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Nick?

What are you doing?

Oh, it's, uh, it's called
the-the useless box.

That's all it does.

What about the meeting?

Don't judge me.
You skipped the meeting, too.

Hey, guys.

McGee, what the hell?

What?

I asked you to, you know,

to go to that building
safety meeting for me.

Yeah, it's all good.
I asked Parker to do it.

- And he agreed?
- No, he did not.

But Kasie said she'd take notes
for all of us. Hey.

Useless box.

Let's see.

It's a classic.

Guys, do you think we should
be feeling guilty

about skipping that meeting?

Somebody has to stay in the squad room

in case we catch a case.

Uh, we have Bandium alerts for that.

Not for walk-ins.

Well, nobody just walks in

- to NCIS and...
- I'd like to report a crime.

Actually, I would like
to report three crimes.

Technically, it's one crime
attempted three times.

Make that one felony
attempted three times.

Uh, sir, slow down. Take a breath.

Uh, let's start with your name.

It's Felix Lassiter.

The felony that I would like
to report is attempted murder.

The intended victim is me,
and the offender is my wife.

Okay, are you active duty or retired?

I-I'm not in the military.

Then you're gonna have to file a report

with your local police department.

Yeah, we don't have jurisdiction
to investigate.

Sure you do. I came
to the right place because...

because my wife is your boss.

My wife,

the Secretary of the Navy,
is trying to kill me.

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All right. Right down here.

Please, uh, have a seat.

Make yourself at home, Mr. Lassiter.

I'm not a mister. Call me Felix.

All right, Felix, uh,
do you want some coffee?

Do you have any diet peach kombucha?

Uh, we are fresh out.

Why don't you go ahead
and sit tight, and, uh,

we'll be right back.

There's only one Secretary
of the Navy, right?

Yeah, Tara Flynn.

And she is married to that guy?

For 33 years.

Here is a picture of them at the
Navy Christmas Gala last year.

- What does he do for a living?
- Not much,

but I think he fancies himself
as some kind of inventor.

He has six patents pending, all for

tiny wheel gears or something.

Well, they do say opposites attract.

No, no, no. Opposites is,
uh, Jimmy and Knight.

You find out anything else about him?

No criminal record,
no outstanding warrants.

Oh, I did find out that
he is the current president

of the Toy Train Operating Society.

Well, that explains his love
for tiny wheels.

Hmm.

Sorry about that, Felix.

Please.

Why don't you just, uh,
start from the beginning.

My wife... has tried to kill me

not once, not twice, but three times.

What happened?

It started last week.

I was driving along when, all of
a sudden, bam, my brakes failed,

and I swerved right off
the road, right into a tree.

Totaled my truck,
and somehow I walked away.

But how exactly is that
attempted murder?

I'm not done.

The other night,
I'm watching TV in my apartment,

and I hear this annoying beeping noise.

Hey, hold up, hold on,
hold on. Apartment?

You and your wife don't live together?

No, we do not because she-she

kicked me out. We're getting divorced.

Anyway, the beeping noise
turned out to be

the carbon monoxide alarm.

And?

And what? I almost died
for the second time.

And last but not least,

- this morning, I was attacked.
- Okay.

Attacked, that's something
we can work with.

I was out for my regular walk,

and a green Cadillac
with a dent on the fender

comes out of nowhere,
tries to plow me down,

and I jumped out of the way.
I came straight here.

Does your wife own

a green Cadillac
with a dent in the fender?

Well, no, but if she was gonna
run me over,

she wouldn't do it herself.
She obviously hired a hit man.

Mm. Obviously?

Yes, Agent Torres. Uh...

I'm telling you people,
my wife wants to kill me.

- Did she tell you that?
- She didn't have to.

Last week, she came over and destroyed

my prized Lionel train set,
1976 edition.

So, even if this is true,

it still doesn't prove
that she's a murderer.

Well, somebody's trying to kill me.

Who else would it be?

Well, did you ever

consider that these three events
were accidents?

Three near-death accidents
in less than a week?

Felix, do you have any evidence at all

that your wife is responsible
for any of these incidents?

Isn't that your job?
I was kind of hoping

that NCIS would open an investigation

before I end up dead.

No, don't worry.

We're looking for your wife as we speak.

I'm sorry, Director, but
Secretary Flynn's unavailable.

She just left on a flight to Amsterdam

to address NATO's Security Council.

Please let her know we'd like

to speak to her as soon as she lands.

You'll be her first call.

In the meantime, if it's okay,

- we'd like to talk to you.
- About?

Her husband.

Oh, boy.

What's Felix claiming now?

What do you mean now?

Felix is what I call a hot mess.

He's a nice guy, and I know
he loves the secretary,

but the guy's basically nuts.

Last year, he thought the secretary

was having an affair with
the Sultan of Brunei.

I take it she wasn't.

Is he being serious, Director?

I can't tell through the screen.

Just continue, Rafa.

After years of all
his conspiracy theories,

she finally had enough
and kicked him out.

But he's dragging his feet
on the divorce

because he thinks he can
somehow win her back.

He's delusional.

Did she go to his apartment,
and smash his model train set?

I highly doubt it,

but even if she did,
I'm sure he deserved it.

Felix has put the woman through hell.

But this isn't about trains, is it?

Would it be possible to see

the secretary's itinerary
from last week?

Of course. I'll send it right over.

Thank you, Rafa.

Tread lightly on this.

The press finds out that
we're even questioning SECNAV

about a crime, she's done politically.

You're saying investigate
the Secretary of the Navy?

We have no choice.

A report's been filed.

Something tells me that,
uh, you don't buy any of this.

I've met Felix a few times
over the years.

He cornered me once to talk about

robot birds and laser beam cancer.

Robot birds?

He's a whack job,

and I'm not going to allow him to drag

the secretary down
on his way out the door.

And speaking of doors,

please escort Mr. Lassiter to ours.

So, now what? What, just go home?

Well, if anything else happens,
give us a call.

- We'll check it out.
- Uh...

That's reassuring.
If anything else happens,

you'll probably find me
in a pool of my own blood.

Felix, you okay?

Sir, are you prone to
panic attacks? Whoa, whoa.

- Felix, Felix.
- Whoa, whoa. Easy.

Felix, Felix, breathe.

Call an ambulance.

Okay, this is not a panic attack.

Come on, breathe through it.

This guy had a hell of a week.

Honestly, I thought it was
all just in his head,

but then the way he was
foaming from the mouth...

- You think it was poison?
- It looked that way to me.

But even if he was poisoned,

we still don't know that
SECNAV was behind it.

True.

Good morning, Agents.

I'm Dr. Singh.

How's he doing?

He is stabilized.

We believe the seizure was caused

by a pre-existing heart condition.

Are you aware that, when he collapsed,

he was telling us that someone
was trying to kill him?

Yes, which is why we ran

a comprehensive blood test
to search for any toxins.

It came back clean.

Wow, so he was just the
unluckiest dude in the world?

He almost dies while telling us
how he almost died?

Well, it's quite possible that his other

near-death experiences helped
trigger this cardiac event.

Well, we're still gonna
have to run our own blood test

- just to be sure.
- Of course.

- When can we talk to him?
- He'll wake up in a few hours.

In the meantime, his daughter Arlene

would like to speak to you.

Honey, your dad's strong.
He's gonna be okay.

Arlene?

I'm Special Agent Knight,
this is Special Agent Torres.

Nice to meet you.

This is my husband

- Victor.
- Hi.

Sorry about your dad.

Yeah, I'm just relieved it seems
like he's gonna be okay...

again.

Again?

Felix has had these episodes before.

But all those other times,

NCIS hasn't showed up.

Why are you, why are you here?

Um... Have a seat.

Your father was at our office
when he collapsed.

Why would my dad be at your off...

He came in to report that my mom

is trying to kill him, didn't he?

Oh, so you know how he feels?

Yes, he told me.

And I told him I loved him,

but he's crazy.

I hope this goes without saying,
but believe me,

my mom is not trying
to murder my father.

Did they fight a lot?

They always fight a lot.

Felix can be a little bit exasperating.

Hmm.

My dad is... he's brilliant,

but he's complicated.

I know he seems a little more than odd,

but he's a great father.

And he's been struggling lately

because he's losing the woman he loves.

And because he thinks that woman
is trying to kill him.

Arlene already told you,

her mother would never do
something like that.

We're not accusing
your mother of anything.

We're just trying to find out
if Felix is in danger.

Wait, are you saying someone

might actually be trying to kill my dad?

We're saying we don't know yet.

Does he have any enemies?

No.

I mean, he doesn't really
have any friends either.

All he's ever had was my mom and us.

A-And now he's only got us.

Felix's truck?

Yeah, near-death experience number one.

The first domino that kicked off
a very bad week.

All right, take me through it.

I spoke with Felix's auto mechanic.

He inspected the brakes
and confirmed that they failed.

Failed or were sabotaged?

Yeah, mechanic couldn't tell.

Truck was an old clunker.

Maybe the brake line was cut,

maybe it rotted.

Let's inspect it ourselves.

Oh, it's too late.

Mechanic sent it
to the junkyard yesterday.

Got crushed into the size of a suitcase.

Efficient junkyard.

Uh, speaking of, uh, cars,

I was able to find a witness
who confirmed Felix's story

about nearly getting hit
on his morning walk.

By a green Cadillac
with a dent in the fender?

- Yup.
- All right. Witness get a plate

or a description of the driver?

No. The witness actually said
that it could've been

Felix's fault for walking
too close to the road.

What about the other
near-death experience?

Felix's furnace.

Had a plumber look at it. He found

a hole in the heat exchanger, which was

leaking carbon monoxide
into the apartment.

Plumber couldn't tell if it was because

of rust or a screwdriver.

So, we know a lot more

but don't know anything more.

Basically, yeah.

You think we're being

karmically punished for skipping
that mandatory meeting?

Kasie's got something.

Hey, it's the dynamic duo.

What is it?

I ran a full tox screen
on Felix's blood,

- then I ran it again.
- And?

And then she called me down here
to triple-check her findings.

- Which are?
- Clean.

- Just like the doctor said.
- But I'm guessing you

didn't call me down here
just to tell me that.

And you would be guessing correctly

because it's what Kasie didn't find

that raised her suspicions.

Felix's blood showed decreased

erythrocyte cholinesterase,

a common sign of excessive absorption

of organophosphate compounds.

Organophosphates are,
uh, natural poisons,

usually found in insecticides.

So, then I ran a secondary test

that the hospital
didn't think to perform,

and it showed trace amounts
of adenosine in his system.

Am I supposed to know what that is?

Oh, it's a very deadly nerve agent.

It was developed by the Russian
military for use in warfare.

Well, does the U.S. Navy
have adenosine in its arsenal?

Well, sure, but they would
never use it in warfare,

they only use it for research.

Uh, the Navy has it stored
in secured facilities,

but only a dozen people have

authorization to access it.

One of which just so happens
to be Felix's wife.

Am I the only one
who thought this Felix guy

- was just nuts?
- Oh, no.

As soon as I met him, I thought he was

a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

It's a saying. Y-You know, people

say that.

The point is, is that
Felix's crazy story

doesn't sound so crazy anymore.

Yeah, well, all we know
is that he was poisoned.

We don't know if SECNAV
was the one who did it.

That's why we ask her.

Wait, you mean interrogate her?

Yeah.

Follow the evidence,
and interrogate the suspect,

like we always do.

Yeah, Tim, but the suspect
is the Secretary of the Navy.

I know.

Our boss's boss.

I know.

Who can fire everyone

- in here.
- None of that matters.

We have to treat her
like any other suspect.

And there's your suspect.

Okay, you let us know how that goes.

What did I miss?

Nothing yet. She just sat down.

Yeah, she looks pissed.

Well, she's about to be
interrogated by her own agents.

I'm sure she's had better days.

Ooh, here we go.

The first thing I want to say
to both of you...

is I'm sorry.

What?

Plot twist.

Sorry for what?

For Felix.

For the chaos he's caused.

Not that I'm surprised.

I've been apologizing
for his antics for 33 years.

What antics exactly?

We don't have time to go down
that rabbit hole, Agent Parker.

Let's just get to the part

where you ask me
uncomfortable questions.

Madam Secretary,

have you ever tried

to kill your husband?

No. Of course not.

I want to divorce the man, not kill him.

What about his train set?

Oh, I murdered that.

I'm not proud of it, but when
I went over to his apartment

to ask why he hadn't signed
the divorce papers yet, he was

running his little
Polar Express, wearing that

damn conductor hat, and I lost it.

How did these two end up together?

You never know
where Cupid's arrow lands.

Yeah, well, Cupid misfired.

The truth is,

Felix is his own worst enemy.

With the conspiracy theories

and the overactive imagination.

I-I'm sure it was just stress
that caused this heart episode.

It wasn't stress.

He was poisoned.

What?

Are you sure?

Does our daughter know?

Yeah, we just contacted her, yeah.

Well, then I hate to cut this short,

but my family needs me
right now. I have to see Felix.

Uh, we can't let you do that, ma'am.

Why?

Because you think I poisoned him.

Well, we identified the toxin
in his bloodstream as adenosine.

Never heard of it.

It's a nerve gas that,
with your clearance,

you would have access to.

I did not poison my husband,

but if what you say is true,

someone is trying to kill him.

Do you have any idea
who this someone may be?

This would not be the time to hold back.

I haven't told this to anyone
outside of my own family,

but Felix has a gambling problem.

It's not a problem, it's an addiction.

How bad?

Bad enough to lose our life savings

and our daughter's college fund.

Who did Felix owe?

His bookie, who does not take IOUs.

This bookie have a name?

Olev Kozlov.

- Olev. Is he Russian?
- Yes.

And I wouldn't be surprised if
he had ties to the Russian mob.

I told Felix not to mess
around with this guy,

but he didn't listen.

Do you know where he operates?

He runs an illegal casino

out of the back of his pawnshop
in Alexandria.

Doesn't make sense to me.

What, a casino in a pawnshop?

No, not that part.

Why a bookie would kill
one of their own clients.

I mean, if Felix dies,
then bookie doesn't get paid,

so, seems like murder's
bad for business.

Yeah, so is letting word get out

that your clients
don't have to settle up.

Maybe you're right.

Green Cadillac.

With a dent in the fender.

I guess some bookies do kill.

♪ Gangster... ♪

♪ Mr. Gangster... ♪

♪ Mr. Gangster... ♪

Hey. You open?

I'm here, ain't I?

Oh, that's a nice bike.

You ride?

Nope.

You got a name?

Yep.

Hey, get away from there!

NCIS. Sit down.

We got a locked back room.

Is your boss back there?

Do you have a key to that door?

Sit tight. We'll be back.

You need to work on your people skills.

NCIS.

Put your hands where we can
see 'em, guys. Come on.

You Olev?

Da.

You, over next to him.

You two, stay right there.

You make mistake.

This is for recreational purpose only.

We'll worry about your casino later.

Right now you're being arrested
for attempted murder.

Murder? No, I kill no one.

But you tried to kill Felix Lassiter.

Felix?

Oh, no, no, I love Felix.

Felix a good man.

And how much did this good man owe you?

Oh, Felix, he retired. No more bets.

He does Gamblers Anonymous now.

You care to explain why your car

tried to run down your
good buddy Felix this morning?

No, my car never hurt nobody.

Where were you at 7:45 a.m.?

Not driving my Caddy.

Car is mine, da.

I no drive. Bad eyes.

Who drives it?

Zero.

My associate.

That guy's name out there is Zero?

Da.

Fitting.

All right, were you driving this car

- this morning at...?
- Yeah, I was. I did it.

You didn't let him finish.

I don't have to. I did it.

Did what?

Tried to run Felix over.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Well, we appreciate the honesty.

I do not.

You could have wrecked my Caddy.

Hands behind your back.

Whoa. Why, man?

'Cause we're arresting you
for attempted murder.

It may come as a shock,
but trying to hit somebody

with your car is illegal.

What if they asked you to do it?

Didn't see that coming, huh?

- Felix asked you to run him over?
- Yeah.

Yeah, no, we're not believing that.

That's why I kept the receipts.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's only my phone.

Me and Felix texted all about it.

Said he was sick of life.

His heart condition, his divorce,

couldn't gamble.

He paid me two Gs for it.

You got your money,
why didn't you kill him?

I tried, man.

Swerved right at him.

- He jumped out of the way.
- Why?

Don't know, don't care.

All I know, I got my two Gs.

Well, good.

You can use that cash as a down
payment on your defense attorney.

Yeah, now you're under arrest.
Turn around.

Come on, why?

Because murder for hire is illegal,

even if the client is also the victim.

Seriously?

Parker, you're not gonna believe this.

He asked to be run over?

Apparently.

Why?

Well, maybe he got so mad at his ex-wife

that he decided to frame her
for attempted murder.

You mean he set it all up?

He cut his own brake line?

He punctured his own heater
and asked to be run over?

And the coup d'état is,
he poisoned himself

so he would collapse
right in front of us.

He'd done some research,

he would've known how much
aden... whatever

he could have taken and still survived.

And all the bread crumbs
would lead right to SECNAV.

You really think he hates
his wife that much?

Let's ask him.

So, he just waltzed out of the hospital?

Nurses were changing shifts.

Well, what about the security cameras?

Well, Kasie is pulling
parking lot video as we speak.

I think we should warn SECNAV.

I already did.

I also ordered her a 24-hour

- protection detail.
- Good call.

SECNAV didn't think so.
She sent the detail home.

She said she's not afraid
of her husband.

Well, maybe she should be.

Why do you think Felix ran?

We don't know.
Maybe somehow he got tipped off

that we were onto him.

His cell phone is powered off.

He hasn't been back to his apartment,

and his only friends say
they haven't heard from him.

What about the daughter Arlene?

She says she hasn't heard
from him either.

Well, if he's gonna contact
anyone, it's gonna be her.

Go pay her a visit.

Please come in.

Daddy, it's me.

Can you please call me back?
I am worried sick.

I just want to make sure you're okay.

Still no answer, babe?

No, straight to voice mail again.

Please tell me you've heard from him.

Uh, no. That's why we're here.

Well, shouldn't you be out there
searching for him?

Or better yet, the person
who poisoned him?

Well, we-we never said
that someone poisoned him.

We said that he ingested poison.

What's the difference?

I mean, it's not like
he poisoned himself.

You got to be kidding me.

- You think my dad is suicidal?
- No, no.

Actually, we don't.

So, why would he do something like that?

Maybe to set your mom up
for attempted murder.

You can't be serious.

So your brilliant theory is that
he did all of this to himself?

Based on what?

Your dad texted a career criminal.

Told him he'd pay the guy

a couple of grand to run him over.

"I'm sick of the pain.

You will be doing me a favor."

So this guy tried to kill him?

Yeah, but Felix was able

to jump out of the way
at the last second.

Then he shows up at NCIS

and tries to blame
the whole thing on your mom.

No, my dad did not write these texts.

Well, they were sent from his phone.

Maybe so, but they weren't sent by him.

He doesn't use emojis and
doesn't ever text in shorthand.

Look for yourself.

I have a thousand messages from my dad,

all written out in
full punctuated sentences,

like old people do.

Look, I get why you think
my dad is capable

of something like this.

He's made a lot of dumb mistakes.

Like gambling away your college fund,

then lying about it?

He had a problem,
but he's battled back from it.

He hasn't bet on a game in a year.

You sure about that?

Yeah. I am.

I'd know firsthand how hard
Felix has worked.

I'm his sponsor at Gamblers Anonymous.

Yeah, I guess the old adage is true.

You do marry your father.

But in our case,

it's the best thing
that could've ever happened.

Vic saw my dad struggling and

stepped in to help.

I'm really proud of them both.

Well, uh, you were right. No emojis.

Then who sent those texts?

We don't know, but we're gonna find out

and we're gonna find your dad.

In the meantime, let us know right away

if he calls you, okay?

- I will.
- Thank you.

Think she's right?

I think we have to check it out.

If Felix didn't send those
texts, that means somebody's

been trying to kill him and
make it look like an accident.

And they're probably looking
to finish the job.

Better find Felix first.

You guys are not gonna believe
what I just learned.

Gather around,

for I have an absolute
whopper of a tale. Okay.

Surveillance video
from the hospital parking lot.

There's our boy Felix

getting out of Dodge.

In a taxicab, huh? Old-school.

Well, taxis accept cash.

Maybe he didn't want a digital trail.

But I'm guessing you still tracked him.

That I did. Ran the cab's plate,
found the cabbie,

who told me all about
their long, strange trip.

First, Felix asked to be taken to

Spelly's Sporting Goods, where he bought

baseball cleats and two batting gloves.

Hmm, okay, that's totally normal.

Did he tell the cabbie why?

Nope, but buckle up because
it is about to get even weirder.

Weirder than breaking out of
the hospital to go shopping?

Oh, yeah. So, Felix tells the cabbie

he's paranoid about being followed,

so he asked to be dropped off

on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

- He tell the cabbie why?
- No.

He just walked off wearing
his new gloves and cleats.

You got to be kidding me.

I-I couldn't make this up.

How do we know that

the cabbie wasn't the one
who just made it up?

Because he has proof.

He thought his friends
weren't gonna believe him,

so he shot a video.

There he is.

There he goes.

Maybe he loved Field of Dreams,

and he thought that this
was his big moment.

That's a vineyard, not a cornfield,

but I get your point. Felix is nuts.

Hmm, I don't know.

The dude is odd, but he's not nuts.

I think we're missing something.

Well, I already checked the map.

Other than an old set
of railroad tracks,

there's nothing but fields for miles.

What?

Felix is obsessed with trains.

If you're thinking he hopped a ride,

I already checked.

No commuter trains run
on that line, just freight.

Well, I've hopped on a few freights

back in my undercover days,

and all you need is guts...

and gloves...

and shoes with a good grip.

Like cleats?

Where do the tracks go, Kasie?

Nothing...

Still nothing...

We got buildings.

Sierra Pelona Motel.

Did we just drive up to 1952?

It's very... quaint.

Yeah. You got all the modern amenities.

Look, we even got a phone booth.

♪ I got some gasoline,
you got some fire... ♪

You got a reservation?

No, we're looking for a...

Can't help you if you
don't got a reservation.

We're all booked up.

You didn't let me finish.

Damn.

I think you really pissed her off, bro.

This guy staying at the motel?

No clue. I just started my
shift, so I don't know anything.

Do you have a guest list?

So, what did this dude do?

He killed seven motel workers.

All desk clerks.

We're gonna need a key to Room 2.

Felix is using an alias.

John Stevens... who's that?

Father of the American railroad.

How do you know that?

- Studied it in school.
- Nerd.

You really think it's Felix?

I think if it isn't,
whoever's in Room 2 is gonna be pissed.

Mr. Stevens, federal agents.

Open up, or we're coming in.

Hello?

NCIS.

Felix, you in here?

I got blood.

- Clear.
- Clear here, too.

You got something?

Yeah. Felix's hospital band.

I guess we found him.

Well, looks like whoever was
trying to kill him found him first.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Arlington County has a BOLO out

on Felix. Still no hits.

Yeah, we struck out, too.

None of the guests from
the motel saw or heard anything.

What about security cameras?

No way. The hotel doesn't
even have an ice machine.

So we still don't know if Felix

walked out or left in a body bag.

And the blood in the room?

Kasie's analyzing that now.

You found blood?

Is it my husband's?

Madam Secretary, we weren't, uh...

I asked you a question.

Is it Felix's blood?

We don't know. We're working on it.

Really?

Because it doesn't look to me
like you're doing anything

but standing around, chatting.

We understand that you're frustrated.

Frustrated? No, I'm pissed off.

Where is my husband?

We don't know.

Is he alive?

We don't know.

Well, what do you know?

We'll find answers,
but we need more time.

Well, Agent Parker,
I'm not sure Felix has any more time.

So, if he's dead,
there's blood on all your hands.

Madam Secretary.

I need a word.

Now.

Here. Have a seat.

I know what you're going to say.

I overstepped.

I shouldn't be here.

No. You shouldn't.

I showed up unannounced
because I knew if I called,

you wouldn't let me in through the gate.

Actually, ma'am, I don't have
the authority to stop you,

but I would've tried.

I couldn't sit there worrying
a second longer.

And you thought coming in
like a bull in a china shop

was the best move?

I didn't think.

I reacted.

Do you ever wonder how Felix
and I ended up together, Leon?

It crossed my mind.

We met freshman year at Amherst.

He was everything I was not...

spontaneous,

funny,

artistic.

Best of all,

my dad hated him.

We got married right after graduation,

and I soon discovered

his unique brilliance

didn't translate to the real world.

But by then, I was in law school,

I was pregnant with Arlene.

No matter what,

he's a wonderful dad to our daughter.

She needs him back.

Then you need to let my agents
do what they do best.

You need to trust them,
Tara, not berate them.

I know.

Find my husband, Leon.

- Bring him back to me.
- We will.

And then you bring me
the bastard who did this.

We will.

But the best thing you can do now

is go home.

Actually...

...change of plans.

Secretary Flynn, sign here, please.

What is this?

- Maybe explain, Ms. Hines?
- Yes, of course.

I just tested the blood
from your husband's hotel room.

Is it Felix's? I don't know.

The hospital won't release
his medical records

because of HIPAA laws.
I could apply for a warrant,

which will take a few days...

Or his wife could sign a release

- and get the records immediately.
- Pen, please.

Once I get Felix's records,
I'll know if the blood

- from the hotel room is his.
- Thank you.

Felix is dead, isn't he, Leon?

He's already survived
four attempts on his life.

If anyone could have gotten
out of that room alive,

it's him.

You know what's crazy?

For the last year,

all I wanted was for him to go away.

Now all I want is to see him again.

I understand that feeling.

I do want to thank you

for everything you and
your team have done.

We're not done yet.

Felix's records just came in.

The blood from the hotel room
is not his.

Oh, thank God.

Whose is it?

Unknown. It's not a match
for anyone in our system.

So that's it, then?
Is the blood a dead end?

Not quite. The blood
is a super rare type,

AB negative, which only occurs

in less than one percent
of the population.

Tara?

AB negative? Are you sure?

- Why?
- Last year

my uncle needed a transfusion,

so I organized a family blood drive.

And one of them was AB negative?

Oh, no.

Arlene, may we come in?

Did you find my dad?

No, but we know who found him yesterday.

Who?

And we thought it was gonna be a victory

but not this big.

And there's the face-off. Up the left...

Ah, you're a big fan of, uh,

Bakersfield Condors ice hockey, Victor?

Maybe you got a little
money riding on the game?

I'm in Gamblers Anonymous, remember?

Right. Felix's sponsor.

Which makes you
the worst sponsor in history.

What are you talking about?

You're betting again,
and you are in big-time debt

to the wrong guy.

Olev the bookie.

We had a little conversation with him.

He told us that you're into him
for 50 grand.

What? Vic, is this true?

Olev's lying.

I haven't made a bet in years.

Really? Because he just
installed cameras

at his casino, and you're
the star of the show.

- Honey, I can ex...
- Shut up.

What does this have to do with my dad?

Victor's debt was overdue.

Olev threatened to kill him
if he didn't pay up.

Victor knew that your dad
had an insurance policy,

and you're the sole beneficiary.

No, I don't believe it.

No matter how desperate Vic was,

he would never try to kill my dad.

Well, you could prove it to us

by letting us search you for injuries.

Whoever tried to kill Felix

left blood all over the hotel.

His left arm.

Oh, yeah?

You said you cut
your arm doing yard work.

- You're under arrest.
- Hey.

How did he know my father
was hiding in a hotel room?

Take it easy, man.

Because your father texted him
from a burn phone.

"Victor. Tell Arlene I'm safe

and laying low
at the Sierra Pelona Motel."

My dad trusted you.

And you tried to kill him?

Say something!

I want a lawyer.

Felix.

Special Agent McGee here.

Good, I got someone here
that wants to talk to you. Yeah.

Daddy?

Daddy, hi.

Yeah, you can come home now.

Victor knows he's screwed

because he just owned up to everything.

First he cut the
brake line to Felix's truck,

and then he tried to sabotage
his water heater.

And when that failed, he sent those

"Please run me over" texts
from Felix's cell.

What about the poison?

Purchased from the black market.

I can't believe my son-in-law
is such a monster.

That makes two of us.

Sorry we're late.
Felix had a hankering for a...

Diet peach kombucha.

Well, I guess you earned it.

It's really good to see you, Tara.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Yeah, well, me, too.

Oh, my God, your neck.

Did Victor do that to you?

Yeah, when he attacked me at the motel,

but I used the, uh, Swiss Army
knife that you gave me

to slice open his arm.

Felix, why didn't you tell anyone

that it was Victor who attacked you?

Because I didn't know.
He was wearing a mask.

How's Arlene doing?

Better than I would be.

But I know one thing,

she's going to need
both of us to get through this.

So we need to bury
the hatchet right now.

Well, let me go first.

I'm so sorry, just for everything.

Me, too.

And I hope we can be friends.

- I'd like that.
- Oh...

Now I've seen it all.

- Torres, are you crying?
- No.

Can I just, can I just...?

I just have to get
one thing off my chest.

That Lionel train set that you destroyed

was a 1976

standard gauge
that I meticulously rebuilt...

Felix, you accused me of murder.

See, you turn it around,

- you make it about you.
- 'Cause it is about me.

Well, I'm talking about a train set

that I had to fly...
Uh, hello, I had to fly there

to get it.
You can't get it anyplace else.

I had to go get it myself.

And that's why
I'm never getting married.

Okay.