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Yeah!

Totally nailed you, Dustin!

Dude.

The game's over. Stop milking it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Dustin?

Dustin?!

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

I am so glad we were able to do this.

I'm sorry Rita couldn't make it.

ACLU's keeping her busy,

but she's as happy
as I've ever seen her.

Mm. Well, finding fulfillment at work

and at home has been known
to have that effect on people.

Mm-hmm. So I've heard.

Sausage gravy was amazing, by the way.

Mama's recipe.

Ah, how is Mena?

Well, some good days, some bad.

She's excited about Laurel's wedding.

Though sometimes she thinks that it's

me and Rita who are getting married.

Wishful thinking?

Oh, come on. Not you, too.

It's an honest question.

Complicated one.

Is it? I mean, you've been
together for some time,

and now you're living together, too.

Sure. And it works, so...

Why mess with a good thing?

That's right.

What does Rita think?

We haven't talked about it.

Oh. Think you might?

- Well, that's a "yes."
- You think?

I'm not the one you're asking.

Ah, I'm not sure I should.

Why? Because you're not
wide-eyed kids anymore?

Because you've both experienced
the world's body blows?

Well, I'm not sure I would
have put it that starkly, but...

Oh, but you love her, she loves
you. It's as simple as that.

Uh, my perspective, at least.

We have a crime scene to go to.

Yeah, we do. Come on,
I'll give you a ride.

- Okay.
- And Loretta,

can we keep this conversation...?

In the vault, Dwayne.

Don't want to tell you
how to do your job, but...

Petty Officer Langford's cause
of death looks pretty obvious.

GSW to the chest.

Entered through the thoracic
cavity, exited just above T9.

I'm guessing it's a high-caliber rifle.

Well, I'll keep sweeping the area.

Slug's got to be here somewhere.

What did the paintballers say?

Not much. No one realized
what was happening

until Langford didn't
get up after the game.

All players accounted
for are here on the field.

No weapons?

All clear. Bullet's trajectory

leaves the shooter around 500 yards,

firing from an elevated position.

I found the bullet.

Yeah, looks like it's a .30-06.

Common for hunting rifles.

Uh, maybe Petty Officer
Langford got unlucky and got hit

by an errant bullet from a deer hunter.

Hunting's off limits in these
woods for that very reason.

This was no ordinary hunter.

What do you mean?

Check it out.

That bridge over there...

It's the one spot the
shot could have come from.

Access road is closed.

Not an easy place to stumble upon.

That's a tough shot to make
through that tree cover.

Whoever did this had
some serious training.

You think military or
law enforcement, maybe?

Could be.

All right, well, let's drive over there

and see if the shooter
left anything behind.

All right, I'll talk
to Khoury and Carter,

have them start looking
into Langford's files.

Someone wanted him dead.

Need to know if it was
personal or professional.

Okay. No. Thank you.

I'll let you know.

Yes. Soon.

Good phone call?

Interesting.

Uh, what can I do around here?

Uh, explain how we got a pallet

of canned asparagus, but we're
out of peanut butter again.

Well, 'cause peanut butter
goes with everything,

- and canned asparagus...
- Does not.

Hey, Kurt.

Little late today.

Oh, hey. Hey, we're out of boxes,

but if you want to sit tight,

I can whip you something up real quick.

Oh, no, no, no, I-I'm
not here for no groceries.

I'm looking for Dan. Y'all seen him?

Green Jacket Dan or Nose-Ring Dan?

Jacket. Supposed to
meet with a social worker

this afternoon for the unhoused survey,

- but he didn't show.
- Well, maybe he just forgot.

No, Dan doesn't forget
important things, yo.

He's the responsible type.

He didn't pick up his
usual order yesterday.

Yeah, he'd been coming
in here like clockwork

the last few months,
picking up groceries

for people too sick, too
proud to get it themselves.

You think something happened?

Dan wouldn't miss his deliveries

unless something was really wrong.

All right, I mean, he got
people counting on him.

Well, if he's in trouble, we can help.

I don't... I don't want
to put y'all out, okay?

Right. No. Dan means a
lot to this community.

I mean, he's there for everyone.

Now, I'm sure he's okay,

but we'll get more done
if we all work together.

He distributes the food
that he gets from us

around Washington Square.

All right, we'll start there.

But first, you take a seat.

I'm gonna make you something to eat.

Appreciate that.

Good afternoon.

- Doing good?
- Yes, sir.

Pride, hey, I spoke to Langford's CO.

He was an aerographer's mate.

Turns out he spent most of his
time monitoring sea conditions.

I take it he didn't cross paths

with too many snipers in that NEC.

Aerographer's mates don't have
top secret clearance, either.

I don't believe he had access

to military secrets.

Maybe the shooter took Langford
out for personal reasons.

If someone had a reason to
kill this guy personally,

I'm having a hard time figuring out why.

Did he read to dogs on the weekends?

No, but he kept it between the lines.

Balanced his checkbook,
captain of his paintball league,

called his grandma on Sundays.

You think this was random?

I don't think we know enough to say.

Sebastian and Gregorio find
anything up on that old bridge?

Shooter knew how to cover his
tracks and pick a location.

Only evidence up there
was a broken security gate

and a scrape of blue paint,
probably from a vehicle.

Sebastian's got the
lab running the paint

through the mass spec.

Won't give us a specific make and model,

- but we might get the year.
- It's a start.

- Got a visitor, Pride.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey. Whoa.

What's this about?

It's about lunch. Figured
you guys would be hungry.

Oh, I wish we had time to enjoy it.

Oh, well, no strings
attached. I got to go,

but I was hoping for a quick word.

- Yeah, yeah, come on. Sure.
- Okay.

So I got an interesting
call from the ACLU today.

Not another pro-bono case?

Isn't your dance card already full?

Not a case. An offer.

They want me to be a
full-time legal director.

That's great!

It's about time they got around to ask.

You'd be perfect for that job.

Wait for the punchline, Dwayne.

The job's in Kansas City.

Kansas City?

That's...

847 miles from here?

I was gonna say "Missouri," but yeah.

What do you think?

I guess I-I... I wonder
what... what you think.

Well, I'm flattered. I
mean, it's a good job.

It's a great job, and you'd kill it.

You've got a look on your face.

It's excitement, and it's pride.

- That's all. I just...
- Yeah?

Yeah. Look, it's a huge decision.

And I'm behind you 100%,

whichever way you choose.

Uh, I hate to interrupt, but
I got something you got to see.

Yeah, o-okay.

We'll talk later.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Ballistics report come back?
- Yeah.

No match to any other
shootings in the area.

Shot that good, can't be
the shooter's first kill.

Maybe he just got lucky.

Striking someone center
mass from 500 yards away?

No chance.

- This was not random.
- Agreed.

But it looks random,
especially to the untrained eye.

Yeah. So, we got nothing.

Maybe we need to think bigger.

Expand our search beyond New Orleans.

These are all the errant
bullet deaths and injuries

from over the past few months.

Why don't you take away
any injuries to the top

of the head, shoulders and feet?

Which indicates celebratory gunfire.

And any incidents where the bullet

may have ricocheted off of a
nearby surface. Leaves us with?

Targeted shootings in Seguin, Beaumont

and New Orleans.

Moving east along the I-10 corridor,

all within the last month.

All killed by a .30-06
slug to the chest.

Too coincidental not to be related.

We're dealing with a
serial sniper, Pride.

The first victim's name is Paul
Wright, 43-year-old bank manager

from Seguin, outside of San Antonio.

He was shot coming out of a laundromat.

Local police have any theories?

There were no cameras
outside of the laundromat,

but there was local gang activity

at the time. Police ruled it
a stray bullet from a drive-by.

Second victim is Bea Jefferson,

a 62-year-old retired
waitress from Beaumont.

Killed walking home
from the post office.

Teenagers are known to pop off
shots in the surrounding woods,

so the investigation didn't go far.

Both theories make perfect sense

until you take into account
Petty Officer Langford.

Ballistics in all three shootings

point to a 1960s-era hunting rifle.

Okay. So three is a pattern.

That enough for you
to work up a profile?

Not even close.

There are no commonalities
between the victims.

They're different ages,
races, professions.

What about the blue
paint at the crime scene?

Our only clue so far
is that he's traveling.

Or she.

Female spree killers are rare,

but we can't rule out
the possibility just yet.

They... were traveling
east in a blue vehicle.

Which makes our suspect
pool too large right now.

Uh, hang on, though. We...

We've only been looking at fatalities.

Even the best snipers in the
world miss from time to time.

Exactly.

So, what if we pulled up

any unsolved non-fatal
gunshot wounds...

These are all the
deaths along the I-10,

and these are all the victims
who survived the shooting.

What's the date on the
shooting in Baton Rouge?

Two weeks ago.

Time and location puts it right between

Bea Jefferson's death in Beaumont

and Petty Officer
Langford's in New Orleans.

Fits the pattern.

Victim's name is Ted Jacobi.

He was shot in the arm.

Police say he didn't get
a good look at the shooter.

It remains unresolved.

Okay. Let's track down Mr. Jacobi,

see if he's willing to
come in and talk to us.

You and Sebastian start
reviewing traffic cams

in that area around the
time of the shooting.

See if there's a blue vehicle.

Knock, knock. Hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, not at all.

Missed you at breakfast this morning,

and you were a major
part of the conversation.

Meaning?

Meaning...

well, I understand you're a busy woman.

And getting busier every day.

I got a job offer today...

Running legal affairs for
the ACLU in Kansas City.

Oh, my. Uh, that's big.

Yes.

But not why I'm here.

Um, I'm hoping you can help
me. You did a lot of work

with the homeless when you
volunteered at the free clinic.

- I did.
- One of our regulars at the pantry

seems to be missing. His name is Dan.

Don't have a last name.

Maybe you'd know how to track him down?

Jimmy and I are trying to find
him, just make sure he's okay.

Well, in my experience,
some people without homes

don't always want to be found.

Well, what little I know about Dan,

it doesn't seem like
he's trying to hide.

Mostly, he's trying to help other folks.

Sounds like a good man.

Yeah. Seen him for months.

I just never thought
to ask his last name

or any details about his life.

No, beating yourself up
is not gonna do anything

to solve the inequities of homelessness

or help find him.

True enough.

Well, uh, let's focus on

the problem we have
right in front of us.

I'll call the clinic.

If Dan was a patient there,

they could give us a welfare check.

Thank you.

And they'll also, uh,

look for John Does
matching that description.

Oh, I hadn't considered that.

Sadly, I, uh, see it all too often.

Hi, Ted. I'm Special Agent Khoury.

You can call me Hannah. This
is Special Agent Gregorio.

Tammy. Thanks for coming down
here to talk with us today.

Uh, this have something to do
with the person who shot me?

You catch him?

No, but we're investigating
some other shootings

that we think may be related to yours.

We need to ask you some questions.

We can go at your pace, and if it ever

feels like too much, we can stop.

Yeah, okay.

Tell us what you were doing
on the side of that highway

when you were shot.

Um... changing a tire.

Uh, I'd run over a screw or somethi...

I-I told the other
officers all about it.

Yeah, but we'd like to
hear it in your own words.

Details lost in a traumatic moment

are often remembered later.

I didn't see anything.

Uh...

I just turned around

to put the flat in my trunk,

and then I felt this, um,

searing pain in my arm.

I didn't understand what
had happened at first.

Uh, the bullet went
through my shoulder and...

and-and splintered my collarbone.

You said you turned around

- before you were shot, right?
- Yeah.

Uh, the ER doc at the
hospital called me lucky.

Said if I hadn't turned,

the bullet would have hit my jugular.

It was more than luck
that saved your life.

Well, I-I don't feel so lucky.

I can't work.

I can't hold my kids.

I can't get behind the wheel
without having a panic attack.

We understand, Ted.
You've been really helpful.

Thank you.

Look, whoever did this to me...

It's not right they're
still walking free.

The time, the location, the ballistics

line up exactly with
other sniper attacks.

But?

But the man was standing
there in plain view.

Front, back, it didn't matter.

His center mass was on full display.

So the shooter's aim was off.

Said yourself every sniper
makes the occasional mistake.

I did, but our shooter doesn't
make this kind of mistake.

Hey, Pride, it's me again.

Uh, I have something you need to see.

Again.

This the footage from Baton Rouge PD?

Yeah, and more. So,
local PD didn't realize

that they were supposed
to be searching for

a sniper that was experienced, right?

So they only pulled traffic cam footage

from the surrounding
area of the shooting.

They figured the shot came from

a moving vehicle that
was rolling up behind Ted.

Right. But now we know
that our suspect prefers

a stationary shot from
at least 500 yards away.

Locals weren't looking far enough out.

Mm-hmm.

This is the moment Ted got shot,

taken from a nearby traffic cam.

And this is from a fast
food restaurant security cam

off an exit half a mile out.

Now, lab says that we should
be looking for a blue vehicle

that was manufactured
around the year 2000.

- Like this one?
- Yeah.

This pickup passes
in front of the camera

a few seconds after Ted was shot.

Whoever's driving this
truck could be our sniper,

possibly fleeing the scene.

So, see if you can pull up
the plate, get us a name.

I'll get a BOLO out.

Okay, thanks anyways, Loretta.

Take it Dan wasn't a
patient at the clinic.

No. Good news is she didn't find him

in any area morgues, either.

Well, this is his neighborhood.

We checked the Y, community center,

the park where he hands out food.

Nobody's seen him in days.

It's like the man just disappeared.

Well, someone can't just
disappear. Maybe we need

to start checking other areas.

Now, this dude is always over here.

Maybe he saw something.

Hi. Excuse us, um,

we're looking for a friend of ours.

Maybe you've seen him?

Dan the Man.

You guys cops?

Uh, you could call us cop-adjacent.

In that case...

Seriously?

Dude, I was an English major at Tulane.

So you're broke and up
to your eyeballs in debt.

Want to know about Dan or not?

You got change for a 20?

Nah. But I'll make
it an extra-nice poem.

"Oh, Keeper of the
Keys, So keen to please."

I don't know. That's a lot of rhyming.

Some big words, too.

Don't know if they're
20-dollar words, though.

We got one thing. A last name.

DeWitt. It's better than nothing.

And just the kind of information
a federal agent might need

to run a background check.

Yes!

Mississippi park
rangers saw a blue truck

entering the campground a few hours ago.

Truck is registered to...

Samuel Wilkes.

Consider him to be
armed and very dangerous.

Oh, there it is.

Get that family out of here.

Excuse me, folks.

Please go behind your tent right now.

Hey. Need you all to
get back in the vehicle.

Shut the door, get in there.

Split up. Surround the vehicle

in case he makes a run for it. Go.

Federal agents!

Sam Wilkes, out of the vehicle!

Clear.

Clear.

Where the hell is he?

Sir, I need you to stop where you are!

Federal agents!

Stay on the ground.

Don't move an inch!

- You okay?
- Yeah, I am now.

You kept me waiting here all night.

Don't you want to get to know me?

Samuel Wilkes. 28 years old,

from El Paso, Texas.

Laid off from Foundry Steel Corporation

three months ago.

One infraction for public intoxication.

Other than that, you're pretty clean.

I've evolved.

Three cold-blooded murders

is a pretty drastic
evolution, don't you think?

I decided it was time.

Why let my talents go to waste?

Multiple shots from over 500 yards.

Not easy ones to make.

All it took was practice.

Shooting range was my second home.

What can you tell us about the, uh,

killing of Petty Officer Langford?

Hell...

I didn't know he was Navy.

Bonus for me.

Did you know anything about him?

What's there to know?

He ended up in my sights
and I squeezed the trigger.

What can you tell us about, uh...

Bea Jefferson?

Paul Wright?

You just...

feel like killing them, too?

Nothing you cops would understand.

You can't escape fate.

When the game's over,

The king and the pawn go
back into the same box.

Are you saying these
people deserve to die?

That's the problem, isn't it?

People thinking they deserve anything.

Death is the great equalizer.

I'm just his humble messenger.

Thank you for doing this, Carter.

We were hoping that Dan would show up

at the pantry this morning.

But he still didn't,

and we're really getting worried now.

Okay, here we go.

Daniel DeWitt.

Worked as a mechanic in Jefferson Parish

up until about two years ago.

Looks like he got laid off.

House was foreclosed
on six months later.

Wow, things turned so quickly for him.

Yeah, you're telling me.

Happens all the time.

Says here

Dan was married to a Presley DeWitt.

Divorced a few years back.

- She's local.
- She might know something

that could help us find Dan.

Ah, I got a text from Sebastian.

I need to take this.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Thank you, Carter.

You were homeless, Jimmy?

I didn't think of it
like that at the time.

It was couple of years ago, I was broke,

staying with a friend of Pop's.

But, you know, that man
could not keep a friend

for more than a couple of weeks, so...

they had a falling-out,
and I had to go.

What'd you do?

Well...

packed up what I could.

Found a nice spot in the park.

Planned out my next moves.

It must have been rough.

Yeah, a hard couple of weeks.

But thankfully, it was springtime.

The breeze was nice.

But the feeling wasn't.

I don't recommend it.

No two stories are the same, huh?

After you, Nancy Drew.

Hey, Gregorio.

You've been staring at him for an hour.

- You still not convinced?
- Profile doesn't stick, Pride.

Shots like these take
careful observation.

He should be able to
recall minute details.

All he did was boast.

Shooter as good as him should not brag.

I know.

And he has no military experience,

no hunting license, no
history of firearms training.

So...

He has the murder weapon.

And we can place his vehicle
at two of the crime scenes.

And he confessed.

But what about motive?

Serial killers are
typically thrill-seeking,

mission-oriented, visionary,

or they're in it for power or control.

Well, Wilkes is clearly
enjoying the power.

Okay, listen, if you
tell me the pieces fit,

I'll just walk away.

I'll let the FBI deal with it.

Okay, New York.

Take a run at him.

Thanks, Pride.

The Third Musketeer.

I could've sworn me and the others

were getting along so well.

From one sharpshooter to another,

I had to admire you up close.

Like you know how to shoot.

'Cause I'm a girl?

You don't look the part, is all.

We could've used someone

with your skills back at Quantico.

You should've thought about applying.

And take orders from the deep state

like some kind of lemming?

Fair enough.

So, tell me,

what's your favorite moment?

Favorite moment of...?

You know what I'm talking about.

That last breath.

The second you pull that trigger.

It's only you and that target.

No one else in the world.

It's almost like meditating, isn't it?

And they have no idea what's coming.

And they never will.

No.

Unless, of course,

you miss.

Like outside of that
highway in Baton Rouge.

Ted Jacobi.

What happened there?

Did you lose your cool?

Forget to control your inner predator?

I would've made the
shot if he hadn't moved.

Guy's lucky he turned around.

No, he got lucky
because your aim was off.

I was shooting out my truck window.

My foot slipped and hit the gas.

Your foot slipped. The
sun was in your eyes.

Bird flew by. Okay, sure.

No, I think I was just off about you.

I think those other kill shots

were you getting lucky.

You think you got me
all figured out, huh?

No.

That's why I'm here.

Well...

I got nothing more to say.

Thanks for seeing us, Presley.

Only got a few minutes

before I have to be back at my register.

Dan all right?

I hope so.

He's gone missing.
We're trying to find him.

Any chance he reached out to you?

Oh, I haven't seen or spoken
to Dan in at least a year.

- Do you mind if I get off my feet?
- Yes, of course.

How did he end up on the streets?

Six months after our
divorce, he was diagnosed

with a pretty serious
case of hypothyroidism.

Was he getting treatment?

Didn't know until it was too late.

By that time, he'd
spiraled into depression.

Lost his job and his health insurance.

He was too proud to
tell anyone at first.

When I finally found out,

I tried to help. G-Give him some money.

Seemed so defeated.

The Dan we know doesn't seem defeated.

I mean, since the pandemic,

he's been coming into our
food pantry every week.

Yeah, running groceries.

Helping out the locals any way he can.

He always had a charitable heart.

Can you tell us anything Dan
liked to do before he got sick?

Um, hobbies or where he might go?

Piano.

Drove me crazy playing
late into the night.

Found out later he sold his baby grand

trying to keep up with the mortgage.

"Keeper of the Keys."

Uh, someone wrote that about Dan.

Oh.

I have to get back to the store.

Please, find him.

Even though we went our separate ways,

I still care.

Pride.

FBI's here for Sam.

We have to hold onto him.

I'm telling you, there's
more to this story.

Sorry, they won't bend.

They say we got our confession
on Petty Officer Langford.

- Now it's their turn.
- Hear me out.

Lab found at least 12 sets of DNA

in Sam's truck, including his.

Anything else?

Uh, gunshot residue in the
camper near the side window.

I figure that's his preferred nest.

What about the front of the cab?
Driver's side. Any GSR there?

No, just in the back. Why?

Sam never took that shot at Ted Jacobi.

He didn't take any of those shots.

- Didn't he just confess?
- Only one thing

that he said wasn't a lie.

He said that his foot
slipped on the gas pedal

when Jacobi turned around.

He was driving the truck.

The shooter was in the back.

Sam was working with a partner.

Wait!

We need another word with...

NOPD says there's no
sign of the shooter.

Says he fled as soon as he took Sam out.

- Witnesses?
- Gregorio and the FBI agents

are the only ones in the immediate area.

Yeah, and I should've caught
on to the partner sooner.

All right, get with FBI and NOPD.

Do a knock and talk of the area.

Maybe somebody saw something.

Single shot. Center mass.

Dead before he hit the concrete.

I'm guessing another
500-yard bull's-eye.

Just like our other three shootings.

Whoever did this was our sniper.

Sam here was just a follower.

Sniper's good.

Now he's desperate.

Shooting his partner in broad daylight

in front of federal agents?

And got away.

For now,

Tammy. For now.

No dice. They recognized Dan
but haven't seen him in days,

just like everyone else we talked to.

Hey, look, we're just two people

just trying to do the best we can.

You can always do more, Jimmy.

You always do.

I never met anybody as committed as you.

Including my brother.

I admire it.

You're gonna do well in Kansas City.

I... You know about that?

Yeah, overheard you on the phone.

I'm flattered,

but I haven't made any decisions.

What's Dwayne say?

Oh, he says, "Good for you"

and that he's proud.

What do you want him to say?

Piano.

What now?

Playing piano made Dan happy.

And he got rid of his
before he was homeless.

Where might he go to play in peace?

Well, there's pianos all over this city.

Bars, clubs, churches.

Well, sure, but Dan couldn't
play one that's in use.

What about abandoned ones?

I mean, there's plenty
of churches around here

not in use right now.

Especially in New Orleans East.

We could have walked right
by him without even knowing.

DNA from Sam's truck

was not linked to anybody in the system.

Well, do we need it?

The only way the true shooter
could have gotten here so quickly

is if he followed us
from the campground.

Exactly. They must have
traveled in two cars.

I had the same thought and
I'm way ahead of you guys.

So I ran the plates
from all the vehicles

that were at the campground
where you guys picked up Sam.

Only two of them were
registered to Texas,

which is where Sam's from.

One of them was an
elderly lady in an RV.

The other one was Tanner
Chambers. 36, employee

at the Foundry Steel Corporation.

Well, that's the same
manufacturing plant

that Sam worked at. This is our sniper.

Yeah. Tanner grew up in Texas.

He worked at Foundry
Steel his whole life

until they restructured
because of the pandemic,

and they laid off him
along with a dozen others.

Let me guess: including Sam.

Judging by his social
media, he's a narcissist.

He blames the government,
big business, liberal media

for all his problems. The
world is out to get him.

The shootings started a few weeks after

Tanner and Sam lost their jobs.

Well, judging by his shooting,
Tanner's clearly an expert.

What's Sam's excuse?

Textbook grooming. Sam
was always an outcast,

easy to manipulate, and
Tanner made him feel special.

Sam liked Tanner's attention.

And Tanner liked having
someone to control.

When Tanner thought that Sam...

was gonna turn him in,

he turned his follower
into his next target.

But what about these other targets?

I mean, Tanner didn't have any
connection to these victims.

Tanner's parents have
been deceased for years,

but it says right here he
has a sister in Buffalo.

I'm gonna give her a call.

- Was he always angry?
- No.

We were best friends
when we were little,

but he shut down around the age of ten.

Why then? What happened?

We came to Texas.

Mom and Dad worked factory jobs, but

you know what the economy
was like back then.

Plants were always shutting down.

We were constantly on the move.

Had to be hard on all of you.

I thought it was kind of fun...

Going to new places, meeting new people,

but I was so young.

Guessing Tanner didn't
find it as fun, huh?

He had a hard time making friends.

We-We'd be in one place
for a while, move on.

It was hard on Mom and
Dad, too. He saw that.

Focused all his energy on Dad.

They spent a lot of time hunting.

Your father taught him to shoot?

My dad tried to channel
Tanner's anger into the hunt.

But my dad got sick once
we moved to Beaumont.

You lived in Beaumont?

For a year or so.

Where else did your family move to?

Now, the neighbors said
they heard organ music

coming from inside the other day.

Dan?

Yo, Dan, you in here?

Hold on. You hear that?

Yeah.

Dan?

I'm up here.

Dan. Come on, come on. Dan!

I'm up here.

Hey. Hey!

You okay, man? You all right?

Been better. My leg.

Okay, um, we're here
now, so don't worry.

- Keep him talking.
- Hey, stay with me, man.

Tell me what happened.

Came to play the organ a few days ago.

Tripped on the way down.

I need an ambulance.

Children of Grace Church.

Uh, 1700 block of Bullard.

Uh, and please hurry.

You know when they say "break a leg,"

they don't mean it literally.

It's not the people
Tanner's been targeting,

it's the locations.

He's killing someone

in every town his family lived
in when he was growing up.

Well, because, to him,
every time he moved,

it was another rejection.

The FBI said that there's no sign

of Tanner or his truck in New Orleans.

They think that he just skipped
town after he killed Sam.

Except he's not done yet.

There's one more target on his list.

His sister said that these were
all the places they ever lived.

Well, these are all the
places that he moved,

not where it started.

He's going home.

Where's home?

Mobile.

Mobile PD spotted Tanner Chamber's truck

just down the block.

According to Tanner's sister,

their parents owned a furniture store

at this very location. Lost it in '91.

Now it's this building,
under renovation.

Tanner can shoot from 500 yards.

There's endless targets around here.

Can't look for a
target. We need to focus

on the sniper's nest.

All right, well, let's find him

before he pulls the trigger.

All right, everyone,
we need to move quickly,

keep a low profile.

Tanner doesn't know
that we're on to him.

If he sees any law
enforcement, he may open fire.

Get with local PD.

Start clearing the area, quietly,

but be careful.

He could be anywhere
in this building, Pride.

All right, how do you want to play this?

You two take the top
floors and clear every room;

We'll take the roof.

Clear. He's not here.

Seventh floor clear.

Possible target at the southwest corner

of the baseball field.

Just like Tanner's family.

NCIS.

Drop the weapon.

- It's too late.
- No one else has to die here.

- You don't get it.
- You're in pain, Tanner.

A lot of us are.

You are not alone.

Sure, I'm not.

I spoke to Crista.

You spoke to my sister?

She told us about growing up,

and how hard it was for you.

What you're doing now isn't
gonna make the pain go away.

Don't knock if you haven't tried it.

Paul Wright. Bea Jefferson.

Dustin Langford. Killing
them change anything for you?

Not like I thought it would,

- but...
- Then why hurt anyone else?

I am a hunter.

And I turned my back on
who I am for too long.

So what?

You take out some other kid's dad,

make him suffer?

Is that what your dad taught you?

Don't talk about my dad.

Fletcher Chambers was a good man.

Loved his kids.

He got sick and his company,

they didn't help him.

And then he died, alone,

and he left us.

You don't have to go
out the same way, Tanner.

Do the right thing.

Step away and end this peacefully.

I'll put mine down, too.

That's it.

Nice and easy.

Good.

Now I'm gonna ask you to slowly
put your hands behind your head.

Do what she says.

What are you... No, no!

Suspect down.

You did good today.

Saved a man's life.

Sounds like you did, too.

Yeah, my situation was messier.

Still, look at us...

Saving the world on two fronts.

Three, once you get to Kansas City.

Haven't decided to take the job.

No?

There's a lot to think about.

For instance?

For instance, I'm kind of
wondering what you think.

Well, I think that...

you need to make your own
decision. I don't want to be

- the one to...
- But it's not just my decision, Dwayne.

There are two of us here,
and we're together now.

I'm not gonna up and
leave without discussing

- something...
- I don't want you to go.

I've waited for so long

to have what we have

right now.

I never been happier.

Me, either.

I mean, if you want to go for the job...

I turned it down.

When?

Right away.

What?

Isn't-isn't it what you wanted?

Part of me did, I guess,

but I want this more.

Just to be clear...

"This" means "us."

Yes, Dwayne. Us.

We done talking?

Nope. Just wanted to get s...

s... s... uh...

It's in your sock drawer.

Wh...

I saw you hide it last night,

and so I wanted to sneak a peek,

and I probably put it
back in the wrong drawer.

It's beautiful, by the way.

Is that a...

Yes... Dwayne.

Of course I'll marry you.

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