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JIMMY: Okay.

Okay.

Little bit of shading,
and we have a nose.

What about the eyes?

I want to say they're...

hazel... ish?

Again, this is black and white.

Oh, right.

All right, so...

what about the eyes?

Well, are they far apart,
are they deep set?

Um, almond-shaped?

I don't know.

Kind of...

half-moons?

Great.

Any expression?

Uh...

bright, innocent.

Full of hope. [CHUCKLES]

Hope.

Hopeful.

Maybe...

- soulful?
- Sure.

Soulful.

Like an old soul.

One hopeful old soul coming right up.

You're a regular Renaissance man, Jimmy.

Takes a special talent

to, uh, sketch an actual person

from such a vague description, you know?

No, you're not being vague at all.

And let's wait to see
the finished product

before you go singing my praises.

At the very least, uh,

I appreciate you taking the time.

Well, if it helps
crack the case, why wouldn't I?

Did I say that this was case-related?

No.

I guess you didn't.

Who is this?

Just a...

It's just an old friend.

An old friend?

With an old soul.

I mean, it can't be...

can't be that old.

I might be way off here.

Can I at least get a peek?

Yeah, sure, sure, I mean,

Keep in mind it's...

it's pretty rough, but, uh...

Wow.

Wow as in "not even close wow"?

No, like very close.

Like... [EXHALES]

You nailed it, Jimmy.

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SAWYER: Hey. Hey.

Not too close, Nicky boy.

Oh, man, come on.

Can't have you scratching my baby.

Good morning to you, too, Sawyer.

Oh, every morning is good
for the night crew.

Got me a nice hot chocolate
for the road.

Heading home to my nice warm bed

while you A-teamers face another

long day.

Wait a minute.

That's yours?

Did you not hear me call it my baby?

It's pretty sweet, huh?

But how?

- Where'd you get it?
- Oh, um,

from the badass truck store.

I mean how did you swing it?

I'm pretty sure we both have
about the same salary.

- What can I say?
- [ALARM CHIRPS]

I'm obviously
better with money than you.

Oh, really?

Yeah, some of us

know how to get the most
out of our paychecks.

For example,

I would never overpay for things

like your scooter there.

[ENGINE STARTS, REVVS]

Scooter?

Ciao, baby!

[HONKING]

Ciao, baby.

Good old Sawyer, huh?

What's good about him?

[CHUCKLES]

The usual macchiato, Agent Torres?

Not today, Audrey.

Somehow today feels like
a black coffee kind of day.

KNIGHT: Oh, why do you let
Sawyer get under your skin like that?

Like what? Nobody gets under my skin.

Least of all that dude.

You know, I asked Sawyer
about his truck last week.

Told me his that grandmother
died, left him money.

Oh, that's a pretty nice
parting gift from Grandma.

Why couldn't he just tell me that?

- Because you're his perfect nemesis.
- Yeah.

Granted, he busts everybody's
chops, but with you,

he has got a reliable frenemy

that he can torture
every chance he gets.

Let me guess. We're talking Sawyer?

- How do you know?
- He's your perfect nemesis.

Yeah, that's exactly what I just said.

All right, you both are wrong.

I mean nothing to Sawyer

and Sawyer means nothing to me.

That'll be $6.50.

For black coffee? And a hot chocolate.

Agent Sawyer

forgot his wallet
and said you'd cover him.

KNIGHT: Oh, yeah.

That sounds like nothing.

[PHONES CHIMING]

MCGEE: Dead Navy lieutenant in Fairfax.

I got 'em both, Audrey.

Keep it.

AUDREY: Thank you.

TORRES: Well, obviously, this
poor guy had a nemesis, too.

Oh, rest assured that Sawyer
would never kill you, Nick.

Too much fun keeping you alive.

Fun? I'll give him some fun.

Let it go, Nick. McGee?

Prints confirm his ID.

Lieutenant Robert Mozey, 33 years old.

Naval intelligence officer
from Suitland.

He's sporting a pretty nasty
blunt-force wound here.

So we're thinking classic
"mugging gone wrong"?

Based on what?

Based on no watch, no wallet.

Most likely got hit
on the street and then

stumbled his way back here.

Yeah, or maybe he was killed
somewhere else and dumped

in here to make it look like a mugging.

Can we get a ruling, Dr. Palmer?

I am going with Team
Killed Elsewhere on this one.

- Hey.
- Ooh.

Nemesis knows.

- Traitor.
- Well, it's not because of

the body positioning.
It's because of these bites here.

KNIGHT: What the hell did that?

Very large dog?

- More like a wolf.
- More like an alligator.

Yeah, right. [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Oh, you're serious?

JIMMY: Oh, yeah, based
on the conical tooth

shaping of these
puncture wounds, I'd say

this was an alligator.

Definitely not a lot of
alligators in this part of town.

So more than likely, he was, uh,

you know, killed somewhere else
and dumped here.

I rest my case.

Question is who dumped him?

Wild guess.

Somebody with an alligator.

Ah, thank you.

Uh, it is official

that there is no missing
alligator from the National Zoo.

Well, based on the size
of the individual bite marks,

it was a big one.

And judging by the bite radius,

it was more of, uh, a nip than a chomp.

This was no boating accident!

Jaws?

No?

Once you teed up "bite radius,"

I had to hit it.

Uh...

Either way,

uh, it wasn't the gator's
bite that killed him?

No, that was definitely

the crush injury
to the squamosal suture.

Most likely with a small
club or a blackjack.

Uh, Kasie will be able
to identify the weapon

after she's done running
his blood for cocaine.

Cocaine?

We found this in Mozey's back pocket.

Oh,

that would explain my call with his C.O.

- What'd he say?
- She called him a great intel officer

who had recently
become a bit of a flake.

Requesting lost time, calling in sick.

- Coke habit will do that to you.
- Also found

this henna tattoo on his wrist.

McGee's running the database now.

Looks like a QR code.

It's actually a ticket.

Ticket to what?

Last night's ExcessFest.

It's a private, invitation-only party.

What's with the coordinates?

Got a fancy party, you can't just go

giving away its address.

It's a good guess.

Coordinates lead to a warehouse

just outside Georgetown.

- TORRES: I'm down to check it out.
- Me too.

- Me three.
- Ah.

- [PHONE BEEPING]
- Aw, damn.

That's right.

Uh, listen, you guys

- mind going without me?
- Why, what's up?

I forgot I got a video call with my dad.

He's away on a trip in Vegas
with his seniors group.

- Ooh, viva Las Vegas.
- Yeah, not quite.

He's been a little more
forgetful lately,

so I feel compelled to check in
on him when he's traveling.

Yeah, of course, you know, family first.

Yeah, Nick and I can, uh,
hit the warehouse.

I'll check in with Kasie.

All right, I appreciate it.

"Bite radius."

"This was no boating accident."

Jaws. I... [LAUGHS]

Oh, that's good.

That is good.

[CLEARS THROAT]

ROMAN: I still don't

- get Vegas.
- PARKER: I know, Dad.

They let these

idiots gamble away their pensions.

I'll be at the buffet.

Well, least it's a good buffet, huh?

Good enough. Anyway, how's work?

What's in the folder?

Oh, this?

Yeah.

Uh, it's not work, really.

It's actually something I-I wanted

to show you, maybe.

Maybe?

You're the one who wanted
this video call,

so what do you got?

Okay, well, um...

I asked you once

if you remembered a girl
we may have known named Lily.

You asked me more than once.

Yeah, and it never rang any bells,

so I was wondering if, uh...

...maybe a visual would help.

So that's her, that's your Lily?

Yeah, it looks like.

What do you think?

Nope. Still no bells.

And you think
there might be someone else

who might have known her, like...

Like your mother?

Is that what all this Lily stuff is...

just another ploy to get me
to talk about her?

Well, would that be so bad?

I mean, at this point, Dad,

I'll take answers on either subject.

- And you think I got them?
- I told you about the dream

I had on the ship.

Mom and this girl were in it.

Now, if there's any connection,
I was hoping that maybe

you could fill in some blanks,
you know...

I've told you I don't want
to talk about your mother.

Yeah, well, maybe
what you want should take

a back seat to what I need.

I mean, you can blather on
about every subject except

actually the one
that might matter to me?

If I could, I would.

I blocked out those years.

And what little I do remember,

you're better off not knowing,
believe me.

Let me be the judge of that.

Oh... I can't, Aldie, I...

Can't or won't?

I got to go. I...

How do I hang this stupid thing up?

Wait, wait, Dad, j...

This has to be the place.

Well, at least it used to be.

Let me guess. Your niece and nephews

lost their phones last night.

I got about ten of 'em back there.

No nieces or nephews,
just some questions.

You're the man in charge here?

Of the clean-up, yeah.

They throw these ragers to help a bunch

of pampered rich kids feel more edgy.

Then they hire my crew
for the cleanup after them.

- Who's "they," exactly?
- Some more pampered rich kids.

Look, I can give you their screen names,

but that's about all I know about 'em.

I'm assuming this is where
you kept the alligator?

Yeah, till some crazy kid let it loose.

Heard some guy got bit.

Well, that's the guy.
Does he look familiar?

No, not to me.

But I steer clear of the actual party.

But why would a grown-ass Navy man

be at a free-for-all like this?

Well, that's what
we're here to find out.

I don't see any security cams.

And you won't here. These kids hate 'em.

No cameras, no paparazzi.

But somehow they still
plaster themselves

all over social media.

- Mm, hashtag what... "ExcessFest"?
- That or "Gator Bash."

You look that up,
you'll find all the highlights

and lowlights you're looking for.

Mm.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

KNIGHT: Looks more like Mardi Gras.

MCGEE: Yeah, meets the circus.

Is there a difference?

No Mardi Gras I've been to

featured a woman trapezing herself

over a live alligator.

You must have hit the wrong bars.

How's your dad, by the way?

- [MUSIC STOPS]
- He's... he's great.

Yeah, really, he's great.

Back up one photo.

- You see our guy?
- There.

Upper-right corner.

Yeah, there he is, Lieutenant Mozey.

KNIGHT: Wearing the same
clothing we found the body in.

Who's he with?

PARKER: Miss Hollywood, maybe.

She knows Mozey.

Hang on. There's a few more
shots from different angles.

What is he doing?

Taking the coke vial
that Jimmy found in his pocket.

MCGEE: Little drug deal caught on
camera.

PARKER: McGee, you got a better shot
of who's handing it off?

Wait a minute. Hold on, hold on.

Is that...

Sawyer?

Sure looks like him.

What is he doing there?

Uh, more importantly, what the hell

- is he doing peddling coke?
- Even more importantly,

maybe this is how he really
paid for his truck?

Just saying.

You gonna tell me why I'm here?

Well, for starters, what kind of a man

lies about their grandmother dying?

We checked, Sawyer.

She's alive and well in Homer, New York.

That's my father's mother.

My mom's mother really did pass away.

Five years ago.

We checked on that, too.

And only now you're buying a truck?

Okay. I think we're getting
a little off-topic here.

We checked the key card log, Sawyer.

And you didn't show up for work

- until 2:00 a.m. last night.
- So?

I took some lost time.

For a personal matter.

Agents do it all the time.

What's the big deal?

"What's the big deal"?

That's the big deal.

Ooh, man.

Okay.

That looks bad, huh?

Dealing coke is worse than bad.

But you know me, Torres.

Look, we may kid around
with the fake insults.

- Fake?
- But you know

that I would never deal drugs.

Especially after the way
I lost my sister.

Then what are you doing in the photo?

- At this party?
- I've been moonlighting, okay?

As private security for a rich family.

Last night, I was assigned to babysit

- their daughter at that freak show.
- Babysit?

Yeah, family wants to
keep her out of trouble,

so I took that coke

off some creep that was trying
to sell it to her.

That's me handing it off to my partner.

Look, that's the daughter,
Shayna Reynolds.

That's my buddy Mozey.

Navy intel guy.

He's who got me the gig. Yeah, the gig

that paid for your truck?

Okay, fine, there's no dead grandma.

- You happy?
- Was this photo

taken before or after your
buddy was bit by the alligator?

Would you believe that Shayna's the one

that actually released the damn thing?

She fancies herself a
champion for animal rights

or some...

Whoa, wait.

How did you know that he got bit?

Mozey's dead.

What?

Which is why it is
important for you tell us

- when you last saw him.
- No, how-how could he be dead?

I just... I mean, we left right after.

I came to work and he...
Mozey took the girl home.

Wait, wait, he even texted me.

No, here it is, right here.

"Bird's in the nest.

I'm off to the ER for stitches."

That was 3:15 last night.

We need to talk to Shayna.

SAWYER: Yeah, you and me both.

TORRES: Oh, no,
you're gonna be busy talking

to Vance about keeping your job.

And there's no time like the present.

Director, I know that

moonlighting is frowned upon, but...

It's more than frowned upon,
Agent Sawyer.

It's a violation of policy.

And it's a threat to the
integrity of your fellow agents.

That was never my intention, sir.

I was just trying to
grab some extra cash,

but I understand if you need to...

- suspend me or...
- Suspend you?

No.

Since you know the players,

you will continue
under a letter of caution,

and you will conduct yourself
like a rookie on probation...

...while you assist
these agents with the case.

Is that understood?

Understood, sir.

[INHALES, GROANS]

Man, you got off easy.

Yeah, but

I just can't believe Mozey's dead.

Yeah, I know, right?

You ready to get back to work?

Probie?

[SHORT CHUCKLE]

WOMAN: No less than a thousand shares,
Harvey.

I...

Let me call you back. I...

have visitors.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Gentlemen?

NCIS.

Ms. Reynolds, we, uh,

went to your house
looking for your daughter

and your staff sent us here.

Oh, no, what did Shayna do now?

Braden, I need you.

My chief of security.

I'll want him to hear this.

Oh, no, not this guy.

[DOOR OPENS]

What is it, ma'am? Everything okay?

Well, you tell me. I ask you

to keep Shayna out of trouble,

and here's NCIS looking for her.

I-I'm sure she's in no trouble.

I put my two best people on her.

Well, unfortunately,
one of your best people

was found dead this morning.

What? Who?

Well, not him. He's okay.

You mean Mozey?

But how?

You.

- Mm?
- You were with him.

You're... Seaver, is it?

Sawyer.

Hold on a minute.

You mean to tell me that you assigned

a man you barely know
to protect my daughter?

No. He came highly recommended.

And in all fairness, I've only been

part-time for a few weeks...

Hey, forget that.
If-if your man is dead,

- my daughter could be kidnapped.
- SAWYER: No, ma'am,

the last text I got from Mozey

told me that he got her home safely.

MCGEE: So let's all
just take a deep breath.

All right? And maybe try calling her?

Well, I can try,
but she never answers for me.

Girl just drives me crazy.

Better hope she's okay.

[SCOFFS]

No.

Straight to voicemail.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Oh,

and there's my call from Zurich.

Oh, God, why does she do this to me?

Well, we can locate her phone

at our office if you send us her number.

Okay, give them the damn number.

And then go find my daughter,
all-all of you.

Go, go.

Go!

Here's Shayna's number and mine.

I demand coordinated efforts on this.

You will be first to know.

Mozey brought you in to watch his back,

- Sawyer, you know that.
- Oh, I know

too well, believe me.

Maybe don't talk
to a federal agent that way.

He's no federal agent to me, pal.

Not while he's on Kate's payroll.

Remember, complete transparency.

- You keep me in the loop.
- Absolutely.

One hundredpercent.

We will call you, okay?

[SIGHS] Never want
to see that guy again.

You moonlight for that clown?

Ah, he's a little nicer
when his men aren't killed.

And thanks, Torres, but I'm a big boy.

I don't need you sticking up for me.

I wasn't sticking up for you, probie.

I was sticking up for all of us.

Why did this girl need to be watched?

I mean, her mother immediately
assumed she was in trouble.

Well, apparently, she got in
a lot when she was a teenager.

But now, in her 20s, she seems okay.

Yeah, when she's not
releasing alligators.

KNIGHT: The boys are stuck in traffic,

but McGee tried pinging Shayna's cell

from his laptop, and no dice.

No hits on her BOLO, either.

Maybe she didn't actually make it home.

Apparently, it's not exactly a love-fest

between her and the mother.

Imagine that. Family friction.

Speaking of...

Your dad's great, huh?

I knew you wouldn't buy that.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Kase.

Yeah. On our way.

To be continued?

Well, Jess, only to say that
if you ever have questions

for your folks, be sure to
ask before they're too old

to remember or too cranky to care.

- What's the good news, Kase?
- I don't know how good it is,

but I might know where
Lieutenant Mozey was

before he was killed.

- Sounds like a good start.
- Okay.

Well, then, let's start
with his muddy boots.

Now, Mass Spec found
some microorganisms on there

that don't match the alleyway
where Mozey was found.

I am sensing a "but" coming.

But the mud does contain

feces from a rare, endangered species

known as the mountain chorus frog.

Mountain chorus frog?

A name so nice,
you'll say it twice. Now,

this cute little dickens
is only found locally

in a swampy Maryland land reserve

that is owned by... wait for it...

- Shayna's family.
- Ooh! I said wait.

Well, they're wealthy,
and it was a guess.

Hmm. It's a good guess.
Yes, the Reynolds' company

owns all 3,500 acres
of land, swamp and a cabin

that is close to a pond
that is home to...

The mountain chorus frog.

Third time's the charm.

So Mozey was likely at that cabin?

And likely not alone.

On a hunch, I checked
Shayna Reynolds' social media

and found this photo,
which suggests that,

apparently, the cabin
was her happy place.

Could Shayna have killed Mozey?

I don't know. But if Torres,

McGee and Sawyer are still in traffic,

you think they'd mind a detour?

All right, you guys split up,
circle around back,

I'll have the front.

Eh, the girl knows me. I'll take front.

We're calling the shots here, probie.

Hey, enough with the "probie" stuff.

Hey, I'll say when's
it's enough, probie.

Okay, you know what?
Hey, just knock it off,

all right? Go, go.

Shayna Reynolds?

Get away from me!

Drop it! Hey, drop it, drop it.

SAWYER: NCIS!

Sawyer?

What do you... what do you mean NCIS?

I-I thought you worked for me.

Not today, Shayna.

Anyone else in there?

Uh, n-no. Just me.

Waiting for Bobby.

- Mozey?
- Yes.

Have you heard from him?

Sawyer.

Talk to me. Where's Bobby?

He's dead, Shayna.

- [GASPS] No.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[CRYING]

We should call your mother.

What? Are you kidding me?

She'll be glad to know
that you're alive.

No, no, no, you don't...
you don't understand.

Understand what?

If Mozey's dead,

t-that means they'll want me dead, too.

Who?

My family.

My mother.

I brought Bobby here after
the party to treat his ankle,

but he got a text and had to run out.

Why here and not a hospital?

We had other reasons.

You two were sweet on each other.

I knew it.

I could always tell.

Sawyer?

Get her a water.

- Who texted him?
- He didn't say.

I fell asleep soon after,
only to have him wake me

with a call to my burner.

[CHUCKLES] Burner phone.

Undercover lover's best friend.

I knew it.

- What did he say, Shayna?
- He was

really triggered.

Told me to turn off my regular cell

and not answer the door
until he got back.

And then he just hung up.

You think it has something
to do with your family?

But why would they want Mozey dead?

I've been trying to stop their company

from selling this land
to a big condo developer.

And not just for sentimental reasons.

There's a pond nearby that's
home to an endangered species.

- Mountain chorus frog.
- Yeah.

- You remember that?
- Yeah, Parker texted it to me.

- Twice.
- Yes, the mountain chorus frog.

I set up a motion-sensor camera
on the pond last weekend

and I got some really great
footage. You can look.

Well, nice frogs,

but are they

really worth killing over?

You tell me.
Bobby was gonna run this video

up his chain of command in the Navy

along with an EPA report I found,

to try and save the land
from being developed.

- Killing your family's deal.
- Yeah.

And to them, that's worth
killing over, believe me.

It's why Bobby and I had
to keep things on the DL.

TORRES: I don't know.

Your mom seems like a tough lady,

but willing to kill people
over a land deal?

- No, much less her own daughter.
- My mother

answers to international shareholders

who don't give a damn
about me, my family...

E-Excuse me.

If I may?

Probie.

I'm no family counselor,

but it sure sounds to me like a simple,

loving conversation with Mom
would fix everything.

Then you don't know her
very well at all.

She's a malignant narcissist

who will say anything to get her way.

You don't understand
how serious the danger is.

KATE: Thank you, agents.

And thank God she's all right.

Her and that silly cabin...
I should have known.

Uh, Ms. Reynolds, you should also know

that your daughter told our agents about

certain... differences of opinion

between the two of you.

No need to sugarcoat it.

Shayna has been at war with me...

and herself, periodically...

since she was a teenager.

She went from honor student

to years of rebellion,
and she's still constantly

in search of herself.

Starting a rock band one day
and saving the whales the next.

Whales and now frogs.

Ugh, those damn frogs.

Shayna finally seemed
like she was maturing,

until she heard about our land deal.

But as you can see,

the development site is
nowhere near her precious pond.

Nor the cabin.

There's a third of a mile between them.

You know, I-I'm not a perfect mother,

but I do so want Shayna to realize that

it's love and family that's forever.

[KNOCKING]

Dad, what's up? You okay? Come in.

I caught a red-eye.

Vegas wasn't for me.

But I did win 50 bucks
off one of those airport slots.

Oh. Great.

But did you come all the way
here just to tell me that?

Come on. Sit-sit down.

Talk to me. What is it?

Uh, nothing, I... [GRUNTS SOFTLY]

I just got to thinking.

[CLEARS THROAT] Didn't get
much sleep on the, uh...

- on the flight.
- [SIGHS]

Well, look, that's my fault. Um...

I'm-I'm sorry for pushing you...

No, no, no, no, you had e-every right.

And, uh...

I'm ready, I guess, to-to talk.

You sure?

[EXHALES SHARPLY] Hell no.

I'm not sure, but, uh...

I just didn't see what good

it would do for you
and your sister to...

...to know the truth.

The truth?

About how...

your mom really died.

Well, you always said it was a stroke

a few years after she ran out on us.

You were sad, but...

not as traumatized
as you would have been

over what really happened.

Okay. So, what really happened?

Your mom came home drunk one day,

dragging you behind her.

Said you'd been visiting friends.

What friends?

If you don't know, damned if I do.

I had the feeling she'd been

stepping out on me,

but the... at the time,
I was a lot madder

about her driving drunk with our kid.

You.

I don't have any memory of that at all.

Well, consider it a blessing.

And we fought like crazy.

Got real ugly.

Until she drove off in a rage,

with me hollering

that if she left,

to never come back.

Last words she'd ever hear me say.

Sorry, Dad.

Hour or so later,
sheriff came to the door.

Drove me a few towns over to...

find your mom's car
wrapped around a tree.

By the look of it, he figured...

she was killed instantly.

Where exactly was this crash, huh?

Uh, off Route 9.

Uh, around Deerfield.

We moved so much with
all my Navy transfers

that there was no funeral.

I only wanted to protect
you kids from...

from the shame of it all.

And now I... and now... I know I...

I did it too well.

You did fine, Dad. It's okay.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Hey, uh,

- get to work. I got to go.
- No. No, no, no.

It's okay. It's-it's...

No, take the call, Aldie.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I, uh, I'm going home
to get some shut-eye.

Take it.

[DOOR OPENS]

Yeah.

Oh. Good morning to you, too.
You sleep in?

No. No, just...

What's up?

McGee found something on the video

that he took from Shayna yesterday.

MCGEE: There's a full hour
of it and it shows a lot more

- than just frogs.
- KNIGHT: Yeah, something

she definitely would have
mentioned had she seen it.

And what was that?

Sure looks to us like somebody
dumping a body in the frog pond.

If Lieutenant Mozey saw this,

it might have been what got him killed.

All right, I'm on my way.

Torres and Sawyer still at the cabin?

They were our first call.
They're headed to the pond now.

- This is a really nice truck.
- Yeah, thanks.

I-I love it.

You bought it for him.

What?

[CHUCKLES] Nothing, he's kidding.

So, what are we looking for, exactly?

Oh, we'll know it when we see it.

Okay, well, the-the dock's over there

and then the motion-sensor camera
is over there.

Guess I was too focused on the frogs

to notice anything else.

Yeah, we figured.

Why don't you, uh, wait in the truck?

We'll go check out the dock.

You sure?

Yeah, good idea.

Ah, just do me a favor

and try not to spill your coffee.

It's matcha.

Okay, well, same.

Okay.

This is about where
the body was dumped from.

It's probably only four
or five feet deep,

but good luck seeing
through that pea soup.

Yeah, which is what our
body dumper was counting on.

You're gonna have to feel around.

Whoa. What... Me?

Like, actually get in?

Well, you have any better ideas?

Yeah. Call in the dive team.
If there's a body,

- they'll find it.
- There's no time for that.

Well, then, let's at least
rock paper scissors for it.

No, I already won, probie.

Oh. Yeah, I see what this is.

Do you want off probation
or not, Sawyer?

What, at your discretion?

- Is that how you treat friends?
- What friends?

I'm no friend.

I'm your perfect nemesis.

My what?

Look, I-I'm trying
to help you out here, okay?

I don't even know why.

Unless you want to go back to, uh,

taking orders from that rich
lady, you need to hop in.

Okay, say what you will about that lady,

but look again at my badass truck.

That gig pays like crazy

and I could hook you up, no problem.

All right, I'm gonna call Vance.

Okay, okay, I'll get in.

Oh, man, it's freezing.

Yeah, don't step on any frogs.

You just be quiet, okay?

Nemesis.

You're my nemesis all right.
You just wait and see.

Just quit bitching and go deeper.

Go deeper and feel around
with your feet.

I feel nothing but slimy mud
up to my ankles down here.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

I feel something.

Solid,

kind of plastic. I got my foot under it.

- You think you can lift it?
- Yeah, just hang on. I think I...

[GRUNTS]

Oh, man! Oh, man...

Whoa. Uh, you're good,
you're good, you're good.

Come on, get it over here. Lift it up.

- Lift it up.
- [GRUNTS]

- Hey, you're okay, man.
- [GROANS]

Sawyer.

Good job.

Hopefully, Kasie or McGee
will, uh, get an ID

before Jimmy even gets here.

SHAYNA: That poor woman.
How could I not see what was

Right under my nose? I'm so stupid,

so useless, so...

Hey, hey. No, you're not.

Yes. Yes, I am. I mean,
I'm so focused on finding myself

and some higher meaning,
I don't even see

what's in front of my face, I mean...

Well, that's what your 20s are for.

It's nothing to beat yourself up about.

TORRES: Well, I...

hate to agree with him...

...but, uh, he's right.

We all did it, searched
for, uh, for our true calling.

Find a reason to be.

Some of us are still doing it.

Watched pot never boils.

Neither does facial recognition.

Are you sure
we didn't wake you this morning?

You sounded different.

Fresh off a follow-up with my dad.

Like no talk we ever had before.

Literally.

And?

And...

be careful what you wish for.

Kase, hey. You get any hits?

I'm not having much luck.

Oh, you are my good luck, McGee.

You got a hit? Who's our victim?

Okay. Uh, Clara Braden,

46, lives in Towson, Maryland.

- Does that mean anything to anyone?
- Not to me.

- Wait a second. Braden?
- Yeah, she's a paralegal.

- Married, no kids.
- Married to who?

The husband's name is Peter Braden.

- Pete.
- Who's Pete?

- Kate Reynolds' head of security.
- PARKER: Let's go.

- Kasie?
- Yes, I will call Torres and Sawyer.

Jimmy should be at the cabin by now.

TORRES: All right, Kasie,
thank you for update.

SHAYNA: That poor woman.

I-I can't believe it.

I-I met her at
the Christmas party last year.

But Pete always seemed so nice.

You know, for someone basically
in charge of stalking me.

Nice to you, maybe.

It's called "kissing up
and kicking down."

I am gonna need some help

getting her body back to my van.

Sawyer?

- Right.
- Hey, no, no. You know what, Jimmy,

the probie's had enough for today.

Not quite, nemesis.

I still got to earn my way back, right?

One, two, three.

Put her down.

Now!

Hands in the air.

Okay. Take it easy, Pete.

Toss your guns. This way.

Now.

Pete, why? What are you doing?

Shut up! You spoiled brat.

If it wasn't
for your stupid frog camera,

we wouldn't be here.

So much for him being nice to you.

I may be spoiled, but at
least I'm not a wife killer.

She came at me first.
It was an accident.

So she accidentally fell
into your blackjack?

SAWYER: Yeah, like the one
you used on Mozey?

PETE: Once he showed me that video,
I had no choice.

And now...

And now what?

Can't kill all of us.

Not if I don't have help.

Sawyer.

I'll double your pay.

Triple it.

Triple?

Really?

Sawyer.

Oh. Now you remember my name,

nemesis boy.

No more probie, huh?

You'll always be a probie in my book.

Go, go, go, go.

How's your jaw?

You enjoyed that, didn't you?

Yeah, kind of.

Pete? What's your plan?

What's your plan? I've
got you pinned down.

Not the other way around.

Aw, he's right.

If you cover me,
I can get behind your truck.

No, no, no, please, not my truck.

Seriously?

[SIGHS] Okay, okay,

but you cover me and I'll go.

If my baby's going down, then...

I'll be right behind you.

Go.

[GROANS] Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

[GRUNTING]

Yeah, he's hit.

[GROANS]

Son of a bitch.

That's no way to talk
to a federal agent.

- Oh.
- Sorry about your truck.

- No, you're not.
- KNIGHT: Braden's

mercenary training likely made him think

he could get away with anything.

Yeah, apparently,
he and his wife's messy divorce

got a whole lot messier.

Can't believe I actually
trusted someone like that

to be the head of our security.

Well, if there's any silver lining,

at least you get another chance

to mend fences with your daughter.

After so many missed opportunities,

I won't let this one go by,
I can promise you that.

Neither will I.

Oh, baby, I'm just so glad you're okay.

I'm so sorry, Mom, gosh,

I'm so, so sorry.

Uh, Ms. Reynolds,
if there's nothing else...

Thank you, agents.

Thank you so much.

Uh, thank you, Nick.

Dale.

Dale?

Anytime.

And I'm sorry about Mozey.

Yeah, me too.

Sorry about your truck.

Me too.

But it was worth it.

Uh, wait. One more thing.

Thank you for saving my girl.

Just doing our jobs.

Well, if either of you are interested

in another job, I'll be needing
a new head of security.

Don't hesitate to call.

[CHUCKLES] Will do, ma'am.

Oh, really? Will do?

Eh, I was being polite.

Sawyer, listen,

that talk we had
at the cabin about finding,

you know, your higher purpose,

your true calling.

- Yeah, what about it?
- Well, you said something about...

About some of us still looking.

Yeah.

Look, if you meant that,

take the job, man.

But to me,

there's no higher calling
than what we do.

And...

- ...well, you do it pretty well.
- [CHUCKLES]

Right back at you, my nemesis.

Good call, probie.

[TYPING]

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

"Police identified Eleanor Parker, 38,

"at the site of a violent crash

"off Route 9

"in Deerfield.

"Witnesses reported
no screech of brakes,

"which led police to believe
that she exceeded

"the limit upon impact...

...killing her instantly."

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