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ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Navy Coalition Fight Night

here in beautiful New Orleans.

Navy versus Marines!

(bell ringing)

(crowd cheering)

(whoops)

Oh... oh!

(grunts)

(whoops) Yeah!

One, two, three.

That's it, it's over, it's over.

(crowd cheering) ANNOUNCER: And the winner, by a knockout,

Navy Petty Officer Johnny Rudd!

Chaplain Morgan.

(women gasping)

Hey, hey, hey, stay down. You're gonna be okay.

You'll be okay, all right?

(groans) Oh, my God.

Someone call 911!

Come on. An ambulance-- 911.

Come on. Johnny...

You're gonna be okay. You're right...

Trust in the Word.

What?

No, no, no, no, no. (groans)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

Wow. Peanut butter crackers, jelly beans, vanilla crèmes.

It's the best we could do from the vending machine

in the waiting room.

How you holding up, Percy?

Eh, I'm good.

I've been needing a break.

Didn't realize all I needed to do was

be held in contempt, and voilà...

nothing but me time.

Not ready to laugh this one off just yet.

Still upset?

You know I'm not happy you let Nadine Bancroft go.

She's a fugitive now, but I'm not gonna let you rot in jail.

The judge is making a point of keeping me here.

He's not letting me out anytime soon.

Unless you change your statement.

Give Nadine up.

That's all the judge wants.

Well, we all know that's not gonna happen.

PRIDE: Well, it wouldn't matter much at this point.

Judge Dorsey doesn't care about the Bancroft case.

He was put up to this stunt by Hamilton,

as a message to me.

Wiretapping the mayor's phone backfired.

I've been making calls.

Every favor I pull, Hamilton pulls two more.

(phone ringing) But don't worry.

I'm not done fighting yet. Excuse me.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

PRIDE: What do you got?

(door shuts)

The way he said "don't worry"

kind of makes me worry.

He's been eating himself up

about your situation

I'm responsible for my situation.

Neither of you should worry.

I mean, it's not like I'm in gen pop.

Segregated holding is nothing more

than daytime TV and canned pasta.

Orange just might be your color.

(laughs)

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

Christopher, we got work.

Sonja, hang in there.

(door shuts)

*

Paul, you're Chief of Corrections.

Your opinion's got to mean something in this mess.

No, I hear you...

I appreciate that you're trying.

Yeah, talk soon.

He can't help? Already tried.

Put in a word with Justice, but..

Mayor Hamilton shut him down. Ooh, my ears.

My ears are burning.

Were you boys just talking about me?

What are you doing at my crime scene?

Well, I'm a bystander.

I was just giving my statement.

Uh, I had nothing to do

with the murder here.

You got any questions, you can call my office.

It'll save you the hassle of trying to wiretap me again.

By the way, how's Agent Percy doing?

Huh? You were in the jail tonight, right.

That's why you're late, hmm?

I tell you, Dwayne, you look like

you really want to take a swing at me.

Well, why don't you, then?

Go ahead, huh?

And you can join Agent Percy in lockup.

Go ahead. You don't want to.

Who are you?

That's, uh, my new security consultant,

Mr. Stone.

These are dangerous times, man. Dangerous times.

You want to come at me? Come at me.

Don't be a coward. My team's off-limits.

Nothing's off-limits, man.

No.

You're smart enough to know that.

LASALLE: Come on, King,

now's not the time.

Mm-mm-mm.

Tell me things.

Uh, victim is Commander Henry Morgan,

navy chaplain out of Belle Chase.

Judging by the stab wounds in the lower abdomen,

severe blood loss, I'd say cause of death

was multiple organ failure.

And murder weapon was a tactical knife.

Morgan still had it in him when he came into the ballroom.

He was attacked off-site?

Yeah, blood trail comes in from around the corner,

lake side of the hangar. WADE: He was tough, though.

Multiple fractures of the metacarpal bones

in both hands.

He fought back.

LASALLE: Chaplain was stabbed outside,

manages to make his way inside, looking for help.

SEBASTIAN: From someone specific, too.

Witnesses say that he headed for

a Petty Officer Jonathan Rudd,

one of the fighters tonight. You question him?

Not yet. He's upstairs.

Lasalle and I will go talk

to Petty Officer Rudd.

Seems like it was a little tense over there

with Mayor Hamilton. It's fine.

No, I've got eyes, Dwayne.

It was anything but fine.

Loretta...

I'm good.

Chaplain Morgan was trying to reach you.

What'd he say before he died?

"Trust in the Word."

That's all.

Trust in the Word?

Anything bad, whatever happened,

he would just look at you sort of matter-of-fact

and tell you to trust in the Word.

You knew him well?

He was the pastor at Clearwater Baptist.

You're from Clearwater?

Chaplain was your pastor.

He was more than that. He was like a father.

And not just to me.

I'm guessing he taught you how to fight.

In the ring, with honor.

Saved my life.

I joined the navy 'cause of him.

So he was a chaplain at the naval base,

and a pastor at Clearwater Baptist?

Well, Clearwater was important to him.

He felt responsible for the community.

And it got him killed. What do you mean?

He was supposed to be here tonight,

in my corner, but he didn't show.

I got a call a half hour before the fight.

He wasn't making a lot of sense.

Said that he needed help,

and that there was a new threat.

We're in danger.

You and him?

Clearwater.

King... It's Hamilton.

Mayor Hamilton's responsible for the chaplain being killed?

"A new threat in Clearwater."

That's what Rudd said. He did, but...

Hamilton removed police services weeks ago.

Set up a slush fund to buy up properties.

Forced people out who wouldn't sell. Okay, I hear you.

I know it, Christopher, in my bones...

What would you tell me if the roles were reversed here?

You'd say work the case.

See where it leads.

So let's go work the case.

Talk to me.

Asked us to pull everything we got

on the Clearwater investigation.

We don't have much.

We know Audubon Industries

has been buying up properties there.

We know it's a shell corporation

with a fat off-shore bank account.

Funded with drug money from a narcotics ring

we busted last month.

And we're pretty sure Mayor Hamilton's

behind it all, but we don't have any evidence.

It's there, you just have to find it.

I'm wondering what any of this has to do

with Chaplain Morgan's killing.

Pride thinks it's connected.

Morgan was a community leader.

Worked to keep Clearwater intact.

The mayor's working to destroy it.

Morgan found a new danger in the neighborhood.

Bit of a reach, don't you think?

No, I don't.

Where are we with Morgan's murder?

No witnesses.

Area where the guy was stabbed outside

is a blind spot for security cameras.

Perfect place for an ambush.

Killer knew what he was doing.

And the weapon?

A combat knife, drop point blade.

Serrated edge. Too common

to trace back to a point of sale,

and no DNA or prints, except for the victim's.

So nothing.

Well, I'm... I mean, I found some

trace amounts of fiberglass

along the bolster and the thumbstud.

I'm still working on a more detailed analysis.

Well, we got to dig deeper, people.

Get into Chaplain Morgan's life.

Figure out any connection to Hamilton

or Audubon... What if there isn't one?

(phone chimes)

I've been monitoring 911 dispatch to Clearwater

since NOPD resources were pulled.

Call just came in outside of Clearwater Baptist.

Shots fired.

That's Morgan's church.

Chris, Gregorio, with me.

LASALLE: Somebody tore this place apart.

(men shouting, grunting)

Somebody's getting torn apart.

PRIDE: Rudd!, Rudd, back off!

Rudd! Hey.

Get this guy off me.

PRIDE: Stand down now! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pride, he killed him.

He killed Chaplain Morgan! You killed him!

Keep moving. I told you to let us

investigate this case-- NCIS.

I wasn't investigating anything.

I came in and he was here.

Who is he? Carlton Boone.

Gang leader.

Heads up the Public Enemies.

Public Enemies are Lower Nine.

They don't run in Clearwater.

They do now.

Ever since the cops abandoned the neighborhood.

Public Enemies, Ward Warriors.

And what makes you so sure Boone killed Chaplain Morgan?

Some of the parishioners said

they saw them arguing yesterday morning.

Right in front of the church.

That is not exactly a smoking gun.

Look at this place.

Boone wrecked the church?

Why?

Chaplain Morgan was the only person

standing between the neighborhood and the gangs.

He stood up to them.

Mostly, they respected the pulpit.

You should've come to me with this.

I came in here to set up for a memorial.

I see Boone standing in the middle of the sanctuary,

like he's proud of the mess he made.

What was I supposed to do?

You weren't supposed to beat a suspect

within an inch of his life.

I only wish you would've came a few moments later,

I would've finished the job.

And then what?

You'd be up on a murder charge.

Jeopardizing my case, your navy career...

Come on, Rudd.

I've known you all of ten minutes, you're no killer.

If you push a man far enough...

That what Chaplain Morgan taught you?

Eye for an eye?

"Trust in the Word." Right?

That's what he used to tell you.

Then honor him.

Get ahold of yourself.

Anger'll just tear you apart.

This community needs people to hold them together.

Let us deal with Boone.

LASALLE: We know you got in an argument

with Chaplain Morgan the morning he died.

And whatever it was,

you got so worked up

that you went and wrecked his church.

That wasn't me.

Look, I-I went down there to light a candle in his memory.

That place was a hurricane when I got there.

What about the argument, Carlton?

Morgan was a pain in the ass, okay?

He stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

Trying to broker peace between the Public Enemies

and the Ward Warriors.

You weren't interested in peace.

No.

But it was important to the pastor.

And he showed respect.

And we showed it back.

But one day, someone stopped showing it.

Couple weeks ago,

one of my boys disappeared.

So, wait. You thinking the Warriors broke their truce

and took one of your guys out?

Yeah.

Morgan had a different idea,

said someone else was responsible.

Another gang. No, not a gang.

A new player, looking to take down the whole neighborhood.

Look, I thought the pastor was just trying to stall me,

but now he's dead.

So maybe he was right.

You heard him: new player in Clearwater, it's Hamilton.

All we know is that he's probably buying up properties.

She's right. We need more to connect Hamilton

to Morgan's death.

Sebastian processed the church.

I'll see what he came up with.

I'll come with you.

No. Follow up on Boone's story.

See if it holds water.

It's like he's willing there to be a connection to Hamilton.

Yeah, can't blame him.

Mayor goes after one of our own,

it's hard not to take it personal.

He's not the only one.

What's that supposed to mean?

You and Percy are close. She's inside,

you're out, can't be easy.

It's not easy for any of us. Percy's our family.

I'm no more or less worried for her than you.

All right.

This is me, minding my own business.

Gregorio, for real, I'm good.

All right? Percy's in a safe place,

and we'll be getting her out soon.

Yeah. You're right.

So, uh, mind telling me where we're going?

Got you a new cell.

Something wrong with the old one?

Afraid that's above my pay grade.

Hey, what section of the jail are you taking me to?

C-Block.

C-Block? That's general population.

Affirmative.

Well, look, there's a mistake, all right?

I'm a federal agent.

A cop.

There's, like, a dozen people I personally put in there.

Listen, I don't take orders from prisoners.

Now you're walking through that door, voluntarily or by force.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

(indistinct conversations)

PRIDE: Here's what we know.

Chaplain Morgan was afraid of a new threat to Clearwater,

warned Rudd about it before he was murdered.

And you think that threat is Mayor Hamilton.

I do. But I still need proof.

Okay. All right, you're looking right at me.

So that's, that's a little bit of pressure.

WADE: Oh, I don't think Dwayne is putting pressure

on anyone, he just wants to know what evidence

you found in the church,

no matter who that might point to.

Okay. Well, great, then.

Um, I can tell you this for sure:

uh, the church wasn't vandalized so much as it was tossed.

Whoever wrecked the place was looking for something specific.

Any idea what?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was this.

HD camera, shotgun mic,

parabolic sound amplifier, all top of the line,

all night vision enabled.

I found it in the chaplain's office.

Surveillance equipment.

I don't think Morgan was recording the choir with it.

What was he recording? Not sure.

The data card's gone, hard drive's busted,

I can't recover anything.

So, whoever tossed the church probably has the data card.

Means whatever's on it was worth killing for.

WADE: Well, we might not be able to tell you

what was on the data card,

but we may be able to tell you where the suspect can be found.

While performing the chaplain's autopsy,

I found foreign substance in his lungs.

There's traces of microscopic fiberglass.

It matches the trace we found on the murder weapon.

Which means Morgan and his killer

were at another location before the murder.

Where? LASALLE: New Orleans Heritage Boat Yard

used to be one of Clearwater's primary employers.

Lot of fiberglass was used here before the financial crisis hit.

Heritage went bankrupt, been shuttered ever since,

until the property was purchased end of last year

by Audubon Industries.

So we know Chaplain Morgan was here, his killer was.

Which means you were right, Pride.

This murder is connected to Mayor Hamilton.

Still don't know how.

Got fresh tire tracks right here.

Chance our answer's inside.

All right. Stay sharp.

(liquid spraying)

Federal agent.

Put the canister down slow.

And then let me see those hands.

Easy.

Let me see them!

(gunshot)

(Pride shouting)

Pride! Pride! LASALLE: Pride!

Enough!

He's down.

(automatic gunfire)

(tires screeching)

(gunfire)

BOLO's out on the SUV the suspects fled in.

We took the windshield out, so they can't get far.

They're dumping that vehicle first chance they get.

Whatever they were doing, they cleaned up.

Place is covered in bleach, crew was thorough.

Not your typical street thugs. The way they fight,

the way they shoot, every tactic, they're pros.

You thinking ex-military?

Why would Hamilton bring private contractors into Clearwater?

Well, whatever the reason, Chaplain Morgan found out,

and they killed him before he could tell anyone else.

How can you be sure?

The guy I fought had a broken nose.

Courtesy of Morgan's boxing days.

Yeah. We almost had them.

We got to be faster next time.

Speed's not the problem, King.

Fact is, I think you moved a little too fast back there.

Trying to take the suspect down without us.

It almost got yourself killed.

Think I was reckless?

Yeah. You could've waited a moment for backup.

I'm tired of always being a step behind Hamilton.

We need a win.

And we will get it.

Together.

Sebastian's on his way.

Anything the suspects left behind, he'll find it.

Won't have to.

I already have it.

Got the killer's blood right here.

Ha. Match the DNA, we got his identity.

NCIS got to the boatyard before we could bug out. Had to engage.

So you thought the next obvious move

was setting up a meeting with me in broad daylight, huh?

No one followed me. I was careful.

Nothing you've done is careful.

You killed a navy chaplain

in front of half

of official New Orleans.

Clean up your mess, finish your assignment.

We're on a schedule here.

Oh, and, uh, please stop bleeding on my leather.

HAMILTON: I gave your guys a lot of money

because you told me they were the best.

All evidence to the contrary.

You said you'd handle NCIS.

They're onto Audubon, which means it's only a matter of time

before they link it to you.

Audubon will not be a problem.

It already is. Yeah, yeah.

I-I've got that covered.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

State police just found the suspects' stolen SUV,

ditched off the 57 in Dulac, charred to the frame.

Last night, these guys killed the chaplain,

took the data card from his camera

and then cleaned up whatever they were doing

at that boatyard.

Probably on their way out of town.

I'll head over to Dulac now

to check on the SUV, just in case.

(phone ringing)

AUTOMATED RECORDING: You have a collect call

from an inmate at Orleans Parish Prison.

Would you like to accept?

Yes.

Hey, jailbird?

Shouldn't you be watching daytime TV?

(sniffles)

I'm in trouble, Lasalle.

What's going on?

They moved me to gen pop.

What? When?

This morning.

They wouldn't let me use the phone until just now.

It's no secret that I'm a fed.

There're people here who want to do me some serious harm.

Yeah, and somebody pulled some strings

to get you locked up right there with 'em.

Yeah, I'm screwed.

We're gonna get you out of there, Percy.

I promise.

It's got to be soon.

I'm on borrowed time.

We're gonna do everything we can.

And I need you to get yourself safe

until we do.

You listening?

(sniffles) Yeah.

Do whatever it takes to get yourself safe, Percy.

Anything.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

(grunts)

(inmates exclaiming)

(alarm ringing)

GUARD: Get her up!

Put her in the hole. Now! Let's go.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

All right, Chris. But ju...

Let me know as soon as you find out anything new.

LASALLE: You know I will.

Damn it.

Hamilton had Sonja transferred to general population.

Is Sonja all right?

She jumped a guard. Got herself...

(exhales) put into solitary. She's safe for now.

Okay. Then please sit back down.

I'm not done taking samples.

I need to go. Break Sonja out?

I'm going to City Hall.

Ah, to give Hamilton a piece of your mind.

How did that that work out for you in the past?

Dwayne, you want to help Sonja?

If you want to stop Hamilton, then let's identify

Chaplain Morgan's killer.

Please sit down.

Lasalle and Gregorio think I'm being reckless.

I'm guessing you agree?

You carry the weight of the city on your shoulders.

It's not uncommon to stumble from time to time.

Hamilton's threatening the safety of my team.

'Cause we're getting close to him.

But I swear, I...

I've got everything under con... Control. Dwayne.

This situation hasn't been under control

for a long time.

Sonja isn't the first casualty.

Rita just barely survived being run off the road.

This isn't about Rita.

It's about you losing sight of who you are.

What you do.

How can you take care of your team--

or yourself--

if you're blinded by rage?

(phone chimes)

Is that more news of Sonja?

No. It's about the case.

I need to go, if...

Yes. Go.

RUDD: From the moment

I left the base this afternoon,

these guys were on my six.

Gray van.

Tinted windows. They were following you?

More than that.

I get to Clearwater, they get aggressive.

Cut me off.

They tried to ambush me. I got out of the car and ran.

Did you see what they looked like?

Military fit.

And fast.

Slipped into an old cargo depot by the river.

Just barely lost 'em

in the maze of containers.

Came here. Did the right thing.

Morgan caught those guys on camera

doing something wrong and they killed him.

They stole the camera's data card.

Why come after me if they have what they want?

SEBASTIAN: Because I'm pretty sure that they don't.

I just did some digital surgery on Morgan's busted camera.

I learned that the data card was ejected an hour before he died.

Means it's possible his killers still don't have it.

And they think I do. GREGORIO: They must, if they're willing

to go after you in broad daylight,

knowing we're on their tails.

Well, it only confirms that whatever's on the card

is highly sensitive.

I have no idea where this card is.

PATTON: Hate to crash your party,

but Triple P is about to serve you up a sizzling hot lead.

Gregorio, stick with Petty Officer Rudd here.

See if you two can't figure out where that data card might be.

What do you got, P?

Sebastian was running some of the blood samples

we got off of your knuckles.

And none of the national DNA databases had a match.

Which is when he tagged me in.

I may have access

to some restricted international databases.

That's our guy.

He's the chaplain's killer. LASALLE: Ansel Warshak.

Former Israeli Special Forces and former Mossad.

PRIDE: And now he's a freelance operative.

Any idea who's paying him?

Oh, this is the best part.

Audubon Industries.

Okay.

So Warshak had two associates.

We need their names and their locations.

Can you do that?

Oh, ask and you shall receive.

Patton Plame.

I'm going to need you

to take your hands off that keyboard.

What's going on, Karen?

We have reason to believe

that your computer specialist

has been involved in committing federal cybercrime.

Mr. Plame,

surrender your tablet

or I will place you under arrest.

Hey, yo, easy with my hardware, man.

This is some expensive equipment.

Mr. Plame, go into the other room.

Don't interfere with our investigation.

Just comply with her, Patton.

All right? I'll sort this out.

Don't give me "the look," Dwayne.

I'm just doing my job here.

We have hard evidence to suggest that Mr. Plame was involved

in an online horse racing scam last year.

And that evidence pertains

to an undercover sting operation

that my team executed

to take down Javier Garcia.

Official NCIS business.

Official NCIS business leaves a paper trail, Dwayne.

Tag the servers. Take them, too.

How'd you find out?

Excuse me?

You're right.

There is no paper trail on our sting operation.

The target is dead.

So how'd you find out?

Confidential informant.

We both know it's Hamilton.

He helped with the sting.

He's just using you

to try and... and chip away at me,

and you're letting him.

This isn't personal.

The hell it isn't.

Mr. Plame,

my agent is gonna escort you off the premises.

You are to refrain from all contact

with NCIS and any other federal agencies.

Furthermore, you're forbidden

to use any Web-connected digital device

until our investigation

is complete.

Do you understand? How's it feel

to be the mayor's damn errand girl?

You did not just say that.

First you put Sonja behind bars. Now Patton?

Percy put herself behind bars. I don't have a choice, Dwayne...

Yes, you do.

You're just making the wrong one.

I'm the Assistant U.S. Attorney.

I have a boss to answer to.

Don't want to arrest you for obstruction,

but I will if I have to.

Pride...

It's cool, man.

I'm going. You got a case to solve.

Hey.

I'll make this right.

Just keep to the terms.

No computers till I get this figured.

Whatever you say, man.

I have a very unusual heat in my stomach.

I-It's not, uh, food poisoning.

It's not gas.

It's... it's harder, you know?

You want to break somebody's face.

I really do, yeah.

We can't let Hamilton

keep getting away with this crap.

We won't, Christopher.

You ready to go to war with the mayor,

we got your back.

I know you do.

But we...

We'll need our wits to get this done.

Look, I spent a lot of time telling Petty Officer Rudd

not to waste his energy on anger.

It's time I took my own advice.

There's got to be a reason Hamilton's coming at us

so strong.

'Cause we're close to taking him down.

The data card.

Yes. Right now,

only way to turn this thing around

is to work the case.

Get the data card, find those suspects.

They lead us to Hamilton.

Where's Rudd?

Up in the conference room. Okay.

You and Sebastian, try to pick up where Patton left off,

get IDs on the other suspects.

Christopher, with me.

Last night, around the time Morgan

ejected the data card from the camera,

he called you on your cell.

It was right before the fight.

Called and said that he was running late,

but that he wanted to talk.

And he never mentioned the camera or the data card?

Not a word. You remember

anything else about the call?

Nothing I haven't told you already.

Look, I called him back. I asked him why he was gonna be late.

He said he was stuck at the church.

At Clearwater Baptist?

He called from the sanctuary.

Which was... weird.

Because Chaplain Morgan never allowed phones

in the sanctuary.

There's a chance that's where he hid the data card.

Suspects turned the place upside down.

We ran through it with a fine-tooth comb.

Worth another look.

Let's go sweep the church again. Come on.

What do you think you're doing?

(scoffs)

Pride called you, right?

Told you about my little suspension.

No computer, no Internet,

no security clearance.

You're making it sound so dramatic.

Go home, Doc. You didn't see anything.

Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into?

I'm in the middle tracking the killers on the Morgan case.

I can't leave it half done.

Let Sebastian finish.

I love Sebastian like a tall, wiry,

annoying younger brother, but he can't do what I do.

Patton, the stakes are high here.

We catch the killer, Pride has a chance to bring down Hamilton.

You touch that computer, the FBI won't care.

Is this worth risking your career over?

For Pride? Of course.

The man stood by me when no one else would.

He didn't care about how it looked.

Or his career.

He just helped me.

So, please, Doc,

with all the respect I have,

let me do my damn job.

Damn it.

(sighs)

Aah! (grunts)

You all right, Chris?

Aw, just my hand.

No, I mean, you all right?

I'm frustrated.

Seems like searching this place is a waste of time.

Especially with Sonja still in danger.

I know you did everything you could for her, King.

It's been rough--

staying focused. In control.

But we can't let Hamilton distract us.

We got to have faith we're gonna get Sonja out.

Bring Patton back.

Trust in the Word, right?

That's right.

Rudd.

"Trust in the Word."

That's what Morgan said before he died.

Yeah, he said it all the time.

But he was trying to get to you, specifically,

in that ballroom.

What are you thinking, Pride?

The Bible.

If he, uh... if he left anything

in those pages, they would have found it already.

Yeah, you're right.

And the truth will be revealed.

(phone rings) Yeah. We need to get this back to the squad room. Let's go.

Hello?

Got to resist the urge to hang up.

This is too important. Patton?!

FBI gets word of this, we lose any shot at getting you back.

That is the least of your concerns if you don't listen.

I was able to hack Ansel Warshak's cell phone,

download his correspondence.

You ID'd their associates?

I did, but listen, I'm tracking his GPS,

pinged his location. Okay, where are they?

At your doorstep. They're closing in

on the church, Dwayne.

Get down!

Hang up and call NOPD, Loretta.

We need backup, fast.

How did they find us?

Must've picked up your trail after you lost 'em,

tracked us here.

(automatic gunfire)

(automatic gunfire)

They're looking for this data card.

We can't let 'em have it.

LASALLE: Ain't gonna last long

against night vision goggles and submachine guns.

Yeah, by the time backup gets here they'll find us dead.

Any bright ideas?

(shooters speaking indistinctly)

Church got a storm generator?

Yeah, in the rear storage room. All right.

Stay low and get to it. When you hear my signal,

throw the switch. What's the signal?

Haven't figured that out yet.

You'll know it when you hear it.

Okay.

(gunfire)

Gonna need a distraction.

You got it.

You sure you know what you're doing here?

Making it up as I go along.

(gunfire continuing)

(organ blares)

Hands in the air!

Aah!

(exhales)

Christopher, all clear?

All clear.

You did good, Rudd.

You did good.

*

SEBASTIAN: This is apparently what cost Chaplain Morgan his life.

That's the Heritage Boat Yard.

Footage is time-stamped the night of Morgan's murder.

MORGAN: It's Thursday night. I've been tracking this crew.

I followed them here hoping to figure out

what they're doing in Clearwater.

I'm trying to hear what they're talking about.

I'm gonna get closer.

(indistinct voices)

Gentlemen, you're here because...

You recognize any of them?

Hard to say. Doesn't look like

the suspects we took out at the church.

The target arrives in New Orleans

in approximately 48 hours under heavy security detail.

Memorize your entry and exit points...

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

...know your contingencies.

We can afford zero exposure.

Understood?

(clanging)

What was that?

Rewind that.

(clanging)

What was that?

Freeze it.

You know him.

Yeah, we do.

Mr. Stone,

Hamilton's guy.

Mayor's targeted our team.

Maybe it's time we come after his.

(organ playing, woman humming a tune)

Romans 14:7 teaches...

(humming continues)

"For none of us lives

"to himself,

and none of us dies to himself."

(humming)

"For if we live,

"we live to the Lord.

"And if we die,

we die to the Lord."

See, Pastor Morgan--

he served the Lord.

And he served this town.

WOMAN: * This train...

There is good in Clearwater.

There is right in Clearwater.

Pastor Morgan-- he never surrendered our home.

And we won't either.

We stand united

and determined...

as a community.

And we will never surrender.

CHOIR: * This train *

* Is bound for glory, this train *

* This train *

* This train is bound for glory *

* Everybody riding must be holy *

* This train is bound for glory *

* This train *

* This train don't take no liars *

* This train *

* This train don't take no liars, this train *

* This train don't take no liars... *

It was a beautiful ceremony, huh, Dwayne?

Ah, it's a damn shame what happened

to Chaplain Morgan, huh?

It wasn't a wasted life. I can promise you that.

* This train is bound for glory *

Okay, Dwayne. Okay.

* This train is bound for glory *

* All you got to be is just be holy *

* This train is bound for glory *

* This train *

* This train don't carry no liars *

* This train *

* This train don't carry no liars *

* This train *

* This train don't carry no liars *

* No hypocrites and no high flyers... *

We're all set here, King.

Just give us the word and we'll move in,

take this Mr. Stone down.

Stand down.

We're not arresting Stone.

We're gonna follow him.

You sure about that, Pride?

We got a hit team out there somewhere.

No idea of the target.

We want answers,

we're gonna use Stone to lead us to 'em.

Take down Hamilton once and for all.

* Bound for glory, this train... *

That's a dangerous game we're playing.

It's our only choice, Christopher.

Let's go.

* This train is bound for glory, this train. *

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