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Hello?

Eleni, you here?

Eleni?

Ah, Virgil.

Sorry, Mr. Parker.

Had to get this out of the oven before it burned.

Looks like you might've lost the patient, Doc.

Damn.

Where's, uh, Eleni this morning?

Out making deliveries.

Ah.

I'm kind of busy, Mr. Parker. What can I get you?

Um, baklava, kantaifi, uh, korab... uh, kora...

Kourabiedes. Um, did you...?

Don't worry. Eleni made them.

Okay.

Yeah, I'll take a dozen.

Yeah, those, uh... the loukoumades...

they were a big hit in the office last week.

Eleni adds just the right amount of ouzo.

Thankfully, nobody got drunk.

It's gonna be $18.42.

Okay, Virgil.

I'll get out of your hair now.

Sorry, Mr. Parker.

I didn't mean to be rude. It's just...

one of those days.

I get it. I've had a few of those.

Good luck.

Oh, and, um,

if you get a chance, tell Eleni I stopped by, okay?

Will do, Mr. Parker.

I got rid of him.

Please don't hurt me.

Okay, but you know we're not done talking about this.

No, not even close.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Hi, Jess. Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's great.

Except my sister is dating somebody,

and she won't admit it.

Ooh. Who's the lucky new fella?

Well, that's the thing. She won't tell me.

Well, then, how do you know she's dating somebody?

Oh, because I know the signs.

She's cancelling plans last minute,

vague excuses,

and she's got this dreamy look in her eye.

I'm telling you,

she is dating somebody.

And if it's anything like that last guy.

Ooh, murderous psycho fiancé that ruined Thanksgiving?

Yeah, let's hope not.

I mean, this is what Robin does.

You know, she dives headfirst into a relationship,

and it always ends in heartbreak.

And I'm the one who has to clean up the mess.

No messes today. I brought napkins.

And you're gonna need 'em.

Kourabiedes are covered

in powdered sugar.

- What did I interrupt? - Uh, nothing.

Or at least nothing a large dose of sugar won't fix.

Hmm. Greek again, huh?

Yeah, same blue box six days in a row?

That's some kind of record.

Well, I guess my sister isn't the only one

- with a new crush. - So who's the lucky new fella?

Oh, don't try to change the subject.

So, What's this baker's name again? Ellen? Elaine?

Eleni. She's a genius in the kitchen.

Her cakes are really moist, baklava... mmm.

She got great buns.

Okay, just eat the cookies.

Yeah, yeah, I'm just saying, it's nice and moist.

Parker? Yeah, what is it?

Did Eleni give you this box?

No.

Her assistant, Virgil, did.

His idea of a joke?

Federal agents!

If anyone's in there, come out with your hands up!

Federal agents! We're coming in!

I think we beat the local police.

Guessing it didn't look like this when you were in here.

- Knight? - Kitchen's clear.

Coming out.

All clear.

You're gonna want to see this.

That's Virgil.

They cleaned out the cash drawer.

Looks like they also tried to take a hammer to the safe.

Yeah, MPD told me that in the past month,

they've responded to three robberies in this neighborhood.

Any of those end in murder?

The difference here is that, uh,

Virgil tried to stop the robbery.

I can confirm that. Virgil put up quite the fight

before he was put in the batter.

He wasn't shot, was he?

No. Why?

Got a bullet in the wall over here.

So the robber comes in,

finds Virgil in the kitchen, holds him up.

Parker walks in,

robber tells Virgil to get rid of him.

Parker leaves, Virgil makes a move.

Gun goes off, there's a struggle.

Parker, you couldn't have known.

His killer was in here the entire time,

and I was out there buying cookies.

Jess is right.

Virgil wrote that secret message for a reason.

He didn't know you were a federal agent.

If he'd tipped you off when you were still here

in the store, you'd probably both be dead.

Virgil saved your life.

Just let me go. Let me through.

- This is my bakery. - Officer, Officer.

It's all right. It's all right.

- It's okay. - Alden?

What are you doing here? What's going...?

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. Virgil? - Eleni. Eleni.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Virgil came in

three weeks ago.

He saw my "Help Wanted" sign.

Only he was the one who needed the help.

I mean, nobody would hire him.

Because of the felony conviction?

He told you about that?

His record came up when we confirmed the I.D.

He just wanted a fresh start.

Nobody would give him a chance.

Why did you?

He was just curious and eager to learn.

When he first started, he didn't know a croissant from a cannoli.

And yesterday, he made his first batch of tsoureki.

It wouldn't have passed the smell test with my Yaya.

But... they weren't bad, you know?

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's not your fault.

Money's been really tight.

I've always been, you know,

one unpaid bill away from losing the place.

And knowing Virgil, that's why he...

that's why he tried to stop the robbery.

We're gonna find whoever did this.

Agent Alden Parker.

Why didn't you tell me you were a federal agent?

I don't know. I guess I didn't want to scare you off.

Scare me off from what?

Sorry to interrupt. Uh, you got a second?

- Uh, excuse me. - Mm.

Two homicide detectives from MPD just showed up.

You know, technically, it's their case.

Yeah.

Unless you want to fight 'em for it.

- Yo, yo. - Nick, what a surprise.

Agent Parker told me he was coming down.

Well, he's still talking to MPD.

Oh. Do they want the body back? 'Cause I kind of already...

No, no, no. They were happy for us to work the case.

Parker's just getting downloaded on the other robberies. Oh.

Okay. Well, I, for one, am glad that our team

is handling this case. Mr. Wilson here is a hero.

Yeah, no kidding.

Gunman in the kitchen. He must have

a hell of a poker face to, uh... to hide that from Parker.

Yeah, that is one thing that we have in common.

Poker face. I got to practice mine this morning.

Nick, you would have been so proud of me.

What are you talking about?

Okay, so, so, Jess was down here, she's venting

about this new jerk that Robin must be dating.

What?

Don't worry. Don't worry. I didn't tell her

that you are the new jerk that Robin's dating.

- Not-not that you're a jerk. - What did you say to her?

I told you that in confidence.

Hey, Nick, hey, it's me. I got you, buddy, okay?

Your-your secrets are locked safe in the vault.

But I do think that you should talk to her, okay?

You know, knowing Jess, she will be so relieved

that Robin's dating you and not, uh, some psycho.

We're not dating. It hasn't even been that long.

Why make it a thing, Jimmy?

Okay, but... No.

No buts. Speaking of psychos,

did the killer really drown Virgil in cake batter?

Yes. Cause of death was indeed asphyxiation.

I vacuumed nearly a cup out of his lungs.

Hmm. Doesn't that seem...?

Unnecessary? Bizarre? Sadistic? Yeah.

Especially for a robbery.

Yeah, and our robber wasn't much of a robber.

He took everything from the cash register,

but he left Virgil's wallet.

The way they killed him seems personal.

Maybe they weren't after the money.

Yup. Been a parole officer for 15 years now.

I've seen convicts of every stripe.

Most of 'em are headed in one direction:

back to the big house.

Virgil Wilson...

he was on the right path, especially once

he got the job at the bakery.

Bet you were happy about that.

Yeah, I got a sweet tooth all right.

Mm-hmm. You're in good company, Officer Mandel.

Must've packed on five pounds

since Virgil started working there.

Eleni... makes a mean baklava.

You tried her kantaifi?

Oh, yeah. My favorite's walnut.

No. No way. Pistachio.

Hey, do you have any idea

how she makes those little birds' nest things?

That is a great question.

Here's another.

Who would want to kill Virgil?

Well, I thought this was just a robbery.

Uh, it's possible the robbery was a smoke screen.

What, you mean someone went there to kill him?

No. The kid was harmless.

Really?

Because he spent almost two years in prison

for grand theft auto.

Come on, give him a break.

He just fell in with a bad crowd.

Who?

No idea.

Virgil was the only one to get caught,

and far as I know, he never snitched.

I doubt they'd want to kill him over a stolen car.

Two years is plenty of time to graduate to something bigger.

Maybe these friends dragged Virgil back into the life.

If so...

I missed it.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Leon, what are you doing here?

Trying to figure out why there's an entire bakery

in our forensics lab.

All right, I-I know that, uh, on paper,

this case doesn't exactly fall in our jurisdiction,

but you got to understand,

the victim reached out to me.

He asked an NCIS agent for help.

And from where I stand, that makes it our case.

Agent Parker... 24 hours... that's all I'm asking, Leon.

This kid saved my life.

Are you done?

- Yeah. - Good.

I agree.

- You do? - Mm-hmm.

Then why are you here?

I was walking by and I smelled freshly baked bread.

Can you resist the smell of freshly baked bread?

- I cannot. - Exactly.

Yeah, I've been hearing a lot of good things about this bakery,

and its baker.

It's one of the best in D.C.Mm.

I was really hoping to try those cookies, too.

Don't eat them.

We know, Kasie. It's evidence.

Yeah, well, yeah, but that might not be the only reason.

Before Jimmy did his autopsy,

I swabbed Virgil's body for traces of the killer's DNA...

didn't find any...

but I also collected some of the sugar covering his body,

and, well, let's just say it wasn't all sugar.

Cocaine.

You think Virgil was killed

because he was dealing drugs out of the bakery?

Maybe, but here's the thing:

The cocaine came from a bag of sugar

that broke open during the fight.

It was mixed into the sugar.

How much are we talking?

I tested all the bags of sugar.

Parker, there was over $100,000 worth of cocaine

in that bakery.

Well, it seems your new sugar mama

forgot to mention her secret ingredient.

Eleni, thanks for coming.

We just, uh, have a few questions.

So Agent Knight said.

Um, we couldn't have done this over the phone?

Have a seat, please.

What's this about, Alden?

Do you know what this is?

It's a meringue cookie.

Looks like one from my bakery.

Eleni, this meringue is made from 67% cocaine.

Uh... You're serious?

Afraid so.

Two dozen of these would be worth over $10,000.

We tested all the pastries in your kitchen.

They were clean, except for this meringue.

We've seen drugs disguised

in a lot of different ways over the years,

but this one takes the cake.

So you're saying that Virgil was dealing drugs out of my bakery?

Eleni, this article came out before you hired Virgil.

In it, you claim to make "the best Meringue in D.C."

True.

Well, it's like I told Alden earlier today

that, you know, Virgil was a quick study.

You also told me money was tight.

Then last week, you received a deposit for $25,000

from an offshore shell company.

That's a lot of dough,

even for a baker.

Don't say another word.

Who the hell are you?

Agent Parker, this is...

Leslie Walker, Walker & Associates.

Ms. Kostakis is my client.

Director, refresh my memory,

but what exactly does the "N"

in "NCIS" stand for?

'Cause I thought it was "Navy," but that can't be right,

seeing as neither my client nor the victim

have any connection to the Navy.

And correct me if I'm wrong, Agent Parker,

but isn't it true that you were a witness to the crime?

No, no, that's not accurate.

So already we've got problems with jurisdiction

and improper procedure.

Everything has been done legally, Mr. Walker.

Why don't we let the judge be the judge of that.

Specifically Judge Gorman at the District Court.

I believe you just spoke to her?

Yes, we have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.

Wonderful.

Time to go.

Wait, Eleni, hey, hey.

Is this what you want?

Don't answer that.

How well do you really know this woman?

Eleni Kostakis.

Second-generation Greek immigrant.

One of five siblings.

Still trying to track them down.

They all moved back to Greece a few years ago,

after her sister got sick.

Continue.

Honestly, that's it.

Single, never married, no criminal record.

At least on paper, she's no Walter White.

Her lawyer's another story.

I made a few phone calls and the guy has a client list

that reads like a rap sheet: Drug dealers,

arms dealers and a few hit men.

There's another guy that stands out.

Charles Barbieri.

Possession with intent to sell.

Yeah, Walker got him off on a technicality.

But the real reason we flagged him was this:

His address was on the bakery's delivery log this morning.

Wait, while Virgil was getting murdered,

Eleni was delivering pastries to a drug dealer?

Not just any pastries.

If that's the same meringue that Kasie found.

That's about $25,000 worth of coke right there.

The exact amount that was deposited into Eleni's account.

We still don't have anything to tie her to Virgil's murder.

Put an agent on her.

And find Barbieri.

Ooh, that's the sound I like to hear.

Did you get a hit on the drug dealer?

No, his phone's still off.

Well, then what was that ding?

Normally when there's a ding you got something.

Oh, what I got is this oven.

Okay, it is my sixth attempt, so cross your fingers.

No. Damn it.

Where are my stiff peaks?

You're making meringue? Why?

Well, technically, it's cocaine meringue

because I was hoping to prove that anyone could do it.

Which would mean that a newbie like Virgil could do it.

Which would mean that Parker's baker might be innocent.

But I am starting to think

that only a professional baker can pull this off.

You see, meringue bakes at above 200 degrees Fahrenheit,

but cocaine melts at 208 degrees.

Whoa. Hey, whoa.

Shut that off.

Are you trying to burn my lab down?

What? What are you talking about?

This stuff is highly combustible.

- Powdered sugar? - Yeah, it's called deflagration.

You ever seen a grain elevator explode, huh?

- Same concept. Yeah. - Oh.

And I thought meringue was the most dangerous thing in your lab.

Oh, actually, for you,

I am the most dangerous thing in this lab.

- Hmm? - Because...

Jimmy told me about you and Robin.

- He did? - Mm-hmm.

He told me it was in the vault.

Oh, yeah, but I know the combination:

Flattery and a bag of peanut M&M'S.

- Hmm? - Listen, Nicholas,

I love you, okay?

I love you, I'm happy for you.

But if you don't tell Jess by tomorrow night,

I'm going to 'cause I refuse to keep a secret

from my friend, okay? Got it?

Yeah...

I got it.

Good.

Okay, now put this on.

Because tonight,

we bake.

We're closed.

I'm not here for pastries.

I'm busy, Alden.

And my lawyer told me not to talk to you.

Yeah, I remember.

Nice guy.

Did your friend Charlie recommend him?

You made a delivery to him yesterday.

Did you know he was a drug dealer?

Did I know you were a Fed?

He's just a customer, Alden.

That's it.

Same as you.

What are you doing?

I'm helping you.

I don't need your help.

Well, I think you do, Eleni.

I don't know what you're into.

Hell, maybe you're a drug dealer, too.

I know you cared about Virgil.

You gave him a chance when nobody else would.

I just want to find who killed him.

You're not gonna find anything here.

Do yourself a favor, Alden.

Drop it before someone else gets killed.

I want you to leave.

Leave or I'm gonna call my lawyer.

Parker.

You said Diaz was the responding officer

on this?

Yeah, one second. Hey.

Thanks for the call, Mandel.

Well, I heard you had a BOLO out

on a person of interest in Virgil's homicide.

This your guy?

Charles Barbieri.

Yeah, that's him.

Who's the second victim?

Paul Gomez.

Apparently, he and Barbieri have a history

of fighting over this turf.

I guess they finally settled it.

Yeah, I spoke with MPD Counter-Narcotics.

Word on the street is, there's some new product in town,

and all the gangs want a piece.

It's an all-out drug war, Parker.

And Eleni's bakery is ground zero.

Those were her words?

"Drop it"?

"Before someone else gets killed."

Then two rival drug dealers turn up dead.

With Virgil, that makes three bodies in 24 hours.

Well, I guess your baker wasn't bluffing.

The question is, what does she know

and why won't she tell us?

Did Ms. Hines test the bakery box

that was found at the crime scene?

Yeah, traces of egg whites, sugar, and cocaine...

same as the meringue found at the bakery.

I spoke with my counterpart at the DEA.

Drug interdictions are at an all-time high lately.

The gangs are desperately looking

for new ways to move their product.

- Looks like they found it. - Yeah,

and they're killing each other for it.

Do you think that was the message

behind Virgil's murder?

Hand over the recipe or else.

Well, it seems like your friend chose "or else."

She's not my friend,

Leon, she made that clear.

I met with Judge Gorman this morning.

As expected, she ruled in our favor.

The case is ours.

That is, if you still want it.

- Okay. Yep. - Knight, you're with me.

We're arresting Eleni Kostakis.

That's gonna be a problem.

I just spoke with the agent who was watching the bakery,

and Eleni is missing.

The agent thinks that Eleni

slipped out on a delivery truck.

We got an I.D. on the truck?

Oh, the agent just sent me photos.

I'll put out a BOLO.

Parker.

- This better be good news. - I was just down

with the tech trolls, we were trying to trace

the $25,000 deposit that Eleni received.

The offshore company. Who owns it?

- Don't know. - That's not the answer I wanted, McGee.

We were able to I.D. the lawyer who set up the company.

I figured out what the "N" stands for in NCIS:

"nothing," 'cause that's what you got on me

and that's what you got on my client.

Eleni Kostakis. Where is she?

I don't have to answer that.

And anything you ask me about her

is covered by attorney-client privilege.

But that privilege no longer applies when, uh,

your clients are dead.

Recognize them?

Before these guys turned each other into Swiss cheese,

they were your clients.

But based on the findings of the warrant

that we just executed, you were hiding their drug money

- in an offshore account. - Agents,

please, I merely provided these gentlemen

with legal representation.

Same with the owners of the offshore account.

I can't be held accountable.

Well, he's right, he's protected.

Yeah... from us, maybe, but, um, these two clients of yours

were on opposite sides of a drug war.

And when the gangs find out that you were

double-dealing?

Perhaps we can make a deal, gentlemen.

In return for information about my deceased clients,

you can provide me protection from my living clients.

Where's Eleni?

I don't know.

When her kitchen was turned into a crime scene,

the gang had to scramble to find a new one.

Where?

I can make some calls.

Oh, hey, Nick. Did I miss the show?

Oh, I love watching McGee and Parker grill a suspect.

It's like watching Messi and Ronaldo

play soccer.

Am I right?

Mm-hmm.

So, I just finished the autopsy on the two latest victims,

and Kasie and I found something interesting.

The second victim Gomez was actually shot

by two different guns.

The first of which was, of course,

Barbieri's nine-millimeter,

but the second was a .44 Magnum, but get this,

no .44 was recovered at the scene.

All of this has been a long-winded way of saying

that there was a third shooter, probably the same person who...

Peanut M&M'S?

Really, Jimmy?

That's all it took to crack your vault?

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, but... I think

Kasie has been conditioning me.

She's been giving me M&M'S every day at 11:30 a.m.

I'm like Pavlov's dog, you know? I-I...

Not cool, Jimmy.

Now Kasie's gonna tell Jess if I don't.

Tell me what?

Well, Jimmy thinks there was

a third shooter, someone with a .44.

Mm-hmm.

So I heard.

Uh, I just came from Kasie's lab...

- You did? - You did?

And she had another

very interesting piece of information.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.

A yellow-brown substance on Barbieri's shoe.

Apparently, it is a secretion made by beavers.

- Beavers? - Beavers?

Beavers.

It was once used in industrial food production.

Kasie found a closed factory in White Oak that used to make it.

Wow, okay. Well, let's go check it out.

Nick. Tell her.

Back off.

No, hear me out.

You coming or what?

Yeah, I'm coming.

Really need that M&M.

I think I figured it out.

What's that?

The weirdness between you and Jimmy.

What weirdness?

Oh, it's okay, Nick, you don't have to keep

walking on eggshells around me.

I'm cool with it.

Really? Yeah.

I mean, how many times do I have to tell you?

I've moved on and Jimmy can date whoever he wants.

Hey, Jess?

Yeah.

The weirdness wasn't about Jimmy dating.

It was about me dating.

Oh, you're seeing someone.

Good for you.

Yeah. Yeah.

But it's, uh, complicated.

Well, do you like her?

Yeah, but, uh... Well, then, it's simple.

I mean, don't go looking for complications.

I'm not, I'm not, it's just...

it's just a work conflict.

Well,

I am the expert on that subject.

Who is it? Wait, don't tell me.

It is... Barbara, from accounting.

Okay.

No, it's not someone at NCIS.

Oh. Well, then, I don't get it.

How is it a work conflict?

I mean, unless she's related

to somebody that you work...

No.

Are you dating my sister?

Are you dating Robin?

- Listen, listen. - Hey, don't shush me.

Someone's here.

We are not done talking about this.

All right. Okay, okay.

Ow.

- Ready? - Yes.

He's not answering.

- Who? - Arturo Jiménez.

Dude's crazy. Carries a gold Magnum,

has millions of dollars of product to move.

Which Eleni is gonna help him move.

Yeah, well, it's not like he gave her a choice.

What the hell does that mean?

Eleni?

Turn off the mixer.

Hands up. Step back from the table.

Turn around slowly.

What do we have here?

Too many cooks in this kitchen.

They're Feds.

Take them outside,

shoot them both.

Come on, let's go.

If you kill them, I'm done.

You're in no position to be making demands.

You need to move your product.

That's why you brought me here, isn't it?

Our timeline just moved up.

You have two hours to finish.

That's impossible.

We can help.

I can show them what to do.

You want this done?

I need them.

It will go faster with three of us.

Come on!

Artie, hey. It's the Walkman.

Call me back, pronto.

So, just to be clear, you aren't a drug kingpin?

What gave it away?

The shackles or the gun in my face?

Either way, thanks for saving our lives.

I hate to say it, but I think

I only bought us two hours.

We should get to work.

Ms. Kostakis came to me

earlier this month, she needed a loan.

Okay, so, Eleni came to you for the 25K?

Actually, she needed 50, but with a sum that size,

I needed to run that past the boss.

Arturo. Yeah.

And when he learned that she was a baker,

he agreed to put up half, but if she wanted the rest,

she needed to do something for him.

Cocaine meringue?

What can I say? He's an out-of-the-box thinker.

He once mixed coke into clay

and...

Anyway, he forced Eleni to make one batch as a test,

but when he demanded more, she said the one thing

that you never say to Arturo: No.

Are you saying Arturo killed Virgil to send a message?

I'm saying Arturo can be very persuasive.

It ain't gonna work.

It might work.

If we rush them,

we won't make it halfway before they cut us down.

Well, then, what's your idea?

I don't know, Jess. I'll tell you when I have one.

Oh, you'll tell me? The way you told me about Robin?

Jess, this is not the time.

The way things are going right now,

this might be the only time.

Oh, damn.

What?

I just got a really bad idea.

Eleni said money was tight at the bakery,

but I can't believe that she was desperate enough

to go to a drug lawyer.

Because the money wasn't for her bakery.

Eleni recently transferred her $25K

to a Payload Panda account.

That's a prepaid credit card service.

Whose account was it?

Don't know,

but they were messaging Eleni via the app.

Whoever they were, they were also

extorting Eleni for $50,000.

They gave her a deadline which expired two days ago.

If she didn't pay, they threatened to kill an inmate

at Sutherland Prison.

A protection racket?

That's why she needed the money so fast?

Who was the inmate?

Someone named Manuel Lopez.

Manny.

Has anyone heard from Nick or Jess?

NCIS.

Tell them you have found nothing.

If you do anything to alert them,

I will kill him.

Hey, Parker.

Hey, did you find anything at the factory?

Nope, looks like a dead end. But we're still searching.

Okay, well, head back when you're done.

You got it, boss.

I just got the court records

of our inmate being threatened.

Guess who his lawyer is.

Who?

Leslie Walker.

Well, no wonder Eleni went to him for the loan.

Yeah, but I don't understand.

If this whole thing started because of a protection racket,

then who is running the racket?

What do you think, Parker?

Since when does Jess call me "boss"?

Bakers, you have five minutes left.

Great British baking show.

I never miss an episode.

You really think this is gonna work?

I don't know. I've never tried it.

Seriously?

Jess, the power of positive thinking.

If we believe it'll work...

it will.

Oh, wow, you really are dating Robin.

Let's split up. Stay on comms.

Okay, time's up!

Let's go.

This last batch isn't ready yet.

- I don't care. Take it out. - Okay.

Oh, oh.

- Oh, my God. - Are you kidding me?

- I'm sorry. - Pick it up!

I should shoot you right now.

Eleni!

McGee, north side of the factory!

Stop!

Cuffs.

Drop the weapon.

Arturo Jiménez, I presume.

Thanks for the save, boss.

Knight, where's Eleni?

I'm here.

I don't know where to begin.

We know about Manuel Lopez.

Is he...? He's safe.

We have him secured.

Eleni, that drawing you have at your bakery,

it said "Manny." Is he your...?

Nephew.

My sister's boy.

She's been sick for a long time, so I took care of him.

Manny's the reason I stayed when my family returned to Greece.

He's a good boy, Alden.

He just got involved with the wrong people.

Sounds like he and Virgil have a lot in common.

Hmm.

They met at Sutherland, didn't they?

Manny told him to come see me for a job when he got out.

Alden, Virgil was innocent.

He didn't know anything about the drugs.

And-and when Arturo killed him,

I-I had to keep baking.

I didn't want anyone else to get hurt.

I'm so sorry.

Why would Arturo kill Virgil at the bakery

and then leave a hundred grand worth of drugs behind?

Unless the killer didn't know the drugs were there?

If anyone deserved justice, Virgil did.

I'm glad you caught the guys who did him.

There's something that still bothers me, though.

Why would the drug gang

kill Virgil in the bakery where they made the drugs?

His murder blew their whole operation.

Who knows?

These drug dealers ain't the brightest criminals.

Neither are you.

Excuse me?

When you arrived at our office,

you had to turn in your sidearm at the front desk.

This is a search warrant for your weapon.

So while you've been adding coffee to your sugar,

our forensic scientist was doing a little ballistics test.

She just matched

the bullet recovered at the bakery to your gun.

What? Hold on, this is crazy.

Why would I kill my own parolee?

Because you were threatening Eleni's nephew in prison.

And when she couldn't pay by the deadline,

you killed Virgil to send a message.

You've been extorting family members of inmates.

Most of them are guys who passed through your parole office.

But you found out about Manny through Virgil.

Stand up.

You're under arrest.

I should've killed you when you walked in the bakery.

And I should've caught you.

But...

better late than never.

Hey, you want to grab some dinner?

Uh, I'm still finishing up here.

I can wait.

Go home, Nick.

Hey, listen.

About Robin and me, we're just hanging out right now.

It's just... it's not really serious.

Then you really don't know my sister

because she's probably already planning your wedding.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that we didn't tell you.

We... it's just nothing to report.

And we just wanted to wait until...

You know what, Nick?

Considering that we almost died today,

you dating my sister doesn't really bother me.

Are you sure?

If Robin's happy, then I'm happy.

Hmm.

Now let me get this finished up

so I can get the hell out of here.

All right.

See you tomorrow.

Alden.

Thought you could use some breakfast.

That's so sweet. You really didn't have to.

Oh, I really did.

It's kind of a compulsion at this point.

When are you gonna be back up and running?

It's all up in the air at the moment.

I'm thinking about going back to Greece for a little while.

Spend some time with my family.

What about Manny?

He's gonna be released in a month.

- Oh. - He'll go with me.

That's great. Great.

So, what are we eating?

Mmm.

It's baklava.

Oh.

You brought me - a rival baker's baklava? - No.

No, it's not from a rival baker, it's, uh...

from me.

You made this?

I know they don't look great,

but, uh, I was always better

at buying pastry than making them, so...

Mmm.

Alden, this is delicious.

Where did you learn to bake like this?

My mother.

She was obsessed with pastry.

Baking them, buying them.

I guess, uh, I have her to thank for my sweet tooth.

Lucky me.

Your sweet tooth saved my life.

What?

Thank you.

Oh.

Well, you better eat one of these

- before I eat them all. - Hey.

They really are great.

A little thin.

You know, on the thin side, so...

Oh. We can work on that.

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