All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S03E03 - Man on Fire [2016-10-11]_Track03

(panting)

I... I have the money!

(gunshot, grunting)

(clattering)

Susan, run!

Run, Susan!
SUSAN: Collin!

Collin!

(groaning)

Go!

Please don't hurt him.

(yelling)

(screaming)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

How come Brody called
you back but not me?

Well, you didn't call.

You texted,
that's different.

How so?

Really? Okay.

When you want to see
one of your many lady friends,

do you call or text?

Well, first off, I don't have
many lady friends.
Hmm.

Or any, for that matter.

Second, what's your point?

My point is,

calls get return calls,
texts return texts.

Welcome to the 21st century,
Country Mouse.

Still can't figure out that
"Country Mouse" thing.

Not sure I want to.

What are you
still doing here?

I'm working.

By the way,
I can't find the java,

so if you're gonna make some,
I'll take a cup.

Uh, excuse me.

That's Brody's desk.

Didn't she quit?

(gasps)

What's going on?

Made the decision last night.

Wanted to tell you both
in person.

Uh, what decision is that?

Talked to Isler.

Borrowing Gregorio from FBI
for a bit.

Until we can identify

cartel imbeds DC wants
out of NOLA.

Is there a pending case?
No.

But we don't know which cases
lead to the cartel

till we're working on them.

Figured best to join forces
for now.

Coffee?
Love some.

Cream?

Well, ain't they chummy.

King, are you sure this is
a good idea, bringing her in?

We keep working the same beat in
a town this small, Christopher,

someone's bound to get caught
in the crossfire.

Can't let that happen.

Yeah. I get that.

I also get that once you let the
fox in the henhouse,

you ain't getting it out.

We have our own way of doing
things down here.

All right, we call
our own shots.

No bureaucracy, no bull.

That's how we keep this city
and service members safe.

How we do things
isn't gonna change.

But how we do things
is what got us reviewed

by DC in the first place.

Look, just because
the FBI cleared us,

doesn't mean they won't
try to indict us again.

I hear ya.

Fastest way to get Gregorio
and the FBI back to DC

is to root out the cartel.

And the fastest way to do that
is to work together.

(phone beeps)

GREGORIO: Sorry. I'm still
playing catch-up here.

When you guys finish a case,
doesn't it get reviewed?

Pride reviews it.

Right.
But who reviews him?

Girl. I give you a week.

Dead sailor.

1501 Dave Dixon Drive.

Hey, isn't that right
next to the Superdome?

LASALLE: Yep.
Let's go. I'm driving.

You keep your weapon
in a file cabinet?

A locked file cabinet.

Dead sailor.

That means you're with us.

Right.

The victim's Petty Officer
Collin Barrett, 41,

from Naval Air Station Joint
Reserve Base in Belle Chasse.

Now it says here he's done
multiple tours of duty,

in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Recipient of the Bronze Star
for bravery,

and not a single strike
against him on his record.

OFFICER:
King.

Excuse me.

Oh, hey, Alex.
Hey.

How you doing?
Good. Good to see you.

Wish it was under
better circumstances.
Yeah.

Your men get anything
from surveillance cams?

No. No, they didn't.

It looks like they
were all offline.

We're questioning
arena security

as we speak, though.
All right, thanks.

You find anything,
let us know.
All right.

Will do.
See you soon.

Wait. Don't touch that.

Don't you have to wait for
the evidence response team?

God. You are not
in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.

Down in these here parts

we're CSI, SWAT,

SVU all rolled into one.
Really?

Telling me you specialize
in all those fields?

We don't have the divisions
and resources FBI has.

We make do.

Of course, I guess how we
make do is why DC's

so concerned with us.
SONJA: Oh.
Maybe.

Just a different way
of doing things is all.

We're a one-stop shop.

Get you a hat, if you'd like.

WADE:
Two stops if you
need my findings.

He has defensive wounds
on his hands.

Suggests a definite altercation.

And this oval-shaped tear
along his neck,

looks like he was grazed
by a bullet.

It wasn't a bullet
that killed him, though.

No. As a matter
of fact...

He fell.

Uh, ya think?

If this is the bullet
that grazed him,

judging by the depth
and angle of entry,

the gunman was up there, too.

Must have taken his shot from
the catwalk, 11 o'clock-ish.

What she said.

Follow me.

Bullet markings.
Four of them.

One, two...

Three... four.

This one indicates the shot
was fired from behind Barrett.

Had to be close range, too.

The killer must have
surprised him.

SONJA:
And then they scuffled.

Then, Barrett fell over
the ledge.

Tried grabbing the railing
before he took the plunge.

Question is, what was he
doing here to begin with?

Well, the question also is,

who else was up here with him
and why?

It could be that rifle
will give us some clues.

Just saying.

Right.
All right, Gregorio.

Get that rifle to Sebastian.

See if he can get us any leads,
find out who it belongs to.

Christopher, Sonja,
deep-dive Barrett.

Get Patton to look into
his digital footprint, too.

Find out what brought him here,

go a long way in helping us
figure out

who killed him and why.

The rifle is
no ordinary rifle.

It's a IM .50-caliber
tranquilizer gun.

Tranquilizer?

Yeah, it's usually used
to hunt big...

(clattering)
Sorry. It's okay.

Uh, it's usually used
to hunt big game.

It's, uh, meant to knock a lion
out from distance in seconds.

Of course, that-that doesn't
necessarily guarantee

that you're not gonna get eaten.

You know who
it's registered to?

I do. Yeah.
It was registered to...

Petty Officer Barrett.

Huh.

Middle of the night, Barrett

goes to the arena...

climbs to the rafters
with a tranq gun... Why?

He's looking to
take somebody out

from far away,
I guess.

Killer?

GREGORIO:
Or maybe somebody else.

Oh, Agent Gregorio... Hello.

Hi.
Is this a cartel case?

'Cause I thought
you were actually...
No. It's actually...

Oops. Sorry.
I just hit the wrong button.

He's used to it.
Okay.

What's this?

So I just got off the phone
with NOPD.

Arena security says two
of the emergency alarm exits

were tripped right
after Barrett's TOD.

One in the upper decks
and one on the court.

Ten stories apart.

No way the killer could have
set them both off.

That means there had to be
somebody else.

A third person on the court.

Third person.

Third person doing what?

Well, if we had a
little more manpower,

we'd be able to find out.

FBI's right across town.

Too many cooks
slows the investigation.

We got everybody we need
right here in house.

Okay.

PATTON:
Your sailor got an e-mail
last night

from someone I think wanted
to do him harm.

"Barrett. You try going
through with this,

and I promise you,
you will regret it."

Them sound like
fighting words.

Can you trace the ID
of the sender?

It'll be faster
if you give me the intel.

I'll send it to FBI
Cyber Crimes to run it.

Oh, I know you didn't just
say that.

Triple P crack-a-hacks

twice as fast
as your cyber agents.

Watch and learn, newbie.

(typing)
All right.
Pulling up the header.

Copying the routing information
and the IP address.

And bam!

Read 'em and weep.

Hank Clarkson, 36 Forshey
Street, New Orleans.

Retired Army Ranger.

Had a string of run-ins with the
law after his service.

Done time for armed robbery
and grand theft.

So a trained killer
with a record

sends a threat to our sailor
the night he's murdered.

Sounds like probable cause
to me.

Let's pick him up before
he hurts anybody else.

You realize, of course,
what you just did there

is illegal, right?

Don't ask, don't tell.

MAN:
Don't call the police.
(glass shattering)

I got the door.
Copy that.

(arguing continues)

NCIS!

(shouting)

Federal agents!
Freeze!

What the hell
are you doing in my house?

Don't move or I'll shoot!
Hey! No, no!

Ma'am, ma'am, you need
to step away from him.

Step away from him right now.
You don't understand.

He's a suspect in a murder case.

He is my husband.

And we are just trying
to save our son!

Put your hands behind your back.
Hey. Please, look, it's
not what it looks like.

Oh, no? It looks like
you were threatening your wife!

He wasn't trying to hurt me!
He was trying

to console me!

Gregorio, I think
we should hear 'em out.

It's FBI protocol to do this...
Not an FBI case.

Sailor's NCIS,

I'm in charge.

Put your cuffs away.

Our son, Drew.

He's a petty officer
stationed out of San Diego.

Three days ago, he went down
to Mexico for a little R & R.

And that's the last
that we've heard from him.

Until we got
the ransom demand.

Hostage takers wanted
a million dollars to let him go.

But we don't have
that kind of money.

Did you report it
to the authorities?

There are procedures
in place...

Of course we reported it.

The Navy did all
that they could. But then...

the Feds and the State
Department got involved, saying

that paying a ransom was against
policy or some crap like that.

Unfortunately, it's the truth,
Mr. Clarkson. If the government

paid
every ransom demand,

we'd have more people
like your son taken hostage.

So, what, they're just gonna
pretend like it didn't happen?

They're gonna let Drew die?

What if it was
your son, lady, hmm?

Assume you didn't
let it go at that,

tried to take matters
into your own hands?

I got in touch
with a military contractor

that had experience in Mexico,
Logan Black.

I paid him so that he could
negotiate with the kidnappers,

but they wouldn't budge.

SUSAN:
That's when
I called Collin.

Petty Officer Barrett.
We grew up together.
I asked him for help.

He told us we should go through
with the kidnapper's plan

and pretend we had the money.

Thought if he could... catch
the contact at the drop,

we might be able
to exchange him for our son.

Contact got the jump on Barrett
instead, turned the tables.

I knew it was risky.

That's why I e-mailed him
and tried to scare him off.

And if Collin would've listened,
he might still be alive.

Whoa, wait.

You were the other person
at the arena, on the court?

She was just trying to get our
son back, any way that we could.

When's the last time you heard
from the hostage takers?

(static)
Don't follow orders,

I'll be executed.

Go to the police,

I'll be executed.

Don't pay the money,

I'll be executed.

This is your last chance
to save my life.

8:00 p.m., answer the phone.

Mom, Dad, don't do it! Don't
give these pricks anything!

(shouting, static)

Whoa.

Clarksons were sent this
video just this morning,

so clock's ticking.

We got less than five hours
to find him.

Need to figure out
who took him first.

Means we need to find
the only person

who's had direct contact with
the hostage takers and fast.

The Clarksons' negotiator,
Logan Black.

Unfortunately, he's MIA.

Sent NOPD to pick him up
for questioning like you said--

he's nowhere to be found.

We got a BOLO
out on him.

Not good enough.
Running out of time to find him.

Let's hope
Gregorio's doing better.

(sighs)

Pulled a few favors from
my friends at State Department.

Think I know where Drew Clarkson
was taken hostage.

Cayucas Nightclub,

Mazatlan. Apparently, he was
throwing around a lot of cash,

even got a table
in the VIP lounge.

So a 19-year-old,
fresh off the base,

cash in his pocket, goes to
a club to let off some steam?

Wanted to live like
a big shot for a night.

There's no crime in that.

No, but his spending made him
look like a high roller

to H&E crews casing the place.

Any idea which
crew took him?

No, this is the first time
they set up a direct call

to the Clarksons. FBI's
setting up a tap and trace.

Should be able to locate
and identify who's behind this.

Well, if a call came in over the
Internet, you can't trace that

unless you get a warrant.
Warrant
and tap it

to the cable provider's
main terminal.

Done and done.

Not bad.

All right. So we find out
where they're holding Drew

and we go in there
and find him, right?

In Mexico? I don't think so.
NCIS isn't sanctioned

to carry out an
international rescue mission.

Okay, then what
are we supposed to do?

What NCIS is allowed to do,

find the sailor's killer.

He's probably
still stateside.

Call might give us a lead. But
as for Drew, that's up to State.

So you're saying
they'll rescue him.

They'll determine a plan
that ensures the greatest good

for the greatest number
of people.

LASALLE:
What is that?

Is that something that comes
straight out of the damn

FBI manual?
Don't you care about this kid?

Of course I care about him.
Who wouldn't?

But I know better than to let
my emotions dictate my job.

Otherwise I wouldn't
be able to do my job.

Yeah, well, that's not how
we do things down here.

All right, when they find
the kid, we go down there

and rescue him. You got it?
Ain't that right, King?

We're gonna take this

one step at a time, Christopher.

Gregorio's
right.

For now, we're only sanctioned

to find Barrett's killer.

Let's
just see

how it all plays out.

SONYA:
NOPD just found

our negotiator,
Logan Black,

hanging from a streetlight
in Central City.

His body is landing
on Wade's table as we speak.

At least you know
your killer's still stateside.

Go. See if Loretta
gets any clues off the body

that'll help us find the killer.

Then meet us at FBI
HQ for the call.

LASALLE:
It's not that I don't trust
Pride. You know I do.

But if we start letting
FBI call the shots,

next thing you know,
it's gonna be their letters

hanging outside our squad room.

Uh, the FBI is expediting
the tap and trace.

We should be grateful,
especially if we don't get

any leads here.
Yeah, still, if
we find the kid,

he'll give us
all the leads we need

into finding
Barrett's killer, too.

Yeah, but Gregorio's right.

Rescuing Drew is up to State,
not us.

The problem is,
if we leave it up to State,

by the time they're finished
passing memos

and approvals around,
the kid might be dead.

Whoa!

Not a pretty sight.
(groans)

Judging from
the multiple compound fractures,

blunt force trauma,
petechial hemorrhaging,

lacerations,
it's safe to say

this poor man was tortured
before they killed him.

Cut out his tongue
for good measure.
(groans)

SONJA:
MS-13, Norteños.
Cutting out

the tongue is a trademark of
all major South American crews.

Meant to warn people:
you rat, you die.

Well, they must've known
we were looking for
Clarkson's negotiator.

Hung his body
on that streetlight

to scare anyone else
from telling us who they are.

Were you or Sebastian able
to get anything off the body

to help us I.D.
the killer?
He cleaned up after himself,

he wiped down the corpse.
Sebastian's trying

to pull prints,
but it'll take time.

That's time we don't have.

Call's in 30 minutes.

Which means we'd better hope
FBI gets us some leads,

'cause we just struck out.

GREGORIO: Patch me
into the Clarksons' home.

Okay, everyone, be ready.

Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson,
one minute until call.

What-what if they catch on?

Just take deep breaths,
stick to the script.

You do that,
you'll be fine.

All right, look,

if FBI can pinpoint the location
of our hostage takers,

tell us who we're dealing with,

should help us I.D.
the stateside killer.
Still,

I'm worried
about the kid, King.

So am I, Chris.

(line ringing)
TECHNICIAN:
Direct connection.

Incoming call to
the Clarksons' IP.

Okay, here we go. Remember,
I need him on the phone

for one minute
to get the trace.

Whenever you're ready.

COMANDANTE (distorted):
Do you have the ransom?

Yes. We do.

Then listen carefully.

I will say this only once.

Agent Gregorio, we are
locked on. Commencing trace now.

One half hour, Jackson Square.

Come alone,
or we will kill your son.

No more games,
do you understand?

GREGORIO:
The script, Susan.

Read it now.

We want to speak
to Drew first.

No.

SUSAN:
Please, we just need

to know that he's alive.
He is.

Need another 30 seconds.
You will have to take my word.

Listen to me, Susan,
I know you're scared,

but you got to try and keep him
on the line, all right?

Try again.

Please, I'm his mother,

and I-I need to hear him.

Otherwise, no deal.

Very well.

(beeping)

(creaking)

(groans)

Say something.
Go to hell!

Drew!
Mom, Mom!

SUSAN:
Baby, are you all right?

(beeping)

I said

no more games!
No, no!

Wait, wait!

Susan, tell him he's wrong.

Drew!
Wait!

Dad, Dad, Dad!

(gunshot)

GREGORIO:
Oh, my God.

(sobbing):
Oh, no! No!

Oh, my God.

Hey. Anything?

Keep trying to find something
FBI got from this call,

but... it's a whole lot
of nothing.

No location,
no kidnapper identity.

Just another dead sailor
and a devastated family.

Well, where's everybody else?

Well, Pride's with Patton,
and Gregorio,

she hasn't shown up yet.

Ooh. Can you blame her?

Well, as a matter of fact,
yeah, I can.

Christopher.

Look, I know she meant
well and everything,

but thanks to her and the FBI,

things went bust in a big way.

And if we would've got
to do it our way...

Nothing would've changed.

We had less than they had.
We didn't even have a lead.

The FBI was
our only option.

And Drew's.

We just...

we just got into
this whole thing too late.

And as much as I hate to say it,

so did Gregorio.

In here.

COMANDANTE:
No more games.
SUSAN: No, no! Wait, wait!

GREGORIO:
Susan, tell him he's wrong.

Wasn't listening to it once
bad enough?

(gunshot on recording)

Moment of impact,
when the bullet hit Drew...

or so the kidnappers
wanted us to think.

I ran it through an exclusive
piece of Triple P software,

(gunshot)
analyzing the impact's
sine wave,

amplitude and frequency
to try to find an acoustic match

in my sound library.

Like an audio fingerprint.

Bingo.
(beeping)

And the results:

(distorted gunshot)

The bullet didn't hit flesh.

It hit a brick wall.

Meaning what?
Meaning

Drew Clarkson could still
very well be alive.

I was up all night thinking,
remembered how H&E crews

typically find other ways
to profit from a hostage,

even after the ransom
demand fails.

Profit how?

Prisoner exchange.
Mm-hmm.

Drug mule.
Organ donor.

Yes, but...

assuming that Patton's right
about the bullet, okay,

and Drew's still alive,

we know that they won't

keep him in the same
place for long.

Still, without a location
and no way

of contacting
the hostage takers,

finding Drew's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

And without knowing
who took Drew,

we can't figure out who killed
Petty Officer Barrett.

Well, maybe we flip it--

find Barrett's killer,
and use that

(phone beeps)
to find out who took Drew.

Sebastian...

Ah. He thinks he
might've found a way

to get a fingerprint
off the negotiator's body.

That could get us to the killer.

Which also may help us
rescue Drew.

Yeah, all right, look,

Patton, keep listening,
all right?

See if you can hear anything
else that'll help us

find him.
Hey, where you going?

Let someone off the hook.

(car alarm chirps,
car door opens)

*

Doesn't get
much better than this.

Picked a great place
to stay, Gregorio.

Quarter'll win you over
if you're not careful.

Spare me the
folksy charm.

I don't belong here, Pride.
You know that as well as I do.

Last night
proves that.

Last night
had nothing to do with you.

(sighs heavily)

I don't know.

I was trained

to profile ISIS rebels,

Hezbollah, Boko Haram--

bad guys I don't mind
seen taken out.

But getting to know the victims
and their families?

That's not something
I'm used to.

Maybe not up in DC, but,
uh, down here, that's just...

part of the way we do things.
Yeah, well, it's bad policy.

Emotions cloud judgment,
get in the way.

I mean, look at me,
I'm a wreck.

Just means you care, is all.

How's that bad?

Can't connect
with the victims,

can't connect with yourself,
that's worse.

You get that out of
a Nola fortune cookie?

Yes, I did.

Could still use your help...

finding Drew.

No offense, but, uh...

we didn't trust the FBI
with the final word,

so we ran our own analysis,
pretty sure he's still alive.

What?
Yeah.

Let's work together,
Gregorio, we can do this.

If I get you Barrett's killer,

you think you could
get your fancy suits

to ID the crew
that kidnapped Drew?

*

SEBASTIAN:
Hi.

Uh, see, relative humidity
of at least 75% is ideal

for activating
fingerprint residue.

Which means once the killer's
prints rise to the surface,

all I need to do is capture them
with my trusty vapor glue wand

and I dust 'em
with some contrast powder,

and...

boom.

All right.
You got yourself a finger...

Man, I can't see.
Someone take...

Who is that?

It's me.
Okay.

You think it's enough
to ID our killer?

Well, it's only a partial,
but it should be enough

to narrow down
who we're looking for, at least.

That's more matches
than I would've hoped for.

24 potential suspects.

Yeah, clock's ticking,
we don't have time

to go around questioning
a couple of dozen suspects.

Need to narrow it down.

Wait, wait, wait.

Cross-check it
with arena employees.

That might explain
how the killer was able

to bypass security cams
before he killed Barrett.

I'm on it.

(computer beeps)

SONJA: Diego Martinez,
former employee of ShieldNet,

a private security company
that worked the arena.

Yeah, former
Mexican special forces.

Been using his skills
to do more harm than good.

The guy's got a serious record.

Notify the Marshals Service?

We did, but we were too late.
Martinez cleared customs

at Mazatlán International
Airport two hours ago.

Which means not only have
we lost our best chance

at Barrett's killer,
we've also

lost our chance
at finding Drew.

I might be able to help.
Pulled a few strings

when Martinez's name
came across the wire,

got actionable intel on
where he might be in Mazatlán.

Good work, Gregorio.
Talk to me.

You have to understand,
I'm pretty sure Director Isler's

only going to approve
of us going after Martinez.

Yeah, but what about Drew?

He won't authorize that.
Neither will State.

You are not allowed
to rescue the hostage.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm clear about
how you obtained intel

on Barrett's killer,
what I'm not clear about

is who gave you permission

to reach out
to International Ops to get it?

Agent Gregorio
was assisting us...

I wasn't talking to you.
I was talking to her.

Sir, you assigned me
to help NCIS,

and that's all I
was trying to do.

Martinez fled the country

before Pride and his
team could grab him.

Time was of the essence.
Is of the essence.

All right.
Show me what you got.

Diego Martinez
goes by several aliases,

one of which the DEA UC spotted
heading into a remote,

heavily guarded village
on the outskirts of Mazatlán.

Happens to be where
the El Cautivo Crew hides out,

and we know he's
a high-ranking member.

Did you want to tell me
that El Cautivo

are also believed
to be responsible

for taking Drew Clarkson
hostage?

And that these two cases might
be-- probably are-- connected?

I read your report.
Sir, if you're
insinuating that...

I'm not insinuating
anything.

I just want
to understand exactly

what you and Agent Pride
are asking me to do here.

We're only asking you
to get DOJ to request

a provincial arrest warrant

from the Mexican attorney
general for Diego Martinez.

And clearance
from the state department for us

to go down there
to make the arrest.

What about
the hostage,

Clarkson?

I've briefed
Agent Pride on our

relevant protocol, and
he's assured me that

Martinez is his only interest.

Good, then we're clear.

Just curious, though--
what is the protocol

if we happen to get intel
on where they're

holding Clarkson
while we're down there?

You hand that intel
over to State

and let them handle it.

What if we find out the boy
won't last long enough

for State to handle it?
Agent Pride,

Mexico is our ally.

And we have strict
rules of engagement

with their government,
ones which we cannot

vary from,
do you understand?
Mm-hmm.

You cannot and will not
break protocol

for any reason,
otherwise you and your team

will face
criminal charges.

This is not a rescue mission.

Are we clear?

Crystal.

Gregorio will take lead,

coordinate with the federales.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Gregorio, a word.

I need you
to keep an eye on him.

Why? He's no longer
under review.
You know what I mean,

and you know how he operates.

(sighs)

Don't get caught up in his ways,
Tammy, I'm warning you.

'Cause if he
crosses the line,

it'll be your shield, too.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Call the referent agent
in Mazatlán,

tell him we're on our way.

We're good to go?

To get Barrett's
killer, yes.

But what about Drew?

We're only authorized

to bring Martinez back.

Let's gear up.
Flight leaves in an hour,

with or without us.
Pride,

um... Mrs. Clarkson's here.

Now, we didn't know

what to say, so

she's in the courtyard.

Mrs. Clarkson.

Agent Pride.

I'm sorry to drop in
all unexpected like this.

No-no need to apologize.
I-I don't know if you got my...

He was our only child.

I still can't believe he's gone.

I just...

I want you to know
that Hank and I know

you did everything you could

to try and
bring Drew back.

We don't blame you
for what happened.

Mrs. Clarkson...

No, I mean it.
This is not

your cross to bear.

There was nothing
more you could do.

Just promise me this:

that you will do
everything you can

to find who did this
and bring them to justice...

so they can't hurt anybody else.

I promise you
I'm gonna do more than that,

Mrs. Clarkson.

I can't give you
any of the details...

but we believe your boy
is still alive.

What? Wha...

My team and I--

we're gonna do
everything we can

to bring him home to you,

safe.
Oh...

(crying):
Oh.

*

Entraremos por el norte.

Capturen a Martinez--
lo quiero vivo.

¿Comprende?

Me no comprende.

No?

Well, that was
some good Spanish,

but you're gonna have
to habla inglé the plan

so I can understand it, too.
All right.

What about Pride and Percy?
They need to know this, too.

Oh, they're just
gearing up over there. Go ahead.

SONJA:
Looks like
they're ready to roll.

Come on, Patton.
Running out of time here.

You got to narrow
it down for me.

(church bell tolls)
See a church nearby,
or better yet, a church bell?

Uh, yup, see a church tower,

about 300 yards away
from the compound.

Any music? A lot of acoustics,
maybe a guitar or something?

PRIDE:
Street musicians

across from the church.
PATTON:
Then, nearby

is where the shots was fired,
which means Drew is close.

PRIDE:
Good work, Patton.

Stand by.
Hey. She's coming.

What are you gonna tell her?

Tell her the truth.

You and Percy will ride
with assault team 2,

Lasalle and I'll take the lead
in the convoy.

You got enough manpower
for Martinez.

We think we've found Drew.

We're gonna go after him.

GREGORIO:
The hell you are. You're
under my orders down here.

Well, it looks like
I'm gonna be disobeying them.

What?
You better hurry.

You don't want
to lose Martinez.

What are you talking about?
We're here for you.

Martinez is an NCIS target,
remember?

Isler will bury us both.

Then you tell him
I didn't give you any choice.

Blame me for everything.
I don't care.

Right now, I'm gonna do the
right thing, go rescue that kid.

Pride!

(church bell tolls)

(crowd chatter,
guitar music plays)

(church bell tolls)

(groans softly)

(church bell tolls)

All right, so if we get the kid,

and Tammy throws us
under the bus,

by this time tomorrow,

we'll be updating our résumés

instead of filing
a case report.

It's possible.

And if you want to sit
this one out, I'd respect that.

You're a good
agent, Sonja.

You do what's right for you.

This is what's right.

(church bell tolls)

(lively chatter,
band playing)

(church bell tolls)

That's got to be it.

Upside down flag usually
means a stash house.

I used to see it all the time
working with ATF.

(church bell tolls)

PRIDE:
All right, look.

You go in the front.

If anybody's inside,
you keep 'em occupied.

I'll go around back,
see if I can find him.

(music playing,
lively chatter)

(door bell rings)

Hola.

Um... yo soy Sonja.

I got separated
from my, uh, group.

Um, so what I need is a...

el mapo.

We don't have no maps.

(door squeaks open)

(gunfire)

(groans)

(gun chamber clicks)
Nice try, hombre.

(gunfire)

(man groans)

(rapid gunfire)

(man groans)

Pride, are you okay?
Do you need backup?

(rapid gunfire)

(man grunts)

(distant shouting
and excited chatter)

(door creaks open)

(muffled groaning)

Drew?
(panting)

Hey. Hey.
I'm Agent Pride.

NCIS. I'm here
to take you home.

Sonja, got him.

How are things out front?
We're coming out.

A lot of gunfire.

Expect some company real soon.

(men shouting, gunfire)

Can you walk?

(distant gunfire)

You knew they were gonna do
this, didn't you?

We're a team.
Don't ever forget that.

King, we got Martinez
in custody.

Headed to you.
How's it looking?
Well, we got Drew in hand.

We're at the back of the store.
What's your ETA?

One minute.

We don't have one minute.

(men shouting)

(gunfire)

(man groans,
tires squealing)

You're late.
You're welcome.

(rapid gunfire)
In here.

(gunfire)

Drive!

(rapid gunfire continues)

(groans)
(gunfire continues)

(siren blaring)

Just got off the phone
with the State Department.

They wanted to congratulate
us on a job well done.

For the successful apprehension

of an international fugitive,
and

for rescuing a hostage
without incident.

That's great.
Mm.

However, since the state

never authorized
the rescue,

and because the
press is curious,

they ask me, how'd you do it?

It's a good question,
don't you think?

What did you tell them?

(laughs)
I told them
I'd have to get back to them...

after I talk to my lead agent.

(distant siren blaring)

Got more details.

They're gonna want to know

that we didn't violate
international protocol

to pull this off,

and I'm telling you...

you better not have violated
protocol to pull this off.

So...

Okay.

Agent Gregorio,
(beeps)

walk me through the apprehension
of Diego Martinez

and the rescue of Drew Clarkson

from the top, please.

(sighs)

(rapid clicking)

What do you think
she's gonna do?

Who?

Shut up. You know who.

Well, whatever Gregorio
does or doesn't do

doesn't change what we did,
and I stand by it.

Look, you got

two choices in life.

You either do the right thing,
or you don't.

Simple as that.

And I learned that
from that man.

Straightened things out for me,
made decisions more clear.

Never doubted you
for a second, King.

Uh-huh.

What do you think
she's gonna do?

I hope the right thing.

What's up?

What's up? You kidding me?

How screwed are we?

As far as I know, not at all.

I told Director Isler

what I saw.
While Lasalle

and I were getting Martinez,

you and Pride were under attack,

fought back and, uh, stumbled
across the hostage.

Stumbled across?

Like I said, I wasn't there.

You thought the hostage
was in harm's way,

and you did what you had to do.

Federales seemed all right with
it, so who was I to complain?

And Isler bought that?

Give or take.

Didn't hurt that we made him
look like a hero to State.

Cream, right?

Please.

So you covered for us.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

(laughs)

(laughter)

What are we doing here?

Just thought you might like
to see why we do what we do.

Not just about protocol,
or catching bad guys.

Am I about to get another speech

about how it's a good thing
to get to know the victims?

Maybe.
So, what?

The end justifies the means,
is that what you're saying?

Depends on the
means, and the ends.

(laughter)

Why're you showing me this,
Pride?

What does it matter to you?

It matters because

it's one thing to review us
at arm's distance, DC style,

but you're gonna be
working with us for a while,

it's important
you see who we really are.

What it's really all about.

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