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In the Book of Judges,

Gideon asks God how to choose his men for battle.

The Lord told Gideon to take his men down to the river

and have them drink.

The men who flopped on their bellies

and drank like dogs were no good to him.

Gideon watched as some men knelt

and drank with their eyes watching the horizon...

spears in hand.

Though they were few,

those were the men he needed.

Port arms.

Ready. Aim.

Fire.

Back. Rack.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Alpha, bring it in.

We got the green light to move on Chemical Kahani.

Oh, fuck yes.

He's back in Syria.

Intel confirms another attack is imminent.

- Wait, where's Donny? - I got him hooked up to an IV

- in medical. He's got a headache. - A headache?

He's just dehydrated from the run this morning.

Not the run.

I'm pumping him full of electrolytes.

- He'll be good. - He's just freaking out

'cause his wife's about to give birth

to Boozer's baby.

Yeah, yeah, fuck you, Lecrone.

It would be an honor to have a little baby Boozer.

- Thanks, bro. - Even if he tapped out at five foot two.

You're a dick. Five foot three.

Hey, guys, let's lock it up.

Donny, how you feeling?

Like a fucking pit bull, sir.

All right.

- Then let's eat. - All right, boys.

We're gonna enter via indig fishing trawler,

800 meters off the coast.

We'll be swimming east to our target.

We got a high tide 0232. It's gonna be a dark one.

Moonlight will be at 14%.

So, kind of like these tunnels,

we're gonna be under 20 or 30 feet of solid limestone.

So, if I was a betting man, I'd say intersquad comms,

it's gonna be a no-go.

The best way to pass word is gonna be to drop relays off

at the entry point and any forks along the way.

We should get comms back up and running

once we hit the access point here in the crypt.

Yeah, we can trust these tunnel maps, sir?

Syrian Democratic Forces gave us a local trooper

who grew up playing in the tunnels beneath the compound.

It's personal for this kid.

Kahani gassed his whole family.

He'll be accompanying us on the op.

Roger. Five klicks out, sir.

Fellas, let's get ready to take it topside.

Infield's good. Chief, your assessment?

Kahani's in under the radar,

so it makes me think that the compound's

probably gonna be lightly guarded.

In the event that shit goes south,

we got Rangers ten mikes out on QRF.

It feels solid, sir.

Agreed.

We keep it quiet. In and out.

No one's gonna even know we're there.

Bravo platoon has just touched down, as you know.

Cox has given us the option to stand down

and hand this off as part of the turnover.

I told him that we did not come here to coast,

and this motherfucker is ours.

We are Alpha.

Good.

Eyes on the horizon, boys.

Let's make it count.

Let's roll.

Lecrone, Fletcher, maintain comms.

- Copy. - Good copy.

Access point, 60 feet.

Sir, Zeke's flagging.

Hold.

EOD up. No comms.

We're going white light.

It's a fucking landslide, sir.

This whole crypt is rigged to blow.

Stay comms external.

Let them know we're negative on the access point.

Contact!

Contact, entry point!

- What do we got? - We've got heavy contact.

Rear. They need backup.

Chief, I'm putting a fireteam together

- and moving to the post position. - Roger that.

Move it!

Lecrone, what do you got?

Go! Watch your back!

- Fuck! Lecrone's hit. - Move, move, move.

Roll it, roll it, roll it! Move!

Hold!

Frag out!

Frag out!

Let's kill that motherfucker!

Fuck him up!

Clear!

Get these men!

Get them out now!

Coming in!

Fall back to the crypt, now!

Moving!

Set!

On your back, on your back!

- Go left. CCP's on the left! - Go, go, go.

Moving!

Forward, clean it up!

Come on!

I got you, brother. I got you!

- Last man! - Last man!

Give him to me.

Come on!

Sir, you need to spin up that QRF now!

Hey, calm your man down.

What's our casualty status, Ram?

We got two guys K.I.A.

Barnes is barely breathing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey! Listen to me.

I'll get you out of here.

I got you, brother. I got you.

Mallory's hit!

They keep coming, boss!

Boozer, on me!

Got to make comms, got to get QRF spun up.

Let's go!

Charlie, get us to the access point. Move.

Go!

Trip wire!

- Right here. - Careful!

- Where is it?! - Careful!

- Where the fuck is it? - Trip wire. Watch your feet!

Crowley, get eyes on that trigger.

I want to know what we're dealing with, now!

Yes, sir, I'm on it.

What do we got, Boozer?

I have an out!

Get those comms up there, spin QRF now!

Troops in contact. Multiple eagles down.

Whoa!

- No, no, get back! - No!

Get back, Trooper!

Hey, Picasso, you gonna let me see what you're drawing?

What was that?

Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?

Daddy?

Lucy!

Donny, you good?

Donny?

Get up, Chief! Move!

Reece! Reece, move!

Come on, man! Get up!

Cortese, I'm moving to you!

Cortese!

On me.

Check fire! Check fire!

- Move, move, move! - Commander Reece!

Talk to me, Cortese. Hey, brother, what you got?

All right, come on, man. Let's go. Let's go.

Move it, move it, move it! Let's go!

Let me know an ETA on that helo!

Hey! Light that chopper up.

Commander, I have a helo coming in!

I need you on it!

Hey, give me two! Give me two!

Cortese, let's go! Up! Up!

- Get him up! Come on! - We got to get you out!

Go!

Hurry up! Move it, move it, move!

Return their fire!

Let's go! Let's go get some support!

Sir, I need to get you on this first!

I need a head count on my men!

I understand, but I need to get you off this sand!

Get my boys off this beach!

Sir, you are the last man!

I promise you, I promise you!

- How you feeling on that leg? - Good, good.

I have no pulse.

Cortese, eyes on me. Look at me!

Cortese, open your eyes!

Stay with me, brother. Stay with me.

- Control the bleeding. - S-Stay with me.

- More pressure! More pressure! - Come on, come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Mrs. Reece?

Your service member is waiting to speak with you.

James?

- Lauren? Lauren? - James? Thank God.

Is that you?

They've been calling the families all night.

What happened? Talk to me.

It's not good. They're, uh...

Everybody's gone. They're all gone.

Me and Boozer, that's it.

Everybody else is...

Everybody else didn't make it out.

It's a bad one.

Okay.

I love you.

Just, just come home.

I...

I'm here for you.

This is Special Agent Robert Bridger, NCIS.

I'm here at Incirlik Air Force Base

with Special Agent Daniel Stubbs

to interview Lieutenant Commander James Reece,

SEAL Team 7, regarding mission number 644: Odin's Sword.

Commander, can you outline the details of your mission?

We were tasked with supporting SDF

in apprehending Dr. Jahan Kahani and any intel

related to his chemical weapons program.

- Tip came in two weeks ago. - Tip from whom?

Tabari Moussa. Arms dealer outside of Aleppo.

Our top SDF source.

You red-teamed this operation with...

Commander William Cox.

Any flags?

No. No. Moussa's intel has been pretty solid.

Gave us two clear shots at Kahani in the last two years.

I'm sorry, did QRF find any sign of Kahani at the compound?

Negative.

According to audio logs, you went dark on comms

roughly four mikes in.

Why?

We encountered countermeasures, IEDs, near the access points.

Comms down is S.O.P.

Was there any sign that he had even been to the compound?

Can you point to the area with the IEDs?

QRF found a mobile lab.

Let's stick with the op.

Where were the IEDs located?

Right here.

If it was just IEDs,

it'd be nothing out of the ordinary,

but there were armed loyalists waiting to ambush us.

They knew we were coming.

Commander, at what point of the operation

did you notice that Special Warfare Operator 2nd Class

Donny Mitchell was unwell?

Excuse me, what?

SO2 Mitchell, the youngest member of your troop,

experienced some sort of "episode" during the operation,

shortly before he set off the explosion.

Gentlemen,

you need to understand something.

I have 12 men flying home in caskets right now,

and you want to ask me questions about Donny Mitchell?

It was the SDF trooper who panicked, not Donny.

Our mission logs say it was Donny Mitchell.

No, it wasn't, okay? I was there.

- It wasn't Donny. - Easy, Commander.

We're just telling you what we know.

It's too loud, Boozer! It's too fucking loud!

Ramirez, Donny needs help!

Donny, chill the fuck out!

- Where the fuck is... - Hey, Donny, what's going on?

That's not how it went down.

I never said any of those things.

Maybe this interview is too soon.

- The Navy wanted us... - All right, listen, don't say Navy.

All right? You're not Navy.

You're fucking wannabe cops.

I know how it went down.

The place was packed with explosives and armed loyalists,

and our SDF trooper lost his shit.

It's too fucking loud, Ramirez.

- It's too fucking loud. - Calm down, Donny.

- Calm down! - It's too fucking loud, Ramirez.

Donny, look at me.

I'll get you out of here, brother.

I got you. I got you.

All of the audio indicates it was Mitchell

that triggered the explosion.

Please, take a moment, review the logs.

Then let us know if you want to amend your statement.

You're in good shape, Commander,

all things considered.

Course he is, Doc. Look at him.

My men are built to take a kick to the head.

How are you feeling, Commander, generally?

Any blurry vision, headaches, memory loss?

Memory loss?

With brain trauma, physical injuries can heal quickly,

neural pathways may take more time.

Add in the stress of grief and loss...

You experiencing symptoms, Reece?

No, sir. No.

There are a few more tests we can run.

I'd really like to get those done at Balboa, if I can.

- I'd prefer to give you an MRI here. - Yeah.

Well, my men already flew home.

I'd like to get back to their families.

Unless you're grounding him, I'm okay with Reece flying.

WARCOM can coordinate once he's stateside.

Okay, Commander.

But until your follow-up, take it easy.

Plenty of rest.

No alcohol.

We're gonna find Kahani.

And when we do, we're gonna scalp him.

Fuckin' A.

That's what Donny would've done.

23-year-old kid was a fucking savage.

For Donny.

Long live the brotherhood.

Can I get a whiskey? Neat.

Who we drinking to?

You a contractor or a reporter?

The Zirvede nightclub stamp on your wrist.

They don't let service members in there.

You never broke a fucking rule?

I mean, I was there with an airman.

He told me about a transport

that flew out last night carrying 12 SEALs.

No color guard, no ramp ceremony.

Oh, good, you're press.

Katie Buranek, VoltStreem News.

Hey, let me buy the next round, Commander.

No. I buy my own drinks, thank you.

I write about team guys.

I did a whole series about our overreliance

- on spec ops. - Yeah, I read it.

Commander, people still give a shit

about what goes on over here.

12 SEALs lost and no one

in command even issues a statement?

What are they hiding?

I don't know what you're fishing for,

but you're not gonna get it from me or from Boozer.

Who's Boozer?

I don't leak stories, Ms. Buranek.

And certainly not to people who criticize our work.

I don't criticize your work.

I question your assignments.

A Hooten Young on me.

For your efforts.

Smooth and steady, boss. Smooth and steady.

Reece! Get up!

Come on, man, get up!

Reece!

- Wake up! - Commander.

Everyone off-loaded, sir.

Tried to wake you up a few times.

Don't tell me you're calling a fucking Uber.

Heard a rumor you were flying in tonight,

so I figured...

Oh, man.

Thanks, Ben.

- Let's get you home, brother. - Yeah.

Maybe we could just drive a little bit? Clear my head.

- Want to tell me what happened? - How much do you know?

- Figured the Agency read you in. - The Agency said shit.

I mean, that's pulling teeth over there.

You know that.

- It was a setup. - Wait,

- what do you mean? - Somebody fed us

bad intel on Kahani to draw us in.

Iranians.

Probably. Maybe the Russians.

- Could be Assad. - Shit.

Who has the capability to alter our signals?

What do you mean? Like disruption?

Change our digital record.

Alter voices. Deepfake.

Brother, that is...

that is a fucking high-level E.W. capability.

That's God's hand kind of shit.

Listen, I mean, I know some guys in Persia House.

I can make some calls, see if there's anything worth seeing.

We'll start there.

All right, that's enough, sweetheart.

- I'm not done. - It's way past your bedtime.

Hello?

Daddy!

Hey, bug.

You're home.

You betcha. I'm home.

Mommy said you wouldn't be home until tomorrow,

but I knew it was gonna be today.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Look at you. Look how tall you are.

I have some new pillows and stuffed animals in my room.

- I really want to show you. - Oh, okay.

I also had a really good idea.

I really wanted

- to get a dog. - Okay.

Lucy, why don't you go lay in bed,

and then Daddy can come and tuck you in in a second.

- I'll come find you. - Come on.

Okay, I'll see you in there.

Okay, let's get you tucked in.

I'm glad you waited up for me. Thank you.

Are you okay?

Oh, um, yeah,

- I'm fine. - Does it hurt?

No.

It's nothing.

You sure?

Yeah, I am sure.

I'm all right.

What you been reading since I've been gone?

The Girl Who Drank the Moon.

It's about magic powers.

You want to read some?

Daddy's really tired,

so he's gonna go to bed, okay?

And he needs to take a shower

because he smells really bad.

All right.

What's that over there, a new drawing?

Gosh, you are getting good, kid.

Look at this. You drew this?

I drew that before you left, Daddy.

I've never seen this before.

I showed it to you.

You liked it.

You're funny.

I am being funny.

I am always being funny.

Anything to make my little girl smile, huh?

- Good night. - I love you.

I love you.

All right.

I would have come to pick you up.

It's okay.

Ben was there.

You know, the only thing they've told me

is that you had a concussion and...

...and that you have to lay low.

You should get checked out, James.

I can... I can make you an appointment.

I'm all right.

Ramirez, hold. Moving to you.

Come on, man, get up!

What do you think, Daddy?

Daddy?

- James. - Huh?

Oh. What?

I was saying

that Mommy and I already planned your first day home.

Why don't you start by telling Daddy

about the new activity we've been doing?

While you were gone, Mommy and I

started stand-up paddleboarding.

It's like surfing and sea kayaking combined.

It's super fun.

And maybe we can ask Daddy

- if he wants to come with us. - You wanna come, Daddy?

I know you'll like it.

Last time I did surfing, uh...

It was a bit of a disaster, remember?

It's easy.

We'll start off at La Jolla Cove

really early in the morning 'cause then are no waves,

- so we can get out to the flat water. - Sounds like a plan.

We'll go. We're gonna do some stand-up paddleboarding.

Okay. That'll be fun.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

World-famous cinnamon rolls.

- What do you think, should we eat these? - Babe, that's...

- Put that... That's hot. - Aah!

- Ah, shit! - Jesus Christ.

- You okay? - I'm okay. Sorry.

Tell me about your...

It's WARCOM.

This is Reece.

No.

No, sir. That's impossible.

Yes, sir. I'll be right there.

Put it on my desk today. Not tomorrow. Today.

- I have to go. Reece. - Captain Howard,

- where is Boozer? - I'm sorry.

The coroner just took the body.

We're standing by for a meeting.

It's gonna be in about 30 minutes.

Reece, I'll be right by your side.

- Reece. - Commander Reece,

Special Agent Holder, NCIS. Excuse me.

- Sir? - Move.

I have a few questions I need to ask you

regarding Petty Officer Vickers'...

mental state.

I was with this man yesterday, and he was fine.

No fucking way he would've shot himself.

- Sorry, yesterday? - Yeah.

Flew home from Incirlik together,

and he was fine.

Uh, Commander,

that's not... that's not possible.

- Vickers shot himself two days ago. - No, I'm sorry.

You're fucking wrong.

- Hey, you know what? - Tell him.

Take a breath.

The commander just returned

- from combat. - Right, yeah.

With Vickers. Yesterday.

Okay.

PO1 Vickers flew home with the bodies of your men

two days ago.

Later that night, he took his own life.

Neighbors found him this morning.

Coronado Police were the first ones on the scene.

I'm really sorry, Commander.

Smooth and steady, boss.

Smooth and steady.

Come on, push it!

Push it!

There's no shame in quitting. You want to quit?

Ring the bell.

Reece.

We don't have to do this today. You could take some time.

I would if I thought it could wait.

Okay. We stick with your concerns

about the operational intelligence. Come on.

- Push-ups. Ready? - Ready!

- Down! Down! - One. Two.

Sir, it is my belief that this was a targeted attack

on Alpha Platoon.

My troop's been pursuing Kahani since 2018,

killing two of his Quds Force lieutenants in that time.

Somebody fed bad intel to my man in Aleppo.

- This was a trap. - SOCOM and CIA

are tracking down Moussa,

and operations in Syria are on hold.

But what I want to know is what happened on the op itself.

Sir?

Well, you're the only eyewitness left,

but nothing in this file adds up.

That file adds up.

It makes perfect sense once you realize

somebody has manipulated our audio record.

To clarify, that is your belief

that an SDF trooper panicked

and detonated an IED, not SO2 Mitchell?

Yes. Yes, sir.

I... I stand by my statement.

And if I'm right,

we cannot let our men operate in that theater.

Not until we figure out who has that technology,

who has the capability to do such a thing

and who would set us up.

Tell me, uh...

what happened at Petty Officer Vickers'.

According to NCIS,

you question the timeline

of Vickers' death.

I questioned, sir,

why Boozer would shoot himself.

But, yes, my timeline is a little fuzzy.

The commander suffered a significant concussion

on mission. He's...

He's dealing with some repercussions.

And might these repercussions

be affecting your memory of the operation?

You don't forget an op like that, sir.

No, sir.

Look, Reece,

I admire your commitment.

Moving up from enlisted sniper to troop commander

is no small feat, and at 40,

you're still the tip of the spear.

But you need to get yourself right.

Lose the five-o'clock shadow when you're in garrison.

People look to us to set a tone.

Especially now.

Yes, sir.

That's it!

- Follow his lead! - We've been informed

every SEAL in the platoon

will receive a posthumous Silver Star,

- including Vickers. - Come on, ladies...

Secretary of defense herself is flying out for the funerals.

Sure the families will appreciate it.

Was it confirmed, sir?

- What, the medals? - Boozer's cause of death.

I double-checked with the coroner.

They confirmed a self-inflicted wound.

Nine millimeter.

Sir. Sorry, sir.

He shot himself with his team pistol?

It was his own SIG.

I believe it was a platoon gift.

Reece, are you sure you're okay to go to these funerals?

We could generate a reason

- for your absence. - I'll be there, sir.

Storm's rolling in.

If you don't want to chat, you can,

you know, just sit there and watch me set the sail.

That's cool, too.

See anything wrong with this bullet?

Like what?

The caliber.

I love my SIG.

Boozer,

his favorite pistol was his custom 1911.45.

He hated the team nine millimeters.

Hated 'em.

We would always debate the virtues.

Nine millimeter versus 45.

Want a higher capacity magazine,

or you want more lead to throw downfield?

Downrange, he always wanted the .45.

He said if you're gonna destroy something, destroy it.

Don't poke a bunch of holes in it. Don't bring a penknife

to a sword fight.

I don't buy it, man.

There's no fucking way Boozer offs himself

with this SIG. No way.

Whoever set us up...

They might be able to fake evidence.

They can't fake Boozer.

Quds have assets killing SEALs

in Coronado?

That's what you're telling me?

Someone does.

May I?

Long live the brotherhood.

Fucking A.

I miss the teams, man.

Maybe Boozer chose the team gun to send a message.

His way to say goodbye.

Maybe.

You know, why don't you, Laur and Luce

take the boat for a weekend.

Head for the horizon. Kon-fucking-Tiki style.

Sail down to Marco's ranch.

Take a breath.

You think I'm losing my mind?

No.

I think you got your deck

shuffled pretty fucking good, though.

That being said, I am your brother.

And if you feel

anything is off, anything,

call me.

I know that.

Good.

All right. One more beer.

I know it's unfair what we ask of you,

and I appreciate

the sacrifice you all have made.

Today, a nation mourns with you

and thanks you

as we honor a cherished member of this community,

Silver Star recipient

Petty Officer First Class Victor Ramirez.

Ready? Face.

Port arms.

Ready. Aim.

Fire.

Back. Rack.

Ready.

Aim. Fire.

Today, a nation

mourns with you and thanks you

as we honor a cherished member of this community,

Silver Star recipient

Special Warfare Operator Second Class

- Donald Mitchell. - Ready.

Aim. Fire.

I know it's unfair what we ask of you,

and I appreciate the sacrifice you all have made.

Today,

we honor the loss of Silver Star recipient

Petty Officer Ernest "Boozer" Vickers.

- Commander Reece? - Ma'am?

Mrs. Reece, the admiral's wife

told me all about you.

Said you beat most of these boys in the local races.

I'd pay good money to see that.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.

May I borrow your husband?

Of course.

I'm not much of a politician.

I speak my mind, and I do what I want,

- press and public be damned. - Yes, ma'am.

So you know when I say

that whatever you and these families need

to get back on your feet, it will be provided.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm putting you in for the Navy Cross.

- No, I don't deserve that. - Yeah, you do.

Rangers said they couldn't drag you out of those tunnels.

You insisted on helping your men.

And it shows the SEALs

who are heading back out into the theater

that we stand by our operators no matter what.

Ma'am, SEALs are deploying?

See, I was told operations were on hold

while we chase the intelligence failure.

We found your man Moussa. He had a hole in his head

and Quds Force money in his pocket.

Ah.

I've been focusing my research on Kahani's

next move. I'd like to be there when...

when we find him.

When Kahani's dead, you'll be the first to know.

Do you have any 20s on you?

James?

Do you have any cash for the babysitter?

I guess we could...

- We could just Venmo her. - That funeral was empty.

Mallory's wife didn't even show up. I mean...

Boozer deserved more than that.

Did you call the clinic

to schedule the MRI?

James?

I feel better.

James.

We're gonna get through this, okay?

- I promise. - I'm fine, honey.

I'm all right. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- What? What? - You see that gray car right there?

Right there. Just parked.

It was at the funeral. It followed us here.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Go inside. Get Lucy.

- Hands! - Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, Commander.

I just needed to meet you away from the teams.

Can I get you a tea

- or something? - Uh...

You got anything stronger?

- I think we-we have a bottle open. - It's okay.

- This'll be quick. - Yeah. You know what?

I'm okay. Um, thank you.

And I-I'm sorry about earlier.

- I'm gonna put Lucy to bed. - Yeah.

Well, that was something.

I've spent the last 18 months between bases and outposts,

but I never had a gun in my face.

Still, I'm-I'm glad you reached out to me.

So, for the past two years,

your troop has alternated between six months of deployment

and six months of training.

That's 67% less downtime than a normal...

I didn't reach out to you to talk OPTEMPO ratios.

I asked you who I was with when we met in Incirlik.

No, that's not what you asked me, though, is it?

I mean, not exactly.

I looked into your friend's death.

PO1 Vickers. "Boozer," right?

Tracked down a copy of the police report.

This is his death certificate.

Look at the date.

He was already dead here in Coronado the day

I met you in Incirlik.

I brought up your troops' deployment pattern

because if overwork and exhaustion played a part

in your men's death, I don't think that's your fault.

But there are people who need to be held responsible

- for that. - Okay, it's time for you to go.

Listen, I know you think I'm the enemy,

but all I care about is the truth.

And if a broken system

put you and your men into shitty situations...

Thank you for your time, Ms. Buranek.

I appreciate you stopping by.

All right. Well...

I'm in town for the next week,

so if you change your mind...

Thanks.

We're gonna find Kahani.

When we do, we're gonna scalp him.

Long live the brotherhood.

Long live the brotherhood.

I think something happened to me on that op.

I need to call the clinic.

- You know what an engram is? - No, I don't.

It's kind of the Holy Grail of brain research.

A physical pathway for the encoding of memories.

This is a visualization

of healthy recall. Each memory a distinct map.

But when our memory pathways get disrupted,

it can lead to things like conflation.

Old memories overlap with new ones.

So a memory from a year ago

feels like it happened yesterday.

Your brain can't tell the difference.

- That can be caused by a concussion? - It could.

With your permission, we'll take a closer look.

The scan gives us a detailed map of your brain.

Whole thing takes less than an hour.

We'll come get you once it's over.

Almost ready to begin, James.

Copy.

You're doing great, James.

Just relax. The next and longest phase of the scan

is about to begin.

Ramirez, Mitchell needs help.

It's too fucking loud!

Donny...

Donny!

We good, Doc?

Is this how you killed Boozer?

Coward's way?

Hi, you've reached Lauren Reece.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Laur, it's-it's me. It's real.

They just tried to kill me. They had my gun.

Take Lucy and get her out of the house now.

Call me when you're safe.

Come on, move!

911. What's the address of your emergency?

This is Lieutenant Commander James Reece.

You need to send patrol units

to 423 Cayman Street.

Repeat, 423 Cayman Street.

No, no, no.

I'm sorry.