All language subtitles for NCIS S19E06

He's gonna kill me. He's gonna kill me.

603, Felix! Coach is gonna kill you!

I'm sorry, Coach.

My alarm didn't go off.

Coach?

Commander. Sir.

This is weird, right?

That's one word for it. I think it's
kind of nice.

It looks like the new guy is trying to
score some brownie points.

Or in this case, pastry points.

I think Parker said these are Polish
klacki. Wait, wait, wait. What if this

tip? To see who prefers plain over
powdered sugar?

Well, maybe.

What does taking plain over powdered
sugar say about you?

It says I'm hungry.

See, I'm serious, guys. We barely know
this guy. What if he's playing mind

games? Or he's just trying to be nice
his first week on the job.

I'm not that easy. Me neither.

You know, I feel like I should put it
back.

Morning. Morning.

Whoa. What's the rush?

You didn't come in to tell us we have a
body or?

No.

That was everybody's weekend.

Good.

Uneventful? Same.

Anybody catch that Nats game last night?

Official Agent McGee?

Yeah. One sec.

Dispatch has a body. You want to talk to
him?

Um, yeah.

Okay, got it. Thanks.

Guess I don't have your number yet. We
have a dead sailor at the Navy Athletic

Complex in Norfolk.

Well, in that case, my delicious mind
games will have to wait.

Let's roll.

How does he think Sheriff?

The victim is Navy Commander Henry
Davis, head of the All -Navy Sports

Worked with some of the best athletes in
the world.

And a buddy who played basketball in the
Army.

Serious work.

Even more so in this case. The other
military branch is your sport is your

primary mission.

Navy athletes are expected to compete at
an international level while

maintaining their active duty
assignments.

Dual threats.

One of the athletes found him early this
morning.

I would say rigor suggests that time of
death was between 4, 6 a .m.

You got a cause of death, Doc? The only
visible wound here is the blunt force

trauma to the temple.

Whoever killed him definitely had their
pick of murder weapons.

He had shot clips, hammers, javelins,
headwind and tailwind versions.

Wow. I didn't have you pegged as the
track and field type, McGee.

I contain multitudes, Agent Parker.

Just curious, what type did you have me
peg dance?

Maybe peg was the wrong word.

Well, in any case, I don't think that
the murder weapon came from this room.

This wound here appears to be a burn.

From what?

I'm not sure. I've never seen dermal
stippling quite like this before.

So what are we looking for?

I don't know.

Then I guess we keep looking.

Commander's office is right next door.

Oh, you don't understand.

I'm never late.

Why were you this morning?

Coach and I have been doing two a day to
get ready for the military world games.

Time trials are next week.

Practice, plus my regular duty
assignment.

Caught up with me.

I overslept.

Hard enough to handle one career.

You handled two.

I couldn't do it without Coach.

So the two of you were close?

I was heading down a bad path as a kid.

drinking, fighting.

I joined the Navy because my guidance
counselor thought it was trading me out.

Well, did it?

Not really.

I was looking at a dishonorable
discharge until Coach Davis heard I was

-State in high school and asked me to
try out for the Navy team.

Running turned things around for you?

No.

Coach Davis did that.

He gave me a place to belong.

gave me something else to do other than
drink.

Do you have any idea who my one and
dead?

That's just it.

No one would.

I mean, Coach is the... Coach was the
best.

On and off the track.

Well, he was the best on the track,
that's for sure.

Commander Davis has quite the hardware
collection.

Must be the awards that didn't fit him.

Trophy case outside.

This guy's a regular John Wooden.

The basketball coach of this book on
leadership.

Pyramid of success. Good stuff.

I wonder if the commander read it, too.
Sure seems like he knew the winning

secret.

Speaking of secrets.

You got something?

Hidden compartment.

The performance -enhancing kind,
testosterone, methanol.

I don't know what our coach was doing
with steroids.

Commander Henry Davis, decorated officer
and former world -class runner himself.

He worked his way up to become head of
the All -Navy sports program.

These athletes compete in everything
from the military world games to the

Olympics. I hate to find out that the
drugs in the commander's desk had

something to do with that.

Could it be where he was killed?

Yeah. Maybe somebody found out the coach
was doping his athletes, got upset.

Not athletes.

In addition to administrative duties,
Davis coached one person at a time,

someone who was stationed locally and
who he saw extra potential in. That

narrows it down the list.

Davis was currently training Petty
Officer Felix Cross.

We questioned him this morning, but that
was before we knew about the drugs.

Let's see what Felix has to say now and
have him pee in a cup while you're at

it. Yeah.

Who did the coach work with before
Felix?

Petty Officer First Class Jamie
Anderson.

Let's talk to him, too. Let's start
working our way back.

Actually, Petty Officer Anderson was
killed last year, not in combat, some

of car accident.

It makes two dead.

That's a small world.

You got details?

No, but Anderson's parents still live in
D .C. Bring him in.

Let's have a chat.

Hey, Jimmy.

McGee, great timing. I was about to call
Parker down for an update.

I like updates.

Would you like an update?

I would love an update. Do an update.

I finally figured out what our mystery
sibling was here.

Commander Davis was killed by a gunshot.

No entry warrant.

That's because there was no bullet.

This man was killed by a blank round.

Not the most effective choice of murder
weapon? No, but it works. Even blank

rounds aren't entirely blank.

Right, they use wadding to hold in the
propellant. Which in this case was

gunpowder, hence the burn on the temple.

So he was shot point blank?

The paper wadding was ejected from the
barrel, shattered his temporal bone,

fragments pierced the brain, death was
instantaneous.

You think this could have been a
suicide, maybe?

I didn't find any GSR on the victim's
hand, so that means someone else pulled

the trigger.

Why try and kill someone with a blank
round?

Starter pistols can use blank rounds.

At least they used to before everything
went digital.

Track coach murdered with a starter
pistol.

Pretty symbolic.

Maybe the killer is trying to send a
message.

What's the message?

This was taken after the Armed Forces
Championships when Jamie broke the Navy

record. We were so proud of him.

Yeah, so was Coach.

You were close with Commander Davis?

We considered him family.

He was just as devastated as we were
when Jamie was killed.

Drunk driver.

We're sorry for your loss.

From what we understand, training under
Coach Davis was something of an honor in

itself. Yeah, Coach only took the best
under his wing.

He had the record to prove it.

Did he ever...

Use performance enhancers as part of his
training regimen?

You mean like steroids?

That's quite an accusation. We're not
accusing anyone.

Well, you'd better have some proof
before you do.

Just the accusation could disgrace the
entire program. That's hundreds of

dedicated athletes, not to mention our
Jamie. Jamie would never dope. And Coach

Davis wasn't one to cut corners.

According to phone records, Commander
Davis called your house two days ago.

Yeah, that's right. I talked to him.

Ever since Jamie died, Hank would call
us every once in a while. You know, to

check in, make sure we were still doing
okay.

Did he mention anything unusual the
other day?

Same old small talk.

We're trying to get justice for Hank.
Anything he might have said could help

Well, I mean, it's nothing specific,
but...

I could tell that he seemed a little
distracted.

But when I asked what was wrong, he said
he didn't want to burden us with his

problems. Any idea what that problem
might be?

Coach wasn't given a drug.

This will prove it.

You guys are way off base.

Look, we're just trying to find out why
he got killed.

Well, maybe the steroids weren't even
his.

Ever think of that?

Yes, but they were hidden in his desk.

We couldn't find anyone else with
fingerprints.

Whatever. You should be out there trying
to catch the killer, not wasting time

here.

Hey, hey.

Breathe.

Breathe.

I get what you're going through.

Doubt that.

Coach was family, right?

Well, I just lost some family, too.

Yeah.

What did you do?

Well, I didn't pick a fight with the
towel dispenser.

I channel my emotions into something
positive.

Something positive like what?

Finding Coach's killer?

Like the time trials you have coming up.

You run your race and you let us run
ours.

Running isn't going to help me forget.

Do you have a sponsor?

Navy athletes can't sign endorsement
deals.

No, not that kind of sponsor.

The one that you call on when you feel
like you're falling back into old

Like drinking.

It's not like that, man.

Something else on your mind?

Coach.

You asked me who had problems with him,
right?

Well... I wasn't totally honest earlier.

I saw Coach get into this argument the
other day.

I've never seen him temper like that.

Who was the argument with?

Ready officer, third class, Cal Stewart,
also stationed in Norfolk, and also an

old Navy athlete in wrestling.

Lightweight? Actually, he's an old
photo. He's moved up a few classes.

He went from a skipping stone to the
rock. All in less than a year.

Think he had a little help?

Take a look at his social media profile.

Notice anything?

I notice good form.

Outside of the gym selfies.

Vintage fit.

Nice car.

Yeah, too nice.

$100 ,000 car and an E4 salary.

Kyle's got a side business.

Maybe that's what the argument with the
coach was about.

He got caught selling.

Or maybe Coach was the customer.

Wouldn't be the first time someone got
into a fight with their drug dealer.

Well, I say we bring Cowell in and ask.

We could, but this is just theory right
now. If we really wanted to talk, we've

got to come up with something concrete.

If this guy is dealing, let's catch him
in the act.

Look, I can go to the gym, make him sell
me steroids, and take him down. I mean,

what is he working on today? By the
track?

Length. According to his most recent
post, it is recovery day in the tub.

Even better. I could use some time in
that jacuzzi.

Great. Mm -hmm.

Thanks.

Don't worry, man.

You'll get used to it.

Then you'll crave it, bro. Seriously.

Yeah. Okay, yeah.

Yeah, I need to get rid of this back
injury, right?

Oh, you use the cold to cut down on the
inflammation?

That's smart. Yeah, doctor's orders.

You're Kyle Stewart, right?

That's the end of your social.

You woke up pretty quick.

Why do I feel like you don't have a back
injury?

You're here for free advice.

I'm here for something else. Something
else.

Something I'm willing to pay for. And I
hear you're the man, you know, who can

find things.

Don't know what you're talking about.
Hey, what's the problem?

You, actually, approaching me in public.

Yeah, how neat.

I bet you do, but I guess you didn't
hear.

Shop's closed.

Hey, I got cash. I got money. I got
money. You name the price.

Here.

We do this, I never want to see your
face again.

Yeah, I can live with that.

Meet me out back in ten minutes.

All right, I'm not sure what you're
into,

but I got some options.

I got some old shoes.

Oh,

got some old boxer shorts.

I was actually looking for, uh... I
know, something a little more used.

Okay, uh... Oh.

Huh?

An Olympic bronze medalist wore this for
two weeks.

Never washed. I could let it go for,
uh... 400.

Dude, are you messing with me? Okay,
fine.

350.

Final offer.

Come on, man. Get that away from me. I
told you I had nothing to do with

Commander Davis' death.

We have an eyewitness who saw you
arguing two days before the murder.

That doesn't mean that I killed him.

Then what were you arguing about?

And why were you selling me dirty
laundry?

I thought that's what you wanted.

I was talking about steroids.

What steroids?

I don't know anything about those. Then
why were you and Davis arguing?

But... And did I mention that...

We are going to charge you with murder.

Okay, Coach caught me sneaking into the
locker room and... removing some

property.

You mean women's sports props?

You sure you wouldn't maybe just rather
confess to murder?

Okay, look, there's a whole market out
there for people who are really into,

like, unwashed... stuff.

Why? I don't ask questions. I'm just an
illicit sailor and an athlete trying to

make ends meet, so...

I sell the sweaty items at the Athletes
League behind.

Right, but David's conching.

And then you kill them.

No.

After we argued, all right, he said if I
stopped selling, he wouldn't turn me

over to the Master at Arms.

Commander, David's giving me a second
chance, all right? I took it. I closed

shop. Well, your trunk looked open to
me.

Those were just some leftovers, all
right? I do most of my sales online.

But I shut all that down.

Jerseys, paint tops, socks.

According to these listings, they've all
been worn by minor celebrities,

musicians, or athletes.

In Kyle's case, elite Navy athletes.

According to his transaction history, he
made almost $1 ,000 a month on these

things he was stealing from the locker
room.

You're in the wrong business.

You think they have a law enforcement
section?

What? You don't really tell your stuff.

Not everything.

I'm sure I have a few things lying
around.

Wow, I'm really learning a lot about
you.

Oh, my.

A little too much.

Why don't we focus on the case?

Kyle Seward, our killer or not? We don't
think so. As of two days ago, he closed

his seller account.

We're selling the truth.

And we don't have any hard evidence
connecting him to the murder.

So this was a wild goose chase?

Well, not exactly. See, when Kyle closed
his account, he left behind some pretty

angry customers.

How angry?

Well, most of them were one -offs, but
there were definitely some that were a

bit more obsessed.

Maybe fan 9 -2.

After Kyle announced he was no longer in
business, Navy Fan 9 -2 started sending

hostile messages.

They threatened to break into the locker
room and steal the old talks

themselves. Maybe they followed through
with that threat and ran into Coach.

Navy Fan 9 -2 got a real name? Working
on it.

Then don't let me stop you.

Torres. Hey.

Just a bad time.

Really?

Uh, what's going on? Are you okay?

Yeah.

I was just thinking about Coach.

Sounds like you're doing more than
thinking.

Where are you?

Have you cleared Coach's name yet?

We're working on it.

Let's take it the law.

You don't focus on that. You just tell
me where you are and I'll come and pick

you up.

Hello?

Hey, Kate.

Is that one of Parker's pastries? It
sure is.

I was wondering who all was going to go
into that box.

Nice of you to take pity.

Oh, this is not a pity pastry. This is a
motivation pastry.

It'll be my reward after we figure out
who killed Commander David.

Nice. You find anything to help us ID in
AP fan 92?

Still working on it. In the meantime, I
ran the urine samples for Felix and

Kyle, but both came back negative. They
weren't you thing.

We still don't know where those PEDs
came from.

I wish I could help, but testosterone,
methanolone, and methylprednisolone are

all easy to come by, which makes them
impossible to trace.

And the only other item in the dop kit
was this old ribbon.

Outstanding participation.

I got one of these in a Fourth of July
sack race when I was nine.

No way to tell who it belongs to. And
the only prints on it were the

commander's. Hope you like stale
kolachki.

Maybe not so stale. You gonna leave?

Yeah, on Navy Fan 92. Still no name, but
I have an address.

Seems our obsessed fan had their
purchases delivered to a mail forwarding

service. Warren come through on the
shipping records?

Uh -huh.

The package's final destination was a
warehouse in Anacostia. All right. Send

the address. Thanks, Keith. Nice work.

Anything?

No light.

No movement.

Those doors fully motorized with
biometric locks.

Not to mention I'm seeing security
cameras at every 10 feet.

This place is a fortress.

Maybe our obsessed sports fan is into
something worse than used jerseys.

All right, well, I guess we got first
watch.

Or you tapped it, huh?

Excuse me?

Well, my earlier comments about your
type seemed to hit a nerve.

Made me think that maybe I should look
at more than your NCIS file.

So you found my high school yearbook?

Didn't realize you were an All -State
champion.

Two -time All -State champion.

You do contain multitudes, Agent McGee.

You look up Taurus at night, too? I'm
working on it.

Might be helpful to know everybody's
hidden talent.

Never know when they'll come in handy.

Looks like someone's home.

No.

Peter, NCIS.

Hey, stop!

You okay?

Yeah. Nice save. You are light on your
feet.

Better like it!

What the hell am I looking at?

Nothing that makes me feel good.

pressurized with concentrated oxygen.

One spark and we all go up in flames.

I'm serious.

Back off.

Take it easy.

Easy. I don't know what's going on here,
but I'm pretty sure no one has to die.

I would rather die and destroy my work
than give it to your bosses.

Your work.

Our bosses.

Oh, don't play games.

I have two advanced degrees and a brain.

You were sent by the Chinese government.

Credentials say NCIS.

And my fake ID in high school said I was
35.

You need to get out of here, otherwise
my finger might slip.

Look, I can see that you're, uh...

You're some kind of a scientist?

And I can see you're not. Well, all I'm
saying is instead of making premature

conclusions, you should do what
scientists do best, research.

What are you talking about?

A simple Internet search would show that
we are legit agents.

I'm not stupid.

Any mercenary worth their salt would
have a backstopped identity.

That's very true, but... Would a
mercenary have a personal homepage

the spotted wood thrush?

What?

You're a bird watcher? Hidden talent.

I'll give you one search.

Okay. Just type in Alden Parker Birdman.

Find it yet?

Nothing is coming up.

Type Alden. That's Alden with an E.

Yes, I got that, but there's nothing
here.

Type the famous ornithologist Theodore
Parker, but it says here he died 30

ago.

Oh, no.

What did you do?

Put it down. Put it down.

We've confirmed that our warehouse
scientist is Navy Fan 92.

Got an ID?

Her real name is Dr. Astrid Fellows.

Started up her own biomedical research
company with Silicon Valley seed money,

but whatever she's working on is being
kept under wraps. That explains the

secret lab.

She doesn't have a criminal record, just
a PhD in molecular biology.

And a master's in paranoia.

Okay, the whole Chinese mercenary thing
was a big misunderstanding. I'm just

going to apologize for that and be on my
way. Sit down. There was no

misunderstanding.

Look familiar?

Hmm.

I've seen those.

You bought those?

A lot of them.

Along with these winning game knee pads
and these running jerseys? All from the

best Navy athletes.

You seemed pretty upset when your supply
suddenly got cut off. You threatened

to... Break into the locker room?

So? So maybe you did. And Commander
Davis caught you, so you took care of

Took care of him?

Wait, is that what this is all about?

You think I actually killed someone?

Why not? You tried to kill me.

No, that was a mistake.

I...

I'm not a killer or an obsessed fan.

I hate sports.

So all of this is for a friend.

They were for science.

We're science.

I am a geneticist studying DNA. I'm
using elite athlete genomes as a

so naturally I need samples.

Worn clothing has lots of DNA.

Can't you join a medical study or
something?

It is not as easy as that.

Genetic research involves a lot of red
tape, regulation, not to mention the

cost. I found a cheaper shortcut.
Someone was already selling exactly what

needed. What exactly are you working on?

We won't be working on anything in
prison.

I'm working on a way to detect genetic
manipulation.

That ship has sailed. We've been
modifying crop genes for decades now.

I mean in people.

Go on.

The same gene editing technology used to
increase plant strength is now being

used on humans to increase their
strength.

Gene doping.

It's banned in sports and highly
regulated by government.

But the trouble is, there's no way to
reliably detect if it is even happening.

Until now.

I'm developing the first universal
CRISPR test.

That's what you were willing to blow us
up for?

It would be a scientific breakthrough
worth millions.

And you think China wants to steal it?
IP theft is their national pastime.

They have been after my research for
years.

I... Have to protect it. Well, it
explains a lot.

Thank you.

Like why you'd be willing to kill.

I didn't kill anybody.

You know, for a scientist, you're not
giving us a lot of proof.

Well, I'm not handing over my research
if that's what you're asking.

We're asking for an alibi.

Morning, Casey.

Hey, Nick.

Some of you are coming too.

Yeah, he had to take the elevator.

Hey, Kate, what you got? What do you
got? I mean, besides the new pimp walk.

Got a hairline fracture on my fifth
metatarsal. Killing me all night. Hey,

Jimmy, take an x -ray.

You want something for the pain?

Got a nighttime cold and flu tablet if
you want to feel good.

I appreciate it, but I'd rather just
hear about our paranoid geneticist.

Well, I got plenty of that. As soon as
Fellows realized her choice was between

an alibi and the big house, she gave us
access to her entire research lab.

So is she telling us the truth?

Mostly.

I can't say whether foreign governments
were coming after her, but she was

studying the DNA of elite Navy athletes.

Science is real.

What about her alibi? Was that real?

Unfortunately, Fellows was in her
research lab at the time of the murder.

So not our killer.

A dead end.

So much for sweet rewards.

Sorry.

Wait, what?

M -C -I -S.

Right. You can remove the cuffs.

I think they've cooled down enough.

So, who wants to go first?

Okay, I was just coming out here to
clear my head and get some cardio.

Next thing I know, he's all in my face
trying to start something.

I did start something.

Finished it, too.

Why?

Chief Barber Coastal, I fought with him.
Okay, I told you I had nothing to do

with what happened.

That's enough of both of you. You're
going to get no press charges, man.

What's the matter with you?

You told me to channel my emotions into
running.

How do you even care what I do?

Because I've been where you are, man.

And I know how hard it is to ask for
help.

I don't want your help.

I want you to clear Coach's name.

I need to know he was the man I thought
he was. Because if I was wrong about

him, then maybe he was wrong about me.
Maybe I don't deserve to be out here.

Maybe I don't belong out here. Don't say
that, okay? Don't go there.

You got talent.

Doesn't matter.

I'm done.

Done with you, with coach, with all of
it. I quit. Come here. I quit.

You want to talk?

About? Felix.

He is going to come around, you know.

Why do you say that?

Well, because you're a good coach.

At who?

Me.

And Parker.

He seems to think it's your hidden
talent.

My what?

Have you seen Parker recently?

Yeah, about an hour ago. Why?

Well, he hasn't been at his desk in a
while, so I'm thinking he's about to

in here at any minute looking for
answers.

Well, we don't have any. We still don't
know where the PEDs came from, and the

scientist's alibi checked out.

No suspects, no leads.

Which is not what a team leader likes to
hear.

Even the type of team leader that makes
small talk and offers pastries.

I contain multitudes, Agent McGee.

Pastry, anyone?

Nobody seemed to like the Kalachkis, so
today we have concha from the best

Mexican bakery in D .C., which is in a
gas station.

It's not a bribe or a test, just a
hidden talent.

I can find the best international pastry
in any town.

That's your hidden talent?

I didn't say it had to be useful.

Would you rather I only come in here to
get upset and bark orders?

A little.

It's what we're used to.

And I get that, but that's not who I am,
so let's work with what we get.

Except we've got nothing.

Case is at a dead end.

So we fix that.

Take a breath, take a concha, and start
from the beginning.

Who wants to go first?

I will.

Oh, I may not have found our killer, but
I earned this.

Mmm.

I have a lead.

So we're trying to figure out who's
using the PEDs, right? But the only way

figure out who's doping would be to test
every Navy athlete.

Yeah, that's a whole lot of samples to
collect. Then I realized we don't have

collect anything. We already have
everything we need.

That was DNA research.

Our paranoid geneticist was analyzing
shed skin cells.

That means she already tested every Navy
athlete that's been through that locker

room in the last two years. Mr. Senator,
thank you, Kurt. It's already in the

mail, because I was able to look through
her reports for signs of doping. You

found some?

Yeah. Why?

So I ran the sample through the military
database and got a hit. The only

athlete to show signs of PED use was
Petty Officer Jamie Anderson.

The runner who was killed in a car
accident last year.

Before then, Jamie was using
testosterone, methanolone, and

The same drugs we found in Coach Davis'
office.

We now have hard evidence that one of
his athletes was cheating.

And one good for the coach.

Oh, and the Navy's going to be pretty
pissed when they find out. Yeah, not to

mention being his parents.

Or maybe they already knew.

Parker, you got something?

Hey, I recognize that look.

That's the same look Gibbs used to get
when...

You figured out something.

Well, I guess something's never changed.

Son had talent.

Jamie still holds the Navy record for
two events, right?

Yeah, you left a legacy.

Thanks for meeting me on short notice,
but like I said on the phone, I think we

found something that belongs to you.

Sorry, I don't recognize this.

That's odd.

I thought it was Jamie's for sure. I
mean, we found it in the same bag as his

drugs. Excuse me?

Jamie was doping.

Must be some mistake.

Like I said before, Jamie would never do
that.

Well, you also said that you didn't
recognize this ribbon. That's two lies.

I'm not lying.

I've never seen that before in my life.
That's not what your wife said.

We have agents with her right now, and
she showed them another picture of your

son.

She said Jamie won this in his first
race ever and always kept it for good

That seems like something a father
should know.

How dare you talk about my son like
that? I'm talking about you now.

You found out Jamie was doping, and you
blame Coach Davis.

No. He was a trusted mentor, a father
figure, but instead of helping Jamie

realize his potential, he was addicting
him to drugs. That's...

That's why you killed him.

Hey, look.

It's a parent's duty to protect their
child, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I didn't.

I didn't protect him.

Coach didn't give Jamie the drugs.

I did.

You doped your own son?

So Coach was the one who found out?

A maintenance crew found Jamie's bag.

Stuck behind an old locker a few days
ago.

Coach saw the ribbon and the steroids,
and he put it together.

Realized what I was making Jamie do.
That's why he called you that day.

Said he was going to report to PDU. Said
it was only fair to inform the other

athletes who competed against Jamie.

Coach was going to let them take away
all I had left of my fun.

So I showed up early to the locker room.

And I begged him. I begged him to keep
quiet.

And when he still refused, I pulled out
the gun.

And I threatened him.

It was loaded with blanks.

I only wanted to scare Coach.

But things got heated, and I swear to
you, I did not mean to kill him.

I thought sports stories were supposed
to be uplifting.

Apparently not this one.

Promising young athlete pushed to cheat
by an overbearing parent.

Beloved coach dead.

Yeah, my foot is broken.

How? Is that sports related?

Well, I may never tap dance again.

You said it was a hairline fracture.
You'll be fine by the weekend.

Yeah, well, it's still gonna hurt.

I always feel like the CEO.

That kid is being busted down a rank for
fighting.

That's harsh. How do you handle it?

I'm worried about him.

We still got work to do.

Is this the part of the sports movie
where the coach gives the rallying

to rally the team?

I'm not one for speeches, but I do have
another idea to keep everybody in the

game. Does it involve baked goods?

It involves you, Agent Torres.

Thank you for coming.

What are we doing here?

I wanted to let you know that we cleared
Commander Davis' name.

I heard.

Thanks. I guess.

You were right about him.

He's still gone.

He's still here.

Robert, you belong.

No, I can't race without a coach.

Well, he believes in you.

Not many people do.

Well, that's when you're wrong.

Wait, what's going on? What are they
doing here?

Well, they're here to watch a rave.

You and me, right here, right now.

Are you being serious?

Oh, yeah.

You know you'd lose, right?

Oh, for sure.

But win or lose, you gotta finish
strong, baby.

Coach could be cheesy.

You're on.

Sure you don't want to join him? Give
him a few pointers?

Maybe next time.

What am I missing?

Agent Knight here was a college track
star at Division I.

Really? You never told us this whole
time.

Humility is one of my hidden talents.

All right, I need someone to count us
off.

You want the honors, McGee?

No, you go.

All right.

On your mark, get set, go!