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Some things you think are buried deep...

until they rise to the surface.

Looks like he was in the water a while.

Lieutenant junior grade Eric Reed.

Assistant supply officer on the usns endeavor bay.

He was reported missing this morning.

Ship was still at sea?

No, they came into port last night.

Body was discovered later this morning

caught in the Fender lines.

Crew untangled the body, moved it here.

Who's that?

Vera had him come by. He's with the Panama office.

They're working a case

she thought could be connected to this.

You know how she's,

spearheading that intra-agency thing?

Trying to get all the different nis offices

to have better communication?

Anyway, his name is Dwayne pride.

I hadn't seen that face in 11 years.

But after what happened,

it was a face I'd never forget.

To your mom.

Yeah.

Miss her so damn much.

Couple more, Benny.

It's Bobby, dad. Remember?

Let's call it. I ship out at 0500 tomorrow.

- No, I'm... - It's my wedding anniversary.

And I'd like one more.

- Your mom -loved New Orleans. - I know, dad.

- You said. - Before you were born,

we'd come down here at least once a year.

Hey, fellas, how about playing.

- "I'll be seeing you"? - Dad, come on.

Come on, what?

It was your mom's favorite song, and I'd like to hear it.

- Benny? - No, he's good.

Now, you quit being a killjoy.

Hey! Hey.

- Dad. - Hey, buddy.

Hey, you hear me? Hey...

Hey, you guys know, "I'll be seeing you"?

Sorry, brother. We don't take requests.

Wow. This is my anniversary, see,

and my wife's dead...

Hey!

Stay down if you know what's good for you.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You all right?

Dwayne pride, Jefferson parish sheriff's deputy.

You guys go around punching old men?

He was just asking for a song.

I didn't want this escalating to where I'd have to cuff him.

If he's your dad, you need to get your family in check.

Don't talk about my family.

Y'all are cut from the same cloth?

Aw, great.

What the heck are they tossing you out for?

He hit you.

You okay?

- Piano player's a prick. - Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

You know him?

Yeah.

Special agent Dwayne pride.

This is Leroy Gibbs,

but you two know each other already,

- right? - No, I don't think so.

I never forget a face.

You know,

back when I was a deputy down in New Orleans...

I saw a robber fleeing a liquor store.

Two years later to the day, I see him sitting

across the field from me at a saints game,

and I arrested him on the spot.

Saints took it 48-42, overtime.

- This poor bastard? - No kidding...

Anger's a funny thing.

You tell yourself you've moved past it.

But it's like a riptide.

Looks calm on the surface till it drags you under.

Here you go. That's him.

When did you realize lieutenant jg Reed was missing?

At roll call after we got into port. He didn't show.

We initiated a search of the ship, but found no sign of him.

We were worried he might have fallen overboard,

so we called in the coast guard, but their search came up empty.

When's the last time y'all had eyes on him?

- Chow, last night. - Did the lieutenant

have problems with anybody on the ship?

Not that I know of. Kept to himself.

- He was pretty well liked. - How many on board?

Twelve Navy, 43 civilians.

Gonna need to talk to all of 'em.

- What? - Well, most the crew's on Liberty.

Not due back until tomorrow.

You got a dead sailor,

and you sent the crew on their merry way?

We didn't even know he was missing

till most of 'em were already gone.

Find them. Get them back here.

We need a statement from every person that was on this ship.

Hey, guys. Quick update for you before you get down there.

So that guy pride who just showed up here?

Gibbs took one look at him and literally said,

"son of a bitch."

Not to him, but, like, about him, under his breath.

Yeah, clearly, there's some bad blood there.

But pride has no idea

'cause he doesn't even remember meeting Gibbs,

even though he never forgets a face.

Got an update on the case, ran do?

Not really. How about you guys?

Reed didn't have any enemies.

We don't know if someone pushed him

or if he fell overboard accidentally.

Got blood here.

It's right here on the side of his head.

Looks like there's something in his pocket.

You mind if I take a look?

- Here, let me. - Yeah, sure. Get in there.

You're Dan mclane's guy, ain't you?

Sure am.

I saw him give a speech once at fletc.

Hell of a speech.

Yeah, sounds like him.

Got a bunch of papers in here.

Looks like pages from a cargo manifest.

- Water got to 'em good. - Can you read 'em?

Well, you can just make out this bit here.

Looks like tcn numbers.

Every pallet of cargo on the ship has one.

Cargo manifests are 40 or 50 pages.

Why's he only got a couple of sheets?

Well, it feels like the kind of question needs answering.

Yeah, that's why she asked it.

Probie, what are you doing just standing there?

Get this thing bagged, get it to Woody.

Giddyup.

There you go.

You know, that cargo manifest is interesting,

'cause me and my boss... we've been working a case

the past few months.

Smuggling ring out of Panama.

Some bad seeds are moving stolen military hardware

through some Navy cargo routes.

Is that why Vera brought you out here?

Strickland? Yeah, she checks in from time to time,

looking for info to link with your office.

She's real good with the linking.

So you think this guy ties into your smuggling ring?

Well, it depends how he died.

Well... Not gonna be much debate there.

This blow to the back of the skull was no accident.

Someone smashed in his head and tossed him overboard.

Mary Jo, where is everyone?

Conference room.

Vera's up there leading an information office exchange

between us and the two Panama guys.

What, there's two of 'em now?

Yeah, one of them's very charming.

His name's Dwayne.

Isn't that a great name? Did you meet him?

Who's the other guy?

You know, I am so proud of Vera.

She had this idea to bring all of the nis offices together,

and now she's up there doing it.

By the way, have you seen Dalton basement's letter opener?

He's called me ten times today asking me if I've seen it.

Heads up. Incoming.

Don't ask me what's in it.

I just took a bunch of stuff from the fridge

and put it in a tortilla.

We got to get up there or Vera's gonna get pissed.

I told her we had zero time to eat, but she didn't care.

Who's the other guy with pride?

Hey, did Randy tell you

he's doing that stand-up comedy class?

Yeah. Yeah, he's gonna practice on us

tomorrow night at daly's, right?

Yeah. He wants you to bring Diane.

He didn't want to ask you himself

because he doesn't want you to feel obligated to bring her.

But he'll get too nervous if junie is there,

and he needs a female opinion on his set.

- You're going, aren't you? - Yeah.

But he said I'm not a normal female.

I took it as a compliment.

Who's this other guy from Panama?

Pride's boss. Name's Dan mclane.

He's the one who Franks heard give that speech at fletc.

Franks thinks he's really cool.

I've never seen Franks think anybody is cool

besides himself.

Melvin, listen, don't worry about the suspenders.

You got to take the safety off first.

- Take the safety off! - You're late.

Tell-tell him how

we ended up back in New Orleans, then.

- New Orleans. - New Orleans.

- I got to hear about this. - Okay.

Franks thinks these guys are cool.

Both of them? He thinks pride's cool too?

Well, he thinks mclane is cool, so, pride by association.

Yeah, well... Okay, gentlemen, let's get started.

I bet y'all had a neck full of beads and everything.

Did that, brother.

Franks!

Shut the hell up. I'm talking.

- Ooh. - Okay, so,

the memo in front of you details the combined information

we learned from the ship this morning,

along with what pride and mclane dug up in Panama.

So, as you can see...

Yeah, this case we've been working the last few months.

They move stolen military hardware

- through naval cargo routes. - Yeah.

I told 'em. See, it's right here in the memo.

Well, then, how about you quit griping

and expand on that, probie?

Well, I inspected the ship from top to bottom.

All the cargo was accounted for,

and there was no indication of any naughty stuff on the ship.

So you were wrong about the cargo manifest

in Reed's pocket meaning something?

"Wrong" is a harsh word this early on, don't you think?

I was just asking a question.

Yeah, I know.

And I was just leaning in

to find out what you're eating.

So it's possible that our dead sailor has nothing

to do with your smuggling ring, then.

What are you being so callous for in front of company, probie?

The victim had a name.

Lieutenant junior grade Eric Reed.

Okay, so, lot of weird energy here

for reasons I don't give a crap about.

What is the information we can share?

Randy's at forensics.

The manifest was pretty waterlogged,

but they're seeing if they can pull anything off it.

- There you go, lala. Good. - Excuse me a minute.

I'll just be back in two shakes, and I'll be done

reading this helpful memo by the time I get back.

Okay, great.

Vera, what else you got for us? Mclane ain't got all day.

Okay, so, if you look at section b,

you'll see that I have been communicating

with an agent from the L.A. office.

He's a numbers expert, auditing.

Think it's a good idea to bring him in on this, you know?

Follow the missing cargo.

Roy, where the hell are you going?

I'll be right back. I'll read this.

You need to have a talk with Roy about his manners.

All right.

Pride.

Vera's running a meeting up there.

You walk out, it's disrespectful.

Well, she didn't seem to have a problem with it.

You got something else on your mind, though, let's have it.

Did y'all put Mayo on yours or some of this steak sauce?

11 years ago, New Orleans.

Okay, there it is.

Clancy's bar.

You were looking sharp in your marine uniform.

I told you, I never forget a face.

What you did to my dad.

You're gonna walk around and pretend it didn't happen?

I never said it didn't happen.

I was just trying to save you the shame

of having to rehash it.

Plus I thought we were past it.

I know I am.

You know, life is a lot simpler

if you just go with the flow.

You sucker punched my father,

and you got him thrown out of the bar for no reason.

You humiliated him.

I punched him 'cause he took a swing at me first.

I threw him out 'cause he coldcocked my bass player

and was about to start wailing on the sax guy.

- No, that's not true. - Yeah, okay.

This steak sauce... pretty damn good.

Okay. What about noodles?

I mean, I don't find noodles inherently funny,

but I'm sure in the hands of a skilled comedian,

they could be mined for humor.

Ooh, what about something with science?

What are you talking about science for?

He's figuring out his comedy set for his practice at daly's.

No, I know that, Woody,

but why are you bringing science into it?

You know, I thought maybe I could, like, like,

like, "what's shaking?"

Like... "I'm sir Isaac Newton."

"Getting knocked on my ass

by a frickin' apple. Like, what?"

Science isn't funny, randolf.

Okay? Look around you.

Do you see anything in here that makes you want to laugh?

Nope.

Sorry.

He's very protective of sir Isaac in particular.

N-Noted.

I ran the waterlogged pages

through the lyophilizer to stabilize the fibers

and, shot them with infrared film.

And I actually ran the lyophilizer,

but I'm not gonna call him out on that

because you seem to have really triggered him.

The last time he was this pissed,

two people ended up in the er.

What are you whispering about, Woody?

Nothing.

These are all transport control numbers,

one for each pallet of cargo loaded on the ship.

Yeah, when we checked the ship's official manifest,

the pallets that are circled weren't on it.

- Someone made a fake manifest? - Yeah.

And basically made six pallets disappear.

Reed was the supply officer.

Maybe he figured that out, and someone killed him

- to keep him quiet. - Yeah.

Funny stuff, right?

Maybe put that in your little act.

Okay, Phil, take a breath, man.

No one needs to get hurt here.

- He made fun of sir Isaac, Woody. - Yeah.

- Sir Isaac. - Yeah, he's dead.

- Don't say that. - Okay, don't yell at me, man.

- He's a knight. - I don't have time for this today.

Some things should be off-limits, okay?

- That's your opinion. - It's a fact.

Could be, whoever doctored the manifest is your killer.

What was in the missing pallets?

Vera tracked down some audit guy from the L.A. office.

He did some digging, found out

the pallets were full of weapons.

Yeah, automatic rifles and grenade launchers

marked for refurbishment.

That's some serious firepower.

- The hell is that? - Sit down, cliff.

Our probies ain't seeing eye to eye for some reason,

but mclane and i... we're handling it together.

Lot of mutual respect happening between the two of us.

Ain't that right, Mac?

You mind if I call you Mac, like, as a nickname?

No, not at all.

We told Gibbs and pride

to squash whatever's going on with them.

- Squash it how? - Like men, cliff.

Sir, there's a source

in Panama telling me we got a middleman on this thing.

A group out of long beach

distributing military hardware through the docks.

We ain't got a name, just a location.

So what's the play?

Iding the seller's the only way

to shut down the ring and recover the missing arms.

So we approach the middleman,

use him to identify the seller.

- Approach the middleman how? - Truth is,

cliff, we're sitting pretty on that front.

We got a couple stallions out there.

We just need to rein 'em in, put 'em to work.

- I'll take care of this. You mind? - All you.

Probie!

- What? - What?

Whatever the hell's going on between you two, figure it out.

You're going undercover. Together.

All right, listen up, people!

Mclane's gonna talk now.

I need y'all to shut your traps and listen.

- Go ahead, Mac. - Thanks, Mike, appreciate that.

Okay, so the op's gonna pan out like this.

Pride and Gibbs are undercover,

posing as potential buyers for the arms.

I've got an established cover as an independent broker.

Nate Boudreaux.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

From New Orleans to Panama and back again,

whatever your precious heart desires, Nate's the guy

you call to make it happen.

Get off of my desk.

- You can sit at my desk. - No. He... he can...

Sit at Randy's.

The hell is ran do?

Talking to a couple sailors.

He tracked them down on Liberty.

Mike, you mind putting that out?

Been off nicotine six years.

My willpower's got about a ten-foot radius.

Yeah. Yeah, sure, no problem.

I've been, been meaning to quit anyways.

Right. All right, back to it.

So, we got pride as Nate Boudreaux.

Gibbs, a friend in D.C. helped us out

with an expedited backstop.

You're Boudreaux's buyer Leland Spears,

a disgruntled former marine with a bone to pick.

That doesn't sound like too much of a stretch, Leland.

All right, out of my way.

I got visual aids.

So, the place where you are going is a shipyard

called advance ship repair.

Owner is a guy named lev turrow.

And judging by the size of his neck,

I would say he's pretty muscly.

I'll tap in if he wants to arm-wrestle, then.

Actually, I won that, so...

I had you closer to the table

for a longer period of time, my brother.

Lala.

I was paying more attention to the joy on Randy's face.

Hey. Eyes up here.

Turrow's got a clean rep.

He's a defense contractor, does a lot of Navy work.

Which means he has access to the ports.

I confirmed with my audit guy

that turrow had trucks there yesterday.

Odds are, that's when the missing pallets got moved in.

You go in, you get the name of the seller, and you get out.

All right? Mike, randolf and I will be in the surveillance Van

with ears on you at all times.

You two are walking into a minefield.

You change your drawers, change your attitudes,

do whatever you got to do to get your heads right.

We roll out in an hour.

I'm gonna make me another one of those tortilla delights.

- You want one? - No.

Hey. I should be in the Van.

Randy's out doing interviews.

Yeah. Mac thinks you'd be a distraction.

Seriously, Mike?

I thought you and I were done with that crap.

Dominguez, the man gave the best speech I ever heard.

It was about living life in the line of fire.

Told this story about a partner he'd lost.

Had every one of us thinking about our own ghosts.

Entire room full of men sitting there, crying.

It ain't for me to question him.

You've reached still water general store.

Leave a message, we'll get back to you.

- Dad, it's me. - Pick up if you're there.

I need to ask you something

about when you came to see me that one time in New Orleans.

I'll call you later.

Hey, have you seen Dalton basement's

letter opener in here?

The man won't leave me alone about it.

Mary Jo, tell me the truth. Did I win at arm wrestling?

I don't know, honey. I was too busy

watching Randy cheer you both on at once.

Speaking of Randy, I can't make his practice set,

so he was wondering if you can bring Diane.

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe.

You got a problem bringing Diane to daly's?

No. I mean, it's just sort of our place, you know?

You're married now.

If I was you, I'd smarten up.

Look, I know Dwayne pride is getting under your skin,

but try to be the bigger man, okay?

Kowalski says you've got leadership potential.

Show us what you got, baby.

Vera needs you.

Well, what's Vera got to do with it?

This intra-agency thing is really important to her.

She's bringing in some agent from the L.A. office

to consult with y'all.

Just try to make sure those guys are supporting her on this.

Franks is so busy kissing mclane's butt,

he wouldn't see it a mile away.

He wouldn't see what?

When you get that much testosterone going in one place,

it's a problem.

A lady is bound to get left for dead.

We don't have a testosterone problem.

Gibbs, there you are.

One of the sailors I tracked down said

Reed created all the cargo manifests for the ship.

He said the only other person who had the authority

to change one is lieutenant chan.

The guy you talked to on the ship? We bringing him in?

No, he left on Liberty yesterday,

hasn't been seen since.

We put a bolo out. Lala's gonna hang back

and track him down while we do the undercover stuff.

Yeah, because mclane is a prick-hole who thinks

I will be a distraction in the Van.

- Testosterone problem. - Tell me about it.

Hey, have fun out there with, pride.

Don't kill each other.

Is pride giving you crap

'cause he won at arm wrestling?

You're bad.

What? You're bad.

Remember, iding the seller is our primary objective.

I know the objective.

You always this prickly?

All right, he looks a little trigger-happy.

Best to let me do the talking.

If I got something to say, I'll say it.

So you are always this prickly.

Wow.

Definitely one of Wheeler's all-time dumbest ideas,

putting these two undercover together.

I'm sensing it wasn't Wheeler's idea.

Can I just say, I don't think anyone in this Van is dumb?

Noodles are funny. Am I right?

You're embarrassing us.

So this is lev turrow?

He's the middleman that's gonna lead us to the seller?

Rando, shut up and let us listen, will you?

Copy that, boss.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Hoping to have a word with Mr. Turrow.

He expecting you?

Well, not expecting exactly,

but we done a few deals over the years.

Hoping to do another.

Arms out.

They're frisking them. Sure they won't feel the wires?

No chance. Had 'em sewn into the clothes.

This means turrow's probably on-site.

They're clean. Come on.

They're heading in.

We're losing eyes on 'em.

Don't worry. I ain't gonna light it.

You can stop there.

They said they know you.

Says we know each other.

I don't think that's true.

Well, the truth is,

we haven't been fortunate enough to meet face-to-face yet,

Mr. Turrow.

I'm Nate Boudreaux.

This is the man with the cash...

Leland Spears. His dad's an oil man.

Leland here was looking to do a little shopping.

Heard this was the place to get connected.

Is that so? Who told you that?

My friend Juan cabrero down in Panama.

Said you were the man to see.

You can check with him. He'll vouch for us.

Spiffy shirt, by the way.

What kind of stuff you guys looking for?

He's in the market for some heavy-duty surplus parts.

If it's portable and powerful,

you might even get a smile out of him.

Who's running this? You or her?

You got a problem, lady?

What's your guy doing?

You got some problem,

selling us the stuff we asked for?

I don't know you.

But I do know it seems like a stupid cop thing

to wear a gold chain

and expect me to believe you're an arms broker.

You said you would handle this.

You need to take a breath and settle down, man.

What are you gonna do about it?

You're losing it again for no reason, Spears.

You're the one that loses it.

He's worried it's going south,

trying to sell the cover.

- You're the one that gets... - Please. It's not like

I go around punching folks that don't deserve it.

Is this still part of the act?

Enough!

Get 'em apart.

What the hell's wrong with you two?

I just want the guns.

What for?

I got some friends.

We don't like the way things are going in this country.

- Look, you know Juan cabrero. - I'm telling you.

Just call him up.

- He'll vouch for me. - Yeah.

Let's hope I like what I hear.

Wait over there.

Go!

This goes bad, it's gonna go down fast.

No time for backup.

It's taking too long for her to make that call.

Don't worry.

My contact's solid. He'll vouch for me.

Look, I wasn't meaning to disrespect your daddy.

Maybe I saw a little of mine in him.

Who knows?

Mine is a mean drunk,

a cheat and a criminal, in case you were wondering.

I wasn't.

You gonna bring your new wife to Randy's thing tomorrow?

I got good ears.

I'm also pretty skilled at perceiving the unsaid.

For example, I'm perceiving an interesting type of vibe

between you and dominguez.

Maybe that makes you not want to put your wife

in the same room with her.

Wow.

Those are some super personal accusations

to say over the radio.

That's just pride. He doesn't mean any harm.

Gibbs ain't gonna sit back and take that, though.

You keep talking like that,

we're gonna have another problem.

Tell you what.

Peace offering.

I'm gonna share with you an age-old New Orleans secret.

It's the one thing that makes me a good husband.

- You're married? - Of course.

Linda and I are... We're in it for the long haul.

Here's the secret to making it work.

We go with the flow.

Nate Boudreaux.

Your guy cabrero checks out.

Says you're a man to be trusted.

My seller agreed to a meeting.

My truck is out front.

You can follow me there.

It's a hike.

Secure the gear, boys. We're on the move.

All right, Dalton.

I'm gonna pick you up a new letter opener.

I understand you prefer the...

Dalton, we're done with the letter opener.

No, you stay in the basement, you hear me?

Do not come up here to discuss it.

And this is the head of everything, Mary Jo Hayes.

Special agent Felix betts.

Welcome.

How are things up at the L.A. office?

Well, i-i, I-I couldn't say for the whole office.

I-I... you know how it goes.

I just focus on the numbers. Audits.

- That sort of thing. - Felix thinks the same method

used to make those six pallets disappear

has been used on other ships.

Well, no, th-that-that-that's just a theory so far.

I still got to prove it on paper.

Listen, it was a long drive.

I need to hit the head.

Yeah.

It is down here to the right.

Okay.

Sometimes you try to picture certain people getting laid.

And you just can't.

Look at you.

I'm so proud of you.

Your intra-agency thing is really working.

Yeah, you know, least it doesn't cost anything yet,

so it can't get defunded like my profiling program.

Hey, that wasn't on you. You know how

Barrett is with his budget cuts.

I know. It's just, my aunt Gloria used to say,

"one person has the power to change things."

And she was talking about me when she said it.

Of course she's the only one

who ever said things like that to me.

But, still, she was super loud,

so I figured it has to count double, right?

Well, I'll say it, too.

Mark my words, this time next year,

they're gonna be promoting you to lead your own team.

You think so?

Ms. Mary Jo.

And, Vera, I-I found this, letter opener

on top of the paper towel dispenser.

It looks pretty upscale, so I figured

- someone might be missing it. - See?

I'm telling you, he's the man that hunts down missing crap.

Let's go, look for some missing cargo.

- Okay. - Hey.

Mps located lieutenant chan.

They're bringing him in now.

He's the guy you think altered that cargo manifest?

I'm about to find out.

You want in on this interrogation?

I'm-I'm fine to be left alone with my papers.

Let's go break this guy.

I already told you what I know.

I don't get why I had to come in.

I was on my first real leave in months.

I'm sorry to interrupt your vacation

with our murder investigation.

That's not what I meant.

I just don't understand why I'm here.

I think you do, Paul.

I think you know exactly why you're here.

- This your signature? - Yeah.

Signing off on cargo manifests is part of my duties.

This is the original manifest with Reed's signature.

See those circles?

Those are six pallets of weapons.

And they're missing.

Nowhere to be found on the ship

or on this manifest you doctored.

I didn't. Someone must have forged my signature.

Maybe.

Or maybe you got in deep, didn't know how to climb out.

Lieutenant, you don't strike me as dirty.

If somebody pulled you in, now's the time to say who.

Or maybe you're dirty as hell.

And Reed found out what you were doing,

so you bashed in his skull and tossed him overboard.

Yeah, Vera, that makes sense given what we know.

We should pursue that route.

Yeah. Put his ass away for good, right?

Yeah, that would be the outcome.

It wasn't me. I'd never hurt anyone.

Then who was it, Paul?

That's your signature on the altered manifest.

He had photos of my family.

He threatened to hurt them if I didn't do what he said.

Who, Paul?

Captain Ellis.

He runs the whole operation.

When Reed found out what he was doing, Ellis killed him.

He's saying our killer is captain Ellis?

This guy from the ship?

He seemed like such a sweetheart.

- And you believe him? - Yeah,

we're on our way to pick up Ellis now.

But unless he confesses,

we won't have anything to hold him on.

It'd be his word against chan's.

All right, we're about to get an ID on the seller.

Let me know when you got Ellis.

I don't like it.

Ellis knows Gibbs and pride.

Saw 'em at the crime scene.

I think we should pull the plug on this

until he's in custody.

No, no, not till they ID the seller.

We got to get 'em all.

They're heading in.

Wait here.

Glad we could make this work.

Imagine you get a nice little commission out of it, too.

You talk too much.

Couldn't agree more.

He wants you frisked again.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

But we're not carrying, I promise.

See? We good?

Can we go in now?

No, it's too risky.

I'm pulling the plug on it.

It's too late. They're in.

Niall.

Niall, they're here.

Ship's captain.

We got to get out now.

They're feds!

Go! Let's go! We'll come around, approach from the south.

Copy.

Once them boys see us, they're gonna unload.

We got to...

They see us, boss.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

There's-there's got to be another exit.

Not one we can make it to.

Not with that attitude.

Franks and them are gonna be bringing in the cavalry.

We just need to hold on.

We stay put, we're dead.

There might be a way out up there.

If I can create a distraction,

you think you can make it to those stairs?

Depends on the quality of the distraction.

Go.

- When I move, lay down fire. - Copy.

Let's go.

Rando!

Let's go!

Nis! Drop it!

- Federal agents! - Drop your weapon on the ground!

- Drop it on the ground! - Hands! Show me your hands! Weapon.

Back of the vehicle.

Go. Go!

- On me. Good? Yeah? - Yeah, good.

We good?

- Federal agents! - Drop it! Federal agents!

Good god, Dwayne.

I'm okay.

No, I'm, I'm okay.

I already had my momentum going

when I saw you guys come in.

Couldn't-couldn't stop it.

You saying you meant to do that?

Pretty awesome.

Not bad.

Yeah, not bad.

Okay, I need you all to scooch in a little.

Give me your best badass investigator face.

Agent pride, could I have a little more grin,

less grimace?

Busted up my ankle, bud. Doing the best I can.

The hell is this?

Wheeler didn't talk to you?

Sir, what's happening in there?

Orders came down from regional director Barrett himself.

They're spinning your intra-office idea

into something that's press-friendly.

They're calling it the fed five.

- What? What do you mean "five"? - Well, Franks,

mclane, Gibbs, pride and Felix betts.

They'll be the face of this intra-office thing.

Felix betts?

I'm the one who brought him in.

And the only thing he has done since

is find a freaking letter opener.

I mean, why not at least Randy? He was there, too.

I'm sorry, strickland. Barrett just liked these optics.

Optics, my ass!

We can hear you, Vera.

Then get out here and look me in the eye

and admit what you did.

Sorry, Vera.

They didn't give us a choice.

Yeah. Like he said, Barrett came up

with the name fed five and thought it was catchy.

It ain't gonna be nothing but a little article in the paper.

Come on, Vera.

Barrett said if we wouldn't take the picture,

he'd find five other guys who would.

I figured you'd rather keep it close to home at least.

Aw, hell.

You got to be kidding me.

Lala said you were quitting because of mclane,

but I thought she was joking.

The man gave a hell of a speech.

Grown men was crying.

Wake up, man. You're acting like a damn bonehead.

She out here whining about not being in the picture?

She's standing right here.

Okay. Well, then, you're dismissed.

Hey, she ain't yours to dismiss.

Whatever you say.

Speech wasn't that good.

- Dominguez! - Yeah?

You should have been in the Van with us.

I was jonesing for a smoke, wasn't thinking straight.

Vera knock some sense into you?

Yeah. Mclane's a prick-hole.

Yeah, Roger that.

I got your message, son.

I was planning to call you back in the morning.

Yeah, I thought maybe I'd catch you now.

What are you thinking about New Orleans for?

That piano player that punched you,

did you take a swing first?

Hell yeah, I did.

After you got tossed,

I tried to take out the whole damn band.

Yeah.

What are you asking me about that for, anyway?

That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah, it was.

Dad, I'll call you back.

Hey, pride.

Thanks for jumping from the rafters to try to save me.

Try? I saved your ass, brother.

Least that's how the story's gonna go when I tell my wife

and every Tom, dick and Harry in New Orleans.

Good luck with the wife.

Remember, go with the flow.

Pride told me that I made things harder

than they needed to be.

He told me that I worried too much about what was gonna happen

instead of just living with whatever came my way.

I wasn't really a "go with the flow" kind of guy.

But what he said made sense.

Diane, this is lala.

I feel like I know you already from those

interrogation tapes Leroy watched nonstop for weeks.

I promise you, I'm not always like that.

You were incredible.

You owned that room.

I need some of that for my new job in L.A.

Randy was telling me about that.

So you decided to take it?

No, not officially.

They're giving me a couple weeks to decide.

Check, check. Checkity-check.

Whoa.

All right, here we go. Let's go find some spots.

Who's ready for some comedy?

- Hello, daly's! - Hi, Randy!

Hey, no heckling. Just kidding. Love you, Vera.

So...

noodles. Am I right?

Yeah, Randy!

Nobody looks cool eating them.

Immediately, we all become human

vacuum cleaners, just...

It's like, is that guy eating, or is he fighting an octopus?

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