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Hey, look. This is to your
last week as a free man.

Hooyah! ALL: Hooyah!

Why don't I just give
you guys the bottle?

Sounds good to me.

Oh. Works for me,
Dad. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, Mr. Nichols, Trev told us
you were in 'Nam back in the day.

I did not... Smack in the
middle of prime time, 1968.

That must have been rough. Yeah.

Let me tell you squids a story.

Oh, not that old chestnut.

Now, we were on recon.

It was raining so hard we
couldn't see five feet in front of us.

I stepped in a bed
of bamboo vipers.

One of them gets me by the leg.

I grab my Ka-Bar and I cut
the damn snake's head off.

No way. And not only that.

The little bastard's been
holding up my pants ever since.

Nice.

Have a round with us, Dad,
before we head out on the town.

All right.

To wives and sweethearts.
May they never meet.

Never. Truer words.

I told Trevor to
be outside at 0600.

Well.

We don't get on the road
soon, we won't get our blind.

Trevor?

Trev?

God!

Mike! Jake!

Oh, my God.

My son. He's dead.

- Get him out of here.
- Come on.

Mr. Nichols, come on.

We came in for
Trev's bachelor party.

We're staying at an Airbnb
a few blocks away from here.

Supposed to go
deer hunting today.

Trevor's dad went
inside the house

and he found him there.

Is his dad still here?

No, he went home
to tell his wife.

Thanks. Stay close.

We got the call
about an hour ago.

I responded to the alley, saw the
lock on the back door was jimmied.

And did you happen to
see a murder weapon?

No, but there's a knife
missing from the butcher block.

Hey, Drummond. Dawson.

There's a tan line. No watch.

Find a wallet anywhere? I
haven't checked his pockets yet.

Ooh.

Hmm.

We braced ourselves for this day

when Trevor was
deployed overseas.

But we never thought that...

How long has your son
been out of the Navy?

Eighteen months.

He enlisted the day he
graduated from high school.

He was in 10 years.

He got an honorable discharge.

And since then?

He was a personal trainer at one of
those ritzy gyms down in the Loop.

He wasn't getting rich, but he looked
forward to going to work every day.

His wedding was next Saturday.

Instead, we're
planning a funeral.

It's not much consolation,
but I have our best people on it.

You damn well better.

I just can't believe
Trev's gone.

Just like that.

It's so unfair.

When was the last
time you saw him?

We had dinner Thursday.

Things were good between you
two? We were about to get married.

Trev was really looking
forward to the wedding,

partying with all of
our friends and families.

Right before I got married...

I freaked out a little.
I almost had a fling.

Trev wasn't like that, okay?

I hate to bother
you with this, Mia,

but we found these
at Trevor's house.

I just want to confirm
that they're yours.

No, they're not.

I mean, they must have
been there from before we met.

You're probably right.

It's unbelievable.

Four tours and Trevor gets
killed in his own place in Chicago.

What did you guys do
on your big night out?

We started at Trevor's
place for beers.

We had drinks with
Mr. Nichols at his bar

and then, after that
went to some joint

where all the
waitresses wear bikinis.

Big Mel's Bikini Bar?

Yeah.

That's the place.

So, what happened at Big Mel's?

Trevor got hammered,
and this waitress hit on him.

Angela. Total smoke show.

Sorry, ma'am. She was on
him like honey on a hot biscuit.

Was Trevor into her? Yeah.

Oh, yeah. He said he
was going to hang around

till Angela got off of work,
so me and Mike bounced.

You left your friend that
was about to get married

with Ms. Smoke Show?

Some wingmen.

We'd like to speak to Big Mel.

What can I do you for?

We're looking for Angela.

The girl in the yellow bikini.

The Sex on the
Beach is pretty sweet.

The Climax is very popular.

But my all-time fave
is the Ménage à Trois.

Angela. Come on.

Come on.

How's it going, Angela?

I'll let you know. What's up?

What did you do
after work last night?

Went home. With him?

Alone.

So, how did your underwear
wind up in his pocket?

Did something happen to him?

You know what cops call panties?

Lie detectors.

Hairs, fluids and
lots and lots of DNA.

He was getting married.

His buddies tipped me 50
bucks to slip him my thong.

And that's all?

Trevor wanted to hang
out after I got off of work,

so I took him to a fight club.

The one in Humboldt
Park? On Le Moyne?

That's right. I thought
he just wanted to watch.

But once we got there,
he said he wanted to fight.

So they set up a match for him.

He kicked some dude's ass.

I wasn't planning
to hook up with him.

But after he took his shirt
off and dominated in the ring,

I was like, "Come to mama."

Seriously? You
should have seen him.

I did. In a body bag.

That's...

Wow.

So, what happened when
you left the fight club?

We got in an Uber,
started making out.

And then he got all weird.

Said he didn't want to screw
things up with his fiancée.

So I dropped him off.

And then? I went home.

And took the
edge off, lady-style.

Adele, a glass of amaro,
and the Happy Rabbit.

Uber driver confirms Angela's
story. She never got out of the car.

Stone.

Prelim autopsy's back. We
need to meet him at the morgue.

Penetrating knife wound

to the left femoral artery
did most of the damage.

Most?

Bruising and edema to
his face, arms and torso.

He put up a hell of a fight.

Two, actually. The first one for
cash, the second one for his life.

Blood alcohol was 0.23. I'm
sure he wasn't on top of his game.

So, an intoxicated, unarmed man

was overmatched by a
knife-wielding assailant.

Mmm, there's just one anomaly.

Check out the X-ray.

What's that in his stomach?

Based on my analysis, looks to
me like a computer thumb drive.

There was no corrosion
from digestive agents.

The ME's sure he ingested
it right before he died.

I doubt it accidentally
fell into his corn flakes.

If he swallowed it at
the time of the break-in,

maybe he was trying to hide
it from whoever killed him.

Uh, I can read the
drive but I can't get in.

Password-protected?

It's a video file, but it's
encrypted up the wazoo.

Something you can handle?

This is NSA-level cloaking.

We farm it out to the private
sector, maybe we get lucky.

This was no run-of-the-mill
home invasion.

Let's find out what
Trevor Nichols

was hiding the
old-fashioned way.

Trevor was first team, All-City
tight end. That's not too shabby.

Yeah.

This guy was still
in great shape.

How did someone
get the jump on him?

Passed out from too many
tequilas, intruder with a knife...

I don't like his chances.

Electric bills...

Junk mail from
Bucktown Savings Bank.

When was the last time
anybody actually got a letter?

Let me see the bank one.

You can't open a
dead man's mail.

You're probably right.

Let me see, let me see...

"With your average
monthly balance of $250,000,

"you qualify for a Bucktown
Savings Personal Wealth Account."

How does a Navy vet turned
personal trainer make that kind of bank?

His fiancée was rocking
a pretty hefty diamond.

Trevor picked it out.

Looks expensive.

It was.

I think Trev was
trying to prove a point.

What do you mean?

Well, Mike really blew
his chance with me,

so I think Trev was
trying to convince me

he was serious
about getting married.

You went out with Mike Soto?

For about eight months.

That was before I moved
to Chicago to be near Trevor.

And Trevor had a bank account with
over a quarter of a million dollars in it.

Where did all that
money come from?

I don't know.

His dad gave it to him?

Mia, Trevor was murdered. Now
is not the time to keep secrets.

Fine.

Trev was writing a book.

And they gave him a
bunch of money up front.

He told me not to tell anyone.

But I guess that doesn't
really matter now.

What was his book about?

Something about
being in the Navy.

What do they call it?

A memoir.

I'm really sorry, but
I need to leave now

or I'm going to be late
for Trevor's service.

Fine.

Mr. Jefferies. I'm
sorry for your loss.

I know how busy you must
be. This is quite an honor.

Or maybe you're just
here looking for votes.

Vets are paid a lot of lip
service these days, ma'am.

It's the least I could do.

Were you in the service?

Yes, ma'am. I was
in the Corps. Vietnam.

No kidding.

Brown-water Navy. My Tho River.

I wouldn't have made it through
boot camp without Trevor.

I was terrible at ironing.

I mean, seriously, they
were going to discharge me

for inability to properly
maintain my uniform.

Then, one morning, I woke up

and Trev had ironed every
article of clothing in my locker.

Even my skivvies.

I asked him why. He said...

"Because I got your back, bro."

Trevor's publisher says his
book advance was $400,000.

Damn.

Maybe I should write a book.

All of a sudden you
have literary aspirations.

What can I say? I'm
a renaissance man.

How much of this book
did Trevor actually write?

Three chapters.

Don't you need
approval from the Navy

to publish something like that?

She says their
lawyers signed off on it.

Be nice to see those chapters.

They don't have anything.

Apparently, Trevor was
paranoid about plagiarism.

They decrypted the video.

Left clear. Right clear.

Looks like it's shot
with a helmet cam.

State of the art
night vision scopes.

M4 assault rifles. I'm pretty
sure that's a SEAL team.

Hold. Contact. Two o'clock.

Room clear.

Oh, God.

I shot her. Is she alive?

Negative. Get out of here!

She's lying down!

Left rear flank!

Ramirez, down!

Contact! East wall!

Watch your back.

Stand back!

Come on! Abort!

Abort!

Abort! Abort!

Come on, buddy. TREVOR: Oh, God!

Come on. We've got to go.

Leave her! Let's go! Let's go!
Come on! She's gone! Let's go!

Come on, Jake! Let's go.

What the hell was that?

Something we weren't
supposed to see.

Dr. Kathryn Carter worked with
Doctors Without Borders in the Ukraine.

When things got too dangerous
for humanitarian workers,

they pulled their people out.

But Dr. Carter refused
to leave her patients.

One week later, she was
kidnapped by a separatist faction,

so the Navy sent in a
SEAL team to rescue her.

It was called Operation Omega.

This was all over the
news a couple of years ago.

According to the Pentagon,
the mission went awry.

Dr. Carter and two of
the SEALs were killed

by the rebels during
the rescue attempt.

But on that video, it was one
of the Americans who shot her

and left her body there.

Now that's a memoir
I'd want to read.

Let's find out if Trevor Nichols
was one of those SEALs.

- Come in. Come in.
- Thank you.

Are you any closer to finding
out whoever killed my son?

We're making some progress.

Um...

I'm sorry. Please.

Did you and Trevor talk much
about his time in the Navy?

No, not much.

What about his book?

What book? His publisher said...

What? He had a publisher?

She said his book was about
his time in Naval Intelligence.

He wasn't Intel. He was a SEAL.

He was one of the SEALs
who survived Operation Omega.

How did you know that?

It came up in our investigation.

Trevor's Navy buddies,
Mike Soto and Jake Benjamin.

They were in his SEAL unit.

That's right. Jake
was their team leader.

Did Trevor talk to anyone
about what happened over there?

No. I tried to talk to him about
it once but he just waved me off.

He did make a
visit to the family

of the doctor that was
killed by the rebels.

He and Jake made a condolence
visit to the family in Iowa.

When he got back, he
was pretty shook up about it.

Trevor didn't even tell his father
the truth about how Dr. Carter died.

It would be nice to know
what he told the Carter family.

Any reason to suspect them?

Well, the SEAL team did
get their daughter killed.

They live in Iowa.

Let's see if they'll
come in for a chat.

When the charity called and
told her to get out of the Ukraine,

she called us and
said she couldn't

just abandon those poor people.

They wanted a $5,000,000 ransom.

Can you imagine?

I mean, we have a
10-year-old pickup.

Were any of you in
Chicago last week?

Uh, no, no. This
is our first time.

We heard the SEALs who tried
to rescue Kathryn paid you a visit.

Yes, they did. Two
of them, anyway.

They felt so terrible
about what happened.

The one in charge told
us that they almost had

Kathy safe at the helicopter

when the enemy
soldiers opened fire.

We tried to thank them, but we
could tell they still felt bad about it.

Yeah, and the younger
one... What was his name?

Trevor, I think?

He was so upset, he
had to go sit in the car.

I saw him out the window.
It looked like he was crying.

Was he the one who was murdered?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Tell them about the check, Mom.

Oh. Um...

Yeah.

About a month ago,
this came in the mail.

A cashier's check
from Bucktown Savings.

$100,000.

We don't know where it came from

so we didn't feel
right taking the money.

Trevor sent the Carters
part of his advance.

Looks that way.

But he didn't tell them the
SEALs killed their daughter.

Trevor's book.

Maybe he was about to blow
the lid off Operation Omega

and he couldn't take all that
money with a clear conscience.

I doubt his fellow
SEALs wanted the world

to know Dr. Carter was
killed by friendly fire.

They were both in Chicago
the night Trevor was murdered.

Have Dawson and Nagel dig in.

Tell them to start
with the Airbnb.

You know, I don't always meet
the guests that stay in my properties,

but these two young
men were very polite.

They had to extend their
stay for a funeral, poor things.

And I know it was a little
cramped in here for the two of them.

When they first got here,

I tried to move them to the
big two-bedroom upstairs,

but they said they
wanted the fireplace.

I told them, "This
weather is nothing.

"Wait till it's 10 below."

This doesn't look like wood ash.

It's a rivet from
a pair of jeans.

And two zippers.

Why were they
burning their clothes?

Do you know when
these guys left?

Just before you got here.

They're headed to
Midway to fly home.

I told them to walk down to
Wells and catch the Orange Line.

You did realize it's you and
me against two Navy SEALs.

Right?

Element of surprise, Nagel.

Yeah, no problem whatsoever.

All right, go that way.

Go ahead.

Move! ANTONIO: Police!

Everybody down!

Move!

Get back!

Move!

Whoa! Freeze!

You're both under arrest for
the murder of Trevor Nichols.

The zippers recovered
from the defendants' fireplace

were from Navy-issue
tactical fleeces.

The only logical conclusion
is that the defendants

burned their bloody clothing

after stabbing Trevor
Nichols to death.

The People request no bail.

My clients are
decorated Navy vets

who have served
our nation with valor.

They have the utmost
respect for its laws.

I only ask, as they face
these dubious charges,

they enjoy the same freedom
they've risked their lives to protect.

I almost heard a fife and
drum there, Mr. Olson.

First time in Cook County?

Yes, sir. But I've represented

men in uniform across
this great country.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but men in uniform

are men who've
been trained to kill.

In war, sir.

One can only hope.

Bail is set at
$1,000,000 D bond...

That's an insult
to these patriots.

Let me finish.

From the bottom of my heart,

I want to thank you for
your service, gentlemen.

Bail's still a million smackers.

Call the next case.

Hang tight, guys.
Nothing to worry about.

You seem rather confident about
a case that's purely circumstantial.

Where's your motive?

Ask your clients.

What did you make of Olson?

His flag-waving will
play a lot better with a jury

than Judge Emerson.

I don't know, Peter. That
God and country routine...

Sometimes my eyes glaze over.

Careful. We have a vet upstairs.

Do you think Soto and Benjamin will
tell their lawyer about Operation Omega?

We'll see.

If Olson comes in begging
for a plea deal, he knows.

If he wets his khakis when
we screen the video for him...

Peter Stone?

That's right.

We're seeking to enforce a writ of
replevin against you and your office.

Nice to meet you,
too. Mary Graziano.

U.S. Department of Justice,
National Security Division.

I haven't heard the words "writ
of replevin" since law school.

What's this all about?

You have classified material

that belongs to the
United States government.

We want it back.

See you in federal court
tomorrow, Mr. Stone.

Bright and early.

How did the DOJ find
out you had this video?

My money's on an employee

in the tech company that
did the decryption for us.

Not that it matters
at this point.

It matters to me.

Maybe you should have
been the one to tell them.

Is the government aware that this
footage is from Operation Omega?

It seems that way.

What's unclear is
whether they know

the SEAL team
botched the mission.

So, this could come as a
shock to the powers that be.

Or a leak in a cover-up
that began two years ago.

You think the Navy spun
the story that went public?

As opposed to an honest mistake?

That sounds pretty
cynical, Peter.

Weapons of mass destruction,
Iran-Contra, the Gulf of Tonkin...

Those names should
be a warning to you.

You've stepped into something
way bigger than your pay grade.

I do like to hear the truth
from my public officials.

But I don't have an ax
to grind here. Really?

Because I see sparks flying.

I just want to be able to
prove my murder case.

You're litigating against the
Justice Department in federal court.

If your murder case hangs
on this video, lots of luck.

Thanks for the pep talk, boss.

The video in question was
recorded by an active-duty sailor.

It's property of the Navy.

Neither Mr. Stone
nor his co-counsel

have the necessary
security clearance

to watch this video,
much less possess it.

We can't put the
rain back in the sky.

We didn't have any inkling of
its contents before we watched it.

For all we knew, it could have
been a Three Stooges clip.

Oh, well, that would be amusing,

but for the fact this
video contradicts

the official statements
about Operation Omega.

It could embarrass
the Executive Branch

and have repercussions
on our foreign policy.

So, let me propose a
simple remedy, Mr. Stone.

Hand over the video, destroy all
copies, and keep your mouth shut.

But this video is a critical piece
of evidence in a homicide case.

How so?

The victim was a former Navy
Seal from the Omega mission.

He was murdered to prevent him writing
a tell-all book about the operation.

Once I introduce the video
into evidence, it's all yours.

And by the following morning,

the story will be click-bait
for every media outlet

from here to Vladivostok.

Would you concede, Mr. Stone,

there are more important
national concerns

at stake here than
one local murder case?

Here's one.

The government
shouldn't deceive us about

what our military
does in foreign lands.

Transparency breeds
trust in our institutions.

And this federal
judiciary has courageously

upheld these values
in turbulent times.

Watergate, the
Pentagon Papers...

With all due respect to
Mr. Stone... The people who fight...

if we start allowing
local officials

to become the
arbiters of whether

classified items
are made public,

that's a national security
nightmare I can't begin to imagine.

I see your point, Ms. Graziano.

Thank you both for your
thoughtful arguments.

You'll have my
decision tomorrow.

So, you think we have a shot?

No, I'm not that optimistic.

The DOJ has home
court advantage.

Peter killed it in court though.

I was ready to bust
out into Masters of War.

Don't recruit me for the
Weather Underground just yet.

I said what I had to
say to try and get justice

for Trevor Nichols
and his family.

You know, if we lose the video,

it wouldn't be the
end of the world.

Talk to me.

Mike Soto went out with Mia
until Trevor stole her away.

Soto arrives at the
bachelor party, he's jealous,

he tries to use Bikini Girl
to blow up the engagement.

And when that doesn't
work, Soto confronts Trevor.

Things get out of hand.

It's not the best
hand at the table.

But I'll play it if
I have to. Hmm.

The Government
asserts a broad principle.

National security should
always carry the day.

Mr. Stone has also
made a lofty claim.

Honesty and transparency
are paramount.

So, let's look
at the fine print.

Should the truth about
Operation Omega come to light,

the Government can point to
no individual who will be harmed.

No American soldier or
sailor who will be endangered.

On the other hand,
the People of Illinois

will likely see two
murderers elude justice

simply because the Navy
wants to perpetuate a lie.

The Government's application
for a writ of replevin is denied.

I got to say, I did
not see that coming.

Chalk one up for the underdogs.

Good news. The writ was
denied. The video is in.

Except you're
not going to use it.

What?

You heard me.

Why?

Personal experience
has taught me

military secrets
should stay secret.

With all due respect,

just because you
served in Vietnam

doesn't give you a monopoly
on national security protocol.

In my office, it does.

When I walked into the jungle,

I knew that as long
as I stayed on-mission,

the folks up the chain of
command had my back.

And if there was something that they
wanted to keep out of the public eye,

there was a damn
good reason for it.

There's never a good
reason to veil the truth.

Then why not
open your case files

to every defense
lawyer you face?

I'll tell you why not.

Because it's war.

You do not give aid
and comfort to the enemy

unless you're a misguided
fool like Edward Snowden.

I do not accept your analogy.

Then maybe you can accept this.

If you value your rights
and your freedoms,

sometimes you have
to ask men and women

to go to far-away
battlefields to die for them.

And if you ask your
fellow Americans

to risk their lives
for your liberties,

then you don't get to
second-guess it all after the fact.

You realize this will
probably cost us our case.

I don't give a damn.

I do.

I didn't come here to cling to tired
bromides that allow killers to go free.

Then you have a
choice, don't you?

Do what I'm telling
you or find a new job.

Mr. Stone.

It's Peter.

Thanks for coming.

What's on your mind?

I came to pay my respects.

You could have
done that at the house.

There's also something I
thought you should know.

About Trevor.

If it's something
I'd rather not hear...

The Navy didn't tell you
the truth about Omega.

Trevor didn't, either.

I'm sure there are
things he'd have

wanted to tell me, but couldn't.

He was about to go public.

It was going to embarrass a lot
of people, including his friends.

Destroy careers, maybe.

So that's why you
arrested Mike and Jake.

This secret the
Navy kept from you...

From everybody...

We can't reveal
it at their trial.

So there's a strong likelihood
they won't be convicted.

I understand.

You do?

You never served, did you?

My son joined up
because he felt there was

a cause more important
than his own life.

Those ideals, he came to realize

they weren't all they
were cracked up to be.

That's not how I see it.

He was writing a book that
defied his chain of command.

Every soldier needs a way to
let go of the weight he carries.

Trevor found his way.

Doesn't mean I
have to agree with it.

Don't you even want to
know what it was going to say?

No.

I don't.

Peter.

I bought you a
coffee. Tall Americano.

Thanks.

Tell me what you think of this.

There's no reason this video has
to go to the DOJ right this minute.

Why torture yourself?

The defendants were present
when the video was shot,

so there's no national security
issue when they watch it.

When?

Jefferies won't let
you put it into evidence.

Mike Soto doesn't know that.

I don't know. Peter...

Maybe it's better
just to let it go.

And let these two killers
walk away scot-free?

Olson has a huge
conflict of interest.

Let's divide and conquer.

Where'd you get that?

Let's not get
hung up on details.

We know you and Jake
Benjamin killed Trevor Nichols.

That explains why.

If his book came
out, you'd be exposed

as the screw-ups
who killed Dr. Carter

and left her body to
God knows what indignity.

And when a jury sees this,

they'll realize you
had every reason to kill

your best friend and
destroy his manuscript.

The reason you're sitting
here instead of Mr. Benjamin

is I'm pretty sure he was
calling the shots that night,

like he did in the Ukraine.

Fifteen years if you
testify against him.

Instead of the 60-to-life
you'll get if you're convicted.

Mia skyped me a few months
before the bachelor weekend.

She showed me the engagement
ring that Trevor bought her.

I asked where Trevor got
money for a rock like that.

She said he was being paid to write
a book about his time in the Navy.

What, if anything, did you
do with that information?

I called Jake.

He and I both got so angry
about it, we just couldn't let it go.

Why not, Mr. Soto?

We take a solemn pledge.
It's called the SEAL Code.

"I do not advertise
the nature of my work

"nor do I seek
recognition for my actions."

And what did you decide
to do about Trevor's book?

Jake said that we
had to talk him out of it.

What if he wouldn't
listen to you?

Jake said that wasn't an option.

What did you take that to mean?

I wasn't sure.

What did you take
that to mean, Mr. Soto?

That if Trevor wouldn't
follow the code,

we would have to take
matters into our own hands.

By killing him.

As a last resort, yes, sir.

We both thought it best
to talk to him in person,

so we waited till we
got here in Chicago.

And what happened
when you got here?

We all went out partying.

At the end of the night,
we went our separate ways,

but later on, Jake and I
went back to Trevor's house.

Did Trevor know you
were coming? Negative.

We both left our
cell phones behind.

We jogged over to his
place and we broke in.

And then what happened?
We woke Trev up.

Told him he needed
to kill the book,

that it went against
the SEAL Code

and everything
that we stood for.

He said he wouldn't
back down now.

That the book was
the right thing to do

and that he'd already given
away some of the money.

And that's when Trevor
grabbed a kitchen knife and...

That's when things
got out of hand.

Mr. and Mrs.
Nichols, I am so sorry.

I loved Trevor like
he was my brother. I...

Please tell the jury
exactly what occurred next.

Jake and I disarmed him.

I held Trevor back as Jake
picked up the knife off the floor.

Then, all of a sudden,
Jake spun around

and landed a kill
strike to Trevor's thigh.

To his femoral artery, just
like they trained us to do.

Then we took the knife,
Trevor's laptop, the book pages,

couple of other things to
make it look like a robbery.

And we...

We just left Trevor
there on the floor

and we got the
hell out of there.

You made a plea
bargain with Mr. Stone

for a lighter
sentence, didn't you?

That's right.

Did you inform him that you had

a personal motive to
kill your friend Trevor?

What do you mean?

Well, he was marrying your
ex-girlfriend, Mia Jones, correct?

Yes, but... Did
you tell Mr. Stone

that you're still
in love with Mia

before he offered you
the deal of the century?

Objection to that
characterization.

Rephrase, Mr. Olson.

You're still in love
with her, aren't you?

No, that's not true.
Mia and Trev...

They're perfect for one another.

Isn't it a fact that
you told my client

that you hated Trevor
for stealing Mia?

No, sir, it's not.

And that you would do
everything in your power

to stop their
impending marriage?

Jake's lying.

How can you talk
all this crap, man?

Just answer the
question, Mr. Soto.

In fact, you went there alone
and stabbed him to death.

Because the thought of Trevor
and Mia together enraged you.

It wasn't about Mia. It
was about the Ukraine.

Ukraine?

The simple fact is you
got a sweetheart deal

for killing your friend
in a jealous rage.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Tell us what you meant
by the Ukraine, Mr. Soto.

Objection to this
distraction, Your Honor.

Mr. Olson opened the door.
- Overruled.

The witness may answer.

I can't.

I'm not supposed to.

We have heard all
about your SEAL Code.

But you swore an oath when
you took that witness stand.

Jake, Trevor and I were on Operation
Omega in Ukraine two years ago.

We were part of a Navy
SEAL team sent there

to rescue a doctor who'd been
kidnapped by some rebels there.

And what happened
on the operation?

The mission went all wrong.

Dr. Carter and two of
our guys were killed.

By the rebels?

The SEALs were, yes.

But it was Trevor that
shot and killed Dr. Carter.

Trevor mistook her
for an enemy fighter,

ripped off half a
dozen rounds or so.

And that's when the ambush
went down and all hell broke loose.

But the Navy covered it all up.

They told some story about
how we were all heroes,

when the truth was Omega
was a total train wreck.

You swore, on direct, that
Trevor was writing a book.

He was going to tell how the
Navy lied to cover up the operation.

Is that why you and
Jake killed Trevor?

Objection. Withdrawn.

Can I please answer
that, Your Honor?

Overruled.

Jake and I both agreed
that it wasn't right

that Trevor was
going to get rich

off the backs of
our dead brothers

and piss all over the Code.

After everyone pumps you up
and thanks you for your service

and tells you what
a big hero you are,

you're supposed to keep quiet

and try to forget
what really happened.

But Trevor couldn't do that.

He couldn't live with the shame.

Maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe he just wanted
to set the record straight.

So he could make
peace with what he did.

On the count of
first degree murder,

the jury finds the
defendant guilty.

On the count of home invasion,

the jury finds the
defendant guilty.

On the count of conspiracy
to commit first degree murder,

the jury finds the
defendant guilty.

I hope you realize I
didn't have a choice.

The choice was, "No
redirect, Your Honor."

Our case was slipping away.

Whether that's
true is debatable.

Either way, you made an
end run around my wishes.

If you want my letter of
resignation, I have one ready.

Tear it up. I'm not vindictive.

Thank you.

Congratulations on being right.

But you're wrong.

Old Town, Gold Coast...

They plow so good you
don't even know it snowed.

My damn street looks
like a hockey rink.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

The last time you drove a car,

The Fridge played for the
Bears and an actor was president.

Back to the future, right?

What do you have
to take the chill off?

You didn't have to drop by
to check on me, Mr. Jefferies.

Mark.

Join me?

Why the hell not?

To better days.

Better days.

I had a visitor on Sunday.

Buffed-up rear
admiral from Annapolis.

For your son?

He presented me with Trevor's
medals in a black leather box.

Kid sent them back.

You still have yours?

I threw them away years
ago. I hated the damn things.

I couldn't look at them
without thinking about

some of the things I saw.

And did.

Fifty years... I still
can't talk about it.

Maybe it's time, Grant.

Maybe it's time.