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Previously on the firm.

McDear still doesn't know anything.

He thinks Sarah Hull was hacking the noble insurance.

And you know this how?

McDear told me.

He trusts me. Well, you can't take that chance.

McDear needs to go.

The police think McDear killed Moxon. If McDear turns up dead, it's only going to

heat up the investigation.

Then what do you suggest?

We spin him.

Bring McDear in and tell him the story.

Those men that were following you, they were noble investigators.

Investigators who I understand got wildly overzealous. They never should

have chased you. Again, on behalf of noble, please accept our apology.

I'm just glad it's done now.

We can all get back to our normal lives.

They switched the document.

I don't know, but that's why we got it back. Whoever did this wants us to think

that we still have it, so that we go down the wrong path.

They didn't buy it.

Well, at least he doesn't know who's behind it.

For now.

But how much longer can we hold them off?

Go to your window. Do it now.

Oh, my God.

You just couldn't let it go, could you?

Talk to me, Andrew. Tell me what I'm looking at.

The end, Mitch.

You're looking at the end. Get the hell out of there.

Listen to me. The spot we first met, do you remember?

Mitch.

Mitch! What about it?

Get there if you can. I'll be waiting.

If I don't see you all night, you can get out.

Free seats in a luxury box, limo to the stadium.

Kinross is really rolling out the red carpet.

Yeah, it does feel like something's changed.

Like this is some kind of smokescreen.

They bring you in, blame Moxon, calm you down, and then treat you like you're

their favorite lawyer.

Thanks, Tommy.

Sure thing, Mr. McDermott. Thank you.

I thought Kinross was involved because they represent Noble Insurance, but it

has to be more than that.

I don't think we can trust Alex Clark.

Little brother?

I don't think we can trust anybody.

I figured the only time I'd ride in one of these is the day I died.

That's a hearse, Ray, not a limousine.

Oh, did I say died? I meant the day I got married.

Married? You?

Don't look so surprised.

You're kidding.

I thought the big M wasn't your thing.

If it doesn't work out, I can always get a big D.

Lucky for me, my brother's a lawyer.

Congratulations, man. I am happy for you. Thank you.

I am happy for you both.

I'm gonna get a ring.

I know this guy who moves diamonds.

Moves them where?

Don't worry.

I'm pretty sure it's leaving.

Why are we stopping?

I don't know. Where are we?

Barrow Street. This isn't right.

Ray McDeer.

Please step out of the vehicle, sir.

What the hell's going on?

Are you Ray McDeer?

Where's Tommy?

Your driver's fine, sir. He'll have a small headache when he gets up. But I

didn't hurt him.

Who are you?

U.S. Army Sergeant Leonard Debs.

20 years active duty.

I'm the one who commandeered your vehicle. Why did you do that, Sergeant?

Because I need to speak to Ray McDeer.

I don't mean you any harm, but this is an emergency.

You just committed felony kidnap. Do I know you? No, sir. But you know my

lieutenant? Lieutenant Givens? You working with divorce?

He says you're a great investigator.

Sergeant, give me the keys.

If you need an investigator, use the phone and make an appointment.

My son was murdered two days ago.

Well, then call the police.

I did.

I went to them a dozen times, but they won't even investigate without a body.

They made me file a missing persons report.

How do you know he is not missing?

My son is dead.

If there is no body, how do you know that?

That's why I brought you here, sir. Let me show you. Please.

His name's Rashad. He's 21.

He died two weeks ago and lived with his mother here in D.C.

What happened two weeks ago?

My wife, Charlene, she passed.

Breast cancer.

Sir, for your loss.

Rashad was supposed to meet me at the airport.

The night I landed, he called me to say he couldn't meet me.

Said he was calling to say goodbye.

Did you ask him what he meant?

I tried.

But before he could answer, I heard a gunshot.

I know that sound.

And Rashad, he made this noise.

I'll never forget the rest of my life.

Then the phone went dead.

This one.

I have a friend we serve together. She works for the phone company. She looked

up the number for me. I got here about two hours after it happened.

And you didn't find any? No.

No blood, no body.

There was a power line crew working in the front of the alley. The foreman said

they didn't see Rashad.

The phone receiver was wiped clean.

It was clean or it was wiped clean? No fingerprints of any kind.

I checked the hospitals, morgues, city shelters.

I've no one seen my son since that night.

He missed his mother's funeral.

You said you saw a power line crew.

I don't get that because this alley doesn't have any power lines running

through it.

Hey, Ray.

What?

Look at that.

That look new to you? Yeah.

Get it off.

What does that look like to you? Same thing it looks like to you, a bullet

hole. Yeah?

A bullet hole that somebody didn't want us to see.

Yeah, look at that. It's in here. Yeah.

Please.

Help me find my son.

A bullet hole.

So you think his son is dead?

Well, I honestly don't know.

If he is, then where is the body?

I called the precinct. I'm trying to get the police to start an investigation.

Claire, we're out of here in two minutes! It's just such bad timing.

The story we got from Kevin Stack over at Noble, that Martin Moxon was stealing

from the company?

I don't buy it. Neither do I. If he was embezzling, then why slip me the

numbers? And what does his stealing have to do with Sarah Holt?

It sounds like a cover story. Exactly.

We have enough trying to figure out the Sarah case, much less running all over

town trying to find a missing person.

Bet you're taking the case.

Actually, it's not my case.

It's Ray's.

Apparently, he's been doing some P.I. work on his own.

Actually, I was thinking I'd do a little work on the side myself.

Really?

Andrew said Martin Moxon was married, that he and his wife were having

troubles. I thought that maybe I would call her and try to connect.

If her husband was upset enough to kill himself, she must have some idea why.

Okay, just be careful.

I will.

I'm very delicate.

Claire! If you're not down here in 30 seconds, I'm coming up there to get you.

Delicate.

Rashad Debs, 21.

Handsome. My best guess, drug-related.

You think so?

Come on, bro.

He got shot at a payphone in a high-crime area.

Only two kinds of people use payphones, drug dealers and nobody.

Well, that kind of narrows it down. He got jacked. He's either buying or

selling. Maybe.

This is your case. I am just along for the ride. But where is the body? What

kind of drug dealer plasters up a wall? Two very good questions, Ray.

You know, if it was an easy case, Debs wouldn't have hired me. He would have

hired Mitch.

Okay, boss.

What's next?

Divide and conquer. You and I go see Debs, get this thing solved behind us.

Tammy, you lead the charge on Mox.

Works for me.

I'm dying to know what happened to Rashad, but I'm all about these numbers

right now. Yeah, all two of them.

Maybe two is all we need.

I was thinking Sarah got into the Noble database from her desk at work, right?

Yeah, because they're all connected to the same mainframe.

So maybe I could do the same thing.

If I get on one of these computers at a Noble company, I could look up the

numbers we have left.

That is actually a brilliant idea.

See if anyone's hiring.

It's time for you to get a new job.

Charlene and I bought this house when Rashad was a boy.

In Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan.

I'm gone more than I'm here.

At least I found the place.

Shades drawn, doors locked, no food in the refrigerator.

Your wife, uh, died two weeks ago. Yeah.

I couldn't bear coming home to her, thanks.

Rashad promised he'd get them together, but he never touched anything.

How was your relationship with Rashad? Were you close?

No. We used to be.

But with me gone these last few years, he... He resented me leaving, even more

so with his mom being sick.

Once, almost a year ago now, he told me he hated me.

Excuse me.

Oh, hello, Leonard.

I'm Karen Gowalter. I live just across the street. I saw your shades go up. Oh,

please, come in.

We didn't get a chance to talk at Charlie's funeral. I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

These are my friends, Mitch and Ray McDeer. Hello. Hello.

I actually was hoping you were Rashad. I haven't seen him in a few days, and I've

been worried.

Not that I've seen him a lot lately.

Why is that?

Rashad's in and out all hours, and he's been angry and deeply unhappy.

He's angry about something.

You know what that key's for?

I've never seen it before.

Mind if I take it?

Not at all, please.

I'll get it to Tammy. Maybe she can let it down.

Hello?

I'll move across the street if you need me.

Thank you for getting back to me, Detective. All right, we'll be right

there.

That was Detective Quinn.

He wants to meet us down at the scene right now.

Don't worry, Sergeant. We'll find a shot.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

My classes ended early today, so I thought we could talk.

Of course.

I haven't been out of the house much since Martin passed.

To be honest, I was glad to get your call.

Your husband, you said he was meeting with Martin when... Yes.

Mitch is so sorry he couldn't do more to save him.

So am I.

But Martin, he would wind himself up, and there wasn't much you could do to

talk him down.

Danielle, Mitch was very upset by what happened, and I thought that maybe

if you could help me understand, I could help him.

I wish I could, but I don't really have any answers.

Can I ask, do you think he was having trouble at work? Do you think he was in

some kind of trouble? No.

Noble suggested that Martin was stealing from the company. I don't know anything

about that.

Look, I can't afford to make room for that kind of thinking.

As it is, I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to continue.

Of course.

I'm sorry. It's just... What Martin did was so selfish. He knew I wasn't

working. He left me with no income.

If I didn't have his life insurance policy at Noble, I'd be in real trouble.

I bet you didn't expect to hear from me again, Detective.

Thanks for coming.

No problem.

Mr. Ray?

Ray McDeer. How you doing? Brother.

Yeah. So I checked the 911 records for the night you asked about. Two emergency

calls came in from this area.

Both are from neighbors who claim to have heard a single gunshot.

See, that's more corroboration. I guess, but we rolled a unit to the area. They

found nothing. No body, suspect, zero.

What about the power line crew? Your guys talked to them? There's no mention

of any crew in the report.

They must have missed it. They probably also missed this.

See, look.

This was plastered over and covered with this corrugated plastic.

Odds are whoever covered that up had something to do with how it got there.

Look, I'd like to help you guys out, really. I would, but what have I got

here? A victim who may or may not be a victim, and a shooter who may or may not

exist. Okay, come on. Something happened here. Maybe.

All right. Let's say this is a crime scene. What's the theory? Some kind of

mugging or drug-related dispute?

Possibly. I don't buy it.

You guys on the phone. The shooter approaches.

How? From behind? Or what, he just walks right up in plain view?

Let's find out.

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

If we don't have a body, we can get the trajectory.

It'll show us the path of the bullet.

Something's wrong.

I'm straight back.

Whoa.

The shot wasn't fired from the street. It came from up there.

From the roof.

Sniper style.

Okay, gotta join us, Jim.

Okay, so we are looking for a sniper who hates elevators.

Someone's been up here recently.

Yeah, it's not our guys. If they were smart enough to cover up the bullet hole

with plaster, they're smart enough not to leave any DNA at the scene. Not at

the moment. We're still assuming this is a scene.

Clear shot at the payphone from here. That takes some skill.

It's gotta be 300 feet.

And that bullet hole is deep, so it had to be a very high-powered rifle.

What's that?

I don't know. A coin? A piece of trash?

Could be a shell case and got away from our shooter. I'll check

That's

just a token any markings no

Don't move.

Get on the ground. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now put the gun down. I'm a policeman, all

right? On the ground.

I said on the ground.

All right, all right. Keep your hands where I can see them.

All right, what do you want?

Nobody lives here.

Get up.

Some of these girls are under 18.

Those tokens are used to operate the peep show at the back. Mr. Fo, you're

looking at some very serious charges here.

I want a lawyer. Looking for you. My brother's a lawyer. One of the best.

Maybe Detective Quinn can help you if you tell us the truth.

About what? Someone got shot in the alley four nights ago.

The shot was fired from the rooftop.

You know anything about that?

No.

Mai, come here.

I wasn't here, but Mai, she knows what happened.

Okay, let her through. Let her through.

Your name is Mai?

You saw a shooting here a few nights ago?

I saw the man go to the telephone.

That's the man you saw?

And he had a car.

A white van.

Then another man with a dog walking by the van. A dog began barking very loud.

The man on the telephone is scared.

Maybe a canine unit. Sounds like the dog alerted to the van.

The man telephone and see man with dog.

He start to go to car and... That's when he was shot?

That's all she saw. She was afraid, so she ran away from the window.

You didn't see the man after, the body, who took him?

No, she told some of the others, but everything was gone by the time they

came.

Well, at least now we know something happened.

Well, we know Rashad was shot, possibly killed.

So you think he survived a high-powered rifle from 300 feet?

And what about the man with the dog?

No, Ray's right. It had to be a canine unit. I agree with you on that. A man

just happens to walk his dog by a van and it goes crazy? Right, so maybe it

was drugs.

Two couples.

Two fortunes. Oh, I like this.

One,

two, three.

Your husband will load the dishwasher.

That's hilarious.

You have an ambitious nature and will make a name for yourself.

I think it means mean.

Everything will now come your way.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know.

Everything? That means bad stuff, too. It doesn't just say good stuff.

I think we should break up.

Speaking of things coming your way, any luck finding a job?

Actually, maybe.

I've been checking all the noble subsidiaries.

I could be a roustabout on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico. Not

boring. Definitely not eco-friendly. Or a graphic designer for an aerospace

company in Ohio.

Here we go.

Sales manager, Bright Buddy, Greenbelt, Maryland.

What's Bright Buddy? Pet food. I like pets.

And it's nearby.

They have six locations.

Whoa!

That's the shape.

On the key that Ray's been asking about.

Locked nest storage.

That's clever.

Tammy called the Better Business Bureau of Maryland.

Recognize the key right away.

This is it right here. B-O-3-A.

All right, if this is a drug lab, there are 50 guys with guns behind that door.

It's the end of that sentence.

You have done a bad job with this case, Ray.

Yes, sir.

So it was drugs.

You!

Get Adam to tell his dad about this.

Excuse me, you're gonna need to sign in.

Whoa.

Okay.

You know he's gonna call the cops.

So now would be a good time to leave.

Hey, you can't take that with you.

Take what? Mitch, that's evidence.

Whatever's on that computer is linked to the drugs and the guns.

We don't know that.

The drugs and the guns are contraband on their face. This is just a computer.

Okay, Cal, sir. You know what? From now on, this is your case.

All right, let's see what we got here.

Okay. Looks like Rashad went to a lot of sites about chemicals.

Oh, you think he was cooking?

Meth? Awesome.

Doesn't explain that.

Muslim extremist websites.

Whoa.

This is radical stuff.

Articles about the end of America?

There's over 100 pages here.

You think he had a connection to terrorism?

I don't know.

I don't want to tell his dad he sold drugs, but what he was into might have

been worse.

A whole lot worse.

We don't know if Rashad is a terrorist. All this proves is that he visited some

radical websites.

True, but we do have the guns and the drugs.

And a US military hand grenade.

Terrorist groups traffic in weapons and drugs to get money.

He's 21 years old.

He's an American citizen from DC whose father is fighting on the front lines.

What could make him sympathetic to the enemy?

Sympathy is one thing, but we are talking about a card-carrying member of

the club here.

He didn't just visit these websites, he contributed to them.

And... Rashad Debs was on the government's no-fly list.

He complained about it to the FAA.

So he was on the Fed's radar.

Yep. Exactly.

Who has snipers, fake power crews, can clean up a shooting in under a minute?

Federal government.

Now I get it.

Detective Quinn, he won't get back to me.

So the government, they must have called him off.

That's a pretty good theory.

What if the dog wasn't barking about drugs? I mean, the government also has

bomb-sniffing dogs, right?

They covered it up.

That's what we're saying here? That the feds killed Rashad Debs and they got rid

of the body and the evidence?

Well, let's find out.

How? We force their hand. We file a Freedom of Information Act request. We

get them in court.

How do you figure you're gonna get them to tell the truth?

Or that our client even wants to hear the truth.

Sergeant Debs is looking for closure. You should ask him if he's ready for

this. I agree.

It is his call.

But if he wants to know what happened to Rashad, it's the only way.

Rashad wasn't a drug dealer.

He most certainly wasn't a terrorist.

With all due respect, Sergeant, you don't know that. But what we do know is

that the federal government may have played a role in whatever happened to

your son. And they covered it up.

Now, this is all a mistake.

Maybe it is a mistake, but the government makes mistakes. You have seen

that on the battlefield. I've seen that in the courtroom.

We just need to expose it.

How? This morning, we filed a request under the Freedom of Information Act. We

just need your permission to move forward.

And the government has to answer our questions. Tell us what they know.

But sometimes that can take months, even years.

Danny. Hey, Danny.

How is that possible?

What? That was the clerk from the court.

Our FOIA request was granted for tomorrow.

He's pretty wound up about this one.

Government secrecy, that's the thing he hates the most.

Oh, he'll be fine for his hearing.

I, however, have a job interview. Can you help me with this, please?

Yeah.

Organic? Oh, yeah.

Bright Buddy pet foods are manufactured using all-natural beef byproducts, and

there's a wide assortment of... Uh, not natural. Uh, organic. There's a

difference. To who? The dogs?

Organic and natural are the same thing. Not according to Bright Buddy

Corporation. That's it. You're trying to become their sales manager.

I need to talk to these people because their concept is too complicated.

Ray. Sammy.

How's it going? Hey, Moose.

Thanks for coming.

Mike.

That was he.

You are way too good a lawyer to be sitting in an office like this.

I need your help, Lewis. Yes, I offered you help when you were arrested for

murder. You made it pretty clear then that you're on your own now. We don't

need to do this. Yeah, Mitch, I think we do.

I looked out for your family for ten years.

You want to treat me like some kind of government hack.

I didn't say that. You said almost as much.

Now you call me about this kid? Rashad Debs, yes.

Expecting inside information so you can be ready for some hearing? I don't

expect inside information. I am asking for help.

Look, you know me.

It is not easy for me to put my life or my family's safety in anybody's hands.

Now, I am grateful for the last ten years, but now is now, and the last

thing I am thinking about is hurting your feelings.

This kid, Rashad, the road you're on, He gets rocky.

I can't get involved.

Why not?

If the government killed Rashad Debs and covered it up, then you know that is

wrong. I gotta get going.

You give my best to Abby and Claire.

Lewis is a good guy.

If the feds did this, he'd be risking a lot to let us in.

I like Lewis, but once you've been muscled by the government, it's hard to

see those guys the same again.

How'd it go with Mrs. Moxon?

She's not really talking.

I asked her about Noble and about whether she thought her husband was

stealing from the company.

She was too upset to talk about it.

Is she struggling for money? Does she work?

No, and I was wondering about that. She said Noble paid on Martin's life

insurance. Why?

Exactly.

He committed suicide.

They don't owe her anything, right?

No, no, no. It's worse than that.

They are not allowed to pay her.

Who was it? Uh, nobody, but they... they left this.

It's not ticking, is it?

Abby, this is our old FBI number. From Witness Protection.

This must be from Coleman.

The Obama administration admits it maintains a kill list of terrorists,

including U.S. citizens.

Al-Laki was on the list because the American-born cleric was the mastermind

behind some of the most dangerous... A kill list? Why would Coleman send us

this? Because it's public. It's the only way he could show us.

Rashad Debs must have been on that list.

He wasn't just killed.

He was targeted for execution.

Pulled an all-nighter?

I didn't mean to.

Me neither.

Case kept me up, too.

This kill list.

It's an actual list created by the feds.

Approved by the White House. Enemies of the state who are pre-approved for

assassination. Uh, pre-approved.

If U.S. agents or military come across names on this list... They are

authorized to kill. No due process, nothing.

Okay, I understand that overseas, on a battlefield, but Rashad's an American on

U.S. soil.

We've killed people on this list before.

Even U.S. citizens.

But never here in the U.S.

It's big, Ray.

If the president says someone needs to be killed as an act of war, do we want

the court second-guessing in that moment?

If we don't, what if the feds are wrong?

They can't kill Americans on American soil without some kind of review.

Secrecy. That's what gets me.

If this is happening now, then the issue needs to be out there and considered.

You know what? I'm holding out hope.

Maybe it was just a mugging.

I called the U.S. Attorney's Office to get a heads up on who the opposing

counsel is, but they didn't get back to me.

Maybe they won't show.

Got somebody's attention.

Floor's been evacuated, and we've closed the courtroom.

Alan Harper, main justice.

Uh, Mitch McDeer.

It's my brother Ray and Sergeant Leonard Debs.

Sergeant, we're in with Judge Bram, courtroom three.

Perfect. We'll see you right in there.

All right.

I read about Bram. He's on the FISA court.

What? FISA, the Foreign Intelligence Security Agency court.

They meet in secret, prove black bag jobs, warrantless searches.

There's only a couple of judges in the whole country who serve on it.

Your Honor, Mitch McDeer.

For the record, I am joined... There is no record, Mr. McDeer.

We ain't in Kansas anymore.

Mr. McDeer, you filed an FOIA request with this court? We have, Your Honor. We

are requesting that the government tell us what it is that they know... About

Rashad Debs. Yes, I've read your papers, Counsel.

Well, then you'll know we are asking simple questions.

First, did the government kill Rashad Debs? And second...

Was he on the federal kill list?

Your Honor, in the interest of time, we move to dismiss the FOIA request with

prejudice. Dismiss?

We just started.

Fact is, Mr. McDear has no standing to file this request.

No standing?

My client's son is dead. He has standing. No, he does not.

And the government does not have to honor this request because it involves

national security.

Who says?

You? Are we just supposed to take your word for it? Mr. McDear. I am invoking

habeas corpus, the oldest law in the land.

The first one they teach you in law school.

Habeas corpus.

Release the body. If the government has Rashad Debs, we want him back.

The government won't answer that question.

The government will not answer any questions.

Because the government does not answer to Mr. McDear or this court. Look

around. You have denied him his First Amendment right to a public hearing, his

Fifth and Sixth Amendment right to due process. Are you also denying him his

right to habeas?

Mr. Harper, are you challenging my jurisdiction here?

Yes. Your Honor, if Rashad Debs was killed, and if he were on the kill list,

his murder would be an act of war.

So I have no role here.

You really think this is your best argument, Counsel?

Your Honor, the executive branch conducts war.

There is no judicial oversight in the Theater of Operations.

So the President can order people's execution without any review?

In the Theater of War, yes, he can. The Theater of War?

Your Honor.

The last two presidents have said the whole world constitutes the theater of

war. Because it does.

This war on terror is global.

The battlefield includes U.S. soil.

Who decided that? What court? What hearings were held? Who told the

American people? The American people want to be protected.

We don't have time to get judicial permission for split-second decisions

that save their lives. Permission is one thing.

Accountability is another. If you killed Rashad Debs, then admit it. If you have

the evidence, then let us see it.

Your Honor, this is not new law.

Supreme Court has said for years that law enforcement may use deadly force to

save innocent people so we can shoot a fleeing bank robber or a suicide bomber.

Is that what Rashad Debs was?

For national security reasons, we can't answer that. This is insane.

This is the law.

What? Exactly are you asking for, Mr. McDeer? A review. An evaluation of the

facts to know whether or not an innocent man, an American citizen, was wrongfully

killed by his own people in his own city.

Now, if you won't order it for the integrity of the law, then do it for

this man, this soldier, this father.

If you won't honor his service with the truth, then for the love of God, at

least let him bury his son.

Mr. Harper, the Geneva Convention requires you to turn over the bodies of

the enemy.

The Geneva Convention doesn't apply to terrorists.

But you haven't confirmed that he was one.

Therefore, I'll have to see for myself.

Mr. Harper, I'm ordering you to submit to me the evidence relied on by the

government. I can't do that. You will do that, counsel.

Or I will hold you and every federal prosecutor in this district in contempt.

I still don't know whether you killed him, but I'm damn sure I'll find out.

And if you killed a citizen of this country, in this nation's great capital,

without good reason, you will come to know my name, sir.

And you will fear it.

Are we clear?

Your Honor, may we see that evidence?

Not until I've reviewed it.

Afterwards, if it's appropriate, your request may proceed.

But I want that evidence, Mr. Harper.

ASAP.

You did it.

It's good, right?

Yeah, I think so.

I can't believe I've been fighting all these years to defend this.

System works, Sergeant.

Don't give up hope.

I'd like to settle my bill, sir.

My compassionate leaves run out. I redeploy tomorrow.

Forget it. It's on the house.

Maybe you can do something for me someday.

Actually, maybe it'll be something for me right now.

I'm looking for a guy.

Might be ex-military.

Got a tattoo on his neck. You seen that before?

Yeah, it's Army.

I'm not sure which branch or unit, but I've seen it before on guys in combat

areas.

I'd gladly ask around for you if you like. That'd be good. Thanks.

The judge is back.

Who wouldn't want to work here? Your market share is growing. Your low-fat

pet foods are a godsend for a chubby puppy.

And to me, working to sell pet food here would be like a public service.

Really. If that makes me sound crazy, well, I am crazy.

Crazy for pet food.

You're hired.

Great.

America has the greatest legal system in the world.

And this is due in large part because of lawyers like Mr. McDeer and clients like

Sergeant Debs.

Brave men willing to raise their voices to challenge what's wrong with our

system. Gentlemen, I share your concerns about the Kill List.

I question how it was created and how it is applied.

But I must rule on the law as written.

I can only hope Congress does what it must to create safeguards to ensure this

list is never a mechanism of injustice.

Having reviewed the evidence, this court finds that the United States government

had sufficient basis to conclude that Rashad Debs posed an immediate threat to

the safety of thousands of Americans' lives.

Accordingly, I find this case involved no abuse.

of executive discretion.

Mr. McDear, your Freedom of Information Act request is denied.

Your Honor, are you confirming that Rashad Debs was on the kill list?

This is the end of the road, Counsel.

Objection. We demand to see the basis for your ruling.

Denied. I'm sorry, Counsel.

And Sergeant Debs, you have my deepest sympathy, sir. But for all that I can't

tell you, please know, I believe this had to happen.

Your Honor, the people request a gag order be imposed.

Granted, no part of these proceedings may be made public.

Your Honor, please, is there anything we can do?

I'm very sorry, Counsel, but I'm afraid it's true.

Inter armis, sinit legis.

In times of war, law remains silent.

Judge Bram, I'd like your ruling on the habeas petition.

The habeas motion is granted.

The government is ordered to return Rashad Debb's body to his father for

proper burial.

We are adjourned.

You want to examine the body with a forensic physician?

No. No independent forensics.

Please remember, this viewing is a courtesy extended to Sergeant Debs.

You're doing him a favor, letting him see his son.

In truth, yes.

For his service to his country.

We could have taken the judge up on appeal. We didn't.

Alan, tell us something.

You heard the judge.

We saved a lot of innocent people.

That van was headed somewhere specific with a very deadly cargo.

A bomb.

Why don't you just say it? I can't.

The coroner found bomb-making residue on your son's clothing and hands.

That should answer your question.

Good enough?

In the end, a man is dead.

And all we have is the government's word for how it happened.

That should never be good enough for anybody.

So please do not touch the body.

Go ahead, Sergeant.

Kiss your son.

You could try and appeal.

I have the truth.

What I want is to get back to my unit and serve my country.

What I want is my son back.

I want to remember him the way I knew him.

He was a good boy.

Danielle? Okay, I'm here.

Why do you keep calling me?

Whatever secret you're keeping, it's no way to honor your husband.

You don't know what you're talking about. I know you loved him.

And I know you took money from Noble to keep quiet.

Why?

They worked and worried Martin to death. The least they could do was pay.

Who worked and worried him?

Kevin Stack.

Not directly, maybe, but Martin was obsessed with him. Why?

Kevin was saving Noble a fortune.

Martin couldn't figure out how.

He was staying up nights, crunching numbers, trying to figure out the secret

to Stack's success until one day the fight just went out of him. Do you know

why? I don't know.

I don't think I ever will.

But I do know this.

Kevin Stack is a bad man.

Okay.