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THOMPSON: Here we are.

95,000 square feet of government
storage space

surrounded by 60 acres of
protected wilderness.

This place is a fortress built inside
a mountain.

No one gets in, nothing gets out.

Pretty impressive, huh?
No perimeter fence, I see.

Sir, the entrance to this storage
facility is fortified

with four feet of reinforced concrete.

Not to mention two state-of-the-art
vault doors

that each require two-factor
biometric authentication.

But no fence.

[exhales]

Is there a problem, petty officer?

No, sir. It's just when Senator Edison...

Addison.
When your boss

called my boss about a routine
security check,

I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition.

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.

And just when I thought you didn't
have a sense of humor.

Excuse me?
Monty Python.

Is that your CEO?

I'll just get the door. [exhales]

What's in there that requires
congressional oversight anyway?

That's need-to-know.
And you don't.

[door rings, latch clicks]

MEEKS: What the hell?

Are you okay, sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

Stay back.

Sir?

He's dead.

This is Chief Petty Officer Thompson

requesting... [shouts]

No. No, don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.
Please, don't hurt me. [grunts]
[grunts]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

It's a… it's a Man-Time Monday.

It's a juice...All right, give me that.

A juice hang.

McGEE: Delilah.
Hey, hon. It's me.

Just dropped the kids off at school.

I'm stuck in the parking lot.

Again.

Anyway, I forgot the permission
slip for the fall festival,

so if you could grab that off
the kitchen counter

that would... Whoa, hey!

Thanks, bro!
Jackass!

Sorry, honey.

Some... [exhales]..."bro dad"

pulled out in front of me.

I swear, some of these parents

can be a little...

...much.

Got to go.
Bye, babe.

Morning, Tim.

Morning... Carter.

Maddie's dad.

Uh...

We met the last time I was
traffic volunteer.

Um, should I get going here?

Ah, no, that's okay, man.

They can go around.
Come on.

Thank you.
Come on.

Hey, I... I... I wanted to
give you one of these.

Here you go.
Uh...

McGEE: "Man-Time Monday"?

CARTER: It's an informal hang

for school dads at a local juice bar.

I have a deal with the manager
to get five percent off.

You should come.

We dads got to stick together.

[both chuckling softly]

McGEE: Well, you know, I would.
But I… I got work.

Oh, that's right, you're an NCIS agent.

[chuckling] Me and the other
dads would love to hear

some cool crime stories. I bet.

Yeah, they really would.
[phone chimes]

Actually, that may be one now.
Huh? Oh, okay.

Come on, Margie, let's go.

Yes, you.

Hey...
You. [chuckles]

Can I go? One sec, one second.

White car,
your move.

Lady in blue, coming thru. Come on.

JIMMY: Severely wrinkled digits.

Mm.

Rules out using a fingerprint
scanner for ID.

I'd settle on a cause of death.

There's nothing obvious here,
but the fingers

do suggest extreme dehydration.

From what?
You know, it's hard to say.

But rigor mortis has passed,
so this man has been dead

for at least 36 hours.

Well, that's a long time to be
stuck down here.

No wonder his missing buddy
was so eager to escape.

Who gets themselves into a
government storage bunker

but then can't get themself out?

Thieves. Thieves.

Thieves who aren't very good
at their job.

Sorry I'm late, guys.

I got held hostage by a, uh,
chatty school dad.

Discussing minivans and comparing
dad bods?

No, we prefer the term "father figures."

But, uh, no. I wish.

Unfortunately, this guy just
wanted to talk about

the usual... you know,
dead bodies, murder.

The job.
Yeah.

People do treat us like their own
personal episode

of Dateline.
TORRES: If I have to hear

another theory about the O.J. trial...

McGEE: Exactly.

[chuckles softly]

Talking shop gets old.

People are fascinated by death.

I always end up changing the subject.

Yeah? To what?

Well, anything, you know?

Uh, kids. Sports. Weather.

You mean, small talk?

Mm-hmm. I don't know.

That sounds worse than death.

THOMPSON: The second intruder
must have been waiting for us

to open the door.

I never saw him coming, sir.
What about

Beltway Bob over here?
Legislative Aide Meeks.

Wasn't much help.

But he did say the man who hit me

was a white male with medium build

and a slight limp.

Whatever that means.
Means we can put out a BOLO.

I don't understand it.

When we arrived, there were
no signs of a break-in.

No alarms.
No lights.

And even if the intruders got in
with proper ID,

the security panel would have
still shown an entry event.

Any idea what they were after?
No, sir.

And the inner vault door
was still closed and locked.

We're gonna need it unlocked.
I’ll call you back.

Excuse me.

NCIS does not have authorization

to enter this storage facility.

This is a murder investigation.
And the contents

of this vault are a matter of
national security.

Says who?
Me.

And my boss.
Senator Addison.

I see.

Would that be the Senator Addison

who's currently under investigation
for taking bribes?

Those charges are totally false.

Well, the obstruction of justice
charge won't be.

We're going inside that vault.
Fine.

But whatever you see in there,
it stays quiet.

KNIGHT: Lead the way, Nick Cage.

National Treasure?

Finds a hidden vault full of
government gold?

Whoa.

I don't think we're looking at gold.

At least not the kind that you
can spend.

You got to be kidding me.

McGEE: What do we got here?
Chemicals? Drugs?

Hmm. Ugh. Oh...

KNIGHT: Nope.

That's cheese.

Yeah, and the barrel
is filled with it.

They all are.

I... I assure you, NCIS will be
discreet, Senator.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Uh, appreciate the call.

Will someone explain to me why
the hell I'm getting

angry calls on my personal cell
about cheese?

Bet that's a new sentence for you.

One I would rather not repeat.

Well, Director, early this morning
two men

were found inside a government
storage vault.

They apparently broke in

just to find themselves trapped inside.

Was our security that good,
or the thieves that bad?

Well, that's a good question,

especially given what was
inside the vault.

Yeah, and this is where it gets weird.

McGEE: Turns out, this bunker
is one

of several across the country where
the U.S. government

stores 1.4 billion pounds of
surplus cheese.

I'm sure they have a reason.

Many reasons, actually.

Trade disputes.
Declining dairy consumption.

Overproduction.

So the U.S. government is
subsidizing the dairy industry.

It costs the taxpayers a pretty penny.

Hence the phone calls.
PARKER: Congress doesn't want to

advertise the program.
Or their personal involvement,

since it usually involves lobbyists
and kickbacks.

VANCE: In other words, this cheese stinks.
KNIGHT: I was gonna say

it's "no gouda."

[phone ringing]

[chuckles softly]
Yes, Senator.

Y... Yes.

Cheese puns?
To the director?

I think he appreciated it.

Well, I'd appreciate answers.

Starting with why the hell our thieves

were after cheese in the first place.

Maybe cheese wasn't the intended target.

According to the security record,

vault B-117 had cheese.

But six miles away, P-117

had a different kind of
government surplus.

Weapons.

McGEE: Experimental grenade
launchers,

to be exact.

Worth more than dairy.

Well, not only our cheese bandits
got locked inside.

It was the wrong vault.
Hope they don't quit their day jobs.

Speaking of day jobs, let's do ours.
Right.

I will add extra security to vault P-117.
[exhales]

Cheddar safe than sorry.

Okay, that's...
Wow.

There we go.

Much better.

Sounds like progress, doc.

Practice makes progress.

It took 16 saline injections,

but I finally got a usable print.

And our vault victim is...

...Tyson Perkins.

Long arrest record.

Includes breaking and entering,

grand larceny...

He's a career thief.

Picked the wrong career.
Yeah.

Known associates?

Well, it's a long list.

This guy's worked with all the greats.

He's like the Forrest Gump of criminals.

So no help in IDing his missing partner.

What about cause of death?

Well, like 65% of the world's population,

this man is lactose intolerant.

Didn't know that was fatal.

It's not. Usually.

But his food allergy was unusual.

You see,

dairy particles got into his airways

which caused bronchospasms.

Again,

very rare, but not typically fatal.

Unless you're trapped in a sealed
room with no fresh air.
Exactly.

The added stress triggered an
underlying thyroid condition

which caused the extreme dehydration

until, eventually, his body
gave out completely

and there was nothing he
could fondue.

[chuckles]

You and Knight are rubbing off
on each other.

[nervous laughter]:
What? What?

No, no one's, no one's rubbing...

things.

I also found this.
This is pityriasis capitis.

[clears throat]

Dandruff?

It was all over his clothing.

But...

this man does not have a dry scalp.

So it might belong to his partner.
Kasie ran DNA.

There's no hits. Well, we can
update our BOLO.

Right, so NCIS is now looking for
a white male, medium build,

with a possible limp and... flakes.

KASIE: Wow.

Proper data validation.
Reduced user freedom.

It's beautiful.

And this proprietary encryption
algorithm

actually improves program security.

Mm. Rare.
Oh, so rare.

Mmm. So boring.

How long have you been sitting there?

Long enough to question your
taste in art.

What is all this?
Oh, this is root code.

Used in the storage bunker
security software.

It controls the vault doors.

Oh, so it's how our bad guys got in.
KASIE: Actually, no.

This software is unhackable

because the person who wrote
it is an artist.

Genius.

A digital da Vinci.

Ooh.
TORRES: Okay, so...

how did our thieves get into
the vault

without tripping the alarm?

Well, it turns out they had a key.

And not just any key.

Remember, there was no record

of anybody entering that vault.

Which means someone had to
tamper with the root code.

And the only way to do that

is with the original encryption key.

That sounds important.
KASIE: It is.

Because the only person who has it

is the one who created it...

Our digital da Vinci.

McGEE: Which means the thieves

either stole the key from him...

Or da Vinci willingly gave it to them,

which makes him an accomplice.

Yep.

And the security company

just sent over the personnel file

for their lead software engineer.

Meet our digital da Vinci,

Carter Landegraff.

You've got to be kidding me.

KASIE: You know this man?

Yeah, he's a dad at my kids' school.

KASIE: Well, he's also a genius.

And now a robbery suspect.

No, no, that... that can't be right.

Well, I say we find him and ask him.

Actually, you know what?

We don't need to find him.

I know exactly where he is.

TORRES: Looks like that invite
came in handy.

Chatty school dad involved in a

deadly attempt at robbery?
I don't know.

Well, the best criminals are the ones
you don't see coming.

McGEE: Yep.
Whoa! Oh, wait.

Sorry, my dudes.

[chuckles] Wait.

Uh... Tim.

Johnny and, uh, Morgan's dad, right?

Scott's dad?

Yeah, yeah, Owen.

Good to see you again, man.
Good to see you.

Uh, by the way,

don't go in there.
That, uh, chatty dad,

Carter, he's inside.

He will talk your ear off.
[chuckles]

Yeah, we hope so.

Blueberry cream.
Extra cream.

[chuckling]: You're the best, Sam.

Thanks.
SAM: I'll put it on your tab.

[giggles] Hey Tim!

You came!

And you brought a friend.
Cool.

[laughs] Sam.

Uh...

Two super fruit smoothies
for my new best friends.

On me.

[chuckles] What do you guys want?

Acai? Goji?

We want to talk to you
back at NCIS.

Now.

Tim, is this a joke?

Of course it's a joke.
[laughs]

Uh...

Okay, not... not a joke.

Um, sh... should I call my family

and tell them I'll be late for dinner?

I'm... I'm sure this won't take long.

I'm not.

All right. Well, do you mind
if I put this away first?

I promised my daughter I'd bring
home balloons.

Just parked right over there.

Yeah, just make it quick.

Okay. Yeah, balloons are

a big thing with my daughter. I rem...

[Carter shouts]

[shrieks]

♪ ♪

How's he doing?
He’s still shaken up from the blast.

But, thankfully, no one was hurt.
[door closes]

We got a cause yet?

No cameras outside of the juice bar,

but we did find this melted onto
the gas tank.

VANCE: Explosive device.

KNIGHT: Car's being towed into NCIS.

School dad is lucky to be alive.

I knew I shouldn't have ignored
that check engine light.

He does know that minivans

don't spontaneously combust, right?

Is this some kind of act?

I don't even know anymore.

I mean, vault robberies, car bombs...

Dad is into something bad.

Yeah, I'm beginning to think
our friendly chat

in the drop-off line wasn't
so friendly after all.

He was asking about NCIS.

KNIGHT: Maybe fishing for info

on our trapped thieves?
VANCE: School parents.

Can't say that I miss

the days of trying to decipher
their motives.

As the head of a federal agency,
you must've been popular.

Well, I like to think it was my charm

and not parents simply looking
for favors.

How could you tell the difference?

Time, Agent McGee.

Given the chance,

people eventually show you
who they really are.

[door opens]

Uh, look, I... I don't mean to
sound naive...

Too late.

...but does NCIS think I did
something wrong?

McGEE: Look familiar?

CARTER: Oh, that's my code.

For vault access control and
physical security.

PARKER: Security that failed.

Two thieves broke into a vault

without tripping the alarm.
Wow.

Well, you know it wasn't a
software failure.

My code is...

It's unhackable. Oh, we know.
No, it's...

it's a work of art.

[chuckling]: You think so?

McGEE: Actually, I'm dying to know

how you, uh, hide your data structures.

It is a funny story.
PARKER: Yeah, one that can wait.

Our point is, someone got into
that vault

without leaving a record.

Well, that would require
altering the root code...

...and they would need
the original encryption key.

And I would have had
to have given them

my original algorithm.

So... Did you?

[chuckles] Of course not.

The algorithm is proprietary

and I'm an independent contractor.

I would never give away my livelihood.

Especially not to thieves.

And outside a safe-deposit box,

the only place I store my original work

is in a hidden and locked...

...partition on my, um...

Huh.

There a problem?

No. No.

Okay, 'cos I'll be honest with you.

Sounds like there's a problem.

Um... [chuckles]

I lent my laptop to a friend.

Uh, it was an emergency situation.

But I created a secure partition, so...

This friend have a name?

[smacks lips]

I don't want to get them in trouble.

Wow.
You're a good friend.

Thank you.

But if it was my minivan
that blew up,

I'd be less worried about my friends

and more worried about me
and my family.

I'll tell you everything.

Um...

I recently lost some money, okay?

A lot of it, actually.
In... in cryptocurrency?

Yeah, volatile market.

Yes. But I didn't lose the money

due to supply and demand.

I lost it because it was stolen.

One day it was there, the day
next it was gone.

Everything.

McGEE: How's that?

You're a coder for a security company.

CARTER:
True. But everybody has their
blind spots.

And even I don't fully understand
the blockchain.

When I went to the police

with decentralized assets
and full nodes,

their eyes just kind of glazed over.

Like his are doing right now.

Hey, hey, I understand the blockchain.

Mostly.
CARTER: Well, luckily,

I have a close friend with connections.

He agreed to help me get the money back.

Let me guess.
By using your laptop?

Hello?
Secure partition.

Just give us a name.

My friend is Kingston Reinhardt.

The Kingston Reinhardt?
The gangster?

CARTER: I've heard of his supposed
legal troubles.

But I swear, Rhino's really
a good guy.

PARKER: Yeah. Right up until
he took your laptop

and used it to commit a robbery.

Yeah, and when that went wrong,
he tried to kill you.

You think... You think he
double-crossed me?

Guys, no. Rhino wouldn't do that.
He wouldn't lie.

Why not?

Well, friends don't do that.

Right?

I am pretty sure Carter and
Reinhardt are not friends.

I mean, look at this.

Just think if Carter's daughter
had been inside.

Yeah, I'd rather not.
From what I can tell,

the explosive was made using
all generic parts.

Nothing remotely traceable.

Someone knew what they were doing.

You mean, like a known gangster?

Ah.
Kingston Reinhardt.

Mid-level street enforcer with
a rap sheet a mile long.

Weapons theft,
weapons trafficking,

weapons use...

Mm. A bad guy who likes guns.
Yeah.

So why does our school dad like him?

Well, Carter said

they met at an underground poker game.
They...

they really hit it off.

School dad is also a card shark?

I guess parents have hobbies.

Looks like this hobby double-crossed him,

then tried to kill him.

Yeah, Carter's husband and daughter

have been put into protective custody

until we find the man responsible.

How's that going, by the way?

I was hoping you had something.

Oh, you mean like...

a known address or a vehicle?

Maybe a bank account we could
use to track him?

You have that?
No!

Kingston Reinhardt is a criminal
who lives in the shadows.

Off the grid. Underground.

Guy's a ghost. In more ways than one.

Our gangster is dead.
What? Says who?

Says someone who does business
with the Reinhardt family.

See, unlike McGee,

I actually make small talk
with my friends,

so I reached out, she texted back.

And, apparently, our very bad man
had a very bad heart attack

early yesterday morning.
That would mean

he died and tried to blow up
Carter on the same day?

That's a heck of a coincidence.

Or maybe instant karma?

Or maybe we're missing something.

We need to take a look at the body.

My friend might have a problem
with that.

NCIS wants to perform an impromptu
autopsy

in my place of business

and you thought I might have
a problem?

Dee, it is just a quick look.

For a friend?

I blame you.

Hey, I just made the introduction,
all right?

You two decided to be tennis
buddies.[exhales]

BOTH: Pickleball.

What do you expect to find that
the local coroners didn't?

Doctor?

I'll know when I see it?
Well, start seeing

because the viewing starts
in five minutes

and the family is about to arrive.

Mm-hmm, the crime family.

KNIGHT: Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, we're just..
.TORRES: Oh, yeah, so we're

just making some final arrangements.

Five minutes in the lobby.
Thank you.

There's sugar cookies over there, yeah.

There goes my Yelp rating.

Okay, if I wanted to kill you

and make it look like a heart attack,

how would I do it?
Based on your BMI,

I'm guessing you were on some
sort of beta blockers,

which interact with
a whole host of drugs.

Most of which cannot be detected

and some of which would cause
a myocardial infarction.

Especially if injected.

Jimmy, I've seen every inch of this body.

There were no needle marks.

Did you check under all of the fingernails?

Or how about between the toes?

DEE: Don't you dare.[groans]

Do you know how hard it is to g
et those on?

Oh, come on.
JIMMY: No.

No, no, no.

Um... does he have any tattoos?

On his chest. Why?

The coroner would've noticed
a chest puncture.

No, not if it's hidden
in the ink.

It could be the tiniest pinprick.

Almost invisible.

There it is.

Here.

This was murder.

So what does that mean?

It means this body is ours now.

[banging on door]
MAN: What the hell is

going on in here?
Oh.

Apologies, sir.

It's gonna take another minute.

This might sound kind of weird...

Do you have a limp?

I said I don't know about any robbery.

Well, I'm sure your DNA will say
otherwise.

You know that's treatable?

KNIGHT: Julian Reinhardt.

Related to the deceased?

He's my uncle.

[sobbing]

Poor Uncle Rhino.

Julian, are you crying?

It's a funeral, okay?

Yeah. Yours.

So we know that you tried to
steal weapons.

But then got stuck in the wrong vault

where you ended up watching
your partner in crime

slowly die.

What we don't know is

who tried to blow up Carter.

What?

That school dad? After the robbery
went wrong,

someone tried to take out

everyone in connection
to the heist.

We just gotta to find out
who did it.

You or dear Uncle Rhino.

You don't talk about him that way.

Not at his own funeral.
The man was like a father to me.

Yeah, and you never got to
say goodbye.

Because your dumb ass got
stuck in a vault.

That was an accident!

Shh.

The vault may have been an accident,

but the car bomb was not.

You got it all wrong.

I would never hurt Carter.

And neither would Rhino.

And why not?

Because Carter and my uncle
were friends.

That's how this all started.

Carter asked Rhino to find some
stolen money.

He agreed to help.

So Carter is telling us the truth.

JULIAN: All I know is that Rhino
was a good guy.

You know, it's Carter who's
a little shady.

And why would you say that?

Because. You know that money
that Carter was looking for?

That wasn't his in the first place.

He took the money from
his kid's school.

Oh, McGee is gonna love this.

You need a wingman in therein.
I got this one.

Tim, why are we, uh… why are we
back in here?

That.

CARTER: The school fundraiser?

McGee: You were the chairperson
to a $500,000

campaign to build an innovation lab

so the students can learn how to code.

A campaign that I donated money to.

Generously, I might add.

So you can understand why I'm upset.

You stole the fundraising money.

I... Wait, what?

That money that was stolen out of
your crypto account?

It didn't belong to you.
It belonged to the school.

Uh, no, I can explain...

You stole the fundraising money.

No, I didn't...
And you lied to me.

No!
I thought "friends don't do that," huh?

We're not friends, okay?

That's why I didn't tell you about
the fundraising money.

You're the only school dad that
actually talks to me

and I was afraid that if I told you
the truth,

you'd jump to conclusions.

Like... like you're doing.
You lied.

I withheld a minor detail that didn't
seem relevant.

Well, it is.

Carter, did you take the fundraising
money or not?

No.

But...

it's my fault that it's gone.

When I volunteered to chair
the fundraising committee,

I didn't realize that I'd be the
only volunteer.

I was all alone.

And after two years, despite all
the bake sales

and the car washes and the
silent auctions,

we were only halfway to the 500K.

I needed to come up with a creative
way to raise money.

So instead of using a low-yield
savings account,

I moved the funds into a crypto
account.

$250,000?

It's supposed to be like a bank.

Like all the ads say.

I thought I was doing something good.

Yeah.

And then a lot of… a lot of bad
happened.

The robbery, the...the car bomb.

And, I mean, and now Rhino's dead?
Yes.

And according to his nephew,

he was killed trying to find
the stolen school money.

Well, don't get too teary.

He was a bad guy.

Even if he wasn't the one trying
to kill you.

So who was?

Well, that's what we need to find out.

Well, i... if Rhino started tracking
down the money,

maybe he found a lead.

And maybe NCIS could follow
that lead using my laptop.

Except we can't find your laptop.

Carter, you didn't tell any other "friends"

about this
crypto account, right? No.

No, of course not. No.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Okay.

Unless you count Owen.

McGEE: Owen Belfort.

Wait, the preppy dad from the juice bar?

Apparently, he was bragging
about cryptocurrency

in the school parking lot

and Carter asked for investment advice.

So Preppy knew about the money.

And he was at the juice bar

right before the bomb went off.

KNIGHT: This guy is full of surprises.

Looks like preppy dad Owen

is a real estate investor

and his last project went bust.

How much did he lose?
KNIGHT: Personally?

Almost 300K. With interest.

Well, that sounds like motive
to me. We should bring him in.

Really? The guy ties

a sweater around his
neck for a DMV photo.

If we're gonna get him to talk,

we'll need concrete evidence first.

What does a sweater have
to do with it?

Anybody who dresses like that's
got a good lawyer

on speed dial.
KNIGHT: So we need to find

a way to tie Preppy directly to
Reinhardt's murder.

Or the stolen money.

I will start working on a warrant
for bank records,

but I'm guessing he's got a good
accountant, too.

Cashmere and perfect posture
do not pay for themselves.

Wait a second.

I might have a better idea.

Kase.

Do you still have that

posture-correcting device
that I gave you?

The one that vibrates when you slouch.
Oh, my gosh.

Have it?
I am wearing it right now.

I love this little thing.

Oh, you don't want it back, do you?

I just need to check something.
Okay.

Thank you.

KASIE: Ugh, what a mess.

Whoever wrote this code was no da Vinci.

Just what I thought.

Company still hasn't corrected
that security flaw.

What security flaw?

Every time the device vibrates,

it sends data to the user's cell
phone, right?

Mm-hmm. Including GPS.

Oh, yeah. It's how I know

when and where I slouch the most.

Hint... It's while I'm working. [laughs]

Oh. [clears throat]

Point is, that info is supposed
to be private,

but because of the security flaw,

anyone nearby can intercept the data.

And why are you just now
telling me about this?

Because we are going to use it
to find out

where our suspect was during
the murder.

Owen wears the exact same device.

And you know this because...

We got it from the exact same place.

A chiropractor dad gave them away

in goodie bags at a school event...

"Doughnuts with the Doc."

Parents really like alliteration.

If we can get

within two feet of Owen, when he slouches...

Then we can get his GPS data.

We just have to find an excuse
to invade his personal space.

Yeah, without drawing attention.

Oh. Wait.
I might know a way.

I have been combing through
Owen's social media.

He is hosting an event

at his house tonight and
all school dads are invited.

Oof. Another dad event.
Oh, come on.

You're the one who was complaining

that all they ask you about is your job.

Look at this as an opportunity
for them

to get to know you better.

This could be a whole new
bonding experience.

[upbeat music playing]
[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

Fantasy Football
& Father's Night.

How am I supposed to bond
with these guys?

I don't know the first thing about
fantasy football.

[over comms]: Or reality football.

PARKER: Leave that to us, McGee.

KNIGHT: We are right here with you.

Well, there's our target.

Looks like it would be easy
enough to get close.

KNIGHT: Except he looks like
the life of the party.

PARKER [over comms]:
Just, uh, just ease your way

into their conversation.

What am I supposed to say to
a bunch of overaged frat boys?

KNIGHT [over comms]:
Just tell them the truth.

Your jersey is from the
evidence garage

and the barbecue stain on your
sleeve is actually blood.

Dudes love that.

Hey, hey, O.J.

Didn't expect to see you here.

First time?
Yeah, yeah.

Hey, good to see ya.

Good to see you.

Uh, name is Tim, actually.
Hey.

He's talking about your jersey.

O.J. Simpson wore number 32.

Yeah, though I'd like to think
Jim Brown wore it better.

Franco Harris?
[blows raspberry]

Not helping.

You know, speaking of O.J.,

I've always had this theory...

Hear me out… MKUltra

and the Illuminati...

If the glove fits... uh?

OWEN: All right, everybody,
listen up.

Listen up. Settle down.

We've come to my favorite part

of Fantasy Football & Fathers Night.

The part where we turn off the football

and talk about being fantasy fathers.

Now, society loves

to shove us into these
boxes, right?

Well, this is our chance to break
out of those boxes

and talk about the people
that we really want to be.

So join me in the share circle,
get yourself comfortable,

and, uh, remember,
this is a safe space.

[snorts]

OWEN: Tim, as our first-timer,

why don't you come sit next to me?
Sorry, buddy. Okay.

Sure.

[muttering]: Don't know what is
happening here.

Looks like our frat dads are actually
enlightened modern men.

Unexpected, but refreshing.

This is your chance, McGee.
He's slouching.

Start downloading the GPS data.

Larry, why don't you kick us off?
Oh, all right, here we go.

Hot seat. Yes, thanks, O-dawg.

Ah... Let's see, this week

I was not exactly a fantasy father.

I snapped at my son during
his math homework again...

You know, "a quick temper makes
a fool of you soon enough."

Wise words from Master Bruce Lee.

Think fast, Timbo
Ooh!

Thanks. Um...

[smacks lips]

I'm, I'm gonna pass.
[chuckles]

OWEN: Oh... [chuckles]
House rules.

You can't pass the feelings football

until you've shared your feelings.

You got this.

I... think you're on your own, McGee.

All right. [exhales]

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, actually, I have been
wanting to talk about

something other than the job.

[phone beeps] Wh...

Uh, you know what?

Actually, I have to take this.

Um, would you mind holding this
for a second?

I'll, uh, I'll be right back.

Thanks, guys.

What happened?
Did McGee get the info?

KNIGHT: Not sure.

There was a problem with
"the feelings football."

Huh? The what? [phone ringing]

McGee, you okay?

Yeah, I'm good. I just sent
you the data.
KNIGHT: Got it.

Putting up GPS tags now.

Okay, we've got preppy dad Owen
at the juice bar.

All right. Well, that's opportunity
for the car bomb.

Now all we need is Preppy Dad
next to Reinhardt

and we got opportunity
for the murder.

KNIGHT: Well, that might be
a problem.

GPS puts Preppy in a remote corner

of the Blue Ridge Mountains
for the past six days.

Well, what's in the Blue Ridge
Mountains?

TORRES: Uh, it's a spiritual retreat
that specializes

in mind-altering experiences.

[scoffs]

aka a sweat lodge for rich people
to drop acid.

Not only was Preppy Dad not
in the same city,

he wasn't even in the same dimension.

He's not our killer.

DAD BRO: You know, he always was
kind of standoffish.

Do you think that was a real phone call?

I think he just needs a second.

Or maybe Cop Dad thinks he's
too good for us.

What a poser.

[dads laughing]

Yeah. All right, thanks.

That was the manager
to the spiritual retreat.

He confirmed that the suspect
was there last week.

So, not our killer.
No.

And according to his financial records,

there's no sign of stolen school money.

Money doesn't just disappear.

I'm not so sure.

I've been trying to track Carter's
cryptocurrency account.

Now, crypto transaction
data is public,

accessible to everyone.

That's what makes the blockchain
secure.

Well, yeah, usually.

But whoever stole the coin

modified the verification conditions

to hide their identity.

You know, I've got Mempool data

given to me by Kasie here,

but it's going to take me forever
to sort through.

Damn.

I don't know what that means.

It means I'm not gonna be able
to find the missing money

without Carter's laptop.

I guess the school will have to
update their goal chart.

PARKER: $250,000 all the way down
to zero.

Yeah, when school parents find
out about this,

they're gonna be looking for blood.
TORRES: Yeah.

Carter’s. Poor guy.

Poor guy?

I thought you were one of those
angry parents.

Yeah, I was, but...

I don't know, maybe
I jumped to conclusions.

Did something happen last night
at that, uh, share circle?

Well, let's just say I know what
it feels like to be misjudged.

Right? Carter is very Carter.
But, you know, he means well.

You should tell him that.
What? Now?

I mean, the man's still our best lead.

Our only lead.

You think he still knows something?

Or he doesn't know what he knows.

Maybe a friendly chat
would knock something loose.

You mean small talk?

It's a risk of the job.

Hmm. Sweet or savory...?

Whatever you choose, I'm buying.

[clears throat]

[quietly]: I got him.

So, uh...

it's nice weather we've been
having lately, huh?

[chuckles] Why are you being social?

Friends do that.

Do they?

So I've heard. [chuckles softly]

Hey, let me ask you something.
Okay.

What is up with Mrs. Cringler?

I mean, she's giving homework?
[stammers] In kindergarten?

Thank you.
Let them be kids, right?

Yeah, really.
That's what I say.

But, you know, Johnny and
Morgan seem to love her.

And Maddie, too.
She even insisted on

dressing as Miss Cringler last week.

Yeah? You got pictures?

Yeah, she got the glasses right

And the wig. [chuckles]

There you go.

McGEE: Beautiful daughter.

Yeah, thank you.

I'm very fortunate.

As an independent contractor,
I get to make my own hours

and basically be a stay-at-home
parent, so...

Huh.

That's why I volunteer to do
so many things at school.

Like, uh, Man-Time Mondays?
[chuckles]

Yeah, sometimes I just got to
talk to somebody

outside of the house who isn't five
years old. Yeah.

And seeing as how Fantasy
Football Night isn't my thing,

I do the juice bar.

It's just a shame that no one
ever comes.

Never?
Well, Larry came a few times.

You know, that Dad Bro who
drives the convertible?

Yeah, the one with all conspiracy
theories?
Yeah.

Yeah. He's actually nice to me.

He even considered cochairing
the fundraising committee.

Did you ever tell Larry about
the crypto investment?

You're still looking for a break
in the case?

Well, I hate to disappoint you,

but I didn't tell anybody else
about the account.

Sorry.

In fact, I never even used

my laptop in public unless I was alone.

Didn't want anybody looking
over my shoulder.

And when I did sign on, I made
sure I used a VPN.

Wait.

You used the Internet in the juice bar?

Yes.

Uh...

Since nobody ever comes to
Man-Time Monday,

I would usually get some work done.

But like I said,

I made sure there were
no customers in there.

I'm not worried about the customers.

[blender whirring]

[entry bell jingles]

Hey, Sam.

Carter. Hey.
Where you been, man?

I haven't seen you since that
explosion out on the street.

What happened?

It's a long story.

But I've been working with NCIS

and they said it was some kind
of bomb.

Crazy, right?

Yeah.

The usual?
Oh, yeah, you know it.

You got it.

Just have to grab some more
whipped cream from the back.

Okay.

So, a bomb, huh?

NCIS know who did it?

At first they thought it was this
gangster type,

but not anymore.

Yeah.

CARTER: They said they have
another suspect,

but wouldn't tell me anything else.

SAM: Uh-huh.

I'm sure they'll catch the guy, though.

Everything okay back there?

Yeah.

I think we're all out of whipped cream.

PARKER: On second thought...

hold the whipped cream.

Uh-uh. It's over, Sam.

Or should we call you Hans?

PARKER: Bet you haven't heard
that name in a while.

KNIGHT: Turns out, Sam the manager
is actually Hans Bjurstrom.

A former mercenary

wanted for killing two police officers

in Stockholm in 2007.

He's been hiding in the U.S. ever since.

Working various jobs, keeping a low profile.

Then things got a little too boring,

so Hans decided to use the juice
bar Wi-Fi

to spy on people's computers.

He saw Carter's crypto account
and password.

Let me guess. He figured that 250K was

his ticket out of the service industry?

And into early retirement.

That is, until Carter went to

a dangerous gangster for help.

But then, Hans got nervous and
took him out.

And then tried to blow up Carter.

He counted on police blaming
Reinhardt, which we did.

Until we found out the gangster
wasn't all bad.

And the juice bar manager
wasn't all good.

Well, time reveals all.

Almost, Director.

The school money's still missing.

We recovered Carter's laptop
from Hans's apartment.

But McGee and Kasie have not
been able to trace the account.

[phone chimes] That's McGee.

Did they find the money?

Not exactly.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh. I was afraid you weren't
gonna come at all.

You haven't been answering
my texts, so...

Well, I've been a little busy.

Right. Trying to find the money.
Um...Yeah.

How's that going?

Well, we were, uh...

we were able to find the account
that the money was moved to.

Well, hey, that's good.
Yeah, but then it got

a little complicated.

[exhales] Okay, that's bad.

Yeah.

By the, by the time we were able
to find the money

and seize the account,

there really wasn't $250,000 left in it.

[exhales]

Tell me there was at least some
money left?

There was.

$527,000.

[scoffs] Did you say $500...?

And $27,000.

Turns out that Hans, your juice bar buddy,

moved the stolen money into his
own crypto account.

Well, what can I say?
It's a volatile market.

Wh... And the school gets to
keep it all?

We had to pull some strings, but, uh...

Yeah, I think you met your
fundraiser goal.

[laughing]

Thank you, Tim. I...

I.. I swear, next time,

I'm gonna stick to bake sales
and car washes.

Yeah, I know you are, because
next time

I'm gonna be your cochair.

In that case, I'm buying.
Come on.

Deal. All right.

Hey, you know what?
Let's go get some coffee.

Come on. Really?

Give the juice a rest.
Yeah, come on.

What's wrong with juice?

Nothing wrong with juice,
but you know,

coffee is kind of a special thing.