NCIS New Orleans (2014) s02e19 Episode Script
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(sirens wailing) Laurel.
Dad.
You okay? You hurt? I'm fine.
I'm just freaked out.
You're safe now, baby girl.
He came out of nowhere.
I didn't even see him until he was on me, and then he grabbed me, and I was just I was so scared, I But you fought.
I think I killed him.
Come here.
They said they had to take swabs from my fingernails.
No, they're just looking for the DNA on the guy who attacked you.
I should have been more careful.
I shouldn't have gone out alone.
No, no, no, no, no.
You are not responsible for this.
Sweetheart, there's no way you could've known.
But that's the thing, I kind of did.
The last few days, I noticed this van on campus near my apartment.
Like, it was following me.
Can you describe it? It was, uh, gold colored.
Old looking, but someone had fixed it up.
Why didn't you tell me about this? If I called you every time I saw something weird on campus Okay, but did you tell the detective? Yeah.
He didn't seem to care.
PRIDE: All right, you stay here.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
NCIS.
Miss Pride didn't tell me she was Navy.
She's my daughter.
Dwayne Pride.
Detective Lamont.
We usually don't get a visit from the parents at a crime scene.
Yeah, well, it's not a visit.
Hoping for a little professional courtesy.
What do you know about him? Reggie Clifton.
Local boy.
Got a record and a reputation.
Harassing women at the university got him banned from the campus.
No surprise he's graduated to assault.
My daughter mentioned she saw a van following her the last few days.
Yeah, she told me.
And? I don't know how you Navy cops work a case, but I do it like I'm walking down the street-- one foot in front of the other.
You feel me? I'll let you get back to work.
So, I found this tire mark in the mud.
It's big enough for a truck or a van.
You, uh, want to tell the detectives about it? Yeah.
But take a photo first, get it to Sebastian.
I know-- not our investigation.
But You think Laurel's right about someone following her? Yeah.
I can't help but feel it's got to do with me.
SEBASTIAN: All right, so, here are the photos that Sonja took of the tire marks.
I scanned it into the computer, then rendered a 3D version of it.
Each tread, ridge and dimple.
So, light truck tires, not uncommon on pickup trucks, but less common on vans.
Which is what Laurel said was following her.
Laurel was being followed? Brody, Lasalle, where were you? Stuck on the Westbank searching for Petty Officer Peal's house again.
Who the hell is Petty Officer Peal? Person of interest in the Belle Chasse break-in we've been working all week.
Those stolen hard drives.
Yeah, and it's the only witness we can't find.
What were you saying about Laurel again? I don't have all the details, but Percy sent Sebastian over some photos of tire tread.
Van that was following Laurel for the last few days.
Yeah, and I've narrowed down the kind of vans that we need to be looking for-- long wheel base, modified full sized I can send all this info over to Baton Rouge PD, and they can search through traffic and security cameras around campus.
Be more efficient if we cut out the middleman.
I can liberate the footage from here.
Yeah, but it's not our case.
Yeah, but it's family.
Let's do it.
LAMONT: Reggie Clifton will not be bothering anybody ever again.
Clifton barely had a mark on him.
Couple of elbows from my daughter doesn't explain his sudden death.
Well, we'll know more once the autopsy's done.
One foot in front of the other, remember? Now, you've never seen Reggie Clifton before? No, sir.
Like I said, not until he grabbed me on the running trail.
But you say he was following you in a van? I said a van's been following me.
The man who attacked me was never in it.
There was someone else? LAMONT: Well, how could you be sure? Now, this specific van with a specific driver that's not Reggie Clifton has been following you for days? I've been staring at this photo while you questioned me.
This wasn't the person in the van.
I've been taught to pay attention to my surroundings, note anything or anyone suspicious.
Well, your father did teach you a lot.
How about, uh get her some mug shots to look at? Try and identify the van driver.
Special Agent Pride, could we chat in the hallway, please? Excuse us.
What are you doing? Trying to get to the bottom of what happened to my daughter.
That's not your job here.
You're not the investigator on the case; you're the dad.
I got a feeling this van following Laurel has something to do with me.
What would it have to do with you? May be one of my old cases; I'm not sure yet.
Look, I'm not trying to step on your toes Well, that's all you're doing.
I don't blame you, but I need you to back off, funny feeling or not.
(phone beeping) All right, you're right.
I'll back off, if you get those mug shots to Laurel so she can look at them.
(sighs) Wait-wait-wait, you don't want to tell Detective Lamont about this? Waste of time.
Might be a dead end.
(sighs) Sonja.
Yeah? (quietly): Flat tire.
I'll open the back.
Yeah.
It's locked.
Bust it.
It's clear.
That's outside NCIS.
My bar.
Laurel's apartment.
No question about it.
Whoever owns this van they're after me.
We found these outside NCIS, the morgue, the bar, and other places you frequent.
Including Laurel's apartment.
Someone is after you.
All of us.
Patton did a sweep of the office, Sebastian swept the morgue-- no cameras or listening devices.
All right? Suspects didn't have access inside.
Well, whoever's been watching us has been doing it for a while.
Laurel's safe now, King.
Yeah, well, she should never have been vulnerable.
They went after her to get to me.
This is our top priority.
Baton Rouge PD sent their evidence.
Weren't too happy about it.
LASALLE: Wade's got the body of the man that attacked Laurel this morning, Reggie Clifton.
Semi-employed short-order cook.
Hobbies include indecent exposure and harassing college students.
It's not exactly the profile of someone operating a van filled with high-tech surveillance equipment.
Laurel saw someone else in the van.
We've compiled an enemies list.
PRIDE: Well, obvious answer-- the Militia.
Anti-military radicals.
Tried to kill me.
Put a bounty on my head.
You put their leader, Zed Hastings, in prison.
Most of the rest are dead or behind bars.
BRODY: Then there's the Broussards, but Sasha's locked up.
And then you got the recent additions to the âI Hate Dwayne Prideâ club, Hugo Garza and Marc Maslow.
Dad.
How many people want you dead? I always knew your job was dangerous.
Last year when Orion got hurt it became real.
Or I thought it did.
Your whole life I've taken it as a badge of honor that I could shield you from the worst that I do.
What happened today is not gonna happen again.
What happened today is that I killed someone.
We don't know that.
I hit him.
He died.
It doesn't happen like that, baby girl.
Then how does it happen, Dad? Look let's see what Loretta says after her autopsy.
But either way you protected yourself and I'm proud of you.
(quiet knocking) Sonja's gonna take you somewhere secure until this blows over.
Where are we going? A safe house.
Your bags are in the car.
We're gonna take you out through the back exit.
You coming, too? I'm staying.
I got to make this right.
I saw all those people who hate you.
You need protection, too.
But they didn't come after me.
They went after you.
We can't have that.
I'll be okay.
(softly): Promise.
(sighs) Percy.
I'm trusting you with the most precious thing in my life.
I got this.
LASALLE: We have a visitor, King.
Karen Hardy.
A long way from Camp Lejeune.
Hey.
Ah.
Not at Lejeune anymore.
I'm a senior agent with CRFO.
What? Why would Contingency Response Field Office send a senior agent? I get deployed to high-risk environments.
This here-- definition of high-risk.
Since we go back What is DC worried about? Want a list? You told DC you're under surveillance and what happened to Laurel.
If you're a target, you need help.
The situation is under control.
Is it? According to Baton Rouge, you hijacked their crime scene, hacked into their traffic cams, and took possession of a suspected van before this was an NCIS matter.
Wow.
Now, about this Reggie Clifton.
Tell me things.
No affiliation with the people on your enemy list.
He's a loner, antisocial-- wouldn't be part of a group.
Yeah, but there's no way he acted alone.
And no way that he had the resources to obtain the surveillance van.
All right, keep digging.
Let's chat.
Senior agent, huh? Dwayne, it's me, not some suit from Washington.
Yeah.
But they sent you.
Well, can you blame them? How many people tried to kill you in the last year? I'm not hard to find.
Someone wants revenge, they can try.
This is different.
Timing's specific.
You think this is an elaborate distraction? Something like that.
You know how that sounds? It sounds the way it sounds.
The bottom line I don't need a babysitter.
Look, your daughter was attacked.
And you're here to make sure I don't take it personally, don't cross the line.
Yeah.
(phone beeping) Autopsy result's in.
I'll go.
Alone? From one building filled with cops to another.
Don't need backup.
Well, let's keep it that way, huh? Till we know more about this threat to you, best you stay out of the field.
That an order? No.
Common sense.
WADE: Mr.
Clifton's C.
O.
D.
was cardiac arrest.
He have a heart condition? I ran his blood work.
Came up clean with one exception.
Elevated levels of adrenaline? It's not uncommon in a heart attack.
However, the human body does not produce this much adrenaline naturally.
He has track marks on his arms.
Adrenaline as a street drug? My experience of addicts: if it's shootable, it's doable.
So Laurel wasn't responsible? Well, I'm not done (phone beeps) with the examination.
When I know, you will.
Who's Special Agent Hardy? And why is she checking up on you? Former trainee agent of mine.
DC sent her in my hour of need.
I'm supposed to stay out of the field until the threat is assessed.
Good.
You're perfectly able to look after yourself normally, but when things get personal I can't help but worry about your judgment.
Loretta That you may end up on the wrong side of my autopsy table.
(phone beeps) Special Agent Hardy would like me to confirm that you're coming back to NCIS.
Go ahead and confirm.
Are you heading back? (computer beeping) SEBASTIAN: Who's ready to enter the wonderful world of vans? (clears throat) Sebastian Lund, forensic expert, and Patton Plame, computer specialist.
Otherwise known as the Wonder Twins.
I told you I'm not down with that Wonder Twins bit.
And I told you that you don't choose your nickname, okay? Your nickname chooses you.
Come on, man, help me out.
Well, I'm Special Agent Hardy.
Hoping you got something for us.
Yeah, a nasty case of van envy.
The computer system on this bad boy is gnarly.
It has five quad core multiprocessors, each with a terabyte of RAM, ultra HD monitors Yeah, and don't get me started on the laser microphone.
It's got an active range of up to 400 MTS.
LASALLE: That means they can listen to us through walls and from a distance.
This is a custom job.
And judging by the circuitry, it's European in origin; same with the cameras.
Yeah.
Hundreds of hours of surveillance on this hard drive.
Every second transmitted over Wi-Fi.
Transmitted to who? That's what I'm working on finding out.
European computers and cameras-- are we looking at espionage here? Well, the hardware may be from across the pond, but the van itself, that's 100% American.
It's also customized.
Check this out.
The storage area had to be retrofitted for the computers, it's a new cooling system, and a high-density antenna for the Wi-Fi.
Trace any of the equipment? Uh, I did, yeah.
Uh, most of the custom stuff was sent to a Devil's Detailing Garage in Metairie.
Owned by a Troy Spooner.
All right, give Pride a shout, loop him in.
Have him meet us there.
Oh, Pride already knows.
I called him.
He's on his way there right now.
(sighs) Was that wrong? Hello? I run a volume business here.
Ten guys.
Quick turnaround.
After-market components, rims, the odd paint job.
Can't remember 'em all.
Not asking for 'em all.
Asking if you remember one in particular.
Not ringin' any bells, no.
It was converted into a mobile surveillance van.
Not exactly âquick turnaround.
â Having a hard time believing you don't recall it.
(laughs) I don't know what to tell you, brother.
How about this guy? He ring your bells? Nope.
How about if you actually look? I don't know him, brother.
What I know, brother-- parts for that van were ordered from this shop, by you.
Don't cooperate, I'll come back with a warrant and a dozen federal agents.
No need to get frosty.
Just about to suggest we look in the files.
Ah! What the hell? Pullin' a gun on a federal agent? Huh? No way.
(groaning) âSic Semper Tyrannis.
â You're Militia? No idea what you're talking about.
You following my daughter? Hmm? You got me wrong, brother.
But I will say your little girl sure looks good in her runnin' shorts.
What'd you say? (grunting) Ah! You follow my daughter? Were you following my daughter?! Dwayne! Were you following her? Dwayne! Stop, now! Want to explain why you assaulted my client? I didn't assault him.
I restrained him.
He was resisting arrest.
That's the story we're goin' with? Be quiet, Troy.
He was reaching for a handgun.
SPOONER: I was looking for paperwork.
Stop talking, Troy.
Your client is a person of interest in an ongoing investigation.
He customized a van that was used to surveil me, my office, my daughter.
I am sorry that your daughter was attacked.
But it's my understanding that the man responsible is dead.
He wasn't working alone.
We need to ask Mr.
Spooner some questions about this van.
And the attack on Agent Pride's daughter.
And why would Mr.
Spooner be interested in either you or your daughter? Because he's a member of the Militia.
Oh, see, I'm confused.
Because I hear the Militia is a radical group that you helped disband.
It doesn't exist anymore.
They're still active.
He's one of 'em.
Tattooed right on his arm.
Oh, so is that why you assaulted my client? Because of his body art? I didn't assault him.
But he was there when my daughter was attacked, and he's a part of this.
My client was with me when your daughter was attacked.
I was giving him advice on another legal matter.
I'd be happy to sign an affidavit to that effect.
Look, Agent Pride, I'm sorry for your troubles.
But Mr.
Spooner just simply isn't involved, and he has nothing to say to either one of you.
Unless you charge him, we're leaving.
Shouldn't have gone to his garage alone.
Aside from the danger, there's no one to back your story.
You always think like a prosecutor.
Every T crossed, every I dotted.
You say that like it's bad.
But that's the end game.
A courtroom.
Convictions.
Or are you looking for another kind of justice, Dwayne? I'm not out for revenge, Karen.
I want to protect Laurel.
But there's something bigger going on.
Militia's behind it.
Keepin' me off my game.
And you you're-you're playing right into it.
Looking out for my former partner.
I'm clear-eyed.
The only question now is why? Why now? Timing means something.
So you went off after Troy Spooner half-cocked to prove it? When have I ever done anything half-cocked? (sighs) Handle things your own way.
Always have.
Lotta improvisation, instinct.
Your team, too.
Doesn't go unnoticed.
You say that like it's bad.
Look, we we charge Spooner with resisting arrest, the gun No.
No.
He's our only link to the attack on Laurel and that van.
And he's no use to us if he's locked up.
All right, if he walks, you need to take a serious step back.
Let me handle it from here.
Can't be âweâ right now.
You see that, right? I'll bring in my own agents.
LASALLE: Okay, so if you're not gonna let us tail Spooner, what are we supposed to do? Petty Officer Nelson Peal is still missing, along with a dozen Navy hard drives.
That's what you do.
Hardy is 1,000% correct.
King, it's Work the case.
Find the sailor.
I'm gonna go look after Laurel.
LAUREL: It's so gloomy in here.
How can you stand it? Mmm You get used to it.
I, uh, was here for close to two years during my undercover days.
Main selling point is I was never worried I was gonna be shot here.
I could let my guard down.
Be myself.
Hey, I even learned to love it a bit.
Is that what it's like for my dad? Always looking over his shoulder? You know what? You don't have to worry about your father.
He takes care of himself.
Takes care of himself.
(chuckles) You mean like I did today? With that man? Don't dwell on it, 'cause you did what you had to do.
That's what everyone keeps saying.
It doesn't change the facts.
Look, I've been where you are, Laurel.
I know how you feel.
How do you get over it? You don't.
You learn to live with it.
You survive it.
You survive.
(phone chimes) Is that my dad? Is he coming here? No, not yet.
(car door opens) (engine revs) (tires squealing) (rapid gunshots) Christopher, it's me.
Troy Spooner and at least three other men just tried to run me down.
Yeah, black pickup.
Lakebound.
Thousand block of Bienville.
Have Patton see if he could Chris.
Think I might have been right.
Wasn't just about me.
Yeah, Militia's prepping for war.
(camera shutter clicking) Whatever the Militia was doing, they were not expecting you.
Left in a hurry.
BRODY: Yeah, with plenty of evidence.
This place is a petri dish of DNA and fingerprints.
M4 carbines and M67 fragmentation grenades, Army issue.
I've alerted ATF and Army CID.
We'll see if these are stolen.
We need to talk.
What the hell were you thinking? You were right.
I shouldn't have gone off alone.
You were gonna handle it.
I agreed.
I went rogue.
I'm sorry.
I had this, Dwayne.
Slow and methodical is good in a lot of ways, Karen.
Yeah, I prefer the word âthoughtfulâ" Fair enough.
Thoughtful.
But like you say, we do things different.
And if I hadn't followed Spooner, we would have missed all of this.
Oh, okay, okay.
But, friend to friend, down the road, your methods are gonna bite you in the ass.
Yeah, well, I'll worry about âdown the roadâ down the road.
LASALLE: Hey, King.
NOPD found these.
HARDY: Militia's been watching these men like they've been watching you.
Yeah, well, whoever they are, they're targets.
We need to I.
D.
them right now.
(knocking) (whispering): Come in.
I followed your instructions.
Took the streetcar to the end of the line, doubled back.
Ooh, I think we're in the clear.
(chuckles) What'd you bring? Breakfast.
Hey.
Oh.
Hi, Loretta.
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
I was hoping you were my dad.
Well, he would have been here if he could, but he sent me instead to show you this.
It's the final autopsy on Reggie Clifton.
What's it mean? Well, Mr.
Clifton had unstable levels of adrenaline in his blood system.
Built up over months, it caused an inevitable cardiac event.
Okay.
Whether you hit him or not, he was going to die.
You're not a killer, Laurel.
Really? Well, that's that's good, I guess.
Whoa, I-I thought this was gonna make you feel better.
I'll feel better when I know my dad's safe.
Oh, we all will, darling.
PRIDE: Six unidentified men.
All who seem to be targeted by the Militia.
No closer to identifying them.
But we gathered enough DNA and fingerprints for Sebastian to I.
D.
Spooner's associates at the abandoned building.
Now, Troy Spooner, we know.
The other three are all violent criminals, all affiliated with the Militia.
That doesn't make sense.
The Militia's leadership is gone or, like Zed Hastings, rotting in a cell.
Bank accounts frozen, property seized by the government.
So how'd they come up with the resources for all this high-tech surveillance equipment? Never fear, Triple P is here.
I spent the evening with a precocious Cabernet and the surveillance van's hard drive.
Mmm, an irresistible combination.
Well, whoever was surveilling you sent the data somewhere else.
I was able to trace the signal, find the recipient's general location.
Syria.
That's unexpected.
When we took down the Militia the first time, we learned they had ties to foreign groups with a shared interest of disrupting our military.
Why would the Syrians care about a couple of federal agents from New Orleans? I just spoke with the Army CID.
The weapons and ammo that we found in the abandoned building were stolen from Fort Rucker three months ago.
Any suspects? A corporal that was stationed at the base.
Had Militia ties.
But the CID never had enough to charge him.
His lawyer made sure of that.
Who's his lawyer? I'm not quite sure why I'm here.
Fort Rucker.
Arsenal robbery.
Weapons, ammo, explosives.
You represent the main suspect.
Got him released from custody.
I'm a defense lawyer.
It's the job.
You also have a history of defending members of the Militia.
You're counsel of record on a dozen of their outstanding cases.
Including Troy Spooner and the three men he's on the run with.
Everyone is entitled to defense.
(chuckles) What am I looking at? Targets.
Innocent men.
Likely being hunted by your clients right now.
So arrest my clients.
Don't know where they are.
You're gonna help us find 'em.
(chuckles) Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I'd be disbarred.
We're not talking to you as counsel.
We're talking to you as an accessory.
PRIDE: You alibied Troy Spooner out the morning my daughter was attacked, said he was with you.
You arrived at his shop that morning, went into his office, but we have a witness who says Spooner was never there.
Who told you that? This is more than disbarment.
You're aiding and abetting wanted fugitives.
That's ten years federal time, minimum.
These men are in danger.
You can save 'em.
Yeah.
And who's gonna save me? They're doing it to me too.
I was assigned to Spooner through Legal Aid months ago.
Others showed up at my office.
They got their hooks in me.
They forced me to lie, or they'll kill me.
Do you know where they are now? I have no idea.
But they definitely know where I am.
Okay, well, I think I've got something here.
From a distance, these look like regular guys you'd see on the street, right? LASALLE: Yeah, a little hairier than most, but I see what you mean.
Okay, but then you zoom in a little closer you see a watch on a wrist tattoo on an arm emblem on a shirt.
Yeah, they're Navy.
Yeah, except, like you said, they've got beards, and their haircuts are definitely not regulation.
Yeah, kind of like they've been in the woods for the past six months.
Like they've been trained to look this way.
Special Forces? SEALs.
That's why facial recognition didn't work.
Their identities are compartmented.
The Militia knows who they are.
They seem to want them dead.
Yeah, well, somebody's pulling strings around here, and I guarantee it is not Troy Spooner.
Yeah, no, he's a foot soldier, not a field commander.
Time to pay a visit to the general.
PRIDE: Militia's been busy.
Surveilling me, my team, these six men, who appear to be Navy.
I would suggest you start talking.
Take up arms for a corrupt government-- like these men, like you-- a price will be exacted.
(chuckles) I can exact a price from you, Zed.
I'm already in prison the rest of my life.
Thanks to you.
Which means all bets are off.
You went after my daughter.
Well, this is war.
All's fair.
How is Laurel, by the way? There are worse places than this prison I can send you, where you won't see daylight for the rest of your life.
Oh, man, I got a light inside of me, and it shines bright.
Do your worst.
We'll see how it all shakes out in the end.
(lock buzzes) (door opens) Just finished searching his cell.
Found this inside a hollowed-out roll of toilet paper.
Received a text two days ago.
No message, just a photo.
BRODY: Petty Officer Nelson Peal.
Our missing sailor from the Belle Chasse break-in.
Most likely at the bottom of the river by now.
Photo's proof of death.
We've been working the Nelson Peal case for days.
Actually you stopped working it moment Laurel was attacked.
Militia wanted to distract me from this case.
Yeah, but the hard drives that were stolen from Belle Chasse didn't have any classified material on them.
LASALLE: No.
But Petty Officer Peal's a computer technician, All right? Top secret clearance.
He does maintenance on networks and several bases, including the Stennis Space Center.
Yeah, where the SEALs train.
Yep, Peal had access to the SEALs' personnel files.
So, what-- Militia grabs him, forces him to give up his login information? PATTON: That's exactly what happened.
Petty Officer Peal's login was accessed yesterday.
Bunch of top secret files downloaded.
Like, thousands of them.
All concerning a top secret mission in Syria, where six SEALs took out a mercenary leader.
You got the service records on these SEALs? BRODY: Same men the Militia targeted.
Was this some kind of retribution for the attack in Syria? Yeah, we'll find out as soon as we locate the SEALs and get them protected.
The SEALs are due to appear at a secret awards ceremony to receive commendations for their bravery.
That's where the Militia's gonna strike.
When's that ceremony? This afternoon.
HARDY: Getting the runaround.
SEAL commander's telling me the medal ceremony's at a classified location.
Have to be read in.
Got to find a JSOC.
Might be able to help.
Patton? I've been scanning Navy documents the Militia stole for a while.
Location's in there somewhere.
We're running out of time here.
We need to know now.
You can be damn sure Spooner and the Militia know exactly where the ceremony is, and they're about to hit it.
Got it! VFW building in Gretna.
Let's go.
(siren wailing) Local LEO's, Federal marshals and FBI scrambling now.
Ten minutes out.
We're gonna need all the backup we can get.
Don't know what we're walking into.
OFFICER: Detail salute! (door opens) Damn it, it's a trap! Go! Go! Go! Go! Let's get the hell out of here! (sirens wailing) PRIDE: Federal agents, freeze! Put your weapons down now! (tires screech) You got 30 guns on you.
Look around.
You don't have a chance.
Easy! Spooner? You really want to die here today? It's over.
Stay on your knees! Rest of you, get down on the ground! Hands up! Cross your ankles! Just heard from our pal at JSOC.
Got the SEALs transferred safely.
Good work, Hardy.
Not too methodical for you? It'll do for today.
(lock buzzes) (indistinct chatter) (door closes) Wanted to look you in the eye to tell you that six Navy SEALs were awarded commendations for bravery today.
And your men were arrested.
They'll be relocating to this prison soon.
Well, I guess I'll have some company.
No, Zed.
You won't.
You made a deal with Syrian militants.
They promised to pay you handsomely if you took out the SEALs who took down their commander.
Enemy of my enemy.
That's not an admission, by the way.
I don't need your confession.
Troy Spooner and the others are spilling their guts.
Trying to save themselves from this, I guess.
Official transfer orders to ADX Florence.
Supermax.
You come after my people, try to use my daughter, we're gonna take you down.
Militia's finished.
You are the leader of nothing.
Whoever said I was the leader? Almost finished up here.
Percy's bringing Laurel back to Pride's bar.
Gonna meet him there.
You should join.
Sure.
Think there's something off with these Militia member statements? They're all saying the same thing.
They received instructions by text from an untraceable phone.
Never had direct contact with Zed.
Yeah, that's what bothers me.
Phone we confiscated from his prison cell was smuggled in a couple days ago.
Yeah, and all we found was a single photo on it.
No way he was calling the shots on this operation.
Just got off the phone with Pride.
He thinks we're still in danger.
Heading back now.
(phone ringing) (ringing continues) You okay in there? Who are you? Friend of the family.
What do you want? What do you think I want? To kidnap me? That was the plan.
But you surprised us.
You're a lot like your father.
You're smart.
And a fighter.
But this is war.
You were gonna be collateral.
But now you're gonna be a message to-- (screams) Laurel down! You're safe now.
You're safe.
Is it over? Yeah, it's over.
Told you.
I got this.
@elderman
(sirens wailing) Laurel.
Dad.
You okay? You hurt? I'm fine.
I'm just freaked out.
You're safe now, baby girl.
He came out of nowhere.
I didn't even see him until he was on me, and then he grabbed me, and I was just I was so scared, I But you fought.
I think I killed him.
Come here.
They said they had to take swabs from my fingernails.
No, they're just looking for the DNA on the guy who attacked you.
I should have been more careful.
I shouldn't have gone out alone.
No, no, no, no, no.
You are not responsible for this.
Sweetheart, there's no way you could've known.
But that's the thing, I kind of did.
The last few days, I noticed this van on campus near my apartment.
Like, it was following me.
Can you describe it? It was, uh, gold colored.
Old looking, but someone had fixed it up.
Why didn't you tell me about this? If I called you every time I saw something weird on campus Okay, but did you tell the detective? Yeah.
He didn't seem to care.
PRIDE: All right, you stay here.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
NCIS.
Miss Pride didn't tell me she was Navy.
She's my daughter.
Dwayne Pride.
Detective Lamont.
We usually don't get a visit from the parents at a crime scene.
Yeah, well, it's not a visit.
Hoping for a little professional courtesy.
What do you know about him? Reggie Clifton.
Local boy.
Got a record and a reputation.
Harassing women at the university got him banned from the campus.
No surprise he's graduated to assault.
My daughter mentioned she saw a van following her the last few days.
Yeah, she told me.
And? I don't know how you Navy cops work a case, but I do it like I'm walking down the street-- one foot in front of the other.
You feel me? I'll let you get back to work.
So, I found this tire mark in the mud.
It's big enough for a truck or a van.
You, uh, want to tell the detectives about it? Yeah.
But take a photo first, get it to Sebastian.
I know-- not our investigation.
But You think Laurel's right about someone following her? Yeah.
I can't help but feel it's got to do with me.
SEBASTIAN: All right, so, here are the photos that Sonja took of the tire marks.
I scanned it into the computer, then rendered a 3D version of it.
Each tread, ridge and dimple.
So, light truck tires, not uncommon on pickup trucks, but less common on vans.
Which is what Laurel said was following her.
Laurel was being followed? Brody, Lasalle, where were you? Stuck on the Westbank searching for Petty Officer Peal's house again.
Who the hell is Petty Officer Peal? Person of interest in the Belle Chasse break-in we've been working all week.
Those stolen hard drives.
Yeah, and it's the only witness we can't find.
What were you saying about Laurel again? I don't have all the details, but Percy sent Sebastian over some photos of tire tread.
Van that was following Laurel for the last few days.
Yeah, and I've narrowed down the kind of vans that we need to be looking for-- long wheel base, modified full sized I can send all this info over to Baton Rouge PD, and they can search through traffic and security cameras around campus.
Be more efficient if we cut out the middleman.
I can liberate the footage from here.
Yeah, but it's not our case.
Yeah, but it's family.
Let's do it.
LAMONT: Reggie Clifton will not be bothering anybody ever again.
Clifton barely had a mark on him.
Couple of elbows from my daughter doesn't explain his sudden death.
Well, we'll know more once the autopsy's done.
One foot in front of the other, remember? Now, you've never seen Reggie Clifton before? No, sir.
Like I said, not until he grabbed me on the running trail.
But you say he was following you in a van? I said a van's been following me.
The man who attacked me was never in it.
There was someone else? LAMONT: Well, how could you be sure? Now, this specific van with a specific driver that's not Reggie Clifton has been following you for days? I've been staring at this photo while you questioned me.
This wasn't the person in the van.
I've been taught to pay attention to my surroundings, note anything or anyone suspicious.
Well, your father did teach you a lot.
How about, uh get her some mug shots to look at? Try and identify the van driver.
Special Agent Pride, could we chat in the hallway, please? Excuse us.
What are you doing? Trying to get to the bottom of what happened to my daughter.
That's not your job here.
You're not the investigator on the case; you're the dad.
I got a feeling this van following Laurel has something to do with me.
What would it have to do with you? May be one of my old cases; I'm not sure yet.
Look, I'm not trying to step on your toes Well, that's all you're doing.
I don't blame you, but I need you to back off, funny feeling or not.
(phone beeping) All right, you're right.
I'll back off, if you get those mug shots to Laurel so she can look at them.
(sighs) Wait-wait-wait, you don't want to tell Detective Lamont about this? Waste of time.
Might be a dead end.
(sighs) Sonja.
Yeah? (quietly): Flat tire.
I'll open the back.
Yeah.
It's locked.
Bust it.
It's clear.
That's outside NCIS.
My bar.
Laurel's apartment.
No question about it.
Whoever owns this van they're after me.
We found these outside NCIS, the morgue, the bar, and other places you frequent.
Including Laurel's apartment.
Someone is after you.
All of us.
Patton did a sweep of the office, Sebastian swept the morgue-- no cameras or listening devices.
All right? Suspects didn't have access inside.
Well, whoever's been watching us has been doing it for a while.
Laurel's safe now, King.
Yeah, well, she should never have been vulnerable.
They went after her to get to me.
This is our top priority.
Baton Rouge PD sent their evidence.
Weren't too happy about it.
LASALLE: Wade's got the body of the man that attacked Laurel this morning, Reggie Clifton.
Semi-employed short-order cook.
Hobbies include indecent exposure and harassing college students.
It's not exactly the profile of someone operating a van filled with high-tech surveillance equipment.
Laurel saw someone else in the van.
We've compiled an enemies list.
PRIDE: Well, obvious answer-- the Militia.
Anti-military radicals.
Tried to kill me.
Put a bounty on my head.
You put their leader, Zed Hastings, in prison.
Most of the rest are dead or behind bars.
BRODY: Then there's the Broussards, but Sasha's locked up.
And then you got the recent additions to the âI Hate Dwayne Prideâ club, Hugo Garza and Marc Maslow.
Dad.
How many people want you dead? I always knew your job was dangerous.
Last year when Orion got hurt it became real.
Or I thought it did.
Your whole life I've taken it as a badge of honor that I could shield you from the worst that I do.
What happened today is not gonna happen again.
What happened today is that I killed someone.
We don't know that.
I hit him.
He died.
It doesn't happen like that, baby girl.
Then how does it happen, Dad? Look let's see what Loretta says after her autopsy.
But either way you protected yourself and I'm proud of you.
(quiet knocking) Sonja's gonna take you somewhere secure until this blows over.
Where are we going? A safe house.
Your bags are in the car.
We're gonna take you out through the back exit.
You coming, too? I'm staying.
I got to make this right.
I saw all those people who hate you.
You need protection, too.
But they didn't come after me.
They went after you.
We can't have that.
I'll be okay.
(softly): Promise.
(sighs) Percy.
I'm trusting you with the most precious thing in my life.
I got this.
LASALLE: We have a visitor, King.
Karen Hardy.
A long way from Camp Lejeune.
Hey.
Ah.
Not at Lejeune anymore.
I'm a senior agent with CRFO.
What? Why would Contingency Response Field Office send a senior agent? I get deployed to high-risk environments.
This here-- definition of high-risk.
Since we go back What is DC worried about? Want a list? You told DC you're under surveillance and what happened to Laurel.
If you're a target, you need help.
The situation is under control.
Is it? According to Baton Rouge, you hijacked their crime scene, hacked into their traffic cams, and took possession of a suspected van before this was an NCIS matter.
Wow.
Now, about this Reggie Clifton.
Tell me things.
No affiliation with the people on your enemy list.
He's a loner, antisocial-- wouldn't be part of a group.
Yeah, but there's no way he acted alone.
And no way that he had the resources to obtain the surveillance van.
All right, keep digging.
Let's chat.
Senior agent, huh? Dwayne, it's me, not some suit from Washington.
Yeah.
But they sent you.
Well, can you blame them? How many people tried to kill you in the last year? I'm not hard to find.
Someone wants revenge, they can try.
This is different.
Timing's specific.
You think this is an elaborate distraction? Something like that.
You know how that sounds? It sounds the way it sounds.
The bottom line I don't need a babysitter.
Look, your daughter was attacked.
And you're here to make sure I don't take it personally, don't cross the line.
Yeah.
(phone beeping) Autopsy result's in.
I'll go.
Alone? From one building filled with cops to another.
Don't need backup.
Well, let's keep it that way, huh? Till we know more about this threat to you, best you stay out of the field.
That an order? No.
Common sense.
WADE: Mr.
Clifton's C.
O.
D.
was cardiac arrest.
He have a heart condition? I ran his blood work.
Came up clean with one exception.
Elevated levels of adrenaline? It's not uncommon in a heart attack.
However, the human body does not produce this much adrenaline naturally.
He has track marks on his arms.
Adrenaline as a street drug? My experience of addicts: if it's shootable, it's doable.
So Laurel wasn't responsible? Well, I'm not done (phone beeps) with the examination.
When I know, you will.
Who's Special Agent Hardy? And why is she checking up on you? Former trainee agent of mine.
DC sent her in my hour of need.
I'm supposed to stay out of the field until the threat is assessed.
Good.
You're perfectly able to look after yourself normally, but when things get personal I can't help but worry about your judgment.
Loretta That you may end up on the wrong side of my autopsy table.
(phone beeps) Special Agent Hardy would like me to confirm that you're coming back to NCIS.
Go ahead and confirm.
Are you heading back? (computer beeping) SEBASTIAN: Who's ready to enter the wonderful world of vans? (clears throat) Sebastian Lund, forensic expert, and Patton Plame, computer specialist.
Otherwise known as the Wonder Twins.
I told you I'm not down with that Wonder Twins bit.
And I told you that you don't choose your nickname, okay? Your nickname chooses you.
Come on, man, help me out.
Well, I'm Special Agent Hardy.
Hoping you got something for us.
Yeah, a nasty case of van envy.
The computer system on this bad boy is gnarly.
It has five quad core multiprocessors, each with a terabyte of RAM, ultra HD monitors Yeah, and don't get me started on the laser microphone.
It's got an active range of up to 400 MTS.
LASALLE: That means they can listen to us through walls and from a distance.
This is a custom job.
And judging by the circuitry, it's European in origin; same with the cameras.
Yeah.
Hundreds of hours of surveillance on this hard drive.
Every second transmitted over Wi-Fi.
Transmitted to who? That's what I'm working on finding out.
European computers and cameras-- are we looking at espionage here? Well, the hardware may be from across the pond, but the van itself, that's 100% American.
It's also customized.
Check this out.
The storage area had to be retrofitted for the computers, it's a new cooling system, and a high-density antenna for the Wi-Fi.
Trace any of the equipment? Uh, I did, yeah.
Uh, most of the custom stuff was sent to a Devil's Detailing Garage in Metairie.
Owned by a Troy Spooner.
All right, give Pride a shout, loop him in.
Have him meet us there.
Oh, Pride already knows.
I called him.
He's on his way there right now.
(sighs) Was that wrong? Hello? I run a volume business here.
Ten guys.
Quick turnaround.
After-market components, rims, the odd paint job.
Can't remember 'em all.
Not asking for 'em all.
Asking if you remember one in particular.
Not ringin' any bells, no.
It was converted into a mobile surveillance van.
Not exactly âquick turnaround.
â Having a hard time believing you don't recall it.
(laughs) I don't know what to tell you, brother.
How about this guy? He ring your bells? Nope.
How about if you actually look? I don't know him, brother.
What I know, brother-- parts for that van were ordered from this shop, by you.
Don't cooperate, I'll come back with a warrant and a dozen federal agents.
No need to get frosty.
Just about to suggest we look in the files.
Ah! What the hell? Pullin' a gun on a federal agent? Huh? No way.
(groaning) âSic Semper Tyrannis.
â You're Militia? No idea what you're talking about.
You following my daughter? Hmm? You got me wrong, brother.
But I will say your little girl sure looks good in her runnin' shorts.
What'd you say? (grunting) Ah! You follow my daughter? Were you following my daughter?! Dwayne! Were you following her? Dwayne! Stop, now! Want to explain why you assaulted my client? I didn't assault him.
I restrained him.
He was resisting arrest.
That's the story we're goin' with? Be quiet, Troy.
He was reaching for a handgun.
SPOONER: I was looking for paperwork.
Stop talking, Troy.
Your client is a person of interest in an ongoing investigation.
He customized a van that was used to surveil me, my office, my daughter.
I am sorry that your daughter was attacked.
But it's my understanding that the man responsible is dead.
He wasn't working alone.
We need to ask Mr.
Spooner some questions about this van.
And the attack on Agent Pride's daughter.
And why would Mr.
Spooner be interested in either you or your daughter? Because he's a member of the Militia.
Oh, see, I'm confused.
Because I hear the Militia is a radical group that you helped disband.
It doesn't exist anymore.
They're still active.
He's one of 'em.
Tattooed right on his arm.
Oh, so is that why you assaulted my client? Because of his body art? I didn't assault him.
But he was there when my daughter was attacked, and he's a part of this.
My client was with me when your daughter was attacked.
I was giving him advice on another legal matter.
I'd be happy to sign an affidavit to that effect.
Look, Agent Pride, I'm sorry for your troubles.
But Mr.
Spooner just simply isn't involved, and he has nothing to say to either one of you.
Unless you charge him, we're leaving.
Shouldn't have gone to his garage alone.
Aside from the danger, there's no one to back your story.
You always think like a prosecutor.
Every T crossed, every I dotted.
You say that like it's bad.
But that's the end game.
A courtroom.
Convictions.
Or are you looking for another kind of justice, Dwayne? I'm not out for revenge, Karen.
I want to protect Laurel.
But there's something bigger going on.
Militia's behind it.
Keepin' me off my game.
And you you're-you're playing right into it.
Looking out for my former partner.
I'm clear-eyed.
The only question now is why? Why now? Timing means something.
So you went off after Troy Spooner half-cocked to prove it? When have I ever done anything half-cocked? (sighs) Handle things your own way.
Always have.
Lotta improvisation, instinct.
Your team, too.
Doesn't go unnoticed.
You say that like it's bad.
Look, we we charge Spooner with resisting arrest, the gun No.
No.
He's our only link to the attack on Laurel and that van.
And he's no use to us if he's locked up.
All right, if he walks, you need to take a serious step back.
Let me handle it from here.
Can't be âweâ right now.
You see that, right? I'll bring in my own agents.
LASALLE: Okay, so if you're not gonna let us tail Spooner, what are we supposed to do? Petty Officer Nelson Peal is still missing, along with a dozen Navy hard drives.
That's what you do.
Hardy is 1,000% correct.
King, it's Work the case.
Find the sailor.
I'm gonna go look after Laurel.
LAUREL: It's so gloomy in here.
How can you stand it? Mmm You get used to it.
I, uh, was here for close to two years during my undercover days.
Main selling point is I was never worried I was gonna be shot here.
I could let my guard down.
Be myself.
Hey, I even learned to love it a bit.
Is that what it's like for my dad? Always looking over his shoulder? You know what? You don't have to worry about your father.
He takes care of himself.
Takes care of himself.
(chuckles) You mean like I did today? With that man? Don't dwell on it, 'cause you did what you had to do.
That's what everyone keeps saying.
It doesn't change the facts.
Look, I've been where you are, Laurel.
I know how you feel.
How do you get over it? You don't.
You learn to live with it.
You survive it.
You survive.
(phone chimes) Is that my dad? Is he coming here? No, not yet.
(car door opens) (engine revs) (tires squealing) (rapid gunshots) Christopher, it's me.
Troy Spooner and at least three other men just tried to run me down.
Yeah, black pickup.
Lakebound.
Thousand block of Bienville.
Have Patton see if he could Chris.
Think I might have been right.
Wasn't just about me.
Yeah, Militia's prepping for war.
(camera shutter clicking) Whatever the Militia was doing, they were not expecting you.
Left in a hurry.
BRODY: Yeah, with plenty of evidence.
This place is a petri dish of DNA and fingerprints.
M4 carbines and M67 fragmentation grenades, Army issue.
I've alerted ATF and Army CID.
We'll see if these are stolen.
We need to talk.
What the hell were you thinking? You were right.
I shouldn't have gone off alone.
You were gonna handle it.
I agreed.
I went rogue.
I'm sorry.
I had this, Dwayne.
Slow and methodical is good in a lot of ways, Karen.
Yeah, I prefer the word âthoughtfulâ" Fair enough.
Thoughtful.
But like you say, we do things different.
And if I hadn't followed Spooner, we would have missed all of this.
Oh, okay, okay.
But, friend to friend, down the road, your methods are gonna bite you in the ass.
Yeah, well, I'll worry about âdown the roadâ down the road.
LASALLE: Hey, King.
NOPD found these.
HARDY: Militia's been watching these men like they've been watching you.
Yeah, well, whoever they are, they're targets.
We need to I.
D.
them right now.
(knocking) (whispering): Come in.
I followed your instructions.
Took the streetcar to the end of the line, doubled back.
Ooh, I think we're in the clear.
(chuckles) What'd you bring? Breakfast.
Hey.
Oh.
Hi, Loretta.
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
I was hoping you were my dad.
Well, he would have been here if he could, but he sent me instead to show you this.
It's the final autopsy on Reggie Clifton.
What's it mean? Well, Mr.
Clifton had unstable levels of adrenaline in his blood system.
Built up over months, it caused an inevitable cardiac event.
Okay.
Whether you hit him or not, he was going to die.
You're not a killer, Laurel.
Really? Well, that's that's good, I guess.
Whoa, I-I thought this was gonna make you feel better.
I'll feel better when I know my dad's safe.
Oh, we all will, darling.
PRIDE: Six unidentified men.
All who seem to be targeted by the Militia.
No closer to identifying them.
But we gathered enough DNA and fingerprints for Sebastian to I.
D.
Spooner's associates at the abandoned building.
Now, Troy Spooner, we know.
The other three are all violent criminals, all affiliated with the Militia.
That doesn't make sense.
The Militia's leadership is gone or, like Zed Hastings, rotting in a cell.
Bank accounts frozen, property seized by the government.
So how'd they come up with the resources for all this high-tech surveillance equipment? Never fear, Triple P is here.
I spent the evening with a precocious Cabernet and the surveillance van's hard drive.
Mmm, an irresistible combination.
Well, whoever was surveilling you sent the data somewhere else.
I was able to trace the signal, find the recipient's general location.
Syria.
That's unexpected.
When we took down the Militia the first time, we learned they had ties to foreign groups with a shared interest of disrupting our military.
Why would the Syrians care about a couple of federal agents from New Orleans? I just spoke with the Army CID.
The weapons and ammo that we found in the abandoned building were stolen from Fort Rucker three months ago.
Any suspects? A corporal that was stationed at the base.
Had Militia ties.
But the CID never had enough to charge him.
His lawyer made sure of that.
Who's his lawyer? I'm not quite sure why I'm here.
Fort Rucker.
Arsenal robbery.
Weapons, ammo, explosives.
You represent the main suspect.
Got him released from custody.
I'm a defense lawyer.
It's the job.
You also have a history of defending members of the Militia.
You're counsel of record on a dozen of their outstanding cases.
Including Troy Spooner and the three men he's on the run with.
Everyone is entitled to defense.
(chuckles) What am I looking at? Targets.
Innocent men.
Likely being hunted by your clients right now.
So arrest my clients.
Don't know where they are.
You're gonna help us find 'em.
(chuckles) Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I'd be disbarred.
We're not talking to you as counsel.
We're talking to you as an accessory.
PRIDE: You alibied Troy Spooner out the morning my daughter was attacked, said he was with you.
You arrived at his shop that morning, went into his office, but we have a witness who says Spooner was never there.
Who told you that? This is more than disbarment.
You're aiding and abetting wanted fugitives.
That's ten years federal time, minimum.
These men are in danger.
You can save 'em.
Yeah.
And who's gonna save me? They're doing it to me too.
I was assigned to Spooner through Legal Aid months ago.
Others showed up at my office.
They got their hooks in me.
They forced me to lie, or they'll kill me.
Do you know where they are now? I have no idea.
But they definitely know where I am.
Okay, well, I think I've got something here.
From a distance, these look like regular guys you'd see on the street, right? LASALLE: Yeah, a little hairier than most, but I see what you mean.
Okay, but then you zoom in a little closer you see a watch on a wrist tattoo on an arm emblem on a shirt.
Yeah, they're Navy.
Yeah, except, like you said, they've got beards, and their haircuts are definitely not regulation.
Yeah, kind of like they've been in the woods for the past six months.
Like they've been trained to look this way.
Special Forces? SEALs.
That's why facial recognition didn't work.
Their identities are compartmented.
The Militia knows who they are.
They seem to want them dead.
Yeah, well, somebody's pulling strings around here, and I guarantee it is not Troy Spooner.
Yeah, no, he's a foot soldier, not a field commander.
Time to pay a visit to the general.
PRIDE: Militia's been busy.
Surveilling me, my team, these six men, who appear to be Navy.
I would suggest you start talking.
Take up arms for a corrupt government-- like these men, like you-- a price will be exacted.
(chuckles) I can exact a price from you, Zed.
I'm already in prison the rest of my life.
Thanks to you.
Which means all bets are off.
You went after my daughter.
Well, this is war.
All's fair.
How is Laurel, by the way? There are worse places than this prison I can send you, where you won't see daylight for the rest of your life.
Oh, man, I got a light inside of me, and it shines bright.
Do your worst.
We'll see how it all shakes out in the end.
(lock buzzes) (door opens) Just finished searching his cell.
Found this inside a hollowed-out roll of toilet paper.
Received a text two days ago.
No message, just a photo.
BRODY: Petty Officer Nelson Peal.
Our missing sailor from the Belle Chasse break-in.
Most likely at the bottom of the river by now.
Photo's proof of death.
We've been working the Nelson Peal case for days.
Actually you stopped working it moment Laurel was attacked.
Militia wanted to distract me from this case.
Yeah, but the hard drives that were stolen from Belle Chasse didn't have any classified material on them.
LASALLE: No.
But Petty Officer Peal's a computer technician, All right? Top secret clearance.
He does maintenance on networks and several bases, including the Stennis Space Center.
Yeah, where the SEALs train.
Yep, Peal had access to the SEALs' personnel files.
So, what-- Militia grabs him, forces him to give up his login information? PATTON: That's exactly what happened.
Petty Officer Peal's login was accessed yesterday.
Bunch of top secret files downloaded.
Like, thousands of them.
All concerning a top secret mission in Syria, where six SEALs took out a mercenary leader.
You got the service records on these SEALs? BRODY: Same men the Militia targeted.
Was this some kind of retribution for the attack in Syria? Yeah, we'll find out as soon as we locate the SEALs and get them protected.
The SEALs are due to appear at a secret awards ceremony to receive commendations for their bravery.
That's where the Militia's gonna strike.
When's that ceremony? This afternoon.
HARDY: Getting the runaround.
SEAL commander's telling me the medal ceremony's at a classified location.
Have to be read in.
Got to find a JSOC.
Might be able to help.
Patton? I've been scanning Navy documents the Militia stole for a while.
Location's in there somewhere.
We're running out of time here.
We need to know now.
You can be damn sure Spooner and the Militia know exactly where the ceremony is, and they're about to hit it.
Got it! VFW building in Gretna.
Let's go.
(siren wailing) Local LEO's, Federal marshals and FBI scrambling now.
Ten minutes out.
We're gonna need all the backup we can get.
Don't know what we're walking into.
OFFICER: Detail salute! (door opens) Damn it, it's a trap! Go! Go! Go! Go! Let's get the hell out of here! (sirens wailing) PRIDE: Federal agents, freeze! Put your weapons down now! (tires screech) You got 30 guns on you.
Look around.
You don't have a chance.
Easy! Spooner? You really want to die here today? It's over.
Stay on your knees! Rest of you, get down on the ground! Hands up! Cross your ankles! Just heard from our pal at JSOC.
Got the SEALs transferred safely.
Good work, Hardy.
Not too methodical for you? It'll do for today.
(lock buzzes) (indistinct chatter) (door closes) Wanted to look you in the eye to tell you that six Navy SEALs were awarded commendations for bravery today.
And your men were arrested.
They'll be relocating to this prison soon.
Well, I guess I'll have some company.
No, Zed.
You won't.
You made a deal with Syrian militants.
They promised to pay you handsomely if you took out the SEALs who took down their commander.
Enemy of my enemy.
That's not an admission, by the way.
I don't need your confession.
Troy Spooner and the others are spilling their guts.
Trying to save themselves from this, I guess.
Official transfer orders to ADX Florence.
Supermax.
You come after my people, try to use my daughter, we're gonna take you down.
Militia's finished.
You are the leader of nothing.
Whoever said I was the leader? Almost finished up here.
Percy's bringing Laurel back to Pride's bar.
Gonna meet him there.
You should join.
Sure.
Think there's something off with these Militia member statements? They're all saying the same thing.
They received instructions by text from an untraceable phone.
Never had direct contact with Zed.
Yeah, that's what bothers me.
Phone we confiscated from his prison cell was smuggled in a couple days ago.
Yeah, and all we found was a single photo on it.
No way he was calling the shots on this operation.
Just got off the phone with Pride.
He thinks we're still in danger.
Heading back now.
(phone ringing) (ringing continues) You okay in there? Who are you? Friend of the family.
What do you want? What do you think I want? To kidnap me? That was the plan.
But you surprised us.
You're a lot like your father.
You're smart.
And a fighter.
But this is war.
You were gonna be collateral.
But now you're gonna be a message to-- (screams) Laurel down! You're safe now.
You're safe.
Is it over? Yeah, it's over.
Told you.
I got this.
@elderman