All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans S02 E01 Eng Sub

COMMANDER: Enemy contact, three o'clock.
Prepare to engage.

We are 200 meters away
from being able

to take evasive action.
Gonna need cover.

Roger. We got your six.

Hold steady.
Copy that.

"I love the smell

of jet fuel in the morning!"

That ain't the line, Chief.

I know it's not the line.

I know you know
it's not the line.

We got 90 years of war movies.

Why does it always gotta be
"I love the smell"?

Relax, Grayson.
These are exercises.

Not like we're gonna see
any real action

in New Orleans anyways.

Speak for yourself.

She's six-one,

her name's Sally,

and I'm seeing her tonight.

Six-one?
Yep.

All right, let's lock this down
and get your ass back to camp.

♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x01 ♪
Sic Semper Tyranis
Original Air Date on September 22, 2015

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

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@elder_man

Reports of Investigation.

Uploaded, scanned and entered.

Well, we call 'em R.O.I.s,
but not a bad start.

Now, you can, uh...

Clean the shotguns?
Done.

Get Agent Pride
his chicory?

Also done.
And that mail?

Collated by
recipient,

stacked by size.

Kind of into having a newbie,
especially one that's not me.

Listen here, luscious locks,

I transferred from ATF,

which means I come in
as a full agent.

Pride says you report to us.

That's 'cause you're
the Agent NFG.

Yeah, I've read
all the manuals... twice.

No such thing as "NFG."

PATTON:
Oh, oh, oh.

Let me clue you in.

"N" stands for "new."

"G" stands for "girl."

And the "F"?

Fancy?

Funky.

(laughs)

Okay, okay.

I get it.

Initiation.

Rite of passage.

But what you don't get

is I can take
whatever you dish out.

So, if you think you're gonna

mess with me...

think again.

I, uh,
super-glued her badge shut.

(laughs)
Oh, now that's good.

"The Jackal."

That's me.

Really?

Someone calls you The Jackal?

Ah.

Brotherman, brotherman.

Seafood crepes.

Ooh! Put one on a plate,
then in my belly.

Ooh, hell of a lot
of zeroes here.

From the sale
of the house.

Divorce finalized?

Civil.

All good.
Yeah.

Been there, done that.

A couple of times.
Yeah, and I'm still

trying to get it right.

Hey, man, what's your plans?

For this money?

I've seen that look before.

Listen.

All right,
just imagine:

you're in a field,

dew on the ground,

fog in the air.

You turn.

There she is, staring at you...

Sexy Sadie.

Sexy Sadie is a horse, right?

No, a racehorse.

Which you are
this close to owning.

Someone blew up a Navy convoy.

REPORTER:
...at least two casualties,

with another six
being transported

to various hospitals
across the city.

As for the culprit,
no word other than...

Imagining time is over.

Work.

MAN: We were simulating
an armed transport mission.

The Marines were playing
opposition force.

Got hit by an IED

on the underside
of the bridge.

Homeland's aware,
same as NORTHCOM.

We got the Coast Guard assisting
our people in the water.

Anyone claim responsibility?

Radio silent.

Cowards.

Successful attack
on a military convoy?

Think someone would want
to showcase their handiwork.

Unless the silence is
because of what they took.

We were transporting
a M982 Excalibur.

That's a GPS-guided missile.

Range of 36 miles.

Precision of a sniper rifle.

Thing can blow a plane out of
the sky and decimate a train.

If somebody had the means
of launching that thing...

Terrorist attack
waiting to happen.

Here's your
two dead.

Chief Pete Olson.

Petty Officer Miles Grayson.

Concussive force caused
middle ear damage

and eye ruptures in both

Petty Officer Grayson
and Chief Olson.

C.O.D.?

Probably blast lung.

Common in an IED attack.

Yeah, well, the vehicle
these poor kids were driving

basically ended up
on top of one.

I'll have Sebastian
analyze their clothes.

If there's any residue,

it might be able to help you
with the explosives they used.

Nice to see you again,
Agent NFG.

You, too?

Found this on the bridge.

75-millimeter
remote detonator.

That means our bomber
had visual on the bridge.

So, he-- or she--

waits for the convoy

to get to the bridge,

then set the bomb off
when the Humvee

with the missile passes over.

Everything slams into the water,

divers are waiting below.

That's a big-ass operation.

What's the range
on that detonator?

Oh, anywhere from a thousand,
1,500 yards.

Make a perimeter, split up.

Go.
BRODY AND LASALLE: Learn things.

Oh, is that, like, a...
a thing we do?

Go, get out of here.

Oh.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(siren wailing)

Looks like
the ground's disturbed.

Might be where he stood.

Damn good catch, Country Mouse.

Pays to be observant,
City Mouse.

Oh, I'm observant.

What I observe is you
in the same jeans

for, like, three days,

getting texts
from chickadees

named Kiki and Dawn.

Hey, I ain't judging.

Everybody's gotta find their way
to grieve and move on.

Look over here.

Aren't gonna be
any fingerprints on that.

Guy's smart enough to employ
a solenoid air missile,

he's gonna wear gloves.

Yeah, but if he's hungry enough

to eat the messiest candy bar
in the world...

he's gonna take
those gloves off.

So, now you can...

Scan the wrapper,

put the data in the Mobile AFIS.

You gonna let me finish?

You were undercover at ATF;
not much fingerprinting.

Okay?
So you gotta get this right.

Now, you can scan the wrapper

and put the data
in Mobile AFIS.

One point for
Country Mouse.

PRIDE:
Navy Petty Officer Mark Yaden.

Yaden was
dishonorably discharged

three years ago
for insubordination.

Dude made a habit of bitching

about how sending
U.S. forces overseas

was a misuse
of government power.

After he got
the boot,

Yaden didn't let up.

Kept making threats...

threats to make
the Navy pay

for its "vast
governmental overreach."

Patton got a GPS
on Yaden's phone.

It's active now,
in the quarter.

I'll drive.

(jazz playing)

Says he's
20 yards away.

There he is,
there's Yaden.

Got our suspect.
St. Peters and Jackson Square.

He's running. NCIS!

Yaden, stop!

Get down!

Get down!

He's got a gun,
everybody get down!

(screaming)

Easy.

Just put the gun down.

Yaden, come on.

Nobody has to die here.

It's over.

Only just begun.

Sic semper tyrannis!

No, wait!
(gunshot)

(bystanders screaming)

"Sic semper tyrannis"?

"Thus always tyrants."

What John Wilkes Booth said
after he assassinated Lincoln.

PRIDE:
SECNAV's been notified.

NORAD, NORTHCOM and Homeland

are all over
our wayward missile.

Also put the Secret Service
on notice.

Think that's called for?

Guy quotes one of four
presidential assassins,

gotta take it seriously.
Where we at?

Trying to figure out
the size and scope

of this bombing operation.

We searched the riverbanks
below the bridge,

found tire tracks
and footprints,

all different
sizes and treads.

Most likely, it's where

the Excalibur was taken
out of the water.

And these people came with
some serious know-how.

Excalibur has
an onboard GPS,

but whoever swiped it
took it offline,

preventing us
from tracking it.

We know any more
about Yaden?

So, I got Yaden.
Thank you.

Damn it.

Yaden...

We'll do a remote
class later.

After being discharged,
Yaden went off the grid.

Dude's a ghost
from 2012 to 2014.

Then, two months ago,

he reappears
in New Orleans.

Percy, here,
found an address

at a one-bedroom rental
in Westwego.

Questions on the table:

who was Yaden working with,

where's the missile now,

and what the hell
do they plan to do with it?

(phones ringing)

Loretta. I'll take it.

Brody and Christopher,

go to Yaden's
last known address.

Sonja, you and Patton

stay on the
missile's GPS.

There's nothing I hate more

than "large caliber bullet
to the head."

Spent two hours scooping up
brain matter on Jackson Square.

Well, I might have
something to cheer you up.

Contribution to
Danny's college fund.

Oh, that's thoughtful,
but I can't...

You can. I've already
taken care of Laurel.

Set up a little place
for my father,

if he makes parole.

Still got a chunk left over.

And what are you gonna do
with that chunk?

That remains to be seen.

It's a new chapter.

Got to heal.
Yeah.

Why don't you do something
special for yourself?

Go big.

I'll buy an elephant.

(gasps)

Thank you.

Yaden?

I found this on
his shoulder.

I took the liberty of checking
it against the tattoo database.

The symbol is
of a Montana Union.

It's a separatist group
located outside Billings.

So, militia member from
an outfit in Montana

travels 2,000 miles to
be part of this attack?

I also found an irritant
in the lungs.

I'll identify
the source

in case Yaden's recent
whereabouts gives us

insight into where
your missile went to.

And then there's this.

Chemical burns.

Yes, it's most likely
from handling explosives.

I also discovered
layered calluses.

Calluses which Yaden had,
but John Wilkes Booth did not.

In college, I wrote
a 30-page ballistics analysis

of the Lincoln assassination.

Do you know the play
that Lincoln was seeing

the night that Booth shot him?

Our American Cousin.

You know who Lincoln
was sitting with?

Major Rathbone and his fiancée.

You read my paper.
I took American history.

Right, that... makes
a lot more sense.

Sebastian, calluses.

Oh, okay.

So I ran a, uh,
tissue analysis,

and I found micro-strands of
polyurethane and fiberglass.

And these are the
key components...

in, uh, hand grips at
modern climbing gyms.

Your bomber scaled the bridge in
order to place the explosives.

He would've had to train
for it somewhere.

Thank you both.
Uh, I'll forward what I got

on the Montana militia to Agent Percy.
PRIDE: All right,

and I'll let Chris and Brody
know about the climbing angle.

I'll head back
to my office.

That way, we all have
something to do.

I called ahead; we're supposed
to talk to Sara Strand.

She's been working

with Yaden since he moved
to New Orleans.

Nice work, Jackal.

Uh, nickname
in high school.

Look, someone mailed me these
random high school pictures.

No name.

No return address.

Might be an old boyfriend.

Mr. Music, there,
he's eyeing you.

WOMAN:
So, just sign right here...

BRODY:
There's Sara.

Brunette.

SARA:
Mark blew up a bridge?

He seemed sweet, laid-back.

Uh, watch that top hand, Katy!

I mean, I only knew him
for a couple of months,

but he just seemed like one
of those extreme sports dudes.

He was extreme,
all right.

Uh, you know,

I'd be happy to hand over
all our records if that helps.

Yeah, it would.

Every detail counts.
Okay.

Good, mm-hmm.

Ever rock-climb, Lasalle?

Got a fear of heights, remember?
Oh, that's right.

Well, one of the key elements
is bare fingers for grip,

and she's wearing gloves.

LASALLE:
And long sleeves.

I wonder what's
underneath all that.

BRODY: You and Yaden
built the bomb

that killed
two innocent sailors.

Nobody's truly innocent,
are they?

Certainly you're not.

The opposition is rising,
Agent Brody.

The Stars and Stripes will burn,

and out of its ashes
will manifest a revolution.

The Excalibur.

Where is it?

Sic semper tyrannis.

Sara Strand is really
Darla Hendricks,

a member of the
Free State Nation,

a separatist group
out of South Carolina.

Their goal: the abolishment of
the military-industrial complex.

Same basic ideology as Yaden,
but both groups are reclusive.

And from elsewhere.

And it looks like
they're not alone.

Checked in with my old
ATF contacts

for info on the Montana Union,
hit the mother lode.

(beeps)

All right, you want
to work that out for me?

No problem, City Mouse.
Cool.

Red dots are
known militants.

Now, I built my
own database,

found travel records,
new addresses.

You got members of the
Southern United Alliance,

Wyoming Marksmen,
Arizona Separatists,

all migrating to New Orleans
in the past nine months.

"Revolution" is what she said.

SONJA: We're talking
the most dangerous

anti-American militants
this country has to offer.

Working together...

in New Orleans...

...on a plan which involves
some big-ass missile.

90 militants massing
in New Orleans?

Quite a catch, Dwayne.

Wish I could take
credit, Miguel,

but ATF's loss is our gain.

Mighty Mouse.

(Sonja and Miguel laugh)

Not bad for an NFG.

You got to be
kidding me.

Agent Lasalle paid me.

Well, I'm taking
the blood money.

Went spelunking around
the back-end forums

of separatists sites--

Separatist Watch,
Patriot Renegades--

I'm gonna need, like,
three showers tonight.

In the last decade, ATF has
developed multiple aliases

using dummy accounts in
order to monitor activity.

And in the last year,
a ton of chatter.

People pledging allegiance

to someone going by
the nickname "the Father."

The Father? Is that...?

Brant Boudreau.

Now, here's where
we do a short prayer,

hope that I do this right.

Yes.

Brant Boudreau.

MIGUEL:
Back in the late naughts,

we chased Boudreau

all over the South
on weapons charges.

In 2010, he shed
his real name,

insisted on being
called "the Father."

Saw himself as the patriarch

of the modern American
militia movement.

Now, militias have always
been fragmented and fringe.

Boudreau's vision was to
bring them all together,

modernized and weaponized.

All right, so I digitized
the videos like you asked.

They're up on the server.

Uh, can you play
the recruitment video?

Mm-hmm.

SONJA: So based on an
embedded time stamp,

this was filmed over a year ago,

but it was just
recently uploaded.

Our government and its muscle,
the military,

are run by oligarchs,

fattening their pockets with
excessive tax on true Americans.

They are liars and cheats.

And the great sin
against our great country

is being cowed and controlled
by false prophets.

Boudreau is working
off the tipping point theory.

He believes a series
of successful attacks

would upend domestic
financial markets,

cause an economic downturn

and incite people to turn
on the government.

And we have any line on him?

We got a list of 30 properties

that were or still are
owned in Boudreau's name.

Take Lasalle, check 'em all.

SONJA:
15th property, nothing.

Yeah, this one's
a little shabby,

even for a country mouse.
Ooh.

I got $20 say
you feel right at home.

(whispering):
Hey.

Someone's in here.

NCIS!

Federal agents!

Who the hell are you?!

NCIS!
Prove it!

SONJA:
Okay.

Now I'm gonna reach down
and get my badge...

and flip it open.

Yo, what the hell?

Don't look at me; Brody did it.

Here you go, ma'am.

NCIS.

Drop the weapon.

So you're Anna Boudreau,
Brant Boudreau's ex-wife?

And you live in here?

It's all I got.

Brant... took the family money.

Ruined us.

Any idea where Brant is now?

Don't know.

Don't care.

What?

You want to
check my phone?

You check whatever
the hell you want.

I used to try
and find him for alimony.

It just... ain't no use.

Whenever I go looking...

trouble finds me.

Trouble got a name, miss?

If I told you,
that would come back at me.

Know what else will
come back at you?

Bersa Thunder.

Serial number's been altered.

Ooh, that's a federal offense.

No bueno.

What do you want to know?

Boudreau's ex says

a guy named Zed Haings
is second in command.

Trained Army Ranger,
went bad just like Yaden.

Narcotics,
aggravated assault.

Known Klansman.

Your guy there, Hastings,
is "Red Eagle" online.

He's been in touch with many
of the out-of-state militants

that Agent Percy has
confirmed are in New Orleans.

BRODY: Want me to
put out a BOLO?

Picking Hastings
up alerts Boudreau

that we're closing in.

He'll likely go
further underground.

And launch whatever
attacks he has planned.

What if we engage him?

I can get our resources
down here in 24 hours.

You said
you've developed aliases?

Let's use one to get inside.

You?

Always wanted to join
the revolution.

SONJA:
Huh.

Can't say I like the look.

That makes two of us.

Oh, your wife get
all the good stuff?

What you got, Percy?

Dossier on ATF's identity.

Marcus Kyle, Kansas Radicals.

Thanks.

And this is
your lifeline.

Audio and a tracker.

And listen,
Hastings,

he's gonna throw some
names out there,

try to trip you up.
I know.

Speak as little as possible.

Every word is a potential trap.

I've done this before.

LASALLE:
King.

Got a potential
meet with Hastings.

Well, take Brody.

Percy, you keep Patton on task.
I want to be there.

Back at the ATF,
you were on the street...

making your own rules,
your own thing.

Here, part of a team.

You do what's needed.

And right now,

that's figuring out
where those videos were taped.

Aside from that...

appreciate your worry.

These pictures aren't real.

You mentioned
Mr. Music Man, right?

So, I looked into it.

Turns out it's a guy
named Billy Jay.

A friend of my sister's.

The one that was killed?

Yeah. In fact, all these people

are my sister's friends,
and I don't remember

doing any of this stuff.

So, what?
Someone photoshopped you?

Into random pictures that
my sister was originally in.

PRIDE (over radio):
Going in now.

All right, he's in.

Wasn't gonna come.

Didn't think you boys
had much going on

till I heard
what happened on the bridge.

Ye of little faith.

I put stock in
what I see.

Tucker Klint says
you're a good man,

says you're up for a fight.

We go back.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Who else you know?

Carl Wahl?

Big Ruddy?

Taylor Hoff?

Testing me?

Just making sure.

Yeah, well...

Carl Wahl
is out of North Dakota.

Big Ruddy...

probably made up.

Taylor Hoff's been dead
since '09.

It's a little late for testing.

If I was you,
I wouldn't let me

get within a thousand feet
unless I'd been fully vetted.

I'm legit.

Not sure about
you anymore.

Hey!

How far you willing to go
to see how legit I am?

(static crackling over radio)

Let's get him out.

Clear.

There's no way they could've

got out of here
without us seeing them.

(whispers):
Lasalle.

BRODY:
Crawl space.

LASALLE:
Watch was his lifeline.

♪ ♪

BRODY:
We followed the tunnel.

It dumps out at a gravel road

about an eighth of a mile
from the bar.

Found tire tracks,
heading south.

BRODY: Sending you a picture
of the tread right now.

LASALLE:
Get them to Sebastian.

See if he can
identify the vehicle.

Uh, okay, but, um,

I'm trying to pull up
your location so I can

access the traffic cams, but...

Yeah, I got your back, sister.

(sighs) Thank you.

BRODY: Where are you
with Boudreau's videos?

You got anything?

We're trying to trace
his I.P. address.

Hoping it'll lead
to wherever Pride has gone,

but these guys got some
serious encryption software.

So, we're driving blind?
PATTON: Yeah.

The minute I got something,
you will, too.

Thanks, Pat.

My guess?

King's already hot
on finding the missile.

We're here.

(gunfire in distance)

Welcome to the
resistance, brother.

Ruby Ridge, Waco...

they knew the truth.

But they were backwoods,
low-tech.

They had no plan,
so they ended up sitting ducks,

waiting to get
roasted on a spit.

We got a plan?

Yeah, we got a toy.

(cell phone ringing)

Father calls.

Yo, Loco!

Let's go.
Eyes to the sun, brother.

'Cause when it goes down,

we take our fight
to the betrayers.

(motor starts)

You looking
for something?

You was poking around.

I was just hungry.

Got any food around here?

I know you.

You local?

Out of Kansas.

Been there?

There's a
stocked freezer

in the mess.

I'll show you.

Our New America
will return to the values

of the Original America,
(sighs)

and will protect, first,
the Original Americans.

Tell me you need some help,

'cause that tire tread
that Brody and Lasalle sent me

is about as useful
as a kangaroo on a pogo stick.

That made more sense

on the drive over.

Not much better here.

Father videos?

Man, I can't listen
to his ass anymore.

Hey, come see if you grok
what I been going batty over.

(chuckles) Did you just
use the word "grok"?

Uh...

Well, there's a light.

Yeah, but where's
it coming from?

SEBASTIAN:
Let's zoom in.

The lights show up
in every video?

Most, but not all.

It goes from right
to left in the frame.

And it's always
the same height on the wall.

Reflection from
a camera lens?

Camera's locked off.

It wouldn't be
floating like that.

Headlights through a window?

If they were headlights...

The diameter would
shift as the vehicle

got further away, right.

I just want you to know
that I'm suppressing

the urge to whistle the theme
to Close Encounters right now.

Hey, Dr. Wade wants us
on the plasma.

(computer chirps)

Heard from Dwayne?

Nothing.

Well, if it helps,

I've identified
the irritant in Yaden's lungs.

It's silicon dioxide-- sand.

Did you, uh,
run a chemical breakdown?

Forwarding it now.

SEBASTIAN:
Uh, two percent chlorite,

one percent glauconite

with a high concentration
of oil deposits.

Ton of beaches were affected

by the Deep Water
Horizon spill.

That's miles and miles
of coastline.

But how many beaches are...

BOTH:
...near lighthouses?

The light goes and comes.

Yeah, moves right to left,

always the same height
on the wall.

A lighthouse lamp would do that.

Thank you, Dr. Wade.

Okay, pulling up
maps right now.

All right, all right,
lighthouses near beaches

affected by the
Deep Water spill.

SONJA:
There.

Near Holly Beach.

Gonna go notify
my agent abusers.

The Father--
he live there?

That's where he
makes the plans.

Look forward
to meeting him.

No one meets the
Father, except Zed.

Safer that way.

Awful big house
for one person, huh?

Last night,
I saw him wheel

some piece of
munitions out there.

Big mystery what
exactly, but...

you ever heard
of the USS Eagle?

That a ship?

Navy.

Docked in New Orleans.

From what I hear,
we're gonna sink it.

Sic semper tyrannis.

Sic semper tyrannis.

(alarm blaring)

All right, boys, we got company!

Come on!

The river, go!

This way.
Cover the river!

You! With me!

Right here. This way,
this way right here.

Turn right here.

No movement.

All right, I'll pull ashore.

CONNER:
Come on.

Kevlar vests.

Bet you they're Feds.

Hey, bud.

You shoot,

they'll return fire.

Doesn't matter.

We got to put them down
before they call for backup.

Just a little closer,
I can take them both out.

Come on, little closer.

Come on.

(Lasalle grunts)
BRODY: Lasalle!

What the hell?!
Why should you have all the fun?

Are you all right?
Yeah.

He hit my vest.

See who shot me.

Pride.
What?

I think Pride's the one
who shot you.

Pride?

Got close to a hundred federal
agents moving into position.

We can move in
a moment's notice.

We got to be careful.

Pride's in there. I'm good.

I think USS Eagle
is under attack.

Pride did this.

Sign language for "eagle."

First Russian,
now sign language?

You're a woman of
many talents, Brody.

USS Eagle docked
at port this morning.

So I'll contact the Navy,
get Sonja over there.

We got to move
that ship out of range.

All right.

What the hell
happened out there?

I hit the male agent,
but I don't think I killed him.

Next time.

Next time is now!

Listen up!

Orders from Father!

When the alarm sounds,
we take our fight to them!

What's the alarm for?

It means the toy is ready.

(chuckles)

(alarm ringing)
MAN (over P.A.): All hands,

make immediate preparations
for getting underway.

How long is it gonna take you
to get out of the port?

Another 20 minutes.

I don't think you have
that kind of time, Commander.

Don't have a choice,
Agent Percy. You don't just

snap your finger and move
tons of metal and sail it.

You don't understand.
Trust me, nobody knows

the damage the Excalibur
can do more than me.

There's plenty for all of us.

No need to be greedy
this time, friend.

(groans)

Jammed.

Let me see.
Nah, no.

Let me get another one.

Lot of movement over there.

They get the Eagle
out of port?

Another ten minutes.

LASALLE:
Yeah, something's going down.

According to this map,

if we cross the river
about a mile up,

we can access
a drainage pipe that lets out

behind this building.
You think we can

get in unnoticed?

I think we can try.

MAN:
Hey!

Where the hell

you think you're going?

Well, I was just...

♪ ♪

CONNER:
Drop that gun!

Drop it!

(rifle clatters)

What is this?

Come on... (grunting)

I said, sit down!

There's a traitor
in our midst!

You saw him in there.

The Father

is dead, for a long time.

So ask yourselves:
who killed him?

Who did it?

Could have been
this guy right here.

This man... this man is wrong.

Could have been you.
What are you talking about?

Or Zed.

Anybody see Zed? Or you or you!

Whoever did it,

he couldn't have
been leading you.

He couldn't have
been leading us!

The Father couldn't
have given orders

to take on an army
of federal agents.

So who exactly
have we been following?

And what exactly
are we all about die for?

That can't be him!

What the hell's going on here?!
(men clamoring)

Back up! (shouting)

What's going on here?!

I'll see you in hell.

(gunshot)
BRODY: End of the line, kids!

Everybody get down, get down!
(agents shouting)

Police! Get down!

Put your weapons away!

BRODY: Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!

Down!

LASALLE:
Hey! Drop your weapons!

(agents continue shouting)

I got the one who shot me!

You're coming with me.

MIGUEL:
Found the Excalibur.

And here's what's odd.

This thing isn't in any shape
to blow up anything.

No kidding.

Zed Hastings--

when's the last time
you laid eyes on him?

Before I rushed the house.

We got everyone else
accounted for. Zed is gone.

MIGUEL:
Use the reputation

of a dead man
in order to assemble

the manpower to steal a weapon
you can't use?

What are we missing?

SEBASTIAN: So the attack on the bridge was
never about the missile itself.

It was about a chip
inside the Excalibur.

Specifically,
a telematics guidance chip.

You remember
how we couldn't

track the missile 'cause we just
assumed that the GPS system

had been taken offline?
Well, I don't think

it was taken offline
so much as it was...

Stolen?
Snuffleupagus.

Well, what good is the chip
without the missile?

Well, think of it
like a cell phone,

all right?
If you steal my cell phone,

then you have access
to all my contacts,

as well as a bunch
of horrifying selfies

I took on a roller coaster.

But if it was the U.S. Navy...

Then my contacts
on the telematics

would give you access to
the whereabouts and activities

of almost every military asset
that we have.

It's a seven-figure
windfall if you could

sell it
to one of our enemies.

You think this Zed guy's got it?

No. Zed was stuck
in the compound,

bluffing that he was
about to bomb the Navy.

So he's the diversion.
Allowing someone else to walk away

with the telematics chip.

Someone else, like who?

Dental records confirm

the body found
at the compound was in fact

"The Father" Brant Boudreau.

Dead how long?

Based on standard
decomp rates, dampness,

I'd say a year.

Before recruitment started.

Cause of death?

Gunshot wound to the head.

Bullet entered here,

exited at the right temple.

I was able to retrieve
a fragment of it,

and Sebastian
suggests it's a .380 ACP.

That caliber
works with Bersa Thunder.

And we've seen
that weapon recently.

$600 room in a
Nassau hotel?

Who's paying?

Russians?

Pakistanis?

Got our suspect.

And our asset.

Sit.

How'd you find me?

Your friend Zed.

One you were so scared of.

Had a ticket to the Bahamas.

Didn't pick it up.

My guess, he's
on the run.

Well, you won't catch him.

Caught you.

Got to ask.

How much were
they gonna pay you, Anna?

You think this is about money?

My ex, he wanted money.

But you know what?

He never even believed a word
that came out of his own mouth.

Is that why you killed him?

He was in the way.

And he couldn't see.

See what?

That the Russians,
the Pakistanis,

the jihadists--
we all have a common enemy:

the U.S. government.

And the busier they keep you,

the easier it is
for us to prevail.

Sic semper tyrannis.

Movements have mothers, too.

(handcuffs clicking)

(piano playing quietly)

No!

You took your money
and bought a bar?

Go big, she told me.

(laughs)

It's kind of a fixer-upper.

New beginnings.

Well, what do
you call it?

CFA.

"Charity for all.

"With malice toward none,

"charity for all,

"let us strive on
to finish the work we are in,

"to bind up

the nation's wounds."

Those who want to tear us apart
quote Booth.

I'll quote Lincoln.

(chuckles):
It's damn straight.

(laughs)

Lucky for you, King,
you hit me in the Kevlar.

Thank you for that.

(laughs)
'Cause I got a A in shop.

(laughs)
Okay.

I like it.

It's-it's kitschy.

"Kitschy." Is that "ugly"?

Technically, "kitschy"
means something appealing

to lowbrow taste, but in
this case, it means awesome.

Could've been a sexy racehorse.

(chuckles) Guys, where's Percy?

Oh, I sent her for provisions.

And I damn well better
get reimbursed for it, too.

BRODY: Absolutely.
LASALLE: Oh, we'll get right on that.

(laughter)

Coming in with
some attitude.

Well, let me lighten
that load for you.

Hate to spoil a party,
but we got to talk.

About you.

No secrets.

Found on a dozen militant sites.

Taken on the compound.

My guess, Zed took it.

That's you, King.

They're asking who the cop is.

Took a $50,000 bounty out.

Anyone wants me...

...tell them I'll be right here.

How we doing over there, Mac?

Hey, I'm slaying.
(piano continues)

That Dr. John? No.

Sure is.
No, it isn't!

(shrieks)
Get out of here!

(excited chatter, whooping)

LASALLE:
Come on, baby.

♪ I been in the right place ♪

♪ Must have been
the wrong time ♪

♪ I been in the right state ♪

♪ In the wrong mind ♪

♪ I been in the right place ♪

♪ But it was the wrong song ♪

♪ I been running, trying
to get hung up in my mind ♪

(whooping)
♪ Got to give myself ♪

♪ A little talking to
this time ♪

♪ I been in the right place ♪

♪ But it must have been
the wrong time... ♪

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