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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

Bay. He was reported missing this
morning.

Ship is 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?

Oh, 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

offices to better communication?

Anyway, his name is Dwayne Pride.

I haven't seen that face in 11 years.

But after what happened, it was a faith
I'd never forget.

To your mom.

This is so damn much.

Couple more, Benny.

It's Bobby, Dad.

Remember?

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

It's my wedding anniversary.

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?

That's your mom's favorite song.

And I'd like to hear it.

Benny. He's good.

Now you quit being a killjoy.

Hey. Hey, Dad.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you hear me?

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

Sorry, brother.

We don't take requests.

Wow. This is my anniversary to see you.

My wife's dead. Oh.

Hey!

Stay down.

I know it's good for you. What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You all right? It's Wayne Pratt.

Jefferson Parish, he said.

You guys go around punching old men? He
was just asking for a song. I didn't

want this escalating where I had 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 cuffing the same cloth, huh?

What the heck are they tossing you out
for? He hit you.

You okay?

The piano player's a prick.

Yeah.

Son

of

a bitch.

You know him?

Yeah.

Special Agent Dwayne Pratt.

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 arrest him on the
spot.

Saints took it 48 -42 overtime.

That was poor bastard, huh? No kidding.
Anger is 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 J .G.
Reid was missing?

At roll call after he 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?

Child, 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 them.

What? Well, most of the crew's on
liberty. Not due back until tomorrow.

You got a dead sailor and you set the
crew on their merry way? We didn't even

know he was missing until most of them
were already gone.

Find them. Get them back here. We need a
statement from every person that was on

the ship.

Oh, hey, guys.

Quick update for you before you get down
there. The guy Pride who just showed up

here, Gibbs took one look at him and
literally said, I'm a bitch.

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

Yeah. Clearly there's some bad blood
there, but Pryde has no idea because he

doesn't even remember meeting Gibbs,
even though he never forgets his face.

Got an update on the cage, Randall?

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 someone in his
pocket. You mind if I take a look?

Yeah, sure.

Get in there.

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

Sure am.

I saw him give a speech once at Fletsy.
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 him good.

Didn't you read them?

Well, he can just make out this bit
here.

It looks like TCN numbers.

Every pile of cargo on the ship has one.

Cargo manifests are 40 or 50 pages.

Why has he only got a couple of sheets?

Well, it feels like the kind of question
he's answering.

Yeah, that's why she asked it.

Brobie, what are you doing just standing
there?

Get this thing back. Get it to Woody.

Giddy up.

There you go.

You know, that cargo manifest is
interesting.

It's me and my boss. We've been working
a case the past few months. Smuggling

ring out of Panama.

Bad seeds are moving stolen military
hardware through some Navy cargo routes.

Is that why Vera brought you out here?

Strictly. Yeah, she checks in from time
to time looking for info to link with

your office.

She's real good with linking.

So you think this guy ties into your
smuggling ring? Well, it depends how he

died. Well, not going to be much debate
there.

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

Someone smashed it in his head and
tossed him overboard.

Hey, Joe.

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 them 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.

Now she's up there doing it. Oh, by the
way, have you seen Dalton Basement's

letter opener?

He's called me ten times today, asking
me if I've seen him. 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 gotta 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 it
tomorrow night at Daily'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

to bring her, but he'll get too nervous
if June is there and he needs a female

opinion on the 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 McClain. He's the one who
Frank said give that speech at Flutzy.

Frank thinks he's really cool.

I've never seen Franks think anybody's
cool besides himself.

Don't worry about the suspenders. You've
got to take the safety off first.

You've got to take the safety off. Tell
him that we're back in New Orleans.

Oh, New Orleans. Oh, you've got to hear
this.

Franks thinks these guys are cool.

Both of them?

He thinks Pride's cool, too?

Well, he thinks McClane's cool, so Pride
by association.

Okay,

gentlemen, let's get started.

I bet y 'all had a neck full of beads
and everything. You did that, brother.

Yeah.

Oh, Frank!

Shut the hell up, I'm talking.

Okay, so, the memo in front of you
details the combined information we

from the ship this morning, along with
what Pride and McClain dug up in Panama.

So, as you can see... Yeah, the K's have
been working the last few months. They

moved stolen military hardware through
naval cargo routes.

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

Well, then how about you quit griping
and expand on that, Proby?

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

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. 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, bro? The victim had a

name. Lieutenant Junior Grade Eric Reed.

Okay.

So, a lot of weird energy here for
reasons I don't give a crap about.

What is the information we can share?

Brandy, is that forensics?

The manifest was pretty waterlogged, but
they're seeing if they can pull

anything off it. There you go, Lala.

Ah, it's good.

Excuse me a minute. I'll just be back in
two shakes. I'll be done reading this

helpful memo by the time I get back.

Okay, great.

Vera, what else you got for us? The
plane ain't gone all day.

Okay, so if you look at section B,
you'll see that I have been

with an agent from the L .A. office.

He's a numbers expert, auditing. I 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 that.

You didn't have to talk with Roy about
it, Manners.

Mm -hmm.

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.

Y 'all put mayo on yours or some of the
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.

But 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
because he took a swing at me first.

I threw him out because he cold cocked
my bass player and was about to start

wailing on the sax guy. That's not true.

Yeah, okay.

This shake 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. I know that, Woody,

but why are you bringing science into
it?

You know, I thought maybe I could, like,
like, like, why shake it? Like,

I'm surprising Newton.

Getting knocked on my ass by a frickin'
apple?

Like, what?

Science has been funny, Randolph.

Okay, look around you. See anything in
here that makes you want to laugh?

Nope.

Sorry.

He's very protective of Sir Isaac in
particular.

Oh, noted.

I ran the waterlogged pages through the
lyophilizer to stabilize the fibers and

shot them with infrared film. I actually
ran the lyophilizer, but I'm not going

to 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

weren't on it.

Someone made a fake manifest?

Yeah, and basically made six pallets
disappear.

Reed was a supply officer.

Maybe he figured that out and someone
killed him to keep him quiet. Yeah,

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?

your opinion.

Fact.

Could be whoever doctor the manifest is
your killer.

What was in the missing pallet? Vera
tracked down some audit guy from the LA

office. He did some digging, found out
the pallets were full of weapons.

Automatic rifles and grenade launchers
marked for refurbishment. That's some

serious firepower.

The hell is that?

Now, sit down, Cliff.

Our probes ain't seen eye to eye for
some reason, but McClane and I, we're

handling it together.

A lot of mutual respect happened between
the two of us at that right match.

You mind if I call you Mack like it's a
nickname?

Oh, not at all.

We told Gibson probably to squash
whatever's going on with them.

Squash it how? Like men, Cleo.

Sir, there's a source in Panama telling
me we got a middleman on the thing.

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 cellar's the only way to shut
down the ring and recover the missing

arms. So, we approached the middleman.

Use him to identify the seller. Approach
the middleman, Hal. Truth is, Cliff,

we're sitting pretty on that front.

We got a couple stallions out there. We
just need to rein them in, put them to

work.

I'll take care of this. Mine, all you.

Brody!

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

You're going undercover.

All right, listen up, people.

McClane's going to talk now. I need you
all to shut your traps and listen.

Go ahead, Matt.

Thanks, Mike. Appreciate that. Okay, so
the op's going to pan out like this.

Pride and Gibbs are undercover, posing
as potential buyers for the arms.

I've got to establish 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

Get off of my desk.

You can sit at my desk. No, he can sit
at Randy's.

The hell is Randall? Talking to a couple
sailors.

He tracked them down on Liberty. Mike,
you mind putting that out?

I've been off nicotine six years. My
willpower's got about a ten -foot

Yeah. Yeah, sure, no problem. I've been
meaning to quit anyways.

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.

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 Advanced Ship Repair.

Owner... is a guy named Lev Turo, and
judging by the size of his neck, I would

say he's pretty muscly. I'll tap in if
you want to arm wrestle, then.

Actually, I want that.

I'll add 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.

Turo's got a clean rep. He's a defense
contractor, does a lot of Navy work.

Which means he has access to the port.

I confirmed with my audit guy that Turo
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 Randolph and I will be
in the surveillance van with ears on you

at all times.

You two are walking into a minefield.
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 going to make me another one of
those tortilla delights. You want?

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 the story about a partner he 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 them.

You've reached Stillwater 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 basing his
letter opener in here? The man won't

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

Oh, 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

man, okay?

Kowalski says you've got leadership
potential.

Show us what you got, baby.

Vera needs you.

What's Vera got to do with it? This
intra -agency thing is really important

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.

Frank's been so busy kissing McLean'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.

David, 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

We put a bolo out while it's going to
hang back and track him down while we do

the undercover stuff. Yeah, because
McClane is a prick hole who thinks I

a distraction in the van.

Testosterone problem. Tell me about it.
Hey.

Have fun out there with Pride.

Don't kill each other.

Oh, is Pride giving you crap because he
wanted arm wrestling?

You're bad.

What? You're bad.

Remember, idea of the seller is their
primary objective.

I know the objective.

Are you always this prickly?

All right, 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 Tarot, huh? He's the
middleman that's going to lead us to the

cellar. Randall, shut up and let us
listen, will you? Copy that, boss.

Hoping to have a word with Mr. Turrell.

He expecting you?

Well, not expecting exactly, but we've
done a few deals over the years.

Hoping to do another.

Arms out.

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

No chance. Had them thrown into the
clothes.

This means Turrell's probably in sight.

They're cleave. Come on.

They're heading in.

Losing eyes on them.

Don't worry, I can light it.

You stop there.

It says we know each other.

I don't think that's true.

Oh, the truth is, we haven't been
fortunate enough to meet face to face

Turow.

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.

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

I don't know you.

But I do know it seemed like a stupid
cop thing to wear a gold chain and

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 going to do

it, huh?

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

You're the one that loses it.

He's worried it's going south.

He's trying to sell the cover.

You're the one that gets... It's not
like I go around punching folks that

deserve it.

Is this still part of the act?

Enough!

Get him apart.

What'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.

You know Uncle Brown. I'm telling you,
just calm up.

He'll vouch for me. Yeah.

Let's hope I like what I hear.

Wait over there.

Go!

This goes bad.

It's going to go down fast. No time for
backup.

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

Don't worry.

My contacts saw it. They'll vouch for
me.

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

Maybe I saw a little in mine, and who
knows?

Mine is a...

Mean drunk.

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.

It's just pride.

It 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 for the long haul.

Here's the secret to making it work.

We go with the flow.

Nate Boudreau.

The guy Cabrero checks out.

Says you're a man to be trusted.

My seller agreed to a meeting.

Much work 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 going to 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.

Uh, and this is the head of everything,
Mary Jo Hayes.

Special Agent Felix Betts.

Uh, welcome, uh...

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

Oh, well, I couldn't say for the whole
office.

You know how it goes.

I just focus on the numbers, audit, that
sort of thing. Felix thinks the same

method used to make those six pallets
disappear has been used on other ships.

Well, now, that's just a theory so far.

Still got to prove it on paper.

Listen, it was a long drive. I need to
hit the head.

Oh, yeah.

It is down here to the right. Okay.

Sometimes you try to picture certain
people getting laid.

You just can't.

Look at you.

I'm so proud of you. Your interagency
thing is really working.

Yeah, you know.

Maybe it doesn't cost anything yet, so I
can't get defunded like my profiling

program. Hey, that wasn't on you. You
know how bare it is with his budget cut.

know. It's just... My Aunt Gloria used
to say one person has the power to

things. 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 I had to count double, right?

Well, I'll say it, too. Mark my words,
this time next year, they're going to be

promoting you to lead your own team.

You think so?

Uh, Miss Mary Jo?

And, Vera, 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, MP's located in Lieutenant
Chan. They're bringing him in now. Oh,

he's the guy you think altered that
cargo manifest.

I'm about to find out. You want in on
this interrogation?

Oh, 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.

No, 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.

Now, would it 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, that makes sense, given what we
know. We should pursue that route. Put

ass away for good, right? Oh, yeah, that
would be the outcome.

It wasn't me.

I never hurt anyone.

Then who was it, Paul?

That's your signature on the Altered Man
Effect.

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's 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 off. It'd be
his word against Chan's.

All right, we're about to get an ID on
the cellar. Let me know when you got

Ellis.

I don't like it.

Ellis knows Gibbs and Pride, so I'm at
the crime scene.

I think we should pull the plug on this
until he's in custody. No, no. Not until

he IDs the cellar.

We've got to get them all.

They're heading in.

We're right here.

Glad we could make this work.

Imagine getting that 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 it.

See? We good?

We going 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 gotta get out.

Now.

They're fed!

Go! Let's go!

They're coming around. Approach from the
south. Copy.

Wait till the boys see us. They're gonna
unload.

Hey,

see ya, boss.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

There's got to be another exit. Not one
we can make it to.

Not with that attitude.

Franks and them are going to be bringing
in the cavalry. We just need to hold

on. If 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.

Let's go.

Drop it. Federal agents. Drop your
weapon on the ground.

Drop it on the ground.

Show me your hands.

Weapon.

Back to the vehicle. Go.

Go.

I'm me. Good.

Yeah. Yeah. Good. We're good.

Ah!

Good God, Dwayne.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I already have my momentum going. When I
saw you guys come in, I couldn't stop

it. You said 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?

Bust up my ankle, bud. I'm doing the
best I can.

What 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, McLean, Gibbs, Pride, and
Felix Betts. They'll be the face of this

intra -office thing. Felix Betts? Mm
-hmm. I'm the one who brought him in.

And the only thing he has done since is
find a frickin' letter opener.

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

just liked these optics.

Oh, 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 you said, Vera came up with
the name Fed 5 and thought it was

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

Oh, come on, Vera.

Vera said if we wouldn't take the
picture, he'd find five other guys that

Figured you'd rather keep it close to
home, at least.

You've got to be kidding me.

Lala said you were quitting because of
McLean, but I thought she was joking.

The man gave a hell of a speech.

Grown men will scry.

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

Is 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.

Your speech wasn't that good.

Dominguez.

Yeah? You should have been in the van
with us. That was Jones' first smoke.

Wasn't thinking straight.

Very not convincing to you?

Yeah.

McClane's a brick hole.

Yeah. Roger that.

I got your message, son.

I was planning to call you back in the
morning. Yeah, 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.

What are you asking me about that for,
anyway? That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah, it was.

Dad, I'll call you back.

Hey, Brian.

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

Try?

I saved your ass, brother.

At least that's how the story's gonna go
when I tell my wife 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 going to 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 own 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.

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

Hello,

Davies! Hi, Randy! Hey, no heckling.

Just kidding. Love you, Dura.

So, noodles.

Am I right?

Yeah, Randy!

Nobody looked cool eating them.

Immediately, we all become human vacuum
cleaners.

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