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- Hey, look, this is
to your last week as a free man.

all: Booyah!

- Why don't I just give you guys
the bottle?

- Sounds good to me.
- Works for me, Dad.

- Hey, whoa.
- Whoa.

- Hey, Mr. Nichols,
Trev told us you were in

'Nam back in the day.

- Smack in the middle
of primetime, 1968.

- Man, that must've been rough.
- Yeah.

Let me tell you squids a story.
- Oh, not that old chestnut.

- Now, we were on recon.
It was raining so hard

we couldn't see five feet
in front of us.

I stepped in a bed
of bamboo vipers.

One of them gets me by the leg.
I grab my K-bar

and I cut
the damn snake's head off.

- No way.
- Not only that.

Little bastard's been
holding up my pants ever since.

- That's nice.

- Have a round with us, Dad,
before we head out on the town.

- All right.
To wives and sweethearts.

May they never meet.

- Never.

- I told Trevor to be outside
at 0600.

- Well...

we don't get on the road soon,
we're not gonna get our blind.

Trevor?

Trev?

Oh, God!

Mike! Jake!

- Oh, my God.

- My son. He's dead.

- Get him out of here.

- Come on!

- Mr. Nichols, come on.

- We came in for Trev's
bachelor party.

We're staying at an Airbnb
a few blocks away from here.

- We were supposed
to go deer hunting today.

- Trevor's dad
went inside the house...

and he found him there.

- Is his dad still here?

- No. He went home
to tell his wife.

- Thanks. Stay close.

- Got the call
about an hour ago.

I responded to the alley,

saw the lock on the back door
was jimmied.

- Did you happen to see
a murder weapon?

- No, but there's a knife
missing from the butcher block.

- Hey, Drummond.
- Dawson.

- There's a tan line. No watch.

- Find a wallet anywhere?

- I haven't checked his pockets
yet.

- Ooh.

Hmm.

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- We braced ourself for this day

when Trevor was deployed
overseas.

But we never thought that...

- How long has your son
been out of the Navy?

- 18 months.

He enlisted the day he graduated
from high school.

He was in ten years.

He had an honorable discharge.

- And since then?

- He was a personal trainer
at one of those ritzy gyms

down the loop.

He wasn't getting rich,
but he looked forward

to going to work every day.

- His wedding was next Saturday.

Instead we're planning
a funeral.

- It's not much consolation,

but I have
our best people on it.

- You damn well better.

- I just can't believe
Trev's gone, just like that.

It's so unfair.

- When was the last time
you saw him?

- We had dinner Thursday.

- Things were good
between you two?

- We were about to get married.

Trev was really looking forward
to the wedding,

partying with all of our friends
and families.

- Right before I got married,
I freaked out a little.

I almost had a fling--
- Trev wasn't like that, okay?

- I hate to bother you
with this, Mia,

but we found these
at Trevor's house.

I just want to confirm
that they're yours.

- No, they're not.

I mean, they must have
been there from before we met.

- You're probably right.

- It's unbelievable.

Four tours,
and Trevor gets killed

in his own place in Chicago.

- What'd you guys do
for your big night out?

- We started at Trevor's place
for beers.

- We had drinks
with Mr. Nichols at his bar,

and after that went
to some joint

where all the waitresses wear
bikinis.

- Big Mel's Bikini Bar?
- Yeah.

That's the place.

- So, what happened
at Big Mel's?

- Trevor got hammered,
and this waitress hit on him.

- Angela.
Total smokeshow.

Sorry, ma'am, she was on him
like honey on a hot biscuit.

- Was Trevor into her?
- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah,
he said he was gonna hang around

till Angela got off of work,
so me and Mike bounced.

- You left your friend that was
about to get married

with Miss Smokeshow?

Some wingmen.

- We'd like to speak to Big Mel.

What can I do you for?

- We're looking for Angela.

- The girl in the yellow bikini.

- The Sex on the Beach
is pretty sweet.

The Climax is very popular.

But my all-time fave
is the ménage à trois.

- Angela, come on.

Come on.

- How's it going, Angela?

- I'll let you know.
What's up?

- What did you do after work
last night?

- Went home.
- With him?

- Alone.

- So, how did your underwear
wind up in his pocket?

- Did something happen to him?

- You know what cops
call panties?

Lie detectors.

Hairs, fluids,
and lots and lots of DNA.

- He was getting married.
His buddies tipped me 50 bucks

to slip him my thong.
- And that's all?

- Trevor wanted to hang out
after I got off of work,

so I took him to a fight club.

- The one in Humboldt Park
on Le Moyne?

- That's right. I thought
he just wanted to watch,

but once we got there,
he said he wanted to fight,

so they set up a match for him.

He kicked some dude's ass.

I wasn't planning to hook up
with him,

but after he took his shirt off
and dominated in the ring,

I was like, "Come to mama."

- Seriously?

- You should've seen him.

- I did. In a body bag.

- That's--

Wow.

- So, what happened
when you left the fight club?

- We got in an Uber,
started making out,

and then he got all weird,

said he didn't want to screw
things up with his fiancée.

So I dropped him off.

- And then?
- I went home.

And took the edge off,
lady-style.

Adele, a glass of Amaro,
and the happy rabbit.

- Uber driver confirms
Angela's story.

She never got out of the car.

Stone.

Prelim autopsy's back.

We need to meet him
at the morgue.

- Penetrating knife wound
to the left femoral artery

did most of the damage.

- Most?
- Bruising and edema

to his face, arms, and torso.

He put up a hell of a fight.

- Two, actually.
The first one for cash,

the second one for his life.

- Blood alcohol was .23.

I'm sure he wasn't
on top of his game.

- So, an intoxicated,
unarmed man was overmatched

by a knife-wielding assailant?

- There's just one anomaly.

Check out the X-ray.

- What's that in his stomach?

- Based on my analysis,
looks to me

like a computer thumb drive.

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- There was no corrosion
from digestive agents.

The ME is sure he ingested it
right before he died.

- I doubt it accidentally fell
into his corn flakes.

- If he swallowed it
at the time of the break-in,

maybe he was trying to hide it
from whoever killed him.

- I can read the drive,
but I can't get in.

- Password protected?
- It's a video file,

but it's encrypted up the wazoo.

- Something you can handle?

- This is NSA-level cloaking.

We farm it out to the private
sector, maybe we'll get lucky.

- This was no run-of-the-mill
home invasion.

Let's find out
what Trevor Nichols was hiding

the old-fashioned way.

- Trevor was first team,
All-City tight end.

That's not too shabby.

- Yeah, this guy was still
in great shape.

How did someone get the jump
on him?

- Passed out from too many
tequilas, intruder with a knife?

I don't like his chances.

Electric bill,

junk mail
from Bucktown Savings Bank.

When was the last time
anybody actually got a letter?

- Let me see the bank one.

- You can't open
a dead man's mail.

- You're probably right.

Let's see. Let's see.

"With your average monthly
balance of $250,000, you qualify

for a Bucktown Savings
Personal Wealth Account."

- How does a Navy vet
turned personal trainer

make that kind of bank?

- His fiancée was rocking
a pretty hefty diamond.

- Trevor picked it out.

- Looks expensive.

- It was. I think Trev was
trying to prove a point.

- What do you mean?

- Well, Mike really blew
his chance with me,

so I think Trev was trying
to convince me

he was serious
about getting married.

- You went out with Mike Soto?

- For about eight months.

That was before I moved
to Chicago to be near Trevor.

- And Trevor had a bank account

with over a quarter of a million
dollars in it?

- Where did all that money
come from?

- I--I don't know.

His dad gave it to him?

- Mia, Trevor was murdered.

Now's not the time
to keep secrets.

- Fine. Um...

Trev was writing a book,

and they gave him
a bunch of money up front.

He told me not to tell anyone,

but I guess that doesn't
really matter now.

- What was his book about?

- Something about being
in the Navy.

What do they call it?
Oh, a memoir.

I'm really sorry,
but I need to leave now,

or I'm gonna be late
for Trevor's service.

- Okay.

- Mr. Jefferies.
- I'm sorry for your loss.

- I know how busy you must be.
This is quite an honor.

- Or maybe you're just here
looking for votes.

- Vets are paid a lot of
lip service these days, ma'am.

It's the least I can do.

- Were you in the service?

- Yes, ma'am.
I was in the Corps, Vietnam.

- No kidding.
Brown-water Navy.

My Tho River.

- I wouldn't have made it
through boot camp

without Trevor.

I was terrible at ironing.

You know, seriously,
they were gonna discharge me

for inability to properly
maintain my uniform.

One morning, I woke up,
and Trev had ironed

every article of clothing
in my locker,

even my skivvies.

I asked him why,
he said...

"Because I got your back, bro."

- Trevor's publisher says
his book advance was $400,000.

- Whew. Damn.
Maybe I should write a book.

- Heh. All of a sudden
you have literary aspirations.

- What can I say?
I'm a renaissance man.

How much of this book
did Trevor actually write?

Three chapters.

- Don't you need approval
from the Navy

to publish something like that?

- She says their lawyer
signed off on it.

- Be nice to see those chapters.

- They don't have anything.

Apparently Trevor
was paranoid about plagiarism.

- They decrypted the video.

- Left clear.
- Right clear.

- Looks like it's shot
with a helmet cam.

- State-of-the-art
night vision scopes.

M4 assault rifles. I'm
pretty sure that's a SEAL team.

- Hold.
- Contact. Two o'clock.

- Room clear.

Oh, God.

Is she all right?
Is she alive?

- O'Brien down.

- Ramirez down.

- Contact. East wall.

Gotta get Mike.

- Get his legs!

Come on!
Abort!

Abort!
- Abort! Abort!

- Act calmly.
- Oh, God.

- Come on, we gotta go.
Leave her. Let's go.

Let's go! Come on!
She's gone! Let's go!

Let's go!

- What the hell was that?

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- Dr. Kathryn Carter worked
with Doctors Without Borders

in the Ukraine.

When things got too dangerous
for humanitarian workers,

they pulled their people out.

But Dr. Carter refused
to leave her patients.

One week later,
she was kidnapped

by a separatist faction,

so the Navy sent in a SEAL team
to rescue her.

It was called Operation Omega.

- This was all over the news
a couple years ago.

- According to the Pentagon,
the mission went awry.

Dr. Carter and two of the SEALs
were killed by the rebels

during the rescue attempt.

- But on that video, it was one
of the Americans who shot her

and left her body there.

- Now, that's a memoir
I'd want to read.

- Let's find out
if Trevor Nichols was

one of those SEALs.

- Come in. Come in.
- Thank you.

- Are you any closer to finding
out whoever killed my son?

- We're making some progress.

- I'm sorry. Please.

- Did you and Trevor talk much
about his time in the Navy?

- No, not much.
- What about his book?

- What book?
- His publisher said--

- Wait. He had a publisher?

- She said his book was about
his time in Naval Intelligence.

- He wasn't Intel.
He was a SEAL.

- Mm. He was one of the SEALs
who survived Operation Omega.

- How'd you know that?

- It came up
in our investigation.

Trevor's Navy buddies Mike Soto
and Jake Benjamin--

they were in his SEAL unit?

- That's right.
Jake was their team leader.

- Did Trevor talk to anyone
about what happened over there?

- No. I tried to talk to him
about it once,

but he just waved me off.

He did make a visit
to the family

of the doctor that was killed
by the rebels.

He and Jake made a condolence
visit to the family in Iowa.

When he got back, he was
pretty shook up about it.

- Trevor didn't even
tell his father the truth

about how Dr. Carter died.

- It would be nice to know
what he told the Carter family.

- Any reason to suspect them?

- Well, the SEAL team did
get their daughter killed.

- They live in Iowa.

Let's see if they'll come in
for a chat.

- When the charity called
and told her

to get out of the Ukraine,

she called us and said

she couldn't just abandon
those poor people.

- They wanted
a $5 million ransom.

Can you imagine?

I mean,
we have a ten-year-old pickup.

- Were any of you in Chicago
last week?

- No, no.
This is our first time.

- We heard the SEALs
who tried to rescue Kathryn

paid you a visit.

- Yes, they did.
Two of them, anyway.

- They felt so terrible
about what happened.

The one in charge told us
that they almost had Kathy

safe at the helicopter

when the enemy soldiers
opened fire.

- We tried to thank them,
but we could tell

they still felt bad about it.

- Yeah, and the younger one--
what was his name?

Trevor, I think.

He was so upset
he had to go sit in the car.

- I saw him out the window.
It looked like he was crying.

- Was he the one
who was murdered?

- Yes. I'm afraid so.

- Tell them about the check,
Mom.

- Oh, um...

yeah.

About a month ago,
this came in the mail.

- Cashier's check
from Bucktown Savings.

$100,000.

- We don't know
where it came from,

so we didn't feel right
taking the money.

- Trevor sent the Carters
part of his advance.

- Looks that way.

But he didn't tell them
the SEALs killed their daughter.

- Trevor's book.

Maybe he was about to blow
the lid off Operation Omega,

and he couldn't take all that
money with a clear conscience.

- I doubt his fellow SEALs
wanted the world to know

Dr. Carter was killed
by friendly fire.

- They were both in Chicago
the night Trevor was murdered.

- Have Dawson and Nagel dig in.

Tell them to start
with the Airbnb.

- You know,
I don't always meet the guests

that stay at my properties,

but these two young men
were very polite.

They had to extend their stay
for a funeral--poor things.

And I know it was
a little cramped in here

for the two of them.

When they first got here,
I tried to move them

to the big two-bedroom upstairs,

but they said they wanted
the fireplace.

I told them this weather
is nothing.

Wait till it's ten below.

- This doesn't look
like wood ash.

- It's a rivet
from a pair of jeans.

And two zippers.

- Why were they burning
their clothes?

- Do you know
when these guys left?

- Just before you got here.

They're headed to Midway
to fly home.

I told them to walk to Wells

and catch the Orange Line.

- You do realize it's you and me
against two Navy SEALs, right?

- Element of surprise,
Nagel.

- Yeah.
No problem whatsoever.

- All right, go that way.

- Go ahead!

- Move! Police!
Everybody down!

Move!

Get back!

Move!

- Whoa! Freeze!

You're both under arrest for
the murder of Trevor Nichols.

- The zippers recovered
from the defendants' fireplace

were from Navy-issued
tactical fleeces.

The only logical conclusion is

that the defendants burned
their bloody clothing

after stabbing Trevor Nichols
to death.

The people request no bail.

- My clients
are decorated Navy vets

who have served our nation
with valor.

They have the utmost respect
for its laws.

I only ask as they face
these dubious charges

they enjoy the same freedom

they've risked their lives
to protect.

- I almost heard a fife and drum
there, Mr. Olson.

First time in Cook County?

- Yes, sir, but I've represented
men in uniform

across this great country.

- Correct me if I'm wrong,
but men in uniform are

men who've been trained to kill.

- In war, sir.

- One can only hope.

Bail is set
at $1 million D bond--

- That's an insult
to these patriots.

- Let me finish.

From the bottom of my heart,

I want to thank you
for your service, gentleman.

Bail's still a million smackers.

Call the next case.

- Hang tight, guys.
Nothing to worry about.

You seem rather confident
about a case

that's purely circumstantial.

Where's your motive?

- Ask your clients.

- What did you make of Olson?

- His flag-waving will play
a lot better with the jury

than Judge Emerson.

- I don't know, Peter.
That "God and country" routine--

sometimes my eyes glaze over.

- Careful.
We have a vet upstairs.

- Do you think Soto and Benjamin
will tell their lawyer

about Operation Omega?

- We'll see.

If Olson comes in begging
for a plea deal, he knows.

If he wets his khakis when we
screen the video for him, he--

- Peter Stone?

- That's right.
- We're seeking to enforce

a writ of replevin
against you and your office.

- Nice to meet you, too.

- Mary Graziano.
U.S. Department of Justice,

National Security Division.

- I haven't heard the words
"writ of replevin"

since law school.
What's this all about?

- You have classified material

that belongs
to the United States government.

We want it back.

See you in federal court
tomorrow, Mr. Stone,

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- How did the DOJ find out
you had this video?

- My money's on an employee
in the tech company

that did the decryption for us.

- Not that it matters
at this point.

- It matters to me.

Maybe you should've been the one
to tell them.

Is the government aware
that this footage is

from Operation Omega?

- It seems that way.
What's unclear is

whether they know the SEAL team
botched the mission.

- So, this could come as a shock
to the powers that be.

- Or a leak. And a cover-up
that began two years ago.

- You think the Navy spun
the story that went public?

- As opposed
to an honest mistake?

- That sounds pretty cynical,
Peter.

- Weapons of mass destruction,
Iran-Contra, the Gulf of Tonkin.

- Those names should be
a warning to you.

You've stepped into something
way bigger than your pay grade.

- I do like to hear the truth
from my public officials,

but I don't have
an axe to grind here.

- Really?
Because I see sparks flying.

- I just want to be able
to prove my murder case.

- You're litigating
against the Justice Department

in federal court.

If your murder case hangs
on this video,

lots of luck.

- Thanks for the pep talk, Boss.

- The video in question
was recorded

by an active duty sailor.

It's property of the Navy.

Neither Mr. Stone
nor his co-council have

the necessary security clearance
to watch this video,

much less possess it.

- We can't put the rain
back in the sky.

We didn't have any inkling
of its contents

before we watched it.

For all we knew, it could've
been a "Three Stooges" clip.

- Oh, well,
that would be amusing,

but for the fact this video
contradicts

the official statements
about Operation Omega.

It could embarrass
the executive branch

and have repercussions
on our foreign policy.

- So, let me propose
a simple remedy:

Mr. Stone, hand over the video,
destroy all copies,

and keep your mouth shut.

- But this video is
a critical piece of evidence

in a homicide case.
- How so?

- The victim was
a former Navy SEAL

from the Omega mission.

He was murdered to prevent
him writing

a tell-all book
about the operation.

Once I introduce the video
into evidence, it's all yours.

- And by the following morning,
the story will be click-bait

for every media outlet
from here to Vladivostok.

- Would you concede, Mr. Stone,
there are more important

national concerns at stake here

than one local murder case?

- Here's one:

the government shouldn't
deceive us

about what our military does
in foreign lands.

Transparency breeds trust
in our institutions.

And this federal judiciary has
courageously upheld these values

in turbulent times--
Watergate, the Pentagon Papers--

- With all due respect
to Mr. Stone,

if we start allowing local
officials to become the arbiters

of whether classified items
are made public,

that's a national security
nightmare

I can't begin to imagine.

- I see your point,
Ms. Graziano.

Thank you both
for your thoughtful arguments.

You'll have my decision
tomorrow.

- So, you think we have a shot?

- Oh, I'm not that optimistic.

The DOJ has
home court advantage.

- Peter killed it in court,
though.

I was ready to bust out
into "Masters of War."

- Don't recruit me for The
Weather Underground just yet.

I said what I had to say
to try and get justice

for Trevor Nichols
and his family.

- You know,
if we lose the video,

it wouldn't be
the end of the world.

- Talk to me.

- Mike Soto went out with Mia
until Trevor stole her away.

Soto arrives
at the bachelor party.

He's jealous.
He tries to use bikini girl

to blow up the engagement.

- And when that doesn't work,
Soto confronts Trevor,

things get out of hand.

- It's not the best hand
at the table,

but I'll play it if I have to.

- The government asserts
a broad principle:

national security
should always carry the day.

Mr. Stone has also made
a lofty claim:

honesty and transparency
are paramount.

So, let's look
at the fine print.

Should the truth about
Operation Omega come to light,

the Government can point to
no individual

who will be harmed,
no American soldier or sailor

who will be endangered.

On the other hand,
the People of Illinois will

likely see two murderers
elude justice

simply because the Navy
wants to perpetuate a lie.

The Government's application for
a writ of replevin is denied.

- I got to say
I did not see that coming.

- Chalk one up
for the underdogs.

Good news.
The writ was denied.

The video is in.

- Except you're not
going to use it.

- What?

- You heard me.

- Why?

- Personal experience
has taught me

military secrets
should stay secret.

- With all due respect, just
because you served in Vietnam

doesn't give you a monopoly
on national security protocol.

- In my office, it does.

When I walked into the jungle,

I knew that as long as I stayed
on mission,

the folks up the chain
of command had my back,

and if there was something
that they wanted

to keep out of the public eye,

there was a damn good reason
for it.

- There's never a good reason
to veil the truth.

- Then why not open
your case files

to every defense lawyer
you face?

I'll tell you why not:
because it's war.

You do not give aid and comfort
to the enemy,

unless you're a misguided fool
like Edward Snowden.

- I do not accept your analogy.

- Then maybe
you can accept this:

if you value your rights
and your freedoms,

sometimes you have
to ask men and women

to go to far-away battlefields
to die for them.

And if you ask
your fellow Americans

to risk their lives
for your liberties,

then you don't get
to second-guess it all

after the fact.

- You realize this would
probably cost us our case.

- I don't give a damn.

- I do.

I didn't come here to cling
to tired bromides

that allow killers to go free.

- Then you have a choice,
don't you?

Do what I'm telling you,
or find a new job.

.

- Mr. Stone?

- It's Peter.
Thanks for coming.

- What's on your mind?

- Came to pay my respects.

- Could've done that
at the house.

- There's also something
I thought you should know

about Trevor.

- If it's something
I'd rather not hear--

- The Navy didn't tell you
the truth about Omega.

Trevor didn't either.

- I'm sure there are things he
wanted to tell me but couldn't.

- He was about to go public.

He was gonna embarrass
a lot of people,

including his friends,

destroy careers, maybe.

- So, that's
why you arrested Mike and Jake?

- This secret the Navy kept
from you--

from everybody,

we can't reveal it
at their trial,

so there's a strong likelihood
they won't be convicted.

- I understand.

- You do?

- You never served, did you?

My son joined up because he felt
there was a cause

more important
than his own life.

- Those ideals--
he came to realize they weren't

all they were cracked up to be.

- That's not how I see it.

- He was writing a book that
defied his chain of command.

- Every soldier needs a way to
let go of the weight he carries.

Trevor found his way.

Doesn't mean I have to agree
with it.

- Do you even want to know
what it was gonna say?

- No.

I don't.

- Peter?
- Bought you a coffee.

Tall Americano.

- Thanks.

- Tell me what you think
of this:

there's no reason this video
has to go to the DOJ

right this minute.

- Why torture yourself?

- The defendants were present
when the video was shot,

so there's no national security
issue when they watch it.

- When?

Jefferies won't let you put it
into evidence.

- Mike Soto doesn't know that.

- I don't know.
Peter...

maybe it's better
just to let it go.

- And let these two killers
walk away scot-free?

Olson has a huge conflict
of interest.

Let's divide and conquer.

- Where'd you get that?

- Let's not get hung up
on details.

We know you and Jake Benjamin
killed Trevor Nichols.

That explains why.

If his book came out,
you'd be exposed

as the screw-ups
who killed Dr. Carter

and left her body
to God-knows-what indignity,

and when a jury sees this,

they'll realize you had every
reason to kill your best friend

and destroy his manuscript.

The reason you're sitting here
instead of Mr. Benjamin

is I'm pretty sure he was
calling the shots that night,

like he did in the Ukraine.

15 years
if you testify against him

instead of the 60 to life you'll
get if you're convicted.

- Mia Skyped me a few months
before the bachelor weekend.

She showed me the engagement
ring that Trevor bought her.

I asked where Trevor got money
for a rock like that.

She said he was being paid
to write a book

about his time in the Navy.

- What, if anything, did you do
with that information?

- I called Jake.

He and I both got so angry
about it,

we just couldn't let it go.

- Why not, Mr. Soto?

- We take a solemn pledge.
It's called the SEAL Code:

"I do not advertise
the nature of my work,

nor seek recognition
for my actions."

- And what did you decide to do
about Trevor's book?

- Jake said that we had
to talk him out of it.

- What if he wouldn't listen
to you?

- Jake said
that wasn't an option.

- What did you take that
to mean?

- I wasn't sure.

- What did you
take that to mean, Mr. Soto?

- That if Trevor wouldn't
follow the code,

we would have to take matters
into our own hands.

- By killing him?

- As a last resort,
yes, sir.

We both thought it best
to talk to him in person,

so we waited till we got here
in Chicago.

- And what happened
when you got here?

- We all went out partying.

At the end of the night,
we all went our separate ways,

but later on, Jake and I went
back to Trevor's house.

- Did Trevor know
you were coming?

- Negative. We both left
our cell phones behind,

we jogged over to his place,
and we broke in.

- And then what happened?
- We woke Trev up,

told him he needed
to kill the book,

that it went
against the SEAL Code

and everything
that we stood for.

He said that he wouldn't
back down now,

that the book was
the right thing to do,

and that he'd already given away
some of the money.

And that's when Trevor grabbed
a kitchen knife, and...

That's when things got
out of hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Nichols,
I am so sorry.

I loved Trevor
like he was my brother. I--

- Please tell the jury exactly
what occurred next.

- Jake and I disarmed him.

I held Trevor back

as Jake picked up the knife
off the floor,

and all of a sudden,
Jake spun around

and landed a kill strike
to Trevor's thigh,

to his femoral artery,
just like they trained us to do.

Then we took the knife,

Trevor's laptop,
the book pages,

a couple other things to make it
look like a robbery,

and we--we just left Trevor
there on the floor,

and we got the hell
out of there.

- You made a plea bargain
with Mr. Stone

for a lighter sentence,
didn't you?

- That's right.

- Did you inform him
that you had a personal motive

to kill your friend Trevor?

- What do you mean?

- Well, he was marrying
your ex-girlfriend,

Mia Jones, correct?
- Yes, but--

- Did you tell Mr. Stone that
you're still in love with Mia

before he offered you the deal
of the century?

- Objection
to that characterization.

- Rephrase, Mr. Olson.

- You're still in love with her,
aren't you?

- No, that's not true.

Mia and Trev,
they're perfect for one another.

- Isn't it a fact
that you told my client

that you hated Trevor
for stealing Mia?

- No, sir, it's not.
- And that you would

do everything in your power

to stop their impending
marriage?

- Jake's lying.

How could you
talk all this crap, man?

- Just answer the question,
Mr. Soto.

- In fact, you went there alone
and stabbed him to death

because the thought of Trevor
and Mia together enraged you.

- It wasn't about Mia.
It was about the Ukraine.

- Ukraine? The simple fact is
that you got a sweetheart deal

for killing your friend
in a jealous rage.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

- Tell us what you meant
by the Ukraine, Mr. Soto.

- Objection to this distraction,
Your Honor.

- Mr. Olson opened the door.
- Overruled.

The witness may answer.

- I can't.
I'm not supposed to.

- We have heard
all about your SEAL Code,

but you swore an oath when you
took that witness stand.

- Jake, Trevor, and I were
on Operation Omega

in Ukraine two years ago.

We were part of
a Navy SEAL team sent there

to rescue a doctor who'd been
kidnapped by some rebels there.

- And what happened
on the operation?

- The mission went all wrong.

Dr. Carter and two of our guys
were killed.

- By the rebels?

- The SEALs were, yes,

but it was Trevor that shot
and killed Dr. Carter.

Trevor mistook her
for an enemy fighter,

ripped off half a dozen rounds
or so...

And that's when the ambush went
down and all hell broke loose.

The Navy covered it all up.

They told some story
about how we were all heroes

when the truth was
Omega was a total train wreck.

- You swore on direct
that Trevor was writing a book?

- He was gonna tell how the Navy
lied to cover up the operation.

- Is that why you and Jake
killed Trevor?

- Objection!
- Withdrawn.

- Can I please answer that,
Your Honor?

- Overruled.

- Jake and I both agreed
that it wasn't right

that Trevor was gonna get rich
off the backs

of our dead brothers
and piss all over the code.

After everyone pumps you up
and thanks you for your service

and tells you
what a big hero you are,

you're supposed to keep quiet

and try to forget
what really happened,

but Trevor couldn't do that.

He couldn't live with the shame.

Maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe he just wanted
to set the record straight

so he could make peace
with what he did.

- On the count
of first-degree murder,

the jury finds
the defendant guilty.

On the count of home invasion,

the jury finds
the defendant guilty.

On the count of conspiracy
to commit first-degree murder,

the jury finds
the defendant guilty.

- I hope you realize
I didn't have a choice.

- The choice was,
"No redirect, Your Honor."

- Our case was slipping away.

- Whether that's true
is debatable.

Either way,

you made an end run
around my wishes.

- If you want my letter of
resignation, I have one ready.

- Tear it up.
I'm not vindictive.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations
on being right...

but you're wrong.

- Old Town, Gold Coast,

they plow so good
you don't even know it snowed.

- My damn street looks
like a hockey rink.

- Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the last time you drove
a car,

The Fridge played for the Bears
and an actor was president.

- Heh.
Back to the future, right?

- What do you have
to take the chill off?

- You didn't have to drop by
to check on me, Mr. Jefferies.

- Mark.

Join me?

- Why the hell not?

To better days.

- Better days.

I had a visitor on Sunday.

Buffed-up Rear Admiral
from Annapolis.

- For your son?

- He presented me with Trevor's
medals in a black leather box.

Kid sent 'em back.

You still have yours?

- I threw them away years ago.
I hated the damn things.

Couldn't look at them
without thinking

about some of the things
I saw...

and did.

- 50 years, and I still can't
talk about it.

- Maybe it's time, Grant.

Maybe it's time.

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