All language subtitles for NCIS, New Orleans - S03E12 - Hell on the High Water [2017-01-24]

(horn blows)

(reel clicking)

(reel spinning rapidly)
WOMAN:
Hey! I got something!

Reel it in.

MAN: Man, feels like
a 200-pound marlin.

What did we catch?

Whatever it is,
it's big.

(screams)

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* Bang, bang, bang, bang

* Boom, boom, boom, boom

* How, how, how, how

* Hey, hey

* You gotta come on.

Good morning,
fellow NCIS agents.

Uh-huh.
LASALLE: Good morning.

(kicks desk)

(chair rattling)

(opens drawers)

Geez.

What are you doing?

Not my first rodeo.

Day one on the job,
newbie always gets hazed.

Broken chair,
rats in the desk

Laxatives in the creamer.

What kind of sociopaths
did you work with at FBI?

Girl, after everything that
went down with the cartel,

we got paperwork for days.

Nobody got time for hazing.

Congrats getting
through FLETC, though.

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

Gregorio!
(cannons popping)

(laughter)

SONJA:
Yeah.

You should have seen
your face.

Yeah, we got you so good.

NCIS Special Agent Gregorio,

we'd like to officially
welcome you to our team,

to the city, with
a special slice

of New Orleans pecan pie.

I appreciate it.

And for future reference,
I hate surprises.

So you hate fun.

Surprises aren't fun.

And I'm not much
of an agent

if I can't sniff out
a surprise.

Well, we got one
more for you.

We know how badly you've
wanted to wear one of these,

so we got you...
Please, don't say...

...a hat.
...a hat.

Official NCIS team hat.
SONJA: Whoo-hoo.

Do I have to?
Yes.

Put it on right now.

Let me see. Yeah.
LASALLE: Oh, that's nice.

PRIDE:
Oh, look at the happiness

pouring out of the hat.

(laughter)
(phone beeps)

I think I made a mistake.

Time for work.

The body of Lieutenant
Jay Nielsen was just

fished out of the Gulf.

Landing on Loretta's
table as we speak.

Sonja, you're with me
at the morgue.

Lasalle and Gregorio,

dig into Lieutenant Nielsen's
recent whereabouts.

Find out how he ended up
in the drink.

Oh, you, a little agent.

All right, so I'll contact

his commanding officer,
next of kin.

You take his financials
and phone records.

What?

Do I have something
in my teeth?

What are you looking at?
No.

I'm ranking agent
when Pride's not around,

so I kind of call the shots.

Oh, stop.
Are you for real?

I know you were
a big deal in the FBI,

but you're the newbie here,
so gotta follow team rules.

Ah. So, uh, I jump
on the paper trail?

Yeah, and I'll make
the phone calls.
Okay.

That hat looks good,
by the way.

What have we got here, Loretta?

Something out of
a Salvador Dali painting,

it would seem.

Wow! Shoot.

Um, guessing a fish
didn't do that?

Most definitely not.

Lieutenant Nielsen died
of thermal shock.

His heart, lungs, bones
literally melted

by some intense,
concentrated heat.

Ugh. Well, uh...

Nielsen was stationed
in the Philippines

for six months,
got back two days ago.

This is a rough
homecoming.

Mm, very rough,
and judging by

the bruising on his face

and defensive wounds
on his hands,

our lieutenant was
in the fight of his life.

Presumably with the person
who burned in his chest?

(phone chimes)
Hey, uh,

Tammy and Lasalle got

Nielsen's last-known
whereabouts.

Orleans Marina.
They're headed there now.

Have 'em pick you up
on their way.

Go. Learn things.

Any idea what caused
the damage?
No.

And the chances of finding
out aren't favorable.

With Sebastian getting
his NCIS shield,

I get a revolving door
of temps.

Ah.
Drop it like it's hot.

I tested the flesh sample
you sent in, Doc Wade.

Dude was torched.

The dude has a name--
Lieutenant Nielsen.

Right, Lieutenant Nielsen.

Oh, man, that is gnarly.

WADE:
Agent Pride,

meet our lab technician,
Claire Belcher.

She's just graduated from
New Orleans Technical College.

This is her first job.

I have never seen
anything like that before.

Glad to meet you,
Ms. Belcher.

You were saying Lieutenant
Nielsen was torched.

Any idea by what?

I mean... wow.

Like, he got melted.

Yes. And we were
wondering what did it.

I think, you know...

(gagging)

(gagging loudly)

I miss Sebastian.

I see why.
Mm-hmm.

Uh, I'll reach out
to FLETC,

get Sebastian
the autopsy report.

See if he can help us
narrow in on the murder weapon.

When you talk to him,
have him call me.

He's got me worried.

Push-ups and obstacle courses
aren't really his forte.

I will, but I'm sure he's
doing just fine, Loretta.

Come on, Lund,
move, move, move!

Let's go!

I just... You know
"fight or flight"?

Well, there's a third stress
response-- it's called "freeze."

And it's what I happen
to be experiencing right now.

Shut up and ring the bell!

I just... I don't see
the practical application

of this exercise, sir.

I mean, in what
real-world scenario

would I ever have
to scale a rope, you know?

Like, if I'm on a pirate ship?

Wait, what-what are you doing?

There's no room at the inn!

Two's a crowd,
you know what I mean?

Oh, God.

What are you doing?
What... Uh.

(grunts)

Wait...

Wait, wait, wait.
Put that back.

Ring the bell!

(grunting)

(bell clanging)

(scattered cheers and applause)

Okay. Okay, I did it.

I did it, now
put the pad back, please.

(grunting)

I did it.

You would have broken
your ankle if you hadn't.

Fear only gets you
so far, Lund.

You want to make agent,
you better find another way

to motivate your butt
up that rope.

(sighs)

LASALLE:
Lieutenant Nielsen's wife said
he came home early from tour

to take her on an anniversary
cruise on their boat.

Lives in Shreveport,
drove down yesterday to prep.

Next thing she knows,
CACO's at her door.

She's left with
a broken heart

while her husband
was literally melted away.

Ladies first.
Oh, no.

You're senior ranking agent.
By all means.

Well, that's true.
But I'm also a gentleman,

so after you.

Oh, no, I...
Look, ladies,

you're both pretty--
let's go.

LASALLE:
No bird poop, no salt deposits.

No barnacle buildup.

Considering this boat's been
sitting here for six months,

it's in dang good shape.

SONJA:
Too good. Check it.

You see these black spots under
this fresh coat of paint?
Mm-hmm.

It's protein smoke damage.

Used to see it in arson
cases with ATF.

When the body catches fire,
the fats and oils

turn into smoke
and coat everything.

So this soot could be
leftover residue

from our lieutenant's
burning chest?

And it looks like
whoever torched him

tried to paint over
the evidence

and clean up the boat.

Think we might have just
found our crime scene.

I got something
y'all need to see.

Mrs. Nielsen said the lieutenant
was the only one

who had access to the boat,

but I think she was wrong.

Look at this.

According to the hour meter,

there's five trips,
12 hours each,

over the last six months

while the lieutenant
was stationed overseas.

Someone else
was using the boat.

The same someone
who killed him?

The lieutenant stumbles
on the suspect,

who proceeds to blowtorch him,
dump him in the Gulf.

Now, that's cold-blooded.

Well, whatever the perp was
using the boat for,

he thought it was worth
killing over.

I'm pulling up
the GPS trip history,

replaying the last one.

What was the boat doing
out at an oil rig?

I don't know.

But seeing as our boat thief

was willing to murder
to cover his tracks,

it can't be good.

LASALLE: Apolis oil rig 5.
200 miles off the coast.

Pumps 2,500 barrels
of crude a day.

What has it got to do with the
murder of a Navy lieutenant?

Well, no idea,
but Lieutenant Nielsen's killer

took his stolen boat out
to that rig five times

while he was stationed overseas.

Long distance fuel bladders,
super charged engine.

It's the perfect vessel
for the journey.

Not so perfect once Nielsen
surprised the suspect,

got lit up for his trouble
and dumped in the Gulf.

A torch-wielding killer,

a stolen boat
and an offshore oil rig.

(phone rings)
What's the connection?

Hey. Uh, sorry it took me
a little bit to call you back.

I've been... otherwise engaged.

I bet. Training going okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Couldn't be better.

Uh, you know.
Making life-long friends.

Achieving personal bests.
The usual.

You find time to look at
the autopsy report we sent?

Yeah, yeah. I did,
and I-I think I know

what killed Lieutenant Nielsen.

Everything okay, Sebastian?

Oh, sure. Yeah. All good.

So why are you so whispery?

I just... I'm not
technically allowed

to be on my phone right now,
but, um... it's...

it's totally cool. So listen.

I, uh, based
on the chemical residue

on the victim's body, I think

that your murder weapon
was a deep-sea,

oxy-fueled welding torch.

Now, you need certification
from the American Welders Union

to own and... and operate one.

PRIDE:
We check their database,

might be able to compile a list

of suspects.
Good work, Sebastian.

Okay. Thanks. I got to go.

GREGORIO: Sure it's
going okay, Sebastian?

No. What? Oh, yeah, yeah.

No. It's great.
Uh, everything's awesome.

To be honest,
I'm having a great time,

and it couldn't be better, so...

Damn it, Lund!
I said no cell phones!

Oh. Okay, all right.

He seems friendly.

No. That's Special
Agent Perkins.

I saw him make a former Marine
cry on my first day at FLETC.

Luckily, I only had to
do the weekend course,

and I barely made it
through that one.

So, Sebastian's toast.

Well, what he lacks in strength,
he makes up for in spirit.

I'll bet you anything
he makes it through.

PRIDE:
Save the bets for later.

Chris, Gregorio, get
to Apolis HQ. See if they got

any idea what that boat
was doing out by their rig.

I got an old friend
at the Welders Union,

should be able to get us access
to their database.

*

Can't help you.
Haven't heard one word

about a boat near rig 5.

It crossed your safety
perimeter multiple times.

Don't you have security in place

to monitor vessels
from doing that?

You interested
in how I run my company

or whether I saw this boat?

It's all right, Mom.
I'll explain.

When the indexes fell
and the oil market bottomed out,

we were forced to make
some hard fiscal decisions.

We had to cut security,
plain and simple.

$100,000 for an MBA
and he's speaking gibberish.

You got 24 men out there
in international waters

and no one looking
out for them?

We're not BP.
we're a family business.

And with prices falling at the
pumps, we either had to start

cutting shifts
or cut security personnel.

WOMAN:
Damn it.

These perimeter breaches,

they correspond with
leaks to our pipeline.

Leaks?
Six months back,

puncture-leaks start
popping up around rig 5.

Had to shut down oil production
till we welded them up.

Lieutenant Nielsen was killed
by a deep-sea welding torch.

Maybe it was intended
for something else.

Like making holes
in the pipeline.

Any idea who would want
to do something like this?

Just about every one
of our competitors.

Yes, except our engineers
determined those leaks

to be normal wear
and tear to our pipeline.

Don't be so naive, Elliot.
We're all hurting here.

Every time
we shut down a rig,

oil prices spike
across the seaboard.

Corporate sabotage.
I feel like I'm back in D.C.

This may not be Washington,
but oil's a cutthroat business.

What do you need
to get to the bottom of this?

Help us I.D. the killer
on that boat.

Anybody saw something, it'd be

one of those men
out on that rig.

Then we'll need
to get on that rig.

Well, I got a helo

taking a shift out in an hour.
(exhales)

One seat left if you want it.

I'll take it.
I'll take it.

Rock-paper-scissors?

(quietly): All right.
Ah, it's a waste of time.

We're not getting
on that seat anyway.

Well, who is?

(helicopter blades whirring,
indistinct radio transmission)

*

First time out, huh?

You know where I can
find the rig manager?

Keep up. I'll show you.

(inhales)
Oh, yeah. Smell that?

Petrol, B.O.

and the sweet ocean breeze.

Embrace it.
No place like it on Earth.

How long you
been roughnecking?

Two years.

This is my last hitch, though.

Time for the next part
of my journey, a new frontier.

Here. Check this out.

"Your Heart's Desire Charters."

I've trekked the Andes,

navigated transatlantic
cargo ships,

got my degree, and now...
my pilot's license.

Plus the sweetest little
twin engine Cessna

you've ever laid eyes on.

Very impressive.
Mm.

Can I give you a piece
of unsolicited advice?

While you're here,
set your eyes on the work,

not the view. Rig's
a dangerous place.

And it's remote. By the time
the medevac gets here,

it's always too late.

I'll keep that in mind.

There's your man.

And remember,

eyes on the rig.

You must be Agent Pride.

I'm Hauser.
Glad to have you aboard.

Thank you.

Corporate told me to give you

access to whatever you need,

so, you say jump,
I'll say how high.

I appreciate it.

I need to speak to your crew.

See if any of them remember
a boat that's been out here.

Most recently, a
couple nights back?

Oh, we get a lot
of boats out here.

You... You want to
be more specific?

The 45 foot Super Sport.

Someone was using it illegally.

Oh. She's a beauty.
I'm guessin' there's more

to the story
than just some joyridin'

to bring NCIS out here.

Navy lieutenant
was murdered on it.

Okay. Well, let's, uh... let's
talk to the floor hands first.

*

Of course Pride spent summers
working on his uncle's oil rig.

What hasn't the guy done?

Certifiable Renaissance man.
That's why he's the boss.

But this is why I'm the man.

Found you a suspect
in the lieutenant's murder.

SONJA:
Pride's connection paid off.

We got us access
to the Welders Union database.

We've been combing through it,
cross-referencing

with Lieutenant Nielsen's
personal life.

Darren Meade. Card-carrying
member of the union,

Lieutenant Nielsen's
brother-in-law.

Would have known
Nielsen was on tour,

and known his boat
was available.

And according to union records,

he refilled
an oxygenized torch-tank

the morning of Nielsen's murder.

Where's Darren Meade now?

PATTON:
Well, that's the kicker.

Darren works the rigs
for a living.

He just cycled
into a ten-day shift.

Guess where.
GREGORIO:
Apolis oil rig 5.

Pride's on the rig with
the killer, and doesn't know it?

200 miles off the coast. He
ain't got cell reception either.

I'll call the rig's sat line.

We got to warn him.

PRIDE: You sure you didn't
see a Super Sport?

No, sir.

Can't say I seen it.

When did you say
it was here?

Around 11:00 p.m.
Couple nights back.

Manager said you
were working the swing shift.

From this vantage point,
you would've had a clear view.

Yeah.

I would've.

But I didn't see nothing.

Nasty bruise you got
on your neck. What happened?

(chuckles) Ran into a water pipe
below deck.

Pipe happened to be hand shaped?

Got all kinds of pipes
on Apolis.

According to personnel records,

you're the only welder
on this rig

authorized to use that torch.

I guess that's true.

What's it to you?

Well, your boss says you've been
working repairs

the last two weeks.

Assuming that if I check
the shift logs

two nights back, I'd find you.

Why would you do that?

'Cause you've been lying to me.

(panting)

(alarm blaring)
HAUSER: This is just a drill.

All crew members report
to the mess hall.

I repeat, all crew to the mess
hall for a safety check.

DARREN:
You stashing away the crew

till we figure out
how to play this?

There's only one
way to play this.

Take care of this guy
before he gets

to one of those lifeboats,
or gets word off this rig.

It should be easier
now that I got his gun.

Yeah. It'd be easier
if you'd played it cool

instead of going all pyro.

We can't even find him.

No choice. He was onto us.

So what?
We're killin' a cop now?

(alarm continues blaring)

HAUSER:
I get no pleasure from it,

but we do what we have to
to take care of our own. Right?

Bodies are starting to stack up.
Hey, we got into this

to make some money,

provide for our families.

I'm not about to go to prison
for it. Are you?

Put a bullet in him,
toss him over.

(alarm continues blaring)

The downwellings out here
will take his body

right to the ocean floor.

Nobody will ever see it again.

Just be another rig accident.

Guy panicked during
a safety drill, fell overboard.

What makes you think
they'll buy that?

'Cause I got
two witnesses

to back up my story.

(groaning softly)

(alarm continues blaring)

I take it no luck?

Apolis HQ lost all
communications to the rig.

They're scrambling to figure out
what's going on.

You do any better
with the Coast Guard?

Redirecting their nearest
cutter-- it'll be three,

four hours before the boat
reaches that rig.

So we got no way
of warning Pride

he's out there
with a killer.

Killers, plural.
Dumped Darren's phone records

from the night of the murder.

He was in touch with
two Apolis employees--

Jackson Hauser
and Lyle Peterson.

Yeah, I checked their texts--
it appears that two of them

was on the lieutenant's boat
the night he got torched.

So Pride's not with one
killer, he's with three?

And a trained one at that.

Hauser's ex-infantry,
fought in Afghanistan.

These guys put holes
in that pipeline.

There's a good chance
they'll want to take Pride out

before he blows the whistle.
And we don't have time to wait

for the Coast Guard cutter
to get there.

Let's call them back,

see if they'll
chopper us out.
All right.

Patton, Sonja, keep trying

to reestablish connection
with the rig.

Call Sebastian if you have to.

Do whatever it takes.
On it.

Gregorio, you're with me.

Not a bad Pride
impression, Lasalle.

I still prefer
the real thing, though.

Trust me, so do I.
Let's go get him.

Oh, just another day
in paradise.

Hey, if you're looking
for the mess hall, my man,

this ain't it.
I'm a federal agent.

There are men on this rig
who are trying to kill me.

I need to get a line out.

The whole system's offline.

Sensors, radio, satcom,
all of it.

Is there any other way
to get a message off this thing?

There's a distress beacon
in the rig cellar--

you can send an SOS
using Morse code.

(gunshots)
(screams)

(grunts)

That dude did not
just shoot at us!

You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

(banging)

All right, we got to get
out of here. Come on.

Before they bust in...
This is not what I meant

when I said I wanted
to go out with a bang

on my last tour.

(banging continues)

(Bonnie coughing)

(continues coughing)

Hey.

Here you go, drink that.

Slow.
(continues coughing)

(Bonnie panting)

You want to tell me why those
grease monkeys want you dead?
They killed

a Navy sailor, and I'm not
gonna let them get away with it.

If you're gonna take out
those fools, I'm with you.

PRIDE: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you gonna
do with that?
Where I grew up,

if someone takes a swing at you,
you swing back.

Okay, all right, that's
an honorable code, but...

a wrench won't do any
good against a SIG Sauer

with 11 rounds left
in the magazine.

Well, what do you propose, then?

You take me
to those signal beacons.

I'll get word to my team,
get backup.

We'll take these guys down.

Hey, I'm not looking
to get deputized here.

And I'm not much for "we," okay?

So you do you and I'll do me.

Maybe find another one
of those flare guns.

Bonnie. Bonnie, right?

Yeah.
Okay, listen,
I need you

to do what
I tell you to do.

There are 20 innocent people
up in that commissary.

We get into a shoot out,
someone hits a fuel tank,

their deaths are gonna be on us.

We got to do our part,

and running
into a hail of bullets isn't it.

So are you gonna show me
where those beacons are,

or do I have
to find them myself?

You better have
one hell of a cavalry.

Three of the best agents
in the country.

Three?

As in three people?

For now. Couple weeks
I'll have a fourth--

he's got to get
through training.

Oh, God.
Come on, let's go.

All right.

(phone buzzing)

Sebastian!

Oh. Sorry, guys.

(buzzing stops)

(phone buzzing)
(groans)

SEBASTIAN:
Ow, ow, cut it out,
cut it out, ow, ow.

I said no more
cell phones, Lund.

You got yourself killed,
and your team, too!

I can explain.
No, you can't,
because you are dead.

Dead men do not talk.
Yeah, but the point is

my team keeps calling me,
and I-I can't...

I don't care if the president
of the United States
is calling you.

I catch you on that
phone again, you're done.

Got it?!

Put it away!

Get in there and start over.

Go!

Which way?

Aw, man.
What?

The hits keep comin'.

Too much drill fluid's
being pumped in.

It's overstressing the well.
How bad are we talking?

Like "Four Horsemen of
the Apocalypse" bad.

We got to get out
of here right now.
Whoa, whoa,

Bonnie, no, no, we...
we still have to get
to the signal beacons,

warn my team, warn everybody.
Okay, fine,

but we got to hurry up.

These gauges are telling me

this rig's gonna blow.

This way.

This rig is basically
one giant Wi-Fi receiver.

There's no good reason
why I can't connect.

Hate to admit it,

but I can use an
assist from Sebastian.

Well, I've called him,
like, ten times.

I even left word
with the training officer.

Still nothing.

(beeping)
(Sonja sighs)

What the...
what is that?

(beeping continues)

It's coming from the rig.

Someone's broadcasting
Morse code off that rig.

I think we know who.

Pride for the win.
Hand me a pen.

Where'd you learn that, ATF?

No. Girl Scouts.
Really?

Senior level.

Well, let's hear it,
troop leader.

Rig is going to... blow.

Stay...

away.

God, I hope
my Morse code is rusty.

One way to check.
NASA open source,

EO-1 thermal satellite.

Okay, I just aimed it
at the rig.

Oh, no, your Morse code
ain't rusty.

That red storm cloud
is all hydrocarbon gas.

Meaning...?

Meaning if we don't act fast,

we're looking Deepwater Horizon
all over again.

How long do we have?

(exhales softly)

Not long.

Pride's out there on that
ticking time bomb of a rig

with three killers, and
you turn the car around?

Give me the keys-- I'm
getting on that chopper.

You're not going anywhere.
Fine, I'll take
my own damn car.

You're not the boss, Lasalle.
No, I'm not. Pride is.

And whether he's right here
or 200 miles off the coast,
we do what he says.

(loud whistle)
I don't...

Now, we all

want Pride back at his desk...

but we cannot do that
by arguing.

PATTON:
Gregorio,

Lasalle is right.
With the amount

of HC gas around this rig,
by the time you get there,

it'll be too late.
Well, I'm not
just gonna

sit around and watch it blow.

SONJA: Pride is
counting on us

to find a way to save him

and the people on that rig.

So let's get to work.

All right.
Where do we start?

(computer beeping)
PATTON: I got it.

Follow me. I'll show you.

Kept my system scanning

for radio signals
to and from the rig.

Someone is remotely signaling
the rig's fluid pumps,

filling the well with mud,
messing up the hole pressure.

Explains why it's
about to blow.

Well, our three killers
are on the rig-- you saying
they have an accomplice?

Someone willing to
sacrifice their lives
to cover their tracks.

Can we kill the signal?

Got to find out
where it's coming from.

Any idea on the accomplice?
Well, it could be
ecoterrorists.

They've targeted
the Gulf rigs before.

No, the three suspects
are lifelong roughnecks--

not exactly tree huggers.

Hey, maybe one
of Apolis's competitors.

Maybe, but I got a feeling
this hits closer to home.

There's only two ways
that rig's remotely operated--

either by a hacker,
or someone who has access

to the control center
at Apolis.
Wait.

Why would Apolis want
to blow up their own rig?

Same reason
their competitors would.

Patton, can you pull
Apolis's revenue streams

over the last six months
on the go?

We're going to Apolis HQ.

Do you even have to ask?

(computer beeping)

Your move, Gregorio.

All right.

Close down 15.

And the mud-gas
separator.

No, it's not working.

Someone must be
remotely overriding the pumps.

We can't stop them.

Got to keep trying.

If we stick around here,
we're dead. Come on!

We got to get everyone
off this rig.

Right behind you.

Okay. Lifeboats
are through here.

You prep the boats--
I'll bring the crew to you.
Okay.

(gun and nail guns firing)
(Bonnie cries out)

(grunts)

Come on.

Johnny, you got to
move this crane.

Benny's got a
tug coming in.

Hey, you can't just
come onto my property

anytime you want.
Got a warrant that says we can.

Your whole facility
is under our control.

We checked your revenue streams.

When you shut down rig 5,
your competitors benefitted,

but guess whose earnings
went up the most?

You paid your own men to put
holes in your own pipeline,

choke out the oil,
raise the prices of gas.

And got an innocent sailor
killed in the process.
I don't have to listen

to a word of this.
I'm calling my lawyers.

Oh, no, you're not. Someone
in your office is controlling

the pressure
systems of the rig.

And we're
finding out who.

You don't have
a shred of evidence.

We got three roughnecks on that
rig that are ready to bury you.

Which is why you're
trying to blow it up.

GREGORIO: If you want to
avoid a lifetime in prison,

you need to tell us
how to stop this from happening.

All I've ever done
is try to grow my business,

look out for my people.

I'd give up everything
to save those men out there.

I'm not responsible
for this catastrophe.

Okay. If not you,
then who, a technician?

They'd have to know
the passcodes

to override the system.

Only one person...

God help me.

My son.

He's our CTO,
designed the system himself.

He's the only one.

Where is he now?

Didn't feel well.
Said he had the flu, went home.

More like the airport.
I'll put a BOLO out.

I gave him
everything.

You have to help me stop this.

Good news and bad-- Patton
reestablished comms with the rig

and shut off the mud
being pumped into the well.

And the bad?

This thing is past the point
of no return,

and whoever was messing with it

disabled
the blowout preventer, too.

Evacuation countdown's
already begun.

We got 15 minutes
before it goes up.

Any way to save it?

Yeah. A miracle.

Or a mechanical genius
with an IQ of 160.

Have Patton send me
the rig blueprints
and get me patched in out there.

I'm gonna be on a computer
in two shakes.
Damn it, Lund!

You just can't
help yourself, can you?

It's an emergency!
I don't care!

You want a badge,
you belong to me.

No emergencies,
no exceptions.

And no way you're going
to those computers. You got it?

No, I don't get it. Because
if it's a choice between my team

or my badge, then I'm gonna
choose my team every time.

And right now, they need me.

HAUSER:
You got no more moves,

Agent Pride!

Come on out!

We'll conversate.

It's a deal. Soon as you drop

your weapons
and surrender.

I'm not the one
who has to surrender.

And I've got
you cornered.

No way out.

He's right. We're screwed.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

You're not claustrophobic,
are you?

What?

This is a
really bad idea.

I don't even know where
the ventilation system leads to.

Out of here. That's for sure.

Listen, you follow this vent
until you find another one.

Get to the mess hall and get
the crew to the lifeboats.

(phone rings)

We're back online.

Hello?

It's for you.

Pride.

Pride, it's Sebastian.
No time for small talk,

but I think I got a way to stop
the blowout on the rig.

Sebastian, you're a lifesaver.
Now, you're gonna need help,

so grab some-some big,
burly drill dudes

and get to the cellar deck.

I'm tracking your movements.
I'll call you

when you get there.

You got 11 minutes.

Remember that agent-in-training,
the fourth one?

He may have a way to stop
this thing from blowing.

Great. What do we do?
You got 11 minutes

to get up that vent
and get the crew off the rig.

You're not coming on the boats?

Look, this thing blows up,

oil coats the Gulf again,

it'll be a death blow
to the coast.

Okay.
I'm not letting that happen.

What is that?

(welder crackling)
Torch.

Yeah.

They're cutting their
way in. Go now.

You can't do this alone.

I'm not gonna.

Look, we all got to do our part,
Bonnie.

You got to get this crew
to safety. Now go.

You're a strange dude, Pride.

(welder continues crackling)

Hauser,

listen up!
Turn off the blowtorch!

(grunts)
I'm comin' out.

And you're gonna listen
to every word I have to say.

And why exactly will we do that?

'Cause this rig's gonna blow
in the next ten minutes,

and I'm the only one
who knows how to stop it.

Well, you got our attention.

Better talk quick.

*

This is a bunch of crap. He's
bluffing so Bonnie can get away.

You got bigger problems
to worry about than her.

This rig's goin' up
in a fireball

if we don't do something
about it.

If this place were gonna blow,
we'd be hearing sirens.

Refresh
your computer.

Warning system
should come back online.

(keyboard clacking)
Whoever you were working with

to sabotage the pipeline
set you up.

Looking to clean up their mess.
You three included.

(alarm blaring)

He's right.

Bottom hole pressure's
off the charts,

and the preventer's offline.
Can you override it?

Not from here.

We got, like, nine minutes!

We got to get to the lifeboats.

No, Bonnie and the crew
took 'em.

You got no other option
but to help me.

Just a couple holes
in the pipeline, huh?

Do it for my family.

Isn't that what
you said, Hauser?

Uh-uh, this is his fault.

Keep waving that weapon
in my face,

I'll feed it to you.

You said
you know how to stop it?

Get me to the cellar deck.
I'll show you.

(alarm continues blaring)

Talk to me, Sebastian.
Okay,

all you guys need to do

is activate
the blowout preventer...

...to seal the pipe

and prevent
an underwater blowout.

That's easy, right?

(hissing)

Now, two lucky contestants
are gonna climb down

to the blowout preventer.

Pride, it's a long way down.

You better hurry.

Got you.

Let's go, Hauser.

You guys up on the top,

you have to wait
until they surface

before you close the hatch,
turn the valves,

and seal the well. If you don't,
you're gonna kill them.

All right, Pride,
I see you down there.

Look for two control panels.

One blue and one yellow.

Now, this part is super
important. You have to turn

the activation keys
at the same time.

It's taking too long.
We can't wait!

That clock hits five,
I'm doin' it.

One, two, three.

Then book it up the ladder

before the clock strikes zero.

I'm doin' it. Close the hatch.

Yeah. I'm with you!

They're almost up!

Don't! Just-just wait!

They're coming.
They're right there.

Get out of there, guys.
You got ten seconds.

Eight seconds.

Six seconds.

All right, close the hatch!
Close the hatch!

PRIDE:
We're closed! Hit it!

We're clear.

(sighing heavily)

(exhales)

So... what now?

I have to arrest you

for the murder
of Lieutenant Nielsen.

And how do you plan to do that?

Hands up, jackass.

That's how.

Probably should've
held on to that gun.

You're back, huh?

Everybody's got to do
their part.

Mine wasn't over.

Well, I owe you one.

Give me five minutes with these
morons, we'll call it even.

*

(sighs)

Lund.

I'm gonna tell you something.

No, you know what,
I'm gonna tell you something.

Yeah, I disobeyed
a direct order.

But guess what,
I don't give a damn.

If becoming an agent means
abandoning my team

when they need me the most,
well,

then you can take that badge
and you can sh...

Lund!

You did good.

Come again?

Remember what I told you
when I chased you up the rope?

That I needed to find a way
to motivate my butt up it?

You were willing to sacrifice
your badge for your team.

You found it.

Training works good, doesn't it?

(chuckles)
Now get back to
the gym. You owe me

50 laps for breaking the rules.

Sir, yes, sir.

Move it!

ELLIOT: It was just
a couple holes in the pipeline.

Which turned into the murder
of a Navy officer

and the attempted murder
of 24 of your rig workers.
No one was supposed

to get hurt.
Well, that's what
they all say.

I was trying
to keep the company afloat.

And nearly destroyed
the entire Gulf in the process.

Imagine what that would've
done to your mama.

I've disappointed her
every day of my life.

And all I ever wanted
was her respect.

Thought if I saved her precious
company, I-I'd finally get it.

GREGORIO: Well,
I'll promise you one thing,

you'll have plenty of time to
work through those mommy issues

with the prison counselor
at Angola.

(door opening)
GREGORIO: I'll call DHS,

have them pick him up
for processing.

Gregorio.

You did good in there.

Thanks.

You weren't so bad yourself.

Roy, will... you
give us a minute?

Hey, look, Lasalle,

I know we've been butting heads
but today was like...

A huge success.

It was.

I mean, after all,
we took down the bad guys,

and at the end of the day,

that's all that really matters,
right?

Right, but still, we were
at each other's throats.

It's growing pains,
ancient history.

History tends to repeat itself.

As far as I'm concerned,

we were arguing
'cause we both cared,

and that's a good thing.

All right, I'm down with that.

Still, it happened.

So, you think we can spare Pride
the gory details, or what?

It's just another day
at the office down here.

Bottom line,

is he doesn't need to know
anything about today.

(laughs)

Hello? Anybody home?
SONJA: Hey!

PATTON: Hey, man!
LASALLE: There he is!

Hey, good to see
you in one piece.

You are in one piece?

Oh, yeah,
it's just a flesh wound.

Could've been a lot worse
if it hadn't been for you all.

You did a good job
without me.
Oh, yeah.

This was seamless.
It was like a well-oiled

but extremely loud machine.

PRIDE: Do I want to
know what that means?

It means we're glad
to have you back,

calling the shots.
Yeah.

Okay. In that case,

I say we forget the
paperwork, go get a drink.

Oh!
Yes. Now you're talkin'
my language.

First round's on me.
I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.

It's my gentlemanly
responsibility.
Literally makes me nauseous

when you talk like that.
They been like this
the whole time?

You have no idea.
You have no idea.