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♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x19 ♪
If It Bleeds, It Leads
Original Air Date on March 22, 2016

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(sirens wailing)

Laurel.

Dad.

You okay? You hurt?

I'm fine.
I'm just... freaked out.

You're safe now, baby girl.

He came out of nowhere.

I didn't even see him

until he was on me,
and then he grabbed me,

and I was just...
I was so scared, I...

But you fought.

I think I killed him.

Come here.

They said they had to take swabs
from my fingernails.

No, they're just looking for the
DNA on the guy who attacked you.

I should have been more careful.
I shouldn't have gone out alone.

No, no, no, no, no.

You are not responsible
for this.

Sweetheart, there's no way
you could've known.

But that's the thing,
I kind of did.

The last few days,
I noticed this van

on campus near my apartment.

Like, it was following me.

Can you describe it?

It was, uh, gold colored.

Old looking,
but someone had fixed it up.

Why didn't you tell
me about this?

If I called you every time

I saw something weird
on campus...

Okay, but did you tell
the detective?

Yeah. He didn't seem to care.

PRIDE:
All right, you stay here.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

NCIS.

Miss Pride didn't tell me
she was Navy.

She's my daughter.

Dwayne Pride.

Detective Lamont.

We usually don't get a visit

from the parents
at a crime scene.

Yeah, well,
it's not a visit.

Hoping for a little
professional courtesy.

What do you know about him?

Reggie Clifton. Local boy.

Got a record and a reputation.

Harassing women
at the university got him...

banned from the campus.

No surprise
he's graduated to assault.

My daughter mentioned
she saw a van

following her the last few days.

Yeah, she told me.

And?

I don't know how you Navy cops

work a case,
but I do it

like I'm walking
down the street--

one foot in front of the other.

You feel me?

I'll let you get back to work.

So, I found this tire mark
in the mud.

It's big enough
for a truck or a van.

You, uh, want to tell
the detectives about it?

Yeah. But take a photo first,
get it to Sebastian.

I know--
not our investigation. But...

You think Laurel's right

about someone following her?
Yeah.

I can't help but feel
it's got to do with me.

SEBASTIAN: All right, so, here
are the photos that Sonja took

of the tire marks.
I scanned it into the computer,

then rendered
a 3D version of it.

Each tread, ridge and dimple.

So, light truck tires,
not uncommon on pickup trucks,

but less common on vans.

Which is what Laurel said
was following her.

Laurel was being followed?

Brody, Lasalle, where were you?

Stuck on the Westbank searching

for Petty Officer Peal's
house again.

Who the hell
is Petty Officer Peal?

Person of interest
in the Belle Chasse break-in

we've been working all week.

Those stolen hard drives.

Yeah, and it's the only
witness we can't find.

What were you saying
about Laurel again?

I don't have all the details,
but Percy sent Sebastian over

some photos of tire tread.

Van that was following Laurel
for the last few days.

Yeah, and I've narrowed down
the kind of vans

that we need to be looking for--
long wheel base,

modified full sized...

I can send all this info
over to Baton Rouge PD, and they

can search through traffic and
security cameras around campus.

Be more efficient
if we cut out the middleman.

I can liberate the footage
from here.

Yeah, but it's not our case.

Yeah, but it's family.

Let's do it.

LAMONT: Reggie Clifton will not be
bothering anybody ever again.

Clifton barely had
a mark on him.

Couple of elbows
from my daughter

doesn't explain
his sudden death.

Well, we'll know more
once the autopsy's done.

One foot in front
of the other, remember?

Now,

you've never seen

Reggie Clifton before?

No, sir. Like I said,

not until he grabbed me
on the running trail.

But you say he was
following you in a van?

I said a van's
been following me.

The man who attacked me
was never in it.

There was someone else?

LAMONT: Well, how
could you be sure?

Now, this specific van
with a specific driver

that's not Reggie Clifton

has been following you for days?

I've been staring at this photo
while you questioned me.

This wasn't the person
in the van.

I've been taught to pay
attention to my surroundings,

note anything
or anyone suspicious.

Well, your father
did teach you a lot.

How about, uh... get her
some mug shots to look at?

Try and identify
the van driver.

Special Agent Pride, could we
chat in the hallway, please?

Excuse us.

What are you doing?

Trying to get to the bottom
of what happened to my daughter.

That's not your job here.
You're not the investigator

on the case; you're the dad.
I got a feeling

this van following Laurel
has something to do with me.

What would it have
to do with you?

May be one of my old cases;
I'm not sure yet.

Look, I'm not trying
to step on your toes...

Well, that's all you're doing.
I don't blame you,

but I need you to back off,
funny feeling or not.

(phone beeping)

All right, you're right.
I'll back off,

if you get those mug shots
to Laurel

so she can look at them.

(sighs)

Wait-wait-wait, you don't want
to tell Detective Lamont about this?

Waste of time.
Might be a dead end.

(sighs)

Sonja.
Yeah?

(quietly):
Flat tire.

I'll open the back.
Yeah.

It's locked.

Bust it.

It's clear.

That's outside NCIS.

My bar.

Laurel's apartment.

No question about it.

Whoever owns this van...

they're after me.

We found these outside NCIS,
the morgue,

the bar, and other places
you frequent.

Including Laurel's apartment.

Someone is after you.

All of us.
Patton did

a sweep of the office,
Sebastian swept the morgue--

no cameras or listening devices.

All right? Suspects
didn't have access inside.

Well, whoever's been watching us
has been doing it for a while.

Laurel's safe now, King.

Yeah, well, she should
never have been vulnerable.

They went after her
to get to me.

This is our top priority.

Baton Rouge PD sent
their evidence.

Weren't too happy about it.

LASALLE:
Wade's got the body

of the man that attacked
Laurel this morning,

Reggie Clifton.

Semi-employed
short-order cook.

Hobbies include
indecent exposure

and harassing
college students.

It's not exactly the profile
of someone operating a van

filled with high-tech
surveillance equipment.

Laurel saw someone else
in the van.

We've compiled an enemies list.

PRIDE: Well, obvious answer--
the Militia.

Anti-military radicals.

Tried to kill me.
Put a bounty on my head.

You put their leader,

Zed Hastings, in prison.

Most of the rest

are dead
or behind bars.

BRODY:
Then there's the Broussards,

but Sasha's locked up.

And then you got
the recent additions

to the
“I Hate Dwayne Pride” club,

Hugo Garza and Marc Maslow.

Dad.

How many people

want you dead?

I always knew your job
was dangerous.

Last year
when Orion got hurt...

it became real.

Or I thought it did.

Your whole life...

I've taken it
as a badge of honor

that I could shield you
from the worst...

that I do.

What happened today...

is not gonna happen again.

What happened today
is that I killed someone.

We don't know that.

I hit him.

He died.

It doesn't happen like that,
baby girl.

Then how does it happen, Dad?

Look...

let's see what Loretta says

after her autopsy.

But either way...

you protected yourself

and I'm proud of you.

(quiet knocking)

Sonja's gonna take you
somewhere secure

until this blows over.

Where are we going?

A safe house.
Your bags are in the car.

We're gonna take you out
through the back exit.

You coming, too?

I'm staying.

I got to make this right.

I saw all those people
who hate you.

You need protection, too.

But they didn't come after me.

They went after you.

We can't have that.

♪ ♪

I'll be okay.

(softly):
Promise.

(sighs)

Percy.

I'm trusting you with the most
precious thing in my life.

I got this.

LASALLE:
We have a visitor, King.

Karen Hardy.

A long way from Camp Lejeune.

Hey.
Ah. Not at Lejeune anymore.

I'm a senior agent
with CRFO.

What?

Why would Contingency
Response Field Office

send a senior agent?
I get deployed

to high-risk environments.

This here--
definition of high-risk.

Since we go back...

What is DC worried about?

Want a list?

You told DC
you're under surveillance

and what happened to Laurel.

If you're a target,
you need help.

The situation is under control.

Is it?
According to Baton Rouge,

you hijacked their crime scene,
hacked into their traffic cams,

and took possession

of a suspected van
before this was an NCIS matter.

Wow.

Now, about this
Reggie Clifton.

Tell me things.

No affiliation with the people
on your enemy list.

He's a loner, antisocial--
wouldn't be part of a group.

Yeah, but there's no way
he acted alone.

And no way that he
had the resources

to obtain the
surveillance van.

All right, keep digging.

Let's chat.

Senior agent, huh?

Dwayne, it's me, not some
suit from Washington.

Yeah.

But they sent you.

Well, can you blame them?

How many people tried
to kill you in the last year?

I'm not hard to find.

Someone wants revenge,
they can try.

This is different.

Timing's... specific.

You think this is
an elaborate distraction?

Something like that.

You know how that sounds?

It sounds
the way it sounds.

The bottom line...
I don't need a babysitter.

Look, your daughter
was attacked.

And you're here to make sure
I don't take it personally,

don't cross the line.
Yeah.

(phone beeping)

Autopsy result's in. I'll go.

Alone?

From one building
filled with cops to another.

Don't need backup.

Well, let's keep it
that way, huh?

Till we know more
about this threat to you,

best you stay out of the field.

That an order?

No. Common sense.

WADE:
Mr. Clifton's C.O.D.

was cardiac arrest.

He have a heart condition?

I ran his blood work.

Came up clean
with one exception.

Elevated levels of adrenaline?

It's not uncommon
in a heart attack.

However, the human body
does not produce

this much adrenaline naturally.

He has track marks on his arms.

Adrenaline as a street drug?

My experience of addicts:
if it's shootable, it's doable.

So Laurel wasn't responsible?

Well, I'm not done (phone beeps)
with the examination.

When I know, you will.

Who's Special Agent Hardy?

And why is she
checking up on you?

Former trainee agent of mine.

DC sent her in my hour of need.

I'm supposed
to stay out of the field

until the threat is assessed.

Good.

You're perfectly able
to look after yourself normally,

but when things get personal...

I can't help but worry
about your judgment.

Loretta...

That you may end up
on the wrong side

of my autopsy table.

(phone beeps)

Special Agent Hardy
would like me to confirm

that you're coming back to NCIS.

Go ahead and confirm.

Are you heading back?

(computer beeping)
SEBASTIAN: Who's ready to enter

the wonderful world of vans?

(clears throat)

Sebastian Lund,
forensic expert,

and Patton Plame,
computer specialist.

Otherwise known
as the Wonder Twins.

I told you I'm not down
with that Wonder Twins bit.

And I told you that you don't
choose your nickname, okay?

Your nickname chooses you.
Come on, man, help me out.

Well, I'm Special Agent Hardy.

Hoping you got
something for us.

Yeah, a nasty case of van envy.

The computer system
on this bad boy is gnarly.

It has five quad core
multiprocessors,

each with a terabyte

of RAM, ultra HD monitors...

Yeah, and don't
get me started

on the laser microphone.

It's got an active range
of up to 400 MTS.

LASALLE:
That means they can listen to us

through walls
and from a distance.

This is a custom job.

And judging by
the circuitry,

it's European in origin;
same with the cameras.

Yeah.

Hundreds of hours
of surveillance

on this hard drive.

Every second transmitted
over Wi-Fi.

Transmitted to who?

That's what I'm working
on finding out.

European computers
and cameras--

are we looking
at espionage here?

Well, the hardware may be
from across the pond,

but the van itself,
that's 100% American.

It's also customized.
Check this out.

The storage area had to be
retrofitted for the computers,

it's a new cooling system,

and a high-density antenna
for the Wi-Fi.

Trace any of the equipment?

Uh, I did, yeah.

Uh, most of
the custom stuff was sent

to a Devil's Detailing Garage
in Metairie.

Owned by a Troy Spooner.

All right, give Pride a shout,
loop him in.

Have him meet us there.

Oh, Pride already knows.
I called him.

He's on his way there right now.

(sighs)

Was that wrong?

Hello?

I run a volume business here.

Ten guys.
Quick turnaround.

After-market components,
rims, the odd paint job.

Can't remember 'em all.

Not asking for 'em all.

Asking if you remember
one in particular.

Not ringin' any bells, no.

It was converted into
a mobile surveillance van.

Not exactly
“quick turnaround.”

Having a hard time believing
you don't recall it.

(laughs)

I don't know what
to tell you, brother.

How about this guy?

He ring your bells?

Nope.

How about if you
actually look?

I don't know him, brother.

What I know, brother--

parts for that van were ordered
from this shop, by you.

Don't cooperate,

I'll come back with a warrant

and a dozen federal agents.

No need to get frosty.

Just about to suggest
we look in the files.

Ah! What the hell?

Pullin' a gun
on a federal agent?

Huh?
No way.

(groaning)

“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”

You're Militia?

No idea what
you're talking about.

You following my daughter?

Hmm?
You got me wrong, brother.

But I will say your little girl

sure looks good
in her runnin' shorts.

What'd you say?

(grunting)

Ah!
You follow my daughter?

Were you following my daughter?!

Dwayne!
Were you following her?

Dwayne! Stop, now!

Want to explain
why you assaulted my client?

I didn't assault him.

I restrained him.
He was resisting arrest.

That's the story
we're goin' with?

Be quiet, Troy.

He was reaching for a handgun.
SPOONER: I was looking for paperwork.

Stop talking, Troy.

Your client is
a person of interest

in an ongoing investigation.

He customized a van
that was used

to surveil me,
my office, my daughter.

I am sorry that your daughter
was attacked.

But it's my understanding

that the man responsible
is dead.

He wasn't working alone.

We need to ask Mr. Spooner
some questions

about this van.

And the attack
on Agent Pride's daughter.

And why would Mr. Spooner
be interested

in either you or your daughter?

Because he's a member
of the Militia.

Oh, see, I'm confused.
Because I hear the Militia

is a radical group
that you helped disband.

It doesn't exist anymore.
They're still active.

He's one of 'em.
Tattooed right on his arm.

Oh, so is that why
you assaulted my client?

Because of his body art?

I didn't assault him.

But he was there
when my daughter was attacked,

and he's a part of this.

My client was with me

when your daughter was attacked.

I was giving him advice

on another legal matter.

I'd be happy to sign
an affidavit to that effect.

Look, Agent Pride,

I'm sorry for your troubles.

But Mr. Spooner just simply
isn't involved,

and he has nothing to say
to either one of you.

Unless you charge him,

we're leaving.

Shouldn't have gone
to his garage alone.

Aside from the danger, there's
no one to back your story.

You always think
like a prosecutor.

Every T crossed,
every I dotted.

You say that like it's bad.

But that's the end game.

A courtroom.

Convictions.

Or are you looking for
another kind of justice, Dwayne?

I'm not out for revenge, Karen.

I want to protect Laurel.

But there's something
bigger going on.

Militia's behind it.

Keepin' me off my game.

And you... you're-you're playing
right into it.

Looking out
for my former partner.

I'm clear-eyed.

The only question now is why?

Why now?

Timing means something.

So you went off
after Troy Spooner

half-cocked to prove it?

When have I ever done anything
half-cocked?

(sighs)

Handle things your own way.

Always have.

Lotta improvisation,

instinct.

Your team, too.

Doesn't go unnoticed.

You say that like it's bad.

Look, we... we charge Spooner

with resisting arrest,
the gun...

No. No.

He's our only link

to the attack on Laurel
and that van.

And he's no use to us
if he's locked up.

All right, if he walks,

you need to take
a serious step back.

Let me handle it from here.

Can't be “we” right now.

You see that, right?

I'll bring in my own agents.

LASALLE: Okay, so if you're not
gonna let us tail Spooner,

what are we
supposed to do?

Petty Officer Nelson Peal
is still missing,

along with a dozen
Navy hard drives.

That's what you do.

Hardy is 1,000% correct.

King, it's...

Work the case.

Find the sailor.

I'm gonna go look after Laurel.

LAUREL:
It's so gloomy in here.

How can you stand it?

Mmm...

You get used to it.

I, uh, was here
for close to two years

during my undercover days.

Main selling point is

I was never worried
I was gonna be shot here.

I could...
let my guard down.

Be myself.

Hey, I even learned
to love it a bit.

Is that what it's like
for my dad?

Always looking
over his shoulder?

You know what? You don't have
to worry about your father.

He takes care of himself.

Takes care of himself.
(chuckles)

You mean like I did today?

With that man?

Don't dwell on it,

'cause you did
what you had to do.

That's what everyone
keeps saying.

It doesn't change the facts.

Look, I've been
where you are, Laurel.

I know how you feel.

How do you get over it?

You don't.

You learn to live with it.

You survive it.

You survive.

(phone chimes)

Is that my dad?

Is he coming here?

No, not yet.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(car door opens)

(engine revs)

(tires squealing)

(rapid gunshots)

Christopher, it's me.

Troy Spooner
and at least three other men

just tried to run me down.

Yeah, black pickup.

Lakebound.

Thousand block of Bienville.

Have Patton see if he could...

Chris.

Think I might have been right.

Wasn't just about me.

Yeah, Militia's
prepping for war.

(camera shutter clicking)

Whatever the Militia was doing,
they were not expecting you.

Left in a hurry.

BRODY:
Yeah, with plenty of evidence.

This place is a petri dish
of DNA and fingerprints.

M4 carbines and M67
fragmentation grenades,

Army issue.

I've alerted ATF
and Army CID.

We'll see
if these are stolen.

We need to talk.

What the hell
were you thinking?

You were right.

I shouldn't have gone off alone.

You were gonna handle it.

I agreed.

I went rogue. I'm sorry.

I had this, Dwayne.

Slow and methodical is good
in a lot of ways, Karen.

Yeah, I prefer
the word “thoughtful”"

Fair enough. Thoughtful.

But like you say,
we do things different.

And if I hadn't
followed Spooner,

we would have missed
all of this.

Oh, okay, okay.

But, friend to friend,
down the road,

your methods are gonna
bite you in the ass.

Yeah, well, I'll worry about
“down the road” down the road.

LASALLE:
Hey, King.

NOPD found these.

HARDY: Militia's been
watching these men

like they've been
watching you.

Yeah, well, whoever they are,
they're targets.

We need to I.D.
them right now.

(knocking)

(whispering):
Come in.

I followed your instructions.

Took the streetcar to the end
of the line, doubled back.

Ooh, I think we're
in the clear.

(chuckles)

What'd you bring?
Breakfast.

Hey.

Oh. Hi, Loretta.

Oh, hello, sweetheart.

I was hoping you were my dad.

Well, he would have
been here if he could,

but he sent me instead
to show you this.

It's the final autopsy
on Reggie Clifton.

What's it mean?

Well, Mr. Clifton
had unstable levels

of adrenaline
in his blood system.

Built up over months, it caused
an inevitable cardiac event.

Okay.

Whether you hit him or not,
he was going to die.

You're not
a killer, Laurel.

Really?

Well, that's...
that's good, I guess.

Whoa, I-I thought this was
gonna make you feel better.

I'll feel better
when I know my dad's safe.

Oh, we all will,
darling.

PRIDE:
Six unidentified men.

All who seem to be targeted
by the Militia.

No closer
to identifying them.

But we gathered
enough DNA and fingerprints

for Sebastian to I.D.
Spooner's associates

at the abandoned building.

Now, Troy Spooner, we know.

The other three are
all violent criminals,

all affiliated with the Militia.

That doesn't make sense.

The Militia's
leadership is gone

or, like Zed Hastings,
rotting in a cell.

Bank accounts frozen, property
seized by the government.

So how'd they come up
with the resources

for all this high-tech
surveillance equipment?

Never fear,
Triple P is here.

I spent the evening
with a precocious Cabernet

and the surveillance van's
hard drive.

Mmm, an irresistible
combination.

Well, whoever was
surveilling you

sent the data somewhere else.

I was able to trace the signal,

find the recipient's
general location.

Syria.

That's unexpected.

When we took down
the Militia the first time,

we learned they had ties
to foreign groups

with a shared interest
of disrupting our military.

Why would the Syrians care
about a couple

of federal agents
from New Orleans?

I just spoke with the Army CID.

The weapons and ammo that we
found in the abandoned building

were stolen from Fort Rucker
three months ago.

Any suspects?

A corporal that was stationed
at the base. Had Militia ties.

But the CID never had enough
to charge him.

His lawyer made sure of that.

Who's his lawyer?

I'm not quite sure why I'm here.

Fort Rucker.

Arsenal robbery.

Weapons, ammo, explosives.

You represent the main suspect.

Got him released from custody.

I'm a defense lawyer.

It's the job.

You also have a history

of defending members
of the Militia.

You're counsel of record

on a dozen of
their outstanding cases.

Including Troy Spooner and the
three men he's on the run with.

Everyone is entitled
to defense.

(chuckles)

What am I looking at?

Targets. Innocent men.

Likely being hunted
by your clients right now.

So arrest my clients.

Don't know where they are.

You're gonna help us find 'em.

(chuckles)

Even if I wanted to,
which I don't, I'd be disbarred.

We're not talking
to you as counsel.

We're talking to you
as an accessory.

PRIDE:
You alibied Troy Spooner out

the morning my daughter was
attacked, said he was with you.

You arrived
at his shop that morning,

went into his office,
but we have a witness

who says Spooner
was never there.

Who told you that?

This is more than disbarment.

You're aiding and abetting
wanted fugitives.

That's ten years
federal time, minimum.

These men are in danger.

You can save 'em.

Yeah.

And who's gonna save me?

They're doing it to me too.

I was assigned to Spooner
through Legal Aid months ago.

Others showed up at my office.

They got their hooks in me.

They forced me to lie,
or they'll kill me.

Do you know where they are now?

I have no idea.

But they definitely
know where I am.

Okay, well, I think I've got
something here. From a distance,

these look like regular guys
you'd see on the street, right?

LASALLE: Yeah, a little hairier than
most, but I see what you mean.

Okay, but then you zoom
in a little closer...

you see a watch
on a wrist...

tattoo on an arm...
emblem on a shirt.

Yeah, they're Navy.

Yeah, except, like you said,
they've got beards,

and their haircuts
are definitely not regulation.

Yeah, kind of like
they've been in the woods

for the past six months.
Like they've been trained

to look this way.

Special Forces?
SEALs.

That's why facial recognition
didn't work.

Their identities
are compartmented.

The Militia knows
who they are.

They seem to want them dead.

Yeah, well, somebody's
pulling strings around here,

and I guarantee
it is not Troy Spooner.

Yeah, no, he's a foot soldier,
not a field commander.

Time to pay a visit
to the general.

PRIDE:
Militia's been busy.

Surveilling me, my team,

these six men,
who appear to be Navy.

I would suggest
you start talking.

Take up arms
for a corrupt government--

like these men, like you--

a price will be exacted.

(chuckles)

I can exact a price
from you, Zed.

I'm already in prison
the rest of my life.

Thanks to you.

Which means
all bets are off.

You went after my daughter.

Well, this is war.

All's fair.

How is Laurel, by the way?

There are worse places than
this prison I can send you,

where you won't see daylight
for the rest of your life.

Oh, man, I got a light
inside of me,

and it shines bright.

Do your worst.

We'll see how it all
shakes out in the end. (lock buzzes)

(door opens)

Just finished
searching his cell.

Found this inside a hollowed-out
roll of toilet paper.

Received a text two days ago.

No message, just a photo.

BRODY:
Petty Officer Nelson Peal.

Our missing sailor
from the Belle Chasse break-in.

Most likely at the bottom
of the river by now.

Photo's proof of death.

We've been working
the Nelson Peal case for days.

Actually you stopped working it
moment Laurel was attacked.

Militia wanted to distract me
from this case.

Yeah, but the hard drives that
were stolen from Belle Chasse

didn't have any classified
material on them.

LASALLE:
No.

But Petty Officer Peal's
a computer technician,

All right?
Top secret clearance.

He does maintenance on networks
and several bases,

including
the Stennis Space Center.

Yeah, where the SEALs train.

Yep, Peal had access

to the SEALs' personnel files.

So, what-- Militia grabs him,

forces him to give up
his login information?

PATTON:
That's exactly what happened.

Petty Officer Peal's login
was accessed yesterday.

Bunch of top secret files
downloaded.

Like, thousands of them.

All concerning

a top secret mission in Syria,

where six SEALs took out
a mercenary leader.

You got the service records
on these SEALs?

BRODY:
Same men the Militia targeted.

Was this some kind
of retribution

for the attack in Syria?

Yeah, we'll find out as soon
as we locate the SEALs

and get them protected.

The SEALs are due to appear

at a secret awards ceremony

to receive commendations
for their bravery.

That's where
the Militia's gonna strike.

When's that ceremony?

This afternoon.

HARDY:
Getting the runaround.

SEAL commander's telling me

the medal ceremony's
at a classified location.

Have to be read in.
Got to find a JSOC.

Might be able to help.
Patton?

I've been scanning Navy
documents the Militia stole

for a while.

Location's in there somewhere.

We're running out of time here.
We need to know now.

You can be damn sure
Spooner and the Militia know

exactly where the ceremony is,
and they're about to hit it.

Got it!
VFW building in Gretna.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

Local LEO's, Federal marshals

and FBI scrambling now.

Ten minutes out.

We're gonna need
all the backup we can get.

Don't know
what we're walking into.

OFFICER:
Detail...

salute!

(door opens)

Damn it, it's a trap!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Let's get the hell out of here!

(sirens wailing)

PRIDE:
Federal agents, freeze!

Put your weapons
down now!

(tires screech)

You got 30 guns on you.

Look around.

You don't have a chance.

Easy!

Spooner?

You really want
to die here today?

It's over.

Stay on your knees!

Rest of you,
get down on the ground!

Hands up!

Cross your ankles!

Just heard
from our pal at JSOC.

Got the SEALs
transferred safely.

Good work, Hardy.

Not too methodical
for you?

It'll do for today.

(lock buzzes)

(indistinct chatter)

(door closes)

Wanted to look you in the eye

to tell you that

six Navy SEALs were awarded

commendations for bravery today.

And your men
were arrested.

They'll be relocating
to this prison soon.

Well, I guess I'll have
some company.

No, Zed.

You won't.

You made

a deal with Syrian militants.

They promised
to pay you handsomely

if you took out the SEALs
who took down their commander.

Enemy of my enemy.

That's not an admission,
by the way.

I don't need
your confession.

Troy Spooner and the others

are spilling their guts.

Trying to save
themselves from...

this, I guess.

Official transfer orders
to ADX Florence.

Supermax.

You come after my people,

try to use my daughter,

we're gonna take you down.

Militia's finished.

You are the leader

of nothing.

Whoever said I was the leader?

Almost finished up here.

Percy's bringing Laurel
back to Pride's bar.

Gonna meet him there.
You should join.

Sure.

Think there's something off with
these Militia member statements?

They're all saying
the same thing.

They received instructions by
text from an untraceable phone.

Never had direct contact
with Zed.

Yeah, that's what bothers me.

Phone we confiscated
from his prison cell

was smuggled
in a couple days ago.

Yeah, and all we found
was a single photo on it.

No way he was calling
the shots on this operation.

Just got off the phone
with Pride.

He thinks we're still in danger.
Heading back now.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

You okay in there?

Who are you?

Friend of the family.

What do you want?

What do you
think I want?

To kidnap me?

That was the plan.

But you surprised us.

You're a lot like your father.

You're smart.

And a fighter.

But this is war.

You were gonna
be collateral.

But now you're gonna be

a message to--
(screams)

Laurel down!

You're safe now.

You're safe.

Is it over?

Yeah, it's over.

Told you.

I got this.

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