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Where's Percy? PRIDE: They're taking her to jail.

SONJA: I'm in trouble, Lasalle.

They moved me to gen pop.

IZZO: Patton Plame, I'm gonna need you

to take your hands off that keyboard.

Your computer specialist has been involved

in committing federal cybercrime.

Is this worth risking your career over?

We catch the killer,

Pride has a chance

to bring down Hamilton.

PRIDE: "A new threat in Clearwater."

Hamilton removed police services weeks ago.

Set up a slush fund to buy up properties.

Forced people out who wouldn't sell.

Who are you? My new security consultant, Mr. Stone.

STONE: You said you'd handle NCIS.

Mr. Stone, Hamilton's guy.

STONE: Target arrives in New Orleans in approximately 48 hours.

Sounds like they're talking about some kind of hit.

We're not arresting Stone. We're gonna follow him.

Take down Hamilton once and for all.

(seagulls squawking)

PRIDE: Stone just pulled over. He's entering Clement's Seafood.

Stand by.

LASALLE: Copy that.

We're one street over, on Fulton.

Want us to alternate?

PRIDE: No, hold your position.

Let's see what he's up to.

LASALLE: It's a big risk losing sight of him,

ain't it, King?

All right, we know he's planning a hit on somebody,

and, uh, we could've arrested him,

but we decided to let him go.

No, I chose to let him go.

See who he's after. Besides, it's Sunday.

Clement's is closed. I doubt his target's inside.

GREGORIO: But then what's Stone doing?

We've been tailing him all the way from Clearwater.

Why stop there? Could be he spotted us.

Maybe he's hightailing it.

PRIDE: Stone's headed back to his car.

Already?

PRIDE: I'll follow him,

you two check out the warehouse,

see if you can figure out what he was doing in there.

But be careful.

I don't know what you're gonna find.

LASALLE: You got it.

(boat horn honking in distance)

(tires screeching)

(jazz music playing, lively chatter)

(band playing upbeat jazz music)

(horn honking)

(gunfire, people screaming)

Get down!

Get out of the way! Get down!

Get down!

(screams)

(sobs): No!

(tires screeching)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

(camera clicking)

(siren wailing)

You all right?

No, I'm not.

Stone just opened fire.

Crowded street.

Didn't care about hurting anybody else,

just wanting to get away from me.

We got to find out who this joker really is.

Well, he obviously doesn't think we can.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done something like this.

Yeah, well, whatever Hamilton's up to

has got to be a lot worse than we thought.

Hire somebody like that.

LASALLE: Why is NOPD processing the scene and not us?

Because we don't know who Stone really is or who he's after.

Still, we're following up on leads from prior NCIS cases--

Garcia, Clearwater.

We know Hamilton's behind this all.

Yeah, but, we're the only ones who do.

And without solid evidence...

It's not an NCIS case.

(woman crying)

You find anything out at the warehouse?

Lobster, oyster tanks, packing materials, nothing unusual.

No trace of Stone's pals.

Stone drove there specifically from Clearwater.

There's got to be a reason.

Call Sebastian, get him out there, scour the place.

The only problem is we have Sebastian checking surveillance

hoping to find Stone, while also trying

to figure out who his target is.

We're spread very thin here, thanks to the good mayor

doing everything he can to break us apart.

Only good news is we're working on something to try to get

the judge to rescind Sonja's contempt charge.

Yeah, hopefully get her out of there

before the other prisoners eat her alive.

Okay, well, go, make that happen.

If we can't find Stone, we got to figure out who he's after.

'Cause whoever it is and why

is the key to nailing Hamilton.

(crying)

It's not your fault, Pride.

No, it's Hamilton's.

HAMILTON: The hell are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

The shooting's all over the news.

The hell were you thinking? Relax.

All that matters is we're on track for tomorrow.

My team cleaned out the warehouse

before NCIS found anything.

So why are you here?

Your partners. They're concerned.

Concerned about what?

Pride.

No matter what you do to him or his team,

they keep on investigating.

You know what? Don't worry about it.

I'll handle Pride.

Meantime, get out of here.

I got a presentation to prepare.

Your friend's in a lot of trouble.

Contempt of court is a serious offense, Agent Lasalle.

I understand, Your Honor.

But you don't understand what'll happen if you don't let her out.

All right, I don't have any proof of this,

but a powerful politician, a corrupt one,

is trying to do everything in his power

to keep us from busting him.

And every day Percy is in prison

not only puts her at risk

because of the strings he's pulled,

but makes it easier for him to get away with murder.

(sighs)

Sonja did wrong. I get that.

But something very bad

is gonna happen here if you don't help us.

GREGORIO: No luck tracking Stone's getaway.

There's too many gaps in city surveillance cameras.

I kept losing him in alleys.

I'm-I'm not as good at this

as Sebastian or Patton, obviously.

But, uh,

maybe Patton should...

No, I don't want to risk it.

FBI finds out Patton's doing cyber anything,

he ends up in jail, too.

Besides, Sebastian thinks he might've found something

on the Clearwater tape.

Hard copies. That's old school. I like it.

Yeah. So Sebastian enlarged this blueprint.

Looks like maybe a... corner building with a large kitchen.

Yeah?

A restaurant? Yeah.

Probably in Orleans Parish,

based on what I can make of the maps.

I think that this is the cathedral.

It's about the right distance from the river.

So Stone's targeting a restaurant in the Quarter?

Looks like.

Problem is there are a lot of corner restaurants there.

We got to narrow it down if we got any hope of stopping him.

Yeah. (monitor beeps)

PATTON: Hey, anybody home?

Pride. Sebastian.

Roy?

Sorry, Patton, we were in your office.

Yeah, okay. But don't get too comfortable in there.

Just so we're clear, I am coming back.

You better.

We're a little pressed for time, Patton,

so unless you got something...

Oh, I got something.

But if the FBI come calling,

that's because I kind of, sort of tapped

into their central server.

But you ain't hear that from me.

Check it out.

Who are they?

Seven VIPs

who all happen to be flying into New Orleans tomorrow

with a lot of secrecy and even more security.

PRIDE: Deputy Secretary of Defense,

Vice Admiral Thompkins, Congresswoman Angelou.

She's head of the Armed Services Committee.

Too big a coincidence for it not to be connected

to Hamilton and Clearwater, right?

What she said. The timing is right, too.

Because whoever Stone is targeting,

we know it's tomorrow.

The question is:

which one is the target?

We find that, we find Stone.

Then catch him in the act, nail Hamilton,

and I ain't hiding out in no damn morgue anymore.

Speaking of which, Doc wanted me to tell you

that she's getting the shooting vic transferred here.

Between the bullet and the casing,

we're hoping we can figure out who Stone really is.

PRIDE: All right, let me know when you know.

And good work getting us those names, Patton.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Guys, you're not gonna believe this.

A fish tank?

What? No, oh, yeah, no.

It is fish tank, or a lobster tank,

or an oyster tank-- I'm not really sure yet.

All I do know is that this is the only thing

in that warehouse that hadn't been bleached clean.

Thinking maybe his hit squad missed it?

Yeah, that's a good question, deserves a follow-up.

But I wasn't talking about the fish tank when I said

you're not gonna believe it, or frankly, like it.

This city, our city, deserves better.

And as you all know,

this is not the first time NCIS and lead agent Pride

have treated our streets like some kind of Wild West shootout.

This is outrageous, it's unconscionable,

and I promise to do something about it once and for all.

(phone beeps)

I've personally spoken with the director of NCIS...

Turn it off.

Deputy Director Sanchez, NCIS, wants to talk to me now.

SANCHEZ: The only reason

the director himself isn't on this link

is because he's currently getting an earful from SecDef.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Dwayne,

you're in a lot of trouble here.

I'm telling you, Dan, this is all a bunch of crap.

Mayor Hamilton...

Has formally requested to relocate you

and your team to another city.

Because I'm onto him.

Because he knows that I know what he's really up to.

And what exactly is he up to?

Well, I-I don't have any clear proof just yet, but he's...

There is no "buts," Dwayne.

NCIS is supposed to be a guest in cities,

under the condition that we don't make waves.

And, frankly, lately, you've done nothing but make waves.

Dan, listen to me.

No, you listen to me.

You're one of the best we've got.

That's why we give you so much slack.

But now it's become a problem.

And we can't afford to lose New Orleans

as a base of operations to protect the Gulf.

You are hereby ordered to stand down, Agent Pride.

If you do not, I'll have your badge, do you understand me?

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Look who I found.

I'm free! Hey! Hey!

So happy to see you!

Oh, I'm so glad to be out.

Whoa, you-you, uh, you showered first, right?

Wait, what's that?

Just the lice epidemic in prison's

kind of crazy right now...

Get over here, idiot.

I can't believe the affidavit worked.

I honestly didn't think it would.

Well, it didn't. I had to convince the judge

we needed Percy on the case.

My hero.

Well, I'm not so sure we have a case anymore.

Pretty sure Pride just got an ass-chewing from HQ.

He's M.I.A.

Is that because of the shooting yesterday?

No, it's 'cause of Hamilton. The mayor's obviously doing

everything he can to get us off his back.

The man doesn't give up, does he?

Yeah, well, neither do we.

Gregorio, let's get Percy up to speed.

All right, learn everything you can about the seven targets.

We need to figure out which one Stone's after. Let's go.

All right.

Where are we on this fish tank?

Still fishing.

All right, well, get on it.

We need leads when Pride resurfaces.

Sooner we connect Hamilton to all this,

sooner things get back to normal.

Right. She totally gave me lice, by the way.

WADE: You can't do it alone, Dwayne.

That's not the way it works.

Well, then what is the answer, Loretta?

Hamilton's picking us apart.

Forcing us to focus more on saving ourselves

than going after him.

It's what he wants, and it's working.

Still, you have a team. Not for long I don't.

Not at this rate.

According to the director,

the only way to save my team, to keep us in New Orleans,

is to drop the case.

Which means let Hamilton go.

And I can't do that. I won't do that.

Which is also what Hamilton wants, because the more

you go rogue, the more ammunition

he has to use against you.

You're your own worst enemy.

I'm not gonna let him get away with this.

And I'm not gonna let another innocent person die.

How can I?

So why are you here?

So I can politely listen, nod, tell you you're right?

Because if that's what you want,

then you sure as hell don't know me as well

as I thought you did.

Ouch.

Look, Dwayne, as far as I'm concerned,

after what Hamilton threw at you,

I don't blame you for being pissed.

But I'm telling you, the more personal you make this,

the more difficult it's gonna be

to see your way through.

Just don't make it about Hamilton.

Make it about stopping a bad guy

from doing a bad thing,

from hurting anyone else.

And use your team.

You built them, they're good,

eager, loyal.

They'll follow you down any rabbit hole.

And you know it.

Probably wouldn't be able to stop them, anyway.

You should have been a shrink, you know that?

I prefer corpses.

BOTH: They don't talk back.

LASALLE: Everything all right, King?

Some of us were getting a little worried,

but I won't name names.

Don't listen to him for a second.

He was worried, too.

He's just trying to be tough.

Sorry for the radio silence.

I just had to think things through.

Yeah, that's another way of saying

Miss Loretta had to kick his butt.

PRIDE: Anyway, Patton got a match

on the shell casing fingerprint from yesterday's shooting.

Enough to find Stone's real I.D.?

PATTON: No, he's still a ghost.

But it's enough to connect Stone to both Javier Garcia

and the FBI agents' murder from way back when.

And to that Chinese operative

tried to steal the Navy's ship-activation CPU

a few weeks ago.

Wait, but killing the guy actually helped the Navy

keep the program alive.

It doesn't make sense.

Hamilton had Garcia killed to keep his mouth shut,

but then he kills a Chinese operative,

which turned out to be a good thing?

It only makes sense if it's good for Hamilton.

PRIDE: Exactly, which means

the sooner we figure out what all this has to do

with the mayor's plans for Clearwater...

The sooner I get my damn office back.

And the sooner I get payback,

see Hamilton behind bars instead of me.

Welcome back, Sonja.

You okay? SONJA: You tell me.

Word is HQ is still pretty pissed at us.

Actually, more me than you.

Still, it goes without saying, if any of you want to bow out...

I think you know us better than that.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Which brings us back to Stone and who his next target is.

PRIDE: Yeah, you able to narrow it down

to one of the seven incoming dignitaries?

No, not yet, but at least we know

what they're doing in New Orleans.

Yeah, and they're not incoming anymore,

they're already here.

Apparently for some shindig

at city hall tonight.

I hacked...

I mean, I accidentally stumbled across

the NOPD and the FBI communications

coordinating security-- it's big-time.

It's got to be the big secret, right?

Whatever Hamilton's plan is.

Can we get ears in there? No way.

All that security? It's like Fort Knox.

Can we bug one of the guests before they go in?

Wouldn't make a difference; they're all gonna

get scanned before they even get

in the building.

Not all of 'em.

All right, look, uh, you know,

either we do this or we don't, okay?

I got people waiting.

Told you to come alone.

Yeah, I don't go anywhere without NOPD.

Especially here.

After all,

desperate men do desperate things.

Frisk him.

You can wait outside.

Now, you know I'm only here 'cause you said you wanted

to save your team's jobs, right?

That's right. Only one way that's gonna happen.

And that's if you back the hell off me, and I mean

all the way off.

All right. On one condition.

(chuckles): Condition? Oh, man, no, no.

You don't get conditions, Dwayne.

All you have to do is confess

to killing Garcia and the FBI agents

and the Clearwater pastor and your connection to Stone.

Oh, man, you are out of your mind.

You are out of your damn mind... (shouts)

I'm gonna tear you down, Hamilton. Hey! Son of a... (shouts)

I'm gonna connect your sorry ass to everything you've done! Get in here!

Every murder, every person you hurt! Get in here!

And if I can't get you the needle,

I'm gonna make damn sure you spend

the rest of your miserable, corrupt life in prison!

(panting)

Oh...

you are finished, Dwayne.

You are finished in this town, do you understand?

You and your whole damn team.

You're done!

Let's get out of here.

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

Bug's in Hamilton's coat pocket, Patton.

Copy that, Pride. I hear him loud and clear. (Hamilton shouting)

And let me tell you, he is pissed.

So am I.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct police radio chatter)

MAN: Sir.

PRIDE (over radio): All right, talk to me.

It's 15 after.

We only saw six of the seven potential targets

enter so far, King.

Which means no sign of the congresswoman yet.

(sirens wailing)

GREGORIO: Whoa, hold on a second. Stand by.

Here comes another police escort.

Check that, Pride. We just saw the congresswoman enter

through a side entrance on Lafayette.

They're all here.

HAMILTON: So what do you say we get this show on the road?

You all traveled a long way. I appreciate that.

So let me make it worth your while.

Turn it up. Uh, I know it's been a long, arduous process,

but, um, it's my hope, this evening,

to convince those of you who are still holding out--

uh, I'm not gonna name any names, now,

(clears throat) Congresswoman--

uh, to convince you once and for all

why Clearwater, why New Orleans

is the best candidate for the first naval shipyards

to be built in our country in decades.

Come on, come on around here.

Yeah, that's right.

Whoa. HAMILTON: See for yourself.

Ah, she's a beauty, isn't she?

Now, as you know, unlike

the Georgia option, Clearwater is all but shovel-ready.

And on top of that,

we offer easy Gulf and Panama Canal access.

We got plenty of slips for stealth destroyers

and nuclear subs and whatnot.

And we also have enough land and infrastructure

to build high-tech centers--

centers which will allow the Navy

to open the first ship-activation centers

east of San Diego.

Something D.O.D. has long coveted.

Guess that answers that question.

This is bigger than I thought. THOMPKINS: So, out of curiosity,

how many people would your shipyard employ?

Well, I'm actually glad that you asked that, Admiral,

because our research says that 11,000

full and part-time jobs will be created,

both civilian and military.

Which would be a much-needed boon

to both New Orleans and Louisiana, I imagine.

And great press for the Navy.

Great press for you, too, Mr. Mayor.

As well as a boon

to whatever political aspirations you may have.

Might as well start calling him Governor Hamilton now.

(scoffs) Over Pride's dead body.

HAMILTON: No, no, no.

Th-This is not about me, Congresswoman.

It's not about me.

Folks around here have been ignored by D.C. for too long.

We're still recovering from Katrina.

Now, this will help New Orleans.

I make no bones about that.

But it will also help America and the Navy, too.

How does it help the residents of Clearwater?

Uh, s-sorry?

The latest report shows there are at least

2,000 people still living there. Right.

Well, we will relocate them.

Affordable housing has already been designed

into the entire process.

But my point is... Yes.

...they're still there.

You want to break ground next month,

but people are still living on the very site.

It's not even cleared.

HAMILTON: All right, look, we're getting down

to the wire here, Congresswoman.

We know that you are the lone holdout here.

But since you're the head of the Armed Services Committee,

we also know that your vote holds great sway.

So is there anything I can do or say

to convince you before the final vote?

No.

Because I still think the Georgia site's

a better alternative.

Yeah. Excuse me.

HAMILTON: Don't worry about it. She'll come around,

one way or the other.

What do you think, King?

I think Hamilton will do anything to get that shipyard.

Which means that poor congresswoman

is obviously Stone's next target.

Question is: how do we save her?

We don't even know where Stone is

or when and where he's planning the hit.

Can't exactly warn her.

We're not even supposed to know about this.

Hell, we're not even supposed to be on the case.

PRIDE: We'd better figure it out,

because saving her stops Hamilton,

and that's all that matters.

Wait, wait, you two

are supposed to be watching the congresswoman!

We handed it off to Lasalle and Percy.

They're there, don't worry.

Sorry.

Did you get any sleep?

No, not much. We're no further along

knowing when or where Stone's gonna strike

than we were last night.

Patton checked surveillance cameras,

he's-he's used facial recognition, nothing.

She's safe for now. It's okay.

Yeah, she's in her room, Capitol Police are guarding her.

Stone's not gonna make his move until she leaves.

How do you know? 'Cause he's not gonna take her out

and make it look like a hit.

Be too easy for authorities

to connect it to the shipyard vote, maybe even to Hamilton.

Right. Right, so they...

make it look like an accident.

GREGORIO: Exactly. It's probably a restaurant

based on the blueprints and maps.

We just got to figure out which one.

Yeah, it's got to be a seafood restaurant

'cause of that fish tank, which, by the way,

I've been working on in my old lab.

Seems like they were cultivating some kind of a fungus inside.

I don't know. I'm running tests right now.

Yeah, well, go see if anything's turned up.

Go!

Protect the congresswoman, catch Stone in the act,

use him to bust Hamilton.

We got this, Pride.

Save the day, save your badge.

I don't care about my badge.

Where-where are you going?

To warn the congresswoman; she needs to know.

What are you gonna tell her? We don't have any proof.

So far, we don't have anything.

Pride!

HAMILTON: I just want to know what the time frame is.

Just want to be prepared, that's all.

Prepared for what?

HAMILTON: Prepared for what? What do you think?

Media's gonna want answers.

I-I'm the one that invited her to come here, remember?

Just tell them New Orleans is a dangerous town.

Don't be smug with me.

Just answer my question.

Couple hours, it'll be done.

Couple hours?

That soon?

Hey, guys, can I... (silenced gunshot)

Wh-What was that?

What happened?

Don't worry about it.

Right now, the bigger issue is Pride.

He needs to be dealt with.

(phone beeps)

Wonder what the record is for shortest stint

as an NCIS field agent.

Always wanted to be the best at something.

I kind of wish it wasn't that.

Yeah, well, at least you'll be free.

Broke but free.

Me?

I'm looking at five to ten hard,

and undoubtedly with a bunk mate named Bubba.

Yeah, you're right. You're way more screwed.

Any luck tapping into the congresswoman's itinerary?

No offense, but your old lab computers

are not exactly set up for a Triple P hacking.

That's not cool.

Man, don't go getting sensitive.

Man, it's not personal.

No, no, it's not that. It's this.

What is it?

SEBASTIAN: Karenia brevis.

Who is that?

No, it's not a who, it's an algae.

I just found trace elements of it in the fish tank.

At first I thought it was

a fungus, but...

I take it it isn't?

No, you ever hear of red tide?

You know, a-a microscopic algae

that sometimes grows in oysters in the Mississippi?

Yeah, that stuff is deadly, isn't it?

Yeah, very.

(sighs) Anything happening?

No, congresswoman's still inside,

safe and sound, I hope.

Caramel Macchiato.

Extra shot, right?

Thank you.

What's Pride doing here?

(trolley bell dinging)

I'll get your keys for you, sir.

Just leave it there.

NCIS.

I need to speak with the--

Congresswoman.

Special Agent Pride, NCIS.

Sorry to bother you, but it's important.

What's this about?

It's about the shipyard and Mayor Hamilton.

I'll be right there.

Why does NCIS know about the shipyard?

NCIS doesn't, I do.

I can't explain why I know what I know,

but I have to tell you, Hamilton is not gonna let you vote.

He's gonna stop you.

Stop me? How's he going to stop me?

He's gonna try and kill you.

What?

That's ridiculous.

No, no, listen.

I'm sorry, but pl-please.

You got to believe me.

Me and my team have been tracking a hit squad,

and we have every reason to believe

they're connected to Hamilton

and that you're their next target.

Do you have proof of this?

No, not exactly, no.

But I'm-I'm telling you, I know Hamilton,

and he'll do anything to keep you from voting.

Or maybe you're just trying to scare me.

I'm-I'm sorry? Don't think I don't know

how this town of yours works, Agent Pride.

New Orleans has a long history of corrupt officials.

This looks like just another example.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

You tell your mayor friend...

He's not my friend.

...I will not be intimidated by you or anybody else.

That shipyard will never be

built in Clearwater, ever.

Good day.

Look, Congresswoman, I'm just...

(siren wailing)

(cell phones chime)

(trolley bell dinging)

(engine starts)

King, King!

We just got a text from Patton.

He's got the congresswoman's itinerary.

Yeah, and she's headed to lunch with Admiral Thompkins

at Beaux's Oyster Bar, corner restaurant.

LASALLE: Plus, Sebastian thinks he knows

how Stone's gonna make the hit

look like an accident.

Red tide.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

Congresswoman. Hello, Admiral.

Good to see you. Good to see you. Thank you.

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

(horn continues honking)

THOMPKINS: Did you have trouble finding us?

ANGELOU: None.

I seem to recall you like white wine.

(horn honking) Get out of the way!

(siren wailing, tires screeching)

THOMPKINS: Got to tell you, they have amazing food here.

Oh, here we go.

Compliments of the house.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Wow, isn't this pretty?

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

(siren approaching)

A little lemon.

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

We got to go. Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

Cover him! Out of the car!

Hands up!

Don't move!

I'm okay.

Let's go, let's go. Get her out of here.

REPORTER: Now, witnesses say the driver,

identified as the same federal agent

who was chastised by the mayor

for similar reckless action just two days ago,

intentionally drove his car into the patio filled with diners.

Now, fortunately, nobody was injured.

However, the investigation into...

LASALLE: That's some bull.

They ain't got a clue of what was going on.

King saved that woman's life.

SONJA: Problem is, nobody knows.

Yeah, not even the congresswoman.

SEBASTIAN: Tammy's right.

I mean, even if they test those oysters,

the red tide will look like it was naturally occurring.

There's no way anybody would think that it was intentional.

But that's Stone's play,

to make it look like an accident.

Yeah, which means King's a hero, and the media's trying

to spin it like he's some crazed maniac.

You mean Hamilton's trying to spin it.

HQ can't really blame him for doing the right thing, can they?

They don't know he's doing the right thing. We don't even

have enough proof; besides, we're not even

supposed to be on this case anymore.

So, what do you think is gonna happen?

They're suspending us.

Pending further review, deputy director's ordered us

to stand down, cease and desist all NCIS activities.

(chuckles): Wait. That's not right.

Yeah, if it wasn't for you, that congresswoman would be dead.

She's still in danger, too.

Which means, if we don't do something...

There is no "we" anymore, all right?

At least not until HQ figures it out.

Which means for now,

"we" aren't doing anything.

Is that understood?

King, you got to be... I meant it, Christopher.

HQ's not messing around anymore, and neither am I.

I'm the one who dragged you into this,

and for that I am truly sorry.

I'm beyond grateful for your loyalty,

but it's not just my badge at stake anymore.

Now, it's over!

Go home!

Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!

How'd he find out, huh? How'd Pride save her?

'Cause he would have had to know exactly what we were doing,

when we were doing it.

Did you tell him? You tell him when you met him in his bar?

Course I didn't! Why would I do that?

And besides, I don't know how and when.

That's supposed to be your job,

which, by the way, you been screwing up so much

that we got no other choice anymore.

And what's that supposed to mean? It means that

I'm shutting it down, that's what it means.

Okay? No more shipyard.

This is so out of control

that I have to put a stop to it

before it bites all of us in the ass.

Well, that's not just up to you.

And I doubt the others would agree.

Yeah, well, that's too bad. We've lost our chance.

No, we haven't.

We still have one chance to save your precious shipyard.

Problem is there's someone out there

who's not gonna give up trying to stop you.

Unless you let me put a stop to him first.

(door opens)

(door closes) You know, with all the people

you've pissed off in your life,

you'd at least think you'd lock your door.

I heard about the suspension.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

I'm fine.

Ah.

Yeah, well, could have fooled me.

Loretta, look...

I don't need any speeches or pep talks

or anything else right now.

I just need you to leave.

Not until you tell me what's going on.

Not until you talk to me. No more talking.

I've had it. I'm done.

And I'm gonna put an end to this once and for all.

Dwayne, you're scaring me.

I'm sorry.

You know I love you,

you know I'd do anything for you,

but I don't want you trying to talk me out of this.

Out of what?

I tried to do it your way,

I tried to do

the right thing with my team,

but it got 'em in more trouble.

And I'm not putting 'em through anything more.

This is my job now!

You're going after Hamilton.

Somebody has to.

And since nobody else has any idea

what the hell he's really up to, it's gonna be me.

And I will, if it's the last thing I do.

What do you mean, "If it's the last thing I do"?

Make sure NCIS gets this.

It says that I take full responsibility

for forcing my team

to do everything.

Dwayne, you're taking this too personally!

You're damn right I'm taking it personal!

I should've stopped Hamilton a long time ago!

Now, you listen, Dwayne! No, you listen to me!

You listen to me! Listen to me!

He's killed people; and more people

are gonna die if I don't do something right now!

Now get out of my way, Loretta! Dwayne, you...

Get out of my way!

Dwayne, wait, your phone!

*

Expecting the good mayor, were you?

PRIDE: No.

Hamilton's too much of a coward.

I figured this was a setup.

Then why'd you come?

'Cause I knew you'd be here.

And I need you... to help me get Hamilton.

Mayor says this place means a lot to you.

Apparently has some kind of history,

uh, family history.

Your mother sang here, or something.

You know... be a shame

to see it go up in smoke, wouldn't it?

But, you know, it's an old kitchen,

gas lines, faulty wiring.

Accidents do happen.

Your point?

My point...

is that Hamilton wanted me

to give you one last chance to back off,

listen to your bosses, reason.

But, that's not gonna happen, is it?

No, it's not.

(grunting)

I'll be in the car.

(beeping)

(grunting)

(coughing)

(yelling)

(car alarms wailing)

(sirens wailing, indistinct police radio chatter)

No way.

*

Is it him?

Uh... I don't know.

Maybe.

That's his gun and his badge.

I know.

It doesn't mean anything.

Pride-- he-he would've found a way out. He had to.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

I tried to stop him.

It's not your fault.

When will you know?

When I get him on my table.

*

(sighs)

Ah.

Well, I see New Orleans has gotten to you.

Sorry? Oh, yeah.

Sazerac, right?

Right? Although Napoleon Bar

in the Quarter makes the best.

But tell you what, you stick around,

I'll buy you one.

You know, I've been in politics long enough

to know when someone's trying to play me.

I'm not changing my vote.

That's a mistake.

Just saying.

Now, are you sure there's nothing

I can do to convince you?

I mean, no offense to Georgia, but...

Let me ask you something.

How are you going to get

the rest of the Clearwater residents to leave?

What difference does that make?

They're gonna be gone.

They're gonna be taken care of, trust me.

That's the problem.

I don't trust you.

At all.

Well...

...I'm not giving up.

I'm gonna get that shipyard one way or the other.

We'll see.

Oh, no, no, no, don't worry about that.

It's on me.

Enjoy.

*

LASALLE: I'm telling you,

it's not him.

Okay, fine.

But what if it is? It's not.

It can't be. SONJA: Then why was

Pride's gun and badge on the body, huh?

How do you explain that?

I don't know, all right?

I... It just can't be him.

Because if it is, then... All right, let's just...

You know, this is, this is hard for all of us, obviously,

and-and, you know, we just got to... we just got to wait.

She's coming.

It's not Pride.

What?

Thank God.

Are you sure?

DNA didn't come close to matching.

I don't know who the hell that is,

but I know it's not Pride.

Okay, but wait.

Do you think Pride put his badge and gun

on the body intentionally?

Had to.

Yeah, but why?

Maybe he wanted us to know that he was still alive.

I mean, he had to know that Doc was gonna check, right?

Well, that can't be the only reason; otherwise he would've

shown up already, let everyone else

know he's still alive.

Maybe he wants everyone else to think he's dead.

Yeah. Especially Hamilton.

(train horn blowing)

I just wanted to make sure you were still breathing.

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