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Come on, man.

Please don't do this.

I swear to God I'll
never say another word.

Yeah, you won't say another
word after Abel's done, either.

Hey, look, man,

I was just a little drunk, all right?

I didn't mean nothin'.

You were shooting off your
mouth about the Corps.

Warned you never to talk
about it outside the group.

I-I didn't say anything important.

The Commander doesn't accept excuses.

And he sure as hell doesn't
give second chances.

No...

- Wait. Please don't.
- Wait.

Let me do it.

Seen a lot of dead people.

Never actually killed one myself.

Had a feeling he'd be useful.

Oh, more than useful.
I was a CSI for years.

I can get rid of a body so...

no one'll ever find it.

Oh, let me go, man.

I don't think you got it in you.

About to prove you wrong.

Come on.

- Please. Come on.
- Shut up.

- Please don't do this.
- Stop whining, I'll make it quick.

Come on.

Look, you don't have to do this!

Shut your mouth!

Get in.

Hold your breath.

Stay down for as long as possible.

Told ya.

Extra holes'll make him more buoyant.

Current should carry
him out to the ocean.

That's if the gators
don't get him first.

? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?

? Bang, bang, bang, bang ?

? Boom, boom, boom, boom ?

? How, how, how, how ?

? Hey, hey ?

? You gotta come on. ?

? There's a pain ?

? Like a shot through the heart ?

? The feel is gone ?

? The touch is gone ?

Hey. Here you go.

? The love is gone ?

Wait!

? How can I go on? ?

? The touch is gone ?

? The love ?

? Is gone ?

? How can I ?

? How can I ?

? Go on... ?

Who are you?

? Ooh... ?

What do you want from me?

Who are you!?

? You doubt me ?

? This time, this time ?

? This time... ?

Pride?

Uh...

You there?

I'm coming.

Hang on.

Sorry. We tried calling.

I-I-I just, I probably...

left my phone in the
bedroom, that's all.

Spend another all-nighter
doing paperwork?

Well, it turns out that, uh,

that's a pretty effective...

- sleep aid.
- Oh.

What's up?

So, your friend Sebastian
figured out the perfect way

to get these white nationalists

- to believe he's one of them.
- Yeah?

Yep. Last night he killed a guy.

Or...

at least he pretended to.

- What happened?
- Well, he knew

Hannah and I were following him,
so he faked the whole thing,

and he saved the guy's life.

Okay, well... Is Sebastian okay?

Yeah, his cover's holding up.

That should've been me going under.

Are you kidding?

After all that time you spent undercover

with the militia, you're
burned in that community.

We just need to get Sebastian
out of there as soon as we can.

Yeah, well, this guy we pulled
out of the swamp last night,

maybe he knows something,
but I got to tell you...

he's not the brightest bulb in the pack.

Hey. That Fed shot at me!

- I'm gonna sue!
- Okay, what you're gonna do is

you're gonna tell us everything you know

about the Real American Corps.

How about you jump on your camel

and go back to where you came from?

- Hey!
- Don't bother, Pride.

Heard worse on the
playground growing up.

You know this man?

- No.
- His name is Jeff Teagan.

Aviation mechanic out of Belle Chasse.

His girlfriend told us

that some men who
identified themselves as RAC

tried to recruit Teagan a few weeks ago.

So what?

It's a free country.

Least it used to be.

Petty Officer Teagan
refused their offer,

and he was found beaten
to death the next day.

Well, I don't know anything about that.

No? These guys tried to kill you.

You're not stupid enough to
try to protect them, are you?

Because even if you
weren't directly involved

you'd still be an accessory to murder.

What?!

No, I barely even know these guys.

I-I met 'em at a bar a few weeks ago.

Well, then you better start telling us

everything you do know.

Who's in charge

of the RAC?

It's some guy they call the Commander.

The Commander's name?

I don't know.

I haven't met him, all right?

Hardly anybody has.

He only trusts a few top guys.

Okay, he's useless. Let's
give him back to the RAC.

- Let them finish what they started.
- Wait, wait!

I do know one thing.

Then you better talk fast.

The RAC's about to do something.

Something big.

They said once it's done,

everybody's gonna sit up
and take notice of the Corps.

Sounds like whatever the RAC is planning

is happening soon.

Whoever this "Commander" is,
he's done a pretty good job

of keeping the group off
law enforcement's radar.

We still know almost nothing about them.

Yeah. Let's loop Sebastian in.
See if he can find out more.

Okay. I'll arrange a meet.

Take Gregorio with you.

- I'll call you if I get anything else.
- All right.

You up for a game, honey?

Oh, I'm not looking for
any company... honey.

- Sorry. Was that too much?
- No, no, it's good.

Okay. Man, this is the kind
of place I used to avoid

'cause I was afraid of
getting my ass kicked.

Yeah? Well, you look
more like the ass kicker

than the ass kickee right now.

- Pretty sweet 'stache, right?
- Pretty sweet 'stache.

Head to the bar. I'll keep watch.

I got you a diet root
beer, twist of lime.

Just how you like it.

You are a lifesaver.

You have no idea how much crap beer

I've pretended to drink
over the last two weeks.

- Mmm.
- That's disgusting.

- How you doing?
- Oh, great.

You know, just kind of
wishing that my first time

going undercover this long
had been with a band of

vicious Pok�mon nerds.

It's hard.

- Those guys are pretty messed up.
- Yeah.

Do you want us to pull you out?

No. No, I can handle it.

Oh, hey, did my, um,

decision letter from the
REACT team come yet?

Really?

You're hanging out with killers,

and you're worried about
whether you got into

the NCIS SWAT team?

They said I was gonna hear this week.

So worry about it after you find out

who murdered our Navy mechanic.

Any leads?

No, they're pretty secretive.

Nothing new from the
crime scene or the victim?

Doc Wade found a partial fingerprint

on the victim's body,

but not enough for an ID.

I gotta get these guys to talk.

That dirtbag that you pretend-killed,

he told Pride something
big's going down.

I overheard them talking
about something last night,

but I couldn't tell what it was.

Hey, buddy.

You're up.

Pig! Keep your hands to yourself.

Smooth, man.

Ah, what are you talking about?

I think she was into me.

What's up?

You're coming with us.

All right. Where we going?

Taking a drive.

After you.

Jaw's a little more pointed.

How about this?

Yeah, that's closer.

And you don't have any
clue who this guy is?

No.

But he's been popping up in
my dreams for weeks now.

Maybe it's an old case.

A victim or witness or something?

Well, you think I'd remember.

Can you make his eyes a bit rounder?

How's that?

That's him.

But still not ringing any bells.

Facial recognition got a hit

on one of the guys from RAC.

Bryce Collier.

Priors for grand theft auto, B and E.

Let me pull up his known associates.

There. That's the other man who
came for Sebastian at the bar.

Abel Brooks. Convicted of armed robbery

and assault.

You know, I could run your sketch

through facial recognition, too.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah, do that.

Sebastian and those
guys have been stopped

at the same intersection
for a while now.

What are they doing out there
in the middle of nowhere?

Khoury.

I need you and Gregorio
to get eyes on Sebastian.

Right now.

Damn it. They must've thrown it out.

Yeah, we'll find him.

Where do you think they took him?

I don't know.

You didn't have to toss
the phone, you know.

You could've just taken the battery out.

It's not like it can be tracked.

No phones allowed out here.

Or I could've just left
it in my car, you know?

Just saying.

So, uh...

what exactly are we doing here?

You might want to stop asking questions.

They can be dangerous. Come on.

Appreciate you coming out to meet me.

I'm Jim Keene.

Yeah, sure. No problem, Jim.

Commander.

You're the Commander?

It is an honor to meet you, sir,

There's no need for formalities.

We're all brothers here.

I heard that you shot a man
for the cause last night.

Happy to do it, sir. Commander.

Abel tells me that you know your way

- around crime scenes.
- Oh, yeah.

Worked with the Louisiana State Police

as a CSI for seven years.

I know.

I looked you up.

Heard you got in a little trouble there.

Well, now, that...

That wasn't my fault, you know?

Supervisor had just been riding my ass,

telling me what to do all the time,

and I kicked his ass, you know?

I don't know how I'm supposed
to take orders from someone

- who's not even born in this country.
- That's right.

This country is being infested
by unhealthy influences.

It's up to men like us

to start cleaning house.

I'd like to be part of that.

Good.

Because meeting you has
come at an opportune time.

Turns out we are in
need of your services.

Like for you to help
make a little problem

go away.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Still no sign of Sebastian?

Nothing yet.

Hannah's with the sheriffs
doing a grid search.

Well, I've been looking
through property records

for any connections to
known members of the RAC,

and there's nothing.

Yeah, well, we called in air support.

They'll be able to cover more ground.

God, he could be anywhere, Pride.

Yeah. We'll find him.

Sebastian got his decision
letter from REACT.

Oh?

Cool.

Um, does it make me a terrible friend

if I hope he doesn't get in?

Hey, I'm glad you back.

- Hey.
- I was just about to call you.

- Find something?
- Yep.

I may know who our mysterious
Commander of the RAC is.

I spent last night digging into all

the members that we've identified.

Turns out, over half of them
are connected to this guy.

James Keene.

Former Army Ranger.

Yeah, but he was
dishonorably discharged.

Shot a member of his own
unit during an engagement.

He claims it was an accident,
but no one believed him.

- Did he serve time?
- For manslaughter, not for murder.

He only did three years.

Looks like he's got an
outstanding warrant.

He's wanted for bombing
a military warehouse

in Little Rock a year ago.

Three people died, and Keene's
been off the grid ever since.

This guy Keene finds
out Sebastian's a cop,

he'll kill him.

Actually, Loretta says Sebastian's fine.

Well, how does she know that?

Because he left me a message.

A very messy message.

This morning, pieces of a body

were discovered in Jefferson Parish.

So, of course, they found
their way to my table.

Pieces?

Dismembered, soaked in
sulfuric acid to destroy

- any distinguishing detail.
- What does this

have to do with Sebastian?

When I examined them, I found this.

That's one hell of a message.

Baking powder neutralizes sulfuric acid.

Sebastian must have secretly
applied it to get my attention.

How did the remains
make it to you so quickly?

They were dumped outside
Lafitte National Park.

It's an area

that's patrolled by park
rangers every morning.

- Sebastian knew they'd find this.
- He took a lot of risks

- to get this to us.
- Yeah.

You able to ID the victim?

Sebastian came through
on that front, too.

The body parts were
damaged beyond recognition,

except for one perfectly
preserved fingerprint.

Byron Landis.

He's got no criminal record,

but he did pop up

in a database of state employees.

Courthouse guard.

Maybe he was a member of the RAC?

Maybe. But whoever he is,

Sebastian thinks that
Landis is important.

We need to figure out
how he's connected.

And bring Sebastian home, soon.

There's more grits if you want.

Oh, no, thanks. I'm not hungry.

Grow a pair, man.

I did all the chopping. You just poured

a little acid over it all.

Looks like you're about
done there, Abel.

Sure.

Those grits were delicious, Commander.

Maybe you don't have the
stomach for this kind of work.

I thought you were used
to handling dead bodies.

Oh, no, it wasn't that.

Then what's bothering you?

That guy last night, what'd he do?

I offered him a chance to
help us and he refused.

We're in a war here.

And there...

...there's gonna be casualties.

Is that something you can handle or not?

Whole world's gone to hell lately.

We got to do whatever it
takes to make things right.

Yes, we do.

It's our duty.

You know, I served our military proudly.

But they are turning
their backs on our kind,

the very people who built America.

We just gonna take that?

- No way.
- Damn right.

But the only way they will pay attention

is if they are forced to.

Our military used to be

respected and feared.

Real American men willing
to die for their country.

And now they just,

they just let anybody in.

Women, gays, foreigners.

The bottom of the barrel
from the worst neighborhoods.

So what are we gonna do?

Force them

to face the error of their ways.

But you are only useful to me
if you are truly committed.

I killed one man and I
just got rid of another.

How much more commitment do you need?

Eat up, then.

We've got a lot of work to do today.

Meet me out front in ten.

Yeah.

When we find Sebastian,
I'm gonna kick his ass.

He should've pulled
out when I told him to.

He made a tactical decision,
just the same way you would've.

It-it's like he's looking
for ways to play with fire.

This whole going undercover
and REACT thing, it's...

Sebastian is...

He's growing, as an agent, as a person.

- Oh, God...
- Look, I get it.

You worry. So do I.

Same way I worried for Laurel

when she wanted to go off to New York.

But I knew, if I held her
back, she'd just resent me.

Hey, so I talked to
Byron Landis's old boss

at the courthouse.

He retired, full benefits.

Never any trouble there.

He has no ties to white
nationalist groups, either.

Okay. So what's his
connection to the RAC?

Uh, he's been working
ever since he retired.

Part-time security work.

Yeah? Anywhere interesting?

A food manufacturing company in Elmwood.

Tried to reach out to them,
they don't open on Saturdays.

- Can you get the number of the owner?
- Yeah.

Who's that?

Oh, that's a little something
I was doing for Pride.

I don't recognize him. Is that a case?

That's just a little favor.

Okay.

Look, whatever it is,
I just hope that...

that Pride's talking to you about it.

Because he... thinks
he's hiding it well,

but it's really clear
that he's struggling.

It's been a tough year for all of us.

Yeah.

Here you go.

The cell phone number

to the owner of the
manufacturing company.

That's a lot of nitrogen.

Remember what I said about questions?

Technically, that was
more of a statement.

I just don't know what
else we have to do

to get this guy to trust us.

Commander's careful.

Maybe even a little paranoid.

He only tells us what we need to know.

Whatever.

Just don't see how we're
supposed to carry out

this big plan if nobody
knows what's going on.

Don't worry about it, man.

I'm sure he'll fill us in tomorrow.

Whatever it is, it's gonna be epic.

He asking more questions?

Nah...

just making statements.

Excited to know what's
going down, right?

Absolutely.

You two take off.

We'll load the rest.

You're with me.

Abel, we got company!

I see Sebastian. We
got to get him, Pride!

Hold on.

Go, get out of here!

Let's go inside, there's
more cover, come on!

- Come on!
- Okay, okay! Go! Go!

NCIS! Drop your weapon!

Secure him! Then cover the front!

Pride.

- Where's Brooks?
- He's on the far side,

we're supposed to be surrounding you.

Okay. All right, look.

Let's split up. We'll take him down.

No, no. We-we can't,
okay? I mean, I-I can't.

I can't break my cover.

This thing, that's happening tomorrow,

they're gonna kill people.

Yeah, but we have them now.

- We can stop it.
- But that's the thing,

I don't know where it's happening, okay?

None of these guys do,
but they trust me now.

All right? So if I stay with
them for a little bit longer...

What are you doing?

Hit me, Sebastian.

You have to do better than that.

- Finish him off!
- No, wait! We got to go!

Come on! There's gonna be more!

Gregorio...

they're coming out, don't stop them.

We got to let them go.

- Ahh.
- Okay...

Sebastian certainly
didn't pull his punch.

Eh, that's my fault. I told him not to.

Yeah, you should've got
him out of there, Dwayne.

Well, it was his call, and
he made the right one.

Makes me sad to think
of him with those people.

The hateful things
he'll have to say or do.

Uh-huh.

Hopefully by tomorrow it'll be over,

- and he'll be home.
- Yeah, but what will it cost him?

Right now, though, I'm
concerned about you.

This might be an orbital fracture.

- What?
- Follow this for me.

Something wrong, Dwayne?

What... What?

Nah, just a, a bad memory.

It's nothing.

Didn't look like nothing.

No, I-I'm okay, Loretta, thanks.

Uh, uh, I-I shouldn't keep you.

Hoping you can find something

on the body, give us some clue

so we can stop this thing
before it gets started.

Of course.

Now you call me if that pain
doesn't go away in a few hours.

He screwed it up somehow!

The cops must've identified the body,

figured out where he works.

You don't know that. Someone
could've seen us and called it in.

- You had one job...
- And I did it.

Don't look at me 'cause
your operation fell apart.

You're blaming me for this?

- Enough.
- I never trusted him...

I said enough!

We don't turn on each other.

That's what they want.

Makes it easier for them to
take what should be ours.

You should've let me kill that cop.

Yeah, then every cop in the state

- would be looking for us.
- The only fact that matters

right now is we are one man down.

A man that we needed

for tomorrow's mission.

Are you good with a rifle?

Yeah, I'm all right, I guess.

You told us you qualified
at sharpshooter level.

That a lie?

No. I just don't know if I want to be

a part of something if
no one's gonna trust me.

I wouldn't be asking you

if I didn't trust you.

Tomorrow, the Corps needs you.

Will you join us?

Of course. It's time to show people

- who this country really belongs to.
- Damn right.

Now get some rest. Both of you.

You may have them fooled, but not me.

_

The RAC seems to target
disgruntled military

- and law enforcement.
- Keene finds men like himself.

- Did you get an ID on that guy?
- Yeah, Todd Solloway.

He did a couple of tours
as a military scout sniper,

got an ODPMC discharge.

Mental issues?

He fought it, but lost.

The fact that one of their most
trusted guys was a sniper is troubling.

Well, I've been trying to figure
out who their target might be.

The only thing stolen from
that warehouse were tanks

full of nitrogen.

Well, Petty Officer Teagan
was an aviation mechanic.

Nitrogen is used

extensively in airplane fuel lines.

You think Keene tried to get
the nitrogen from him first?

Maybe because he refused,

they went after the security guard.

But why? Nitrogen's incredibly stable.

You can't use it as an explosive.

It's Doc Wade,

maybe she found something.

- Hey, Doc.
- Hey.

Any word from Sebastian?

Nothing yet. We'll let you
know the minute we hear.

Loretta, you find something?

Yes. A match to the
partial print we found

on our Navy mechanic
victim a couple weeks ago.

Wait, I thought that
partial wasn't enough to ID?

It wasn't. Until the killer
ended up on my table.

The print matches Todd Solloway.

That makes sense.

He's one of the guys Keene trusted most.

Anything that might help
us find where they are?

Nothing very useful, I'm afraid.

Though Mr. Solloway did
have an unusual meal

before he was killed.

How unusual?

Rattlesnake and jalape�o sausage.

Can't be too many places in
the city you can get that.

We'll take any lead we can
get at this point, Doc.

Sebastian's running out of time.

All right, men, listen up.

To get the military to wake up,
we need to make an impression.

We're gonna blow something
up with nitrogen, aren't we?

No, we can't.

I'm just saying nitrogen
isn't combustible.

It won't blow... We literally can't.

Very astute.

He's right.

No explosions today.

So what are doing?

Thing about nitrogen is,

it can suck the oxygen
right out of the air.

You could kill people
without them even knowing

- they're in danger.
- That's right,

over a hundred if we're lucky.

Just tell us what to do.

You two are together. Take the rifles.

Solloway scouted the site yesterday,

found a good sniper's nest.

Get up there,

when I give the signal,
you start shooting.

What about the nitrogen?

You two are just getting things rolling.

We'll all be on comms,

when everybody starts running

the three of us will
take care of the rest.

And men...

if anything goes sideways out there,

we do not go down without a fight.

You start shooting,

and you kill as many of those vermin

as you possibly can.

One way or another, we will
get our message across.

You look a little nervous there.

Come on. We got work to do.

Patton's scanning street cams for
the plates of either of those trucks.

Yeah, BOLOs are out for
all known RAC members.

Including Sebastian.

Yeah. We need to figure out their target

before he's forced to
compromise his cover.

If he does that, he's
gonna get himself killed.

I may have something.

So there's only one place in town

that makes rattlesnake jalape�o sausage.

Well, at least we know
one place the sniper visited.

Not exactly.

It's made locally, but it's served

on a food truck.

First of the Wurst?

Clever and popular.

Stops at several locations each day.

I was able to get a route map,

but it didn't narrow things down much.

Actually, it might.

I've been putting
together a list of targets

the RAC might hit.

So one of those locations
means something to you?

Yeah, maybe.

A contact at Homeland sent
me everything they have

on James Keene.

This is a manifesto he
wrote a few years ago.

He doesn't like the military, right?

Well, he claims that he's
fighting for the military,

which he believes is being
destroyed by recruiting

"foreign influences".

Who does that include?

According to Keene,

anyone who's not a
straight Caucasian male.

This is one of the potential targets

I identified.

Military recruitment fair.

Cormier College.

- That's one of the food truck stops.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe the sniper was there
scouting the place?

Best lead we got. Let's check it out.

Yeah.

- Which way?
- Far side.

I don't see the Commander or the others.

Shut up and stop looking
around. You'll draw attention.

Hey!

Come on!

There's a lot of people here.

If these RAC guys are here and panic,

they could start shooting.

Yeah, we need to keep a low profile.

It's mostly college kids, though.

Might be kind of hard to blend in.

Actually...

I don't think that's gonna be
a problem. Hats and jackets.

Let's communicate if we
spot any RAC members.

Let's identify as many

as possible before we make a move.

So we shoot...

everyone down there
panics and runs for safety.

Like the cowards they are.

That building is the most
logical place for shelter.

I still can't figure out why
they stole that nitrogen.

The reason they use
nitrogen in food processing

is to suck out all the oxygen, right?

Maybe they don't plan
to use it out here.

Here.

Commander, we're in position.

Wait for my signal.

Let's do this.

Don't even think about backing out now.

I'm not.

I was right about you, wasn't I?

I told the Commander you've
been hiding things from us.

That you're not who you pretend to be.

What, exactly, did you tell him?

That I've known plenty like you.

Guys who try to act like they belong.

But the truth is, you're
not willing to do

what's needed to be
done to change things.

You can't handle the real work.

That's what you think I'm hiding?

That I'm not as tough as you?

Now get into position...

Man, that felt good.

_

Hang on.

Got one in front of the building.

Fatigues.

Quad looks clear.

I'm heading to you.

Pride.

Pride, thank God. Listen,
it's the building, okay?

Keene's gonna suffocate everyone

by herding them inside.

Sebastian, where are you?

I'm on the rooftop across from the quad.

And we're go in three, two, one.

It's happening now.

What's happening? Brooks, fire.

Keep everyone out of that building.

Bryce, get those people moving.

Everybody in here! You'll be safe!

No! Stay where you are!

No, no, no, no. Not this way.

- Wait!
- Hurry!

Gregorio, seal off the building.

Everyone's running
right into a kill zone.

Come on, everybody inside!

Stop! Don't go in the building.

Everybody in here! You'll be safe!

No, do not go inside.

Put your hands where I can see 'em, now!

Don't.

I got him. Go get Keene.

Put 'em up, now!

Get out. Get out!

Tell everybody to stay outside.

Outside. Go outside.

Keene!

Hands behind your head.

Hey. You guys all right?

Yeah. Yeah, paramedics
are helping the victims.

Everyone's reviving.

Keene's dead.

How are you, Sebastian?

Oh, I'm just glad it's over, you know.

I really need a shower.

You're gonna burn in hell.

You're a traitor to your race!

- Shut up.
- You're a traitor to your species.

Am I right?

She mad at me for something?

I-I think she's just
glad to have you back.

Still working on that report?

Yeah, I'm just trying to finish it.

Hey, I'm...

I'm sorry again about your eye.

I should have pulled that punch.

You were just following orders.

You do have a hell of
a right cross, though.

Well, you know.

You should head home.

- There's no hurry on that report.
- Honestly...

I just... I want to be done with this.

I want to get it out of my head.

Never easy trying to be
something you're not.

I guess I just, I don't understand why

anyone would want to live that way.

It's not something I've ever
fully understood myself.

I've always felt differences
should be celebrated,

not condemned.

You should get some rest, Sebastian.

I will. I've just got to

- purge the last two weeks.
- Okay.

Oh, hey, did you happen to see

if, um, my REACT
decision letter came in?

It should have come by now.

Wasn't on your desk?

No.

You might want to check with
your roommate about that.

Whoa! Man, you about to
give me a heart attack.

Please don't sneak up on me like that.

Sorry.

You're not still fooling
with that, are you?

Yeah, well, facial recognition
was a bust, so I figured

I'd just go through these old case files

and see if your nightmare
buddy is connected to any.

Don't worry about it.

Sorry, I... I sh-shouldn't
have wasted your time.

Oh, come on, man.

I love a good mystery.

Just a bad dream.
There's nothing more to it.

There's got to be something.
We just keep digging,

- we'll figure it out.
- Just let it go!

Okay?

Okay.

If that's what you want, Pride.

Just...

Appreciate your efforts.

Good night.

Hey!

Hey!

Is that your sauce I smell?

Yes, it is.

A little surprise for you.
Figured you deserved it.

Oh, great. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Oh, hang on.

What? What's up?

Nothing. I just...

Seemed like you were mad at me.

Why would I be mad at you?

Well, you don't always need a reason.

Well, maybe I was a
little mad at you, but,

we're all good now.

Okay, great.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, Pride suggested that I ask you about

my decision letter from REACT.

Have you seen that at all?

Have I seen that?

Maybe. Where did I see it?

Oh, maybe this is it right here.

- It's been opened.
- I know I crossed the line,

but I didn't read it.

- Would you admit it if you did?
- Look,

you know how much I
worry about you, right?

And you wanting to do all
these dangerous things,

like going undercover and REACT...

it's just Crazy Town.

I know.

Then I realized that
you're ready for it.

And even though I don't like it, I...

have to deal with it, so...

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

You totally read this,
though, didn't you?

I swear to God, I didn't read it.

Open the damn letter.

- Open it up already. Come on.
- All right, all right.

Well?

What is it? Yes? No? What?

Yeah.

Yeah? You got in?

- I made it.
- Yeah, you nut case!

Yeah! Good job!

What, did you not do one
dish while I was gone?

You want this sauce on
the plate or on your head?

Why are there Froot
Loops in a frying pan?

- I just cooked you a whole meal.
- Also, I made this

- in third grade...
- Now I'm done. Good night!

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