crap storm.
What crap storm, haven't you heard?
Everything is right with the world again.
Maybe in New Orleans, Triple P, but not so much in Alabama.
What, is this about the IRS?
Yeah, Barlow told them to investigate my family business.
But what Silvera found was very real.
Company could be in deep trouble.
Oh, Christopher.
I'll be on the road
first thing in the morning.
Wanted to see Pride before I go.
Don't know how long I'll be gone.
Hey, stick around, he'll be back.
Yeah, and you know, whatever happens, we got your back.
? Out tonight ?
? Somewhere, to marry me ?
? But you can be on your way ?
? And I can be on mine ?
? Just give me back my cardiac ?
? And go on being a... ?
Huh.
There we go.
? Where it at? Where it at? ?
? I just want my heart back ?
? Where it at? Where it at? ?
? Give me my heart back, baby... ?
I know, I know, everyone's waiting, I'm on my way.
Just enjoying the view.
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