All language subtitles for NCIS New Orleans S03 E21 Eng Sub

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Navy Coalition
Fight Night

here in beautiful New Orleans.

Navy versus Marines!

Oh... oh!

Yeah!

One, two, three.

That's it, it's over, it's over.

And the winner,
by a knockout,

Navy Petty Officer Johnny Rudd!

Chaplain Morgan.

Hey, hey, hey, stay down.
You're gonna be okay.

You'll be okay, all right?

Oh, my God.

Someone call 911!

Come on.
An ambulance-- 911.

Come on.
Johnny...

You're gonna be okay.
You're right...

Trust in the Word.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

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Wow. Peanut butter crackers,
jelly beans, vanilla crèmes.

It's the best we could do
from the vending machine

in the waiting room.

How you holding up, Percy?

Eh, I'm good.

I've been needing a break.

Didn't realize
all I needed to do was

be held in contempt,
and voilà...

nothing but me time.

Not ready to laugh
this one off just yet.

Still upset?

You know I'm not happy
you let Nadine Bancroft go.

She's a fugitive now, but I'm
not gonna let you rot in jail.

The judge is making a point
of keeping me here.

He's not letting me out
anytime soon.

Unless you change
your statement.

Give Nadine up.

That's all the judge wants.

Well, we all know
that's not gonna happen.

Well, it wouldn't
matter much at this point.

Judge Dorsey doesn't care
about the Bancroft case.

He was put up to this stunt
by Hamilton,

as a message to me.

Wiretapping the mayor's
phone backfired.

I've been making calls.

Every favor I pull,
Hamilton pulls two more.

But don't worry.

I'm not done fighting yet.
Excuse me.

What do you got?

The way he said
“don't worry”,

kind of makes me worry.

He's been eating himself up

about your situation

I'm responsible
for my situation.

Neither of you
should worry.

I mean, it's not like
I'm in gen pop.

Segregated holding
is nothing more

than daytime TV
and canned pasta.

Orange just might be
your color.

Christopher,
we got work.

Sonja, hang in there.

Paul, you're Chief
of Corrections.

Your opinion's got to mean
something in this mess.

No, I hear you...

I appreciate that
you're trying.

Yeah, talk soon.

He can't help?
Already tried.

Put in a word
with Justice, but..

Mayor Hamilton shut him down.
Ooh, my ears.

My ears are burning.

Were you boys just
talking about me?

What are you doing
at my crime scene?

Well, I'm a bystander.

I was just giving my statement.

Uh, I had nothing
to do

with the murder here.

You got any questions,
you can call my office.

It'll save you the hassle
of trying to wiretap me again.

By the way, how's
Agent Percy doing?

Huh? You were
in the jail tonight, right.

That's why you're late, hmm?

I tell you, Dwayne,
you look like

you really want to
take a swing at me.

Well, why don't you, then?

Go ahead, huh?

And you can join
Agent Percy in lockup.

Go ahead.
You don't want to.

Who are you?

That's, uh, my new
security consultant,

Mr. Stone.

These are dangerous times, man.
Dangerous times.

You want to come at me?
Come at me.

Don't be a coward.
My team's off-limits.

Nothing's off-limits, man.

No.

You're smart enough
to know that.

Come on, King,

now's not the time.

Mm-mm-mm.

Tell me things.

Uh, victim is
Commander Henry Morgan,

navy chaplain
out of Belle Chase.

Judging by the stab wounds
in the lower abdomen,

severe blood loss,
I'd say cause of death

was multiple organ failure.

And murder weapon was
a tactical knife.

Morgan still had it in him
when he came into the ballroom.

He was attacked off-site?

Yeah, blood trail comes in
from around the corner,

- lake side of the hangar.
- He was tough, though.

Multiple fractures
of the metacarpal bones

in both hands.

He fought back.

Chaplain was stabbed outside,

manages to make his way inside,
looking for help.

From someone specific, too.

Witnesses say that he headed for

a Petty Officer
Jonathan Rudd,

one of the fighters tonight.
You question him?

Not yet. He's upstairs.

Lasalle and I will go talk

to Petty Officer Rudd.

Seems like it was a little
tense over there

with Mayor Hamilton.
It's fine.

No, I've got eyes, Dwayne.

It was anything but fine.

Loretta...

I'm good.

Chaplain Morgan was
trying to reach you.

What'd he say
before he died?

“Trust in the Word.”

That's all.

Trust in the Word?

Anything bad,
whatever happened,

he would just look at you
sort of matter-of-fact

and tell you to
trust in the Word.

You knew him well?

He was the pastor
at Clearwater Baptist.

You're from Clearwater?

Chaplain was your pastor.

He was more than that.
He was like a father.

And not just to me.

I'm guessing he taught you
how to fight.

In the ring, with honor.

Saved my life.

I joined the navy
'cause of him.

So he was a chaplain
at the naval base,

and a pastor at
Clearwater Baptist?

Well, Clearwater was
important to him.

He felt responsible
for the community.

And it got him killed.
What do you mean?

He was supposed
to be here tonight,

in my corner,
but he didn't show.

I got a call a half
hour before the fight.

He wasn't making
a lot of sense.

Said that he needed help,

and that there was
a new threat.

We're in danger.

You and him?

Clearwater.

King...
It's Hamilton.

Mayor Hamilton's responsible
for the chaplain being killed?

“A new threat
in Clearwater.”

That's what Rudd said.
He did, but...

Hamilton removed
police services weeks ago.

Set up a slush fund
to buy up properties.

Forced people out
who wouldn't sell.

Okay, I hear you.

I know it, Christopher,
in my bones...

What would you tell me if
the roles were reversed here?

You'd say work the case.

See where it leads.

So let's go work the case.

Talk to me.

Asked us to pull
everything we got

on the Clearwater
investigation.

We don't have much.

We know Audubon Industries

has been buying up
properties there.

We know it's
a shell corporation

with a fat off-shore
bank account.

Funded with drug money
from a narcotics ring

we busted last month.

And we're pretty sure
Mayor Hamilton's

behind it all, but we don't
have any evidence.

It's there, you just
have to find it.

I'm wondering what any
of this has to do

with Chaplain Morgan's
killing.

Pride thinks it's connected.

Morgan was a community leader.

Worked to keep
Clearwater intact.

The mayor's working
to destroy it.

Morgan found a new danger
in the neighborhood.

Bit of a reach,
don't you think?

No, I don't.

Where are we
with Morgan's murder?

No witnesses.

Area where the guy
was stabbed outside

is a blind spot
for security cameras.

Perfect place
for an ambush.

Killer knew what
he was doing.

And the weapon?

A combat knife,
drop point blade.

Serrated edge.
Too common

to trace back
to a point of sale,

and no DNA or prints,
except for the victim's.

So nothing.

Well, I'm...
I mean, I found some

trace amounts of fiberglass

along the bolster
and the thumbstud.

I'm still working on
a more detailed analysis.

Well, we got to
dig deeper, people.

Get into Chaplain
Morgan's life.

Figure out any
connection to Hamilton

or Audubon...
What if there isn't one?

I've been monitoring
911 dispatch to Clearwater

since NOPD resources
were pulled.

Call just came in
outside of Clearwater Baptist.

Shots fired.

That's Morgan's church.

Chris, Gregorio, with me.

Somebody
tore this place apart.

Somebody's getting
torn apart.

Rudd!, Rudd, back off!

Rudd! Hey.

Get this guy off me.

Stand down now!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pride, he killed him.

He killed Chaplain Morgan!
You killed him!

Keep moving.
I told you to let us

investigate this case-- NCIS.

I wasn't investigating anything.

I came in and he was here.

- Who is he?
- Carlton Boone.

Gang leader.

Heads up the Public Enemies.

Public Enemies are Lower Nine.

They don't run in Clearwater.

They do now.

Ever since the cops
abandoned the neighborhood.

Public Enemies, Ward Warriors.

And what makes you so sure
Boone killed Chaplain Morgan?

Some of the parishioners said

they saw them arguing
yesterday morning.

Right in front
of the church.

That is not exactly
a smoking gun.

Look at this place.

Boone wrecked the church?

Why?

Chaplain Morgan
was the only person

standing between
the neighborhood and the gangs.

He stood up to them.

Mostly, they respected
the pulpit.

You should've
come to me with this.

I came in here to set
up for a memorial.

I see Boone standing in
the middle of the sanctuary,

like he's proud
of the mess he made.

What was I supposed to do?

You weren't supposed
to beat a suspect

within an inch of his life.

I only wish you would've
came a few moments later,

I would've finished the job.

And then what?

You'd be up on a murder charge.

Jeopardizing my case,
your navy career...

Come on, Rudd.

I've known you all of ten
minutes, you're no killer.

If you push a man far enough...

That what Chaplain Morgan
taught you?

Eye for an eye?

“Trust in the Word.” Right?

That's what he used to tell you.

Then honor him.

Get ahold of yourself.

Anger'll just tear you apart.

This community needs people
to hold them together.

Let us deal with Boone.

We know you got in an argument

with Chaplain Morgan
the morning he died.

And whatever it was,

you got so worked up

that you went
and wrecked his church.

That wasn't me.

Look, I-I went down there
to light a candle in his memory.

That place was a hurricane
when I got there.

What about the argument,
Carlton?

Morgan was a pain
in the ass, okay?

He stuck his nose
where it didn't belong.

Trying to broker peace
between the Public Enemies

and the Ward Warriors.

You weren't interested in peace.

No.

But it was important
to the pastor.

And he showed respect.

And we showed it back.

But one day,
someone stopped showing it.

Couple weeks ago,

one of my boys disappeared.

So, wait. You thinking
the Warriors broke their truce

and took one of your guys out?

Yeah.

Morgan had a different idea,

said someone else
was responsible.

Another gang.
No, not a gang.

A new player, looking to take
down the whole neighborhood.

Look, I thought the pastor
was just trying to stall me,

but now he's dead.

So maybe he was right.

You heard him: new player in
Clearwater, it's Hamilton.

All we know is that he's
probably buying up properties.

She's right.
We need more to connect Hamilton

to Morgan's death.

Sebastian processed the church.

I'll see what he came up with.

I'll come with you.

No. Follow up on
Boone's story.

See if it holds water.

It's like he's willing there
to be a connection to Hamilton.

Yeah, can't blame him.

Mayor goes after one of our own,

it's hard not
to take it personal.

He's not the only one.

What's that supposed to mean?

You and Percy are close.
She's inside,

you're out, can't be easy.

It's not easy for any of
us. Percy's our family.

I'm no more or less worried
for her than you.

All right.

This is me,
minding my own business.

Gregorio, for real,
I'm good.

All right? Percy's
in a safe place,

and we'll be getting
her out soon.

Yeah. You're right.

So, uh, mind telling
me where we're going?

Got you a new cell.

Something wrong
with the old one?

Afraid that's above
my pay grade.

Hey, what section of the
jail are you taking me to?

C-Block.

C-Block?
That's general population.

Affirmative.

Well, look,
there's a mistake, all right?

I'm a federal agent.

A cop.

There's, like, a dozen people
I personally put in there.

Listen, I don't take orders
from prisoners.

Now you're walking through that
door, voluntarily or by force.

Here's what we know.

Chaplain Morgan was afraid
of a new threat to Clearwater,

warned Rudd about it
before he was murdered.

And you think that threat
is Mayor Hamilton.

I do. But I still need proof.

Okay. All right,
you're looking right at me.

So that's,
that's a little bit of pressure.

Oh, I don't think
Dwayne is putting pressure

on anyone, he just wants to know
what evidence

you found in the church,

no matter who
that might point to.

Okay. Well, great, then.

Um, I can tell you
this for sure:

uh, the church wasn't vandalized
so much as it was tossed.

Whoever wrecked the place was
looking for something specific.

Any idea what?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
it was this.

HD camera, shotgun mic,

parabolic sound amplifier,
all top of the line,

all night vision enabled.

I found it
in the chaplain's office.

Surveillance equipment.

I don't think Morgan
was recording the choir with it.

What was he recording?
Not sure.

The data card's gone,
hard drive's busted,

I can't recover anything.

So, whoever tossed the church
probably has the data card.

Means whatever's on it
was worth killing for.

Well, we might
not be able to tell you

what was on the data card,

but we may be able to tell you
where the suspect can be found.

While performing the
chaplain's autopsy,

I found foreign substance
in his lungs.

There's traces
of microscopic fiberglass.

It matches the trace
we found on the murder weapon.

Which means Morgan
and his killer

were at another location
before the murder.

Where?

New Orleans Heritage Boat Yard

used to be one of Clearwater's
primary employers.

Lot of fiberglass was used here
before the financial crisis hit.

Heritage went bankrupt,
been shuttered ever since,

until the property
was purchased end of last year

by Audubon Industries.

So we know Chaplain Morgan
was here, his killer was.

Which means
you were right, Pride.

This murder is connected
to Mayor Hamilton.

Still don't know how.

Got fresh tire
tracks right here.

Chance our answer's inside.

All right. Stay sharp.

Federal agent.

Put the canister down slow.

And then let me see those hands.

Easy.

Let me see them!

- Pride! Pride!
- Pride!

Enough!

He's down.

BOLO's out on the SUV
the suspects fled in.

We took the windshield out,
so they can't get far.

They're dumping that vehicle
first chance they get.

Whatever they were
doing, they cleaned up.

Place is covered in
bleach, crew was thorough.

Not your typical street thugs.
The way they fight,

the way they shoot,
every tactic, they're pros.

You thinking ex-military?

Why would Hamilton bring private
contractors into Clearwater?

Well, whatever the reason,
Chaplain Morgan found out,

and they killed him before
he could tell anyone else.

How can you be sure?

The guy I fought
had a broken nose.

Courtesy of Morgan's
boxing days.

Yeah. We almost had them.

We got to be faster next time.

Speed's not the problem, King.

Fact is, I think you moved a
little too fast back there.

Trying to take the suspect down
without us.

It almost got yourself killed.

Think I was reckless?

Yeah. You could've waited
a moment for backup.

I'm tired of always being
a step behind Hamilton.

We need a win.

And we will get it.

Together.

Sebastian's
on his way.

Anything the suspects
left behind, he'll find it.

Won't have to.

I already have it.

Got the killer's blood
right here.

Ha. Match the DNA,
we got his identity.

NCIS got to the boatyard before
we could bug out. Had to engage.

So you thought
the next obvious move

was setting up a meeting with me
in broad daylight, huh?

No one followed me.
I was careful.

Nothing you've done is careful.

You killed
a navy chaplain

in front of half

of official
New Orleans.

Clean up your mess,
finish your assignment.

We're on a schedule here.

Oh, and, uh, please stop
bleeding on my leather.

I gave your guys a lot of money

because you told me
they were the best.

All evidence to the contrary.

You said you'd handle NCIS.

They're onto Audubon, which
means it's only a matter of time

before they link it to you.

Audubon will not be a problem.

It already is.
Yeah, yeah.

I-I've got that covered.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

State police just found
the suspects' stolen SUV,

ditched off the 57 in Dulac,
charred to the frame.

Last night, these guys
killed the chaplain,

took the data card
from his camera

and then cleaned up
whatever they were doing

at that boatyard.

Probably on their way
out of town.

I'll head over to Dulac now

to check on the SUV,
just in case.

You have a collect call

from an inmate at
Orleans Parish Prison.

Would you like to accept?

Yes.

Hey, jailbird?

Shouldn't you be watching
daytime TV?

I'm in trouble, Lasalle.

What's going on?

They moved me to gen pop.

What? When?

This morning.

They wouldn't let me
use the phone until just now.

It's no secret that I'm a fed.

There're people here who want
to do me some serious harm.

Yeah, and somebody
pulled some strings

to get you locked up
right there with 'em.

Yeah, I'm screwed.

We're gonna get you out
of there, Percy.

I promise.

It's got to be soon.

I'm on borrowed time.

We're gonna do
everything we can.

And I need you
to get yourself safe

until we do.

You listening?

Yeah.

Do whatever it takes
to get yourself safe, Percy.

Anything.

Get her up!

Put her in the hole. Now!
Let's go.

All right, Chris. But ju...

Let me know as soon as you
find out anything new.

You know I will.

Damn it.

Hamilton had Sonja transferred
to general population.

Is Sonja all right?

She jumped a guard.
Got herself...

put into solitary.
She's safe for now.

Okay. Then please sit back down.

I'm not done taking samples.

I need to go.
Break Sonja out?

I'm going to City Hall.

Ah, to give Hamilton
a piece of your mind.

How did that that work
out for you in the past?

Dwayne, you want to help Sonja?

If you want to stop Hamilton,
then let's identify

Chaplain Morgan's killer.

Please sit down.

Lasalle and Gregorio
think I'm being reckless.

I'm guessing you agree?

You carry the weight of the city
on your shoulders.

It's not uncommon to stumble
from time to time.

Hamilton's threatening
the safety of my team.

'Cause we're getting close
to him.

But I swear, I...

I've got everything
under con...

Control. Dwayne.

This situation
hasn't been under control

for a long time.

Sonja isn't the first casualty.

Rita just barely survived
being run off the road.

This isn't about Rita.

It's about you losing sight
of who you are.

What you do.

How can you take care
of your team--

or yourself--

if you're blinded by rage?

Is that more news of Sonja?

No. It's about the case.

I need to go, if...

Yes. Go.

From the moment

I left the base this afternoon,

these guys were on my six.

Gray van.

Tinted windows.
They were following you?

More than that.

I get to Clearwater,
they get aggressive.

Cut me off.

They tried to ambush me.
I got out of the car and ran.

Did you see
what they looked like?

Military fit.

And fast.

Slipped into an old cargo depot
by the river.

Just barely lost 'em

in the maze of containers.

Came here.
Did the right thing.

Morgan caught those
guys on camera

doing something wrong
and they killed him.

They stole
the camera's data card.

Why come after me
if they have what they want?

Because
I'm pretty sure that they don't.

I just did some digital surgery
on Morgan's busted camera.

I learned that the data card was
ejected an hour before he died.

Means it's possible
his killers still don't have it.

And they think I do.

They must, if they're willing

to go after you
in broad daylight,

knowing we're on their tails.

Well, it only confirms
that whatever's on the card

is highly sensitive.

I have no idea
where this card is.

Hate to crash your party,

but Triple P is about to serve
you up a sizzling hot lead.

Gregorio, stick
with Petty Officer Rudd here.

See if you two can't figure out
where that data card might be.

What do you got, P?

Sebastian was running
some of the blood samples

we got off of your knuckles.

And none of the national
DNA databases had a match.

Which is when he tagged me in.

I may have access

to some restricted
international databases.

That's our guy.

- He's the chaplain's killer.
- Ansel Warshak.

Former Israeli Special Forces
and former Mossad.

And now he's
a freelance operative.

Any idea who's paying him?

Oh, this is the best part.

Audubon Industries.

Okay.

So Warshak had two associates.

We need their names
and their locations.

Can you do that?

Oh, ask and you shall receive.

Patton Plame.

I'm going to need you

to take your hands
off that keyboard.

What's going on, Karen?

We have reason to believe

that your computer specialist

has been involved in committing
federal cybercrime.

Mr. Plame,

surrender your tablet

or I will place
you under arrest.

Hey, yo,
easy with my hardware, man.

This is some
expensive equipment.

Mr. Plame,
go into the other room.

Don't interfere
with our investigation.

Just comply with her, Patton.

All right? I'll sort this out.

Don't give me
“the look,” Dwayne.

I'm just doing my job here.

We have hard evidence to suggest
that Mr. Plame was involved

in an online horse
racing scam last year.

And that evidence pertains

to an undercover sting operation

that my team executed

to take down Javier Garcia.

Official NCIS business.

Official NCIS business
leaves a paper trail, Dwayne.

Tag the servers.
Take them, too.

How'd you find out?

Excuse me?

You're right.

There is no paper trail
on our sting operation.

The target is dead.

So how'd you find out?

Confidential informant.

We both know it's Hamilton.

He helped with the sting.

He's just using you

to try and...
and chip away at me,

and you're letting him.

This isn't personal.

The hell it isn't.

Mr. Plame,

my agent is gonna escort you
off the premises.

You are to refrain
from all contact

with NCIS and any other
federal agencies.

Furthermore, you're forbidden

to use any Web-connected
digital device

until our investigation

is complete.

Do you understand?
How's it feel

to be the mayor's
damn errand girl?

You did not just say that.

First you put Sonja behind bars.
Now Patton?

Percy put herself behind bars.
I don't have a choice, Dwayne...

Yes, you do.

You're just making
the wrong one.

I'm the Assistant U.S. Attorney.

I have a boss to answer to.

Don't want to arrest you
for obstruction,

but I will if I have to.

Pride...

It's cool, man.

I'm going.
You got a case to solve.

Hey.

I'll make this right.

Just keep to the terms.

No computers
till I get this figured.

Whatever you say, man.

I have a very unusual
heat in my stomach.

I-It's not, uh, food poisoning.

It's not gas.

It's... it's harder, you know?

You want to break
somebody's face.

I really do, yeah.

We can't let Hamilton

keep getting away
with this crap.

We won't, Christopher.

You ready to go to war
with the mayor,

we got your back.

I know you do.

But we...

We'll need our wits
to get this done.

Look, I spent a lot of time
telling Petty Officer Rudd

not to waste his energy
on anger.

It's time I took my own advice.

There's got to be a reason
Hamilton's coming at us

so strong.

'Cause we're close
to taking him down.

The data card.

Yes.
Right now,

only way to turn
this thing around

is to work the case.

Get the data card,
find those suspects.

They lead us to Hamilton.

Where's Rudd?

Up in the conference room.
Okay.

You and Sebastian, try to pick
up where Patton left off,

get IDs
on the other suspects.

Christopher, with me.

Last night,
around the time Morgan

ejected the data card
from the camera,

he called you
on your cell.

It was right
before the fight.

Called and said that
he was running late,

but that he
wanted to talk.

And he never mentioned
the camera or the data card?

Not a word.
You remember

anything else
about the call?

Nothing I haven't
told you already.

Look, I called him back. I asked
him why he was gonna be late.

He said he was stuck
at the church.

At Clearwater Baptist?

He called from
the sanctuary.

Which was... weird.

Because Chaplain Morgan
never allowed phones

in the sanctuary.

There's a chance that's where
he hid the data card.

Suspects turned the place
upside down.

We ran through it
with a fine-tooth comb.

Worth another look.

Let's go sweep
the church again. Come on.

What do you think you're doing?

Pride called you, right?

Told you about
my little suspension.

No computer, no Internet,

no security clearance.

You're making it
sound so dramatic.

Go home, Doc. You
didn't see anything.

Do you have any idea what
you're getting yourself into?

I'm in the middle tracking
the killers on the Morgan case.

I can't leave it half done.

Let Sebastian finish.

I love Sebastian
like a tall, wiry,

annoying younger brother,
but he can't do what I do.

Patton, the stakes
are high here.

We catch the killer, Pride has
a chance to bring down Hamilton.

You touch that computer,
the FBI won't care.

Is this worth
risking your career over?

For Pride? Of course.

The man stood by me
when no one else would.

He didn't care
about how it looked.

Or his career.

He just helped me.

So, please, Doc,

with all
the respect I have,

let me do my damn job.

Damn it.

Aah!

You all right, Chris?

Aw, just my hand.

No, I mean,
you all right?

I'm frustrated.

Seems like searching this
place is a waste of time.

Especially with Sonja
still in danger.

I know you did everything
you could for her, King.

It's been rough--

staying focused.
In control.

But we can't let Hamilton
distract us.

We got to have faith
we're gonna get Sonja out.

Bring Patton back.

Trust in the Word, right?

That's right.

Rudd.

“Trust in the Word.”

That's what Morgan said
before he died.

Yeah, he said it all the time.

But he was trying
to get to you, specifically,

in that ballroom.

What are you thinking, Pride?

The Bible.

If he, uh...
if he left anything

in those pages, they would
have found it already.

Yeah, you're right.

And the truth will be revealed.

Yeah. We need to get this back
to the squad room. Let's go.

Hello?

Got to resist the urge
to hang up.

This is too important.
Patton?!

FBI gets word of this, we lose
any shot at getting you back.

That is the least of your
concerns if you don't listen.

I was able to hack
Ansel Warshak's cell phone,

download his correspondence.

You ID'd their
associates?

I did, but listen,
I'm tracking his GPS,

pinged his location.
Okay, where are they?

At your doorstep.
They're closing in

on the church, Dwayne.

Get down!

Hang up and call NOPD, Loretta.

We need backup, fast.

How did they
find us?

Must've picked up your
trail after you lost 'em,

tracked us here.

They're looking
for this data card.

We can't let
'em have it.

Ain't gonna last long

against night vision goggles
and submachine guns.

Yeah, by the time backup gets
here they'll find us dead.

Any bright ideas?

Church got a
storm generator?

Yeah, in the rear storage room.
All right.

Stay low and get to it.
When you hear my signal,

throw the switch.
What's the signal?

Haven't figured
that out yet.

You'll know it
when you hear it.

Okay.

Gonna need a
distraction.

You got it.

You sure you know
what you're doing here?

Making it up as I go along.

Hands in the air!

Aah!

Christopher, all clear?

All clear.

You did good, Rudd.

You did good.

This is apparently what cost
Chaplain Morgan his life.

That's the Heritage
Boat Yard.

Footage is time-stamped
the night of Morgan's murder.

It's Thursday night.
I've been tracking this crew.

I followed them here
hoping to figure out

what they're doing
in Clearwater.

I'm trying to hear
what they're talking about.

I'm gonna get closer.

Gentlemen, you're here
because...

You recognize
any of them?

Hard to say.
Doesn't look like

the suspects
we took out at the church.

The target arrives
in New Orleans

in approximately 48 hours
under heavy security detail.

Memorize your entry
and exit points...

Sounds like they're
talking about some kind of hit.

...know your contingencies.

We can afford zero exposure.

Understood?

What was that?

Rewind that.

What was that?

Freeze it.

You know him.

Yeah, we do.

Mr. Stone,

Hamilton's guy.

Mayor's targeted our team.

Maybe it's time
we come after his.

Romans 14:7
teaches...

“For none of us lives

“to himself,

and none of us
dies to himself.”

“For if we live,

“we live to the Lord.

“And if we die,

we die to the Lord.”

See, Pastor Morgan--

he served the Lord.

And he served this town.

♪ This train... ♪

There is good
in Clearwater.

There is right
in Clearwater.

Pastor Morgan--
he never surrendered our home.

And we won't either.

We stand united

and determined...

as a community.

And we will never surrender.

♪ This train ♪

♪ Is bound for glory,
this train ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train is
bound for glory ♪

♪ Everybody riding
must be holy ♪

♪ This train is
bound for glory ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train
don't take no liars ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train don't take
no liars, this train ♪

♪ This train
don't take no liars... ♪

It was a beautiful
ceremony, huh, Dwayne?

Ah, it's a damn shame
what happened

to Chaplain Morgan, huh?

It wasn't a wasted life.
I can promise you that.

♪ This train is
bound for glory ♪

Okay, Dwayne. Okay.

♪ This train
is bound for glory ♪

♪ All you got to be
is just be holy ♪

♪ This train is
bound for glory ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train
don't carry no liars ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train
don't carry no liars ♪

♪ This train ♪

♪ This train
don't carry no liars ♪

♪ No hypocrites
and no high flyers... ♪

We're all set here, King.

Just give us the word
and we'll move in,

take this Mr. Stone down.

Stand down.

We're not arresting Stone.

We're gonna follow him.

You sure about that, Pride?

We got a hit team
out there somewhere.

No idea of the target.

We want answers,

we're gonna use Stone
to lead us to 'em.

Take down Hamilton
once and for all.

♪ Bound for glory,
this train... ♪

That's a dangerous game
we're playing.

It's our only choice,
Christopher.

Let's go.

♪ This train is bound for glory,
this train. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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