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Hey. That's real good, sweetheart.

How's it going, Vince?

Got something for me?

Yeah.

Feels a little light.

Yeah, uh, I've been a little strapped for cash.

I had a pipe bust and, um, fridge broke.

Cost me a fortune.

Sounds like the plumber got paid.

Look...

I'll-I'll make it up to you next month. Promise.

That your kid?

My, uh, my wife had to work.

It's nice having a family.

Lot of stress, though.

Constantly worrying about

something bad gonna happen to 'em.

I'll get-- I'll get you the money next week.

Hit me again.

I'm gonna use the can.

Ah!

Sorry about the mess.

Oh! Attention on deck!

SECNAV arriving!

Guys, seriously, how long are you gonna keep doing that for?

I don't know, man, till it stops being funny.

We're just excited for you, McGee.

It's not every day one of our own

gets called up to the big leagues.

I told you, though, already,

it's, like, nothing definite yet.

When I had breakfast with SECNAV this morning,

she explained to me

that she's got another two years left on her term.

I'm just being vetted as a possible

replacement, that's all. It might not even happen.

Still, you and Delilah have to be

going nuts at the possibility, right?

Yeah. We're excited.

Flattered.

Little nauseous.

It's a lot to think about, you know?

I mean, it could really change our lives.

Until that happens, though, can we do a thing

where we, like, not bring this up at all?

Who wants cake?

Congrats, Mr. Secretary.

- Look... - I'm kidding.

It's birthday cake for Barbara from Accounting.

I didn't know it was her birthday.

Oh, none of us did. It was last week.

- We all forgot. - Hmm. Was she bummed?

Uh, yeah, is she, uh,

going to take it out on our paychecks?

Well, I-I think I smoothed things over

with the birthday cake.

But, uh, this incident

has led me to a decision:

You guys, I'm officially bringing birthdays back.

Did they ever leave?

Office birthdays, Jess.

As in parties and cake?

You know? It's a new era at NCIS.

You know? It's time we celebrate a little more.

Eh, seems like a lot of work, bro.

Well, technically it's not work if you're having fun, Nick.

Oh. Agent Parker. Cake?

What are you doing, Jimmy?

I'm the morning sweets guy.

Are you, uh, trying to muscle in on my territory?

No, no. Of course not. This is birthday cake. It doesn't count.

Slice?

It's pretty good.

Is that...

sheet cake with vanilla frosting...

from a supermarket?

Hard pass.

Little pastry snob.

Besides, we got a dead body in a Navy hangar.

And, uh, from what I've heard,

you might not want a full stomach for this one.

All right, so security found the burning car this morning.

Then they called the fire department.

We speak to them yet?

Knight's on it, and

McGee's running down the license plate.

Cameras catch anything?

Out of service.

Hangar was abandoned two years ago.

Remote location,

minimal security.

I mean, if you wanted to dump a body somewhere,

this would be the place.

Director DiNozzo.

What a, uh, pleasant and

totally expected surprise.

Yeah, man, I see that drip.

- You enjoying a little R and R? -I wish.

No, I got golf in 30 minutes

with the senator who controls our budget.

He agreed to, uh,

give us a little bit more money

if I can beat him over 18 holes.

He likes golf.

I like money.

Ah, our democracy at work.

- Is he any good? - Very.

But not as good as Chief Petty Officer Newman over there.

- The hangar security guy? - Oh, yeah.

Number Two on the All-Navy Golf Team.

And he's also my caddie.

Hey, that's smart.

So, what are we looking at here, Dr. Palmer?

Well, victim is female,

somewhere between her 20s and 40s. No ID,

so we'll have to wait on

dental records to confirm identification.

Yeah, don't need dental records for that...

No. That...

is a laceration on her throat.

It's quite possible that she was

strangled before she was set on fire.

Killer torched the car to destroy evidence.

We could be looking at a pro.

McGee ran the plate. It's a rental car.

It was booked through a corporate account

registered to a Baltimore consulting firm.

Hmm. McGee looked into the firm.

There's no website. No employees.

Smells like a shell company.

Only name connected is someone named Dante Navarro.

Dante Navarro?

From Baltimore?

You know him?

Well, that could be our guy.

- Let's pick him up. - But you will never find him.

Why wouldn't we find him?

Because he doesn't exist.

I invented him.

Dante Navarro is the name of a backstop identity

I used years ago, during my undercover days.

Is this before you came to D.C.?

Yeah. I gave him a full legend.

I mean, he was a, uh, freelance hit man from Baltimore.

A lone wolf. I even gave him

a signature weapon-- the garrote wire.

Nice touch.

You use him on multiple cases or...?

At least a dozen.

I mean, anything from drug trafficking

to armed robbery.

And then I retired him for good when I got here.

Looks like "Dante" has come out of retirement.

We got an ID on the victim yet?

Jimmy's still working on it.

All right, we need to figure out why somebody would

resurrect an old alias to commit murder.

Could it be related to one of your old cases?

So many to choose from.

Dante had a lot of enemies.

How could they have learned

about your alias in the first place?

No idea.

Only two people knew about him.

Me and Walt Keller.

My old handler from the past.

Then we need to talk to him.

Good luck with that.

Last I heard, he left NCIS

and fell off the face of the earth.

Well, let's hope not,

'cause right now he's the only lead we got.

I'll make some phone calls.

I take it the two of you weren't close?

Let's just say it was complicated.

Hey, roomie.

So, what do we got on this Jane Doe?

Hmm? What? What's that?

What are you doing?

Me? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Hey. I--

Look, I can explain.

This is all kinds of wrong.

The refrigerators upstairs were all full, so--

No, no, no, no, stop.

This isn't The Great British Bake Off, Paul Hollywood.

This is the morgue.

I didn't have a choice, Tony. I don't know

if you've heard, but I am bringing

- birthdays back. - Birthdays back. Yes, I know.

There are five birthday cakes in here.

You told me it was just Barbara's birthday today.

That's what I thought, okay?

But it turns out that more than one person

shares the same birthday.

So I've got two today, I've got

three tomorrow. Next week, I've-- Okay, no.

You really don't know what's coming, do you?

What do you mean?

This whole birthday thing...

it's gonna swallow you whole.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Jane Doe.

Right. I-I pulled the dental records of

all missing women in the D.C. area

and I came up with a match.

Our victim's name is Mandy Dubrow.

She was 45, paralegal.

- No criminal record. - So nothing to suggest

why she might've been killed.

No. But I did find something interesting.

These lacerations on her neck?

I mean, she was definitely strangled,

but the killer didn't use his hands.

He must've used some sort of sharp wire.

Like a garrote wire.

Torres did say that was his alias's weapon of choice.

Well, someone really wants us to believe

"Dante Navarro" is real.

Hey, Kase. Was hoping that you-- Whoa.

- What the hell is that thing? -Piñata.

Jimmy asked me to pick it up for one of his birthday parties.

As if I don't have enough to do.

Why is it in the shape of a gnome?

It's not a gnome, it is a baby.

It's the last one they had left at the store. I think

it's for gender-reveal parties.

And what, you're supposed to hit the baby?

I don't know. This is Jimmy's idea, not mine.

Wish we could hit him with a stick.

Well, I hope Jimmy hasn't created a monster

with this whole birthday thing.

Well, he wouldn't be the only one

who's created a monster.

- What do you mean? - I ran the name "Dante Navarro"

through various local police databases, and his name

came up in connection with

several unsolved murders over the past two years.

Whoever's using Torres's alias has been busy.

Well, the killings appear to be unrelated.

But here's something interesting.

One of the victims got a text

from a burner phone right before his death.

"Watch your back.

"Dante's looking for you.

Asking about Grace."

Who's Grace?

No idea.

She was obviously worth killing for.

Ooh. Torres finally tracked down his old handler.

Your guy sure loves his privacy, huh?

Yeah. Listen, I gotta warn you.

Keller is an old-school cop, you know.

He's a little rough.

Likes to push buttons.

Is that what you meant by "a complicated relationship"?

Well, he taught me everything I know about undercover work.

But I'm not the same guy that I was back then, and...

he just won't accept that.

Nick.

That him?

Yeah.

- Hey, Torres. - Drop your weapon!

Saw you pull up.

You fell for the oldest trick in the book.

Do it now.

Jess...

...it's okay.

Nice to see you too, Walt.

Um, excuse the mess.

My maid's day off.

You want a drink?

Uh, no, thank you.

I'm sober.

Since when?

Mr. Keller, we were hoping you could help us.

Yeah, you know, I don't get a lot of visitors

out here that much, you know.

Couple raccoons. A bear.

Maybe. So you can imagine

my surprise when I found

the great Nicky Torres at my door.

How long has it been, Nick? Nine... ten years?

- A long time. - Yeah.

I taught this guy everything he knows.

I recruited him fresh out of FLETC.

Green as an avocado.

I wasn't that green.

Ha! Please.

He didn't know a dead drop from a hole in the ground.

But he was a quick learner.

And he did have a taste for it,

especially the more dangerous stuff.

We were a great team...

till he left me

for that cushy desk job with Gibbs and his crew.

- He got soft on me. -Here we go.

Well, I mean, it's hardly a desk job.

Nick has put himself in danger a thousand times over.

- So maybe ease off a bit. - Walt, we're not here

on a social call.

We actually need your help on a case.

Well, I'm not really sure what I can do for you.

Clearly, I'm out of the game.

It's about Dante Navarro.

Somebody's using the identity to kill people.

Bullcrap. I burned that identity myself

after we were through.

I wiped it clean.

The only copy is on a federal secure network somewhere.

Then maybe somebody hacked it.

Why?

It's a dead legend. It's useless.

Well, someone doesn't think so.

This is a list of four people that Dante killed.

We can't find a pattern.

We were hoping you could.

Well, you can't figure out the pattern

because these aren't the victims' real names.

They've been changed.

How would you know that?

'Cause they're all connected to Cimino.

Who's Cimino?

Sergio Cimino was the head of a crime family

in Baltimore, back in the 2000s.

He was bad news. Drug trafficking,

weapons smuggling, extortion.

13 years ago, I went undercover as Dante Navarro

and infiltrated the family.

Thanks to Torres here,

we were able to build a case.

We put the Ciminos away for life.

And how do our four victims tie into this?

Well, each one of them worked for the Cimino family

in some low-level capacity.

Our recent victim here, Mandy Dubrow,

worked as the family's lawyer.

They offered sealed testimony at the trial,

changed their names for their protection.

Okay, so if all of the major players

in the Cimino family are in jail,

why take out the B team?

And why now? It's been 13 years.

And why use Torres's alias to kill 'em all?

Dread Pirate Roberts.

Princess Bride. Our killer's

pulling a Dread Pirate Roberts.

Back in the day,

Dante was a name that invoked fear.

And our killer is taking advantage of that.

The name itself has become the weapon.

Tony DiNozzo?

Holy balls, it is you.

Oh, my God.

Walt Keller.

- You're still alive? - Hey, man.

You two know each other?

Uh, yeah. We got into a little trouble back in the day.

Yeah. Tony's a legendary undercover guy.

What was your alias again, "Tony DiWaldo"?

- "DiNardo." - Oh, sorry.

Film studies professor.

Not nearly as cool as Torres's hit man alias.

And so, what do we have here? This is the

Cimino supporting cast of characters?

Somebody is picking them off one by one.

Well, that means there are probably gonna be more targets.

We need to pull all the case files on Cimino.

Kasie's already on it, Director.

- We have to warn Ray. - Who's that?

Ray Moore,

my informant.

He also owned a bar

where the Cimino family used to hang out at.

We put him in witness protection when everything went down.

He's gonna be a target.

Yeah, I'm way ahead of you. I already called him

and a bunch of our other CIs. They're safe

and sound-- Wait, why did he call you "Director"?

Because I'm the director now.

No, really. Why?

He's telling the truth.

Huh.

Don't worry, Walt.

I run a tight ship.

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - Oh, cake!

♪ Happy birthday, dear Angela, Greg and Bethany ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

We don't... we don't have any more candles.

You left me for this?

Now remember, when you walk in...

You'll talk to Ray first,

you'll give me the... give me the all-clear.

Yeah, we've been over this.

I'll be right outside if anything goes down.

Try to get him to say something on tape we can use.

Hey, Kase. Have you met that Keller guy yet?

I offered him a piece of cake

and you don't want to know where he told me to put it.

So, do you want a piece of cake?

Don't have much of an appetite.

Hey, what's the matter? You okay?

Yeah. You know, um,

Parker's got me listening to

Torres's body-wire recordings of the Sergio Cimino case, and...

It's got me kind of freaked out, to be honest.

Yeah. Listening to Cimino and all those mafia guys...

No, it's Torres.

He just sounds so different.

Not himself.

Well, he was undercover, Kase.

I mean, that's kind of the point.

Yeah, I-I know, but...

it all sounds so real.

Okay.

- Let me hear it. - Oh,

don't say I didn't warn you.

Okay, this is where I left off.

According to the case notes,

Cimino was suspicious

that one of his guys was stealing,

so he sent Torres to confirm it.

Mikey Fallon, what's up, man?

This chair taken?

You look good.

Is that a new jacket?

Is it leather?

Suede.

Damn.

Might have to pick me up one of those.

Is it expensive?

It looks expensive.

I mean, almost as much as

that new gold watch around your wrist.

You got something to say to me, then say it.

I ain't afraid of you, Dante.

Have you ever played, uh, Five-Finger Fillet?

You don't know the game?

I learned it at Glades.

See, the lifers used to play it

just to pass time, right?

Then I started learning it,

and all of a sudden, I became really good at it.

And I realized

it was all about...

...precision, baby.

That supposed to scare me?

Your turn.

What are you doing, man?

Don't worry. I've never missed. Watch.

Hey, get your-- get off me!

Oops.

Man, my bad.

My bad. Hey, are you stealing from Sergio?

No! Please! Oh, it hurts...

Okay, well, tell me what I want

to know and I'll make it stop.

Okay, okay, yes.

I stole the money.

- Oh, you did? - But he told me to do it.

Who? Who told you to do it?

- Ah. Ah! - Who told you to do it?

Johnny Russo.

He said the money was going to Grace.

- Grace? - Please...

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I don't like it when you lie to me, Mikey.

Okay, stop it, stop it.

My God, Nick was actually torturing that guy.

Kase, you were right.

I don't know who that was on the tape there,

but that was not our friend.

Wait a minute.

We need to play this for the guys.

MIKEY Johnny Russo.

He said the money was going to Grace.

-Grace? -Please...

- I think I'm gonna be sick. -I don't like it

when you lie to me, Mikey.

He said "Grace."

The same name that was on our victim's text message.

The message said Dante was asking about Grace.

If she's connected to the money

that was stolen 13 years ago,

maybe that's what Dante's looking for now.

You ever follow up on it?

No. A week later, we arrested Cimino.

Uh, the case was closed.

Why are you wasting your time with this?

It's a dead end.

You'd get more answers from a Magic 8 Ball.

You heard the tape. That guy Fallon said--

Mikey Fallon is a world-class douchebag and a liar.

He'd say anything to save himself.

Still. Can't be a coincidence

that the name "Grace" has come up twice now.

We need to speak to Mikey Fallon.

He was recently paroled and lives at a halfway house

called Best Hope.

Do you have an address?

I know where it is, I'll take you there.

My nap's already ruined.

Was he always like that?

You get used to it.

Admit it.

You miss this.

You miss you and me, working together.

Come on, man, stop making it weird.

You know, the CIA reached out to me recently

about doing some deep-cover work.

Real off-the-books stuff, high risk.

What do you say?

Put the band back together?

You could do it on the side.

No. Thanks, man, but I...

think I'm good where I am.

Right.

Mikey!

Mikey, hold up!

We're running now?

Please, don't kill me, don't kill me--

I'm not gonna kill you. I just want to talk to you.

Sure. Everybody knows Dante is cleaning house.

What'd I miss?

Hey, that wasn't me. I'm a Fed.

I was undercover as Dante. You see?

You're a cop?

- But then who killed-- - We don't know.

That's what we're hoping that you can help us figure out.

You want my help?

That's beautiful.

After what you did to me?

Nice, huh?

The knife severed the tendons.

I can't move my fingers no more.

I can't wipe my own ass,

thanks to you.

So forgive me, Officer,

if I don't feel like helping you out.

Besides, what more can you do to me

- you haven't already done? - Well,

- there's still your other hand. - Ah!

Get him off of me!

- Hey, Walt, Walt, lay back-- - Tell us what you did

with the money you stole from Cimino!

- This is not the way, Walt. - It is if it works.

Ah! Okay, okay.

I'll talk, I'll talk.

We've been stealing from the old man for years.

Over ten million dollars.

Ten?

Yeah. With help from a partner.

Grace.

Grace wasn't a person.

That was the name of the boat.

That's where they kept the money.

Then who was the partner?

- What are you doing? - You're all right. I got you.

- She needs our help! - Leave her! He's getting away!

We'll call 911 from the car!

We got a shooting victim. I need an ambulance now.

The pedestrian who got hit is gonna be fine, but, uh,

unfortunately, I can't say the same for Mikey Fallon.

What about the shooter?

- Has to be Dante. - In the wind.

Wonder who we have to thank for that?

She was gonna bleed out on the sidewalk.

What was I supposed to do? Let her die?

You're being overdramatic.

- She would've been fine. -You don't know that.

I made a call and that was it.

Yeah, and it was the wrong one.

Okay, let's just save it, all right?

You used to know the difference between what mattered

and what didn't matter--

Oh, I'm sorry. Did my smooth jazz

interrupt your very important fight?

So...

now that the SmackDown has been averted,

what do we know?

Whoever is impersonating Dante is looking for money

that was stolen from the Cimino crime family.

Ten million dollars.

Why would Dante shoot Fallon

before he could tell him anything?

It's not the brightest idea.

Fallon's room was ransacked before he was killed.

So Dante found what he was looking for.

Then iced Fallon afterwards to keep him quiet.

Good news is, is we may have a lead on

who was behind the stolen money.

Since we know it was stored

on a boat named Grace,

we searched Baltimore marina records going back 13 years.

Found four boats with the same name.

One of them belonged

to a bookkeeper named Nelson Tuttle.

Now, the boat is no longer in service, but

Tuttle used to work at the same accounting firm

that did Sergio Cimino's books.

He hasn't reported for work in days

and his wife hasn't seen him.

Well, we should find him.

And quick.

If he's still alive,

he's our best shot at finding Dante.

Hopefully, we won't lose him this time.

Hey.

Hey, where do you get off

talking to me like that in front of my boss?

I'm just stating the obvious.

Which is?

This place has made you weak.

- Get out of here-- - When I first met you,

you were wild.

You were fearless. You were willing to do

all the things the rest of us wouldn't.

Now look at you.

This place has turned you into a house cat.

I mean, dude, you don't even drink anymore.

- I'm a recovering alcoholic-- - I don't buy it.

Alcohol was never your problem.

You're addicted to adrenaline.

The danger you feel when you're undercover...

that's what you want.

You crave it.

Oh, okay, I see. What, so you're a--

you're a shrink now? Huh?

No, I'm better than a shrink.

I'm an old friend

with a great memory.

And I am only telling you this for your own good.

So you stop living this lie

and get back to who you really are.

You're wrong.

You are wrong.

All that crap I did in the past, it was never me.

I was undercover, I was playing a character.

Dante did all those things. Not me.

You still don't get it, do you?

Nick Torres is the cover.

Dante is who you really are.

We're done.

Don't walk away from me--

You get your hands off me.

There he is.

I knew you were in there somewhere.

Hey. Any luck?

No. Been combing through his credit card statements,

hoping our missing bookkeeper

might've left us a clue as to where he's hiding.

Yeah. If he's hiding.

I mean, he could already be dead.

How about you? You get anywhere with Tuttle's wife?

Nope. But I'll tell you what,

if Mr. Tuttle is dead, Mrs. Tuttle sure wouldn't mind.

- Ooh. Really? - Oh, yeah.

I'm getting some heavy divorce vibes.

I mean, she was practically giddy

at the thought of becoming a widow.

Thank you guys so much for coming.

Again, so... so sorry about this.

Jimmy, what happened?

I decided to throw a party for Ruth, you know, from Dispatch?

And I thought it'd be nice to put one candle

on the cake for each year.

Isn't she, like, 60?

Sixty-four.

Did something get lit on fire?

No, no, no, nothing like that. No. But, uh, uh...

Ruth hyperventilated when she was trying

to blow out all the candles and then

she passed out.

What was I thinking? I mean, this whole birthday thing,

this has been a disaster.

Well, Jimmy, it was a nice idea.

And your intentions were so good.

Yeah, my intentions, Jess, have cost this office a fortune.

I mean, the-the bakery receipts alone are in the triple digits.

Barbara is gonna kill me.

Wait a minute. Bakery receipts...

A lot of them.

I get it, McGee. Please don't rub it in.

No, no, no. Our-our missing bookkeeper, Tuttle.

He racked up some very hefty bakery bills of his own,

at a place called "Sugar Buns."

Apparently, it's an adult erotic bakery

specializing in "romantic confections."

Didn't you say

that Tuttle and his wife were headed for divorce?

Yeah.

So who'd he buy the cakes for?

There you are. I was looking for you.

You and Keller hash things out?

Something like that.

Look, Nick, guys like Keller

are stuck in their glory days. Just...

don't let him get to you.

That scar was my doing, you know.

Yeah, I heard.

I did some horrible things in my past, Parker.

Justified by

saying it was in the line of duty.

But there was always something that bothered me afterwards.

What's that?

How much I enjoyed it.

After I did all those things, I felt...

alive.

What does that say about me?

You had to go to those places to do the job. Not easy.

I know. I've done some, uh,

some things in the past that I'd rather forget.

Like in your recent past?

Listen... we all have darkness.

It doesn't get to decide who we are, though.

It's Knight. They found the bookkeeper.

All right.

Did I miss anything?

Just got here myself.

What is that?

Nothing, I hope.

Why am I in here?

I'm not a suspect.

If anything, you guys should be protecting me.

Yeah, from your wife, I imagine.

She's not gonna be too thrilled to learn

you were eating cupcakes with your mistress.

Yeah, you still got a little frosting on your top lip.

Yeah, all right,

my wife and I were having marital problems.

Okay? But that's not why I was at my girlfriend's.

I was hiding.

Someone's trying to kill me.

Dante Navarro?

Yeah. He's already killed a bunch of people.

I could be next.

Please, you guys have to protect me.

It's gonna be hard to protect you from yourself.

Right, Dante?

What are you guys talking about?

We pulled your cell records, your GPS history.

You visited all five victims before they were murdered.

Yeah, I was trying to warn them.

I heard Dante was back out on the street.

The bullet that killed Mikey Fallon

is from a Remington 700 rifle--

which happens to be the same

make and model of a rifle that you yourself own.

I use that to hunt.

Okay? A lot of people own that gun.

Look, I-I didn't kill anybody!

You stole ten million from Sergio Cimino.

Then you assumed Dante Navarro's identity so that you could

kill anyone that could connect you to the money.

Sure, it took a long time to find them.

Names change, people move.

But you were patient.

You wanted that money all for yourself.

You guys don't understand. There is no money.

I had to give it all away.

Look, when Cimino got busted 13 years ago,

I was arrested on money laundering charges.

But a federal agent offered me a deal:

ten million for full immunity.

So I took it.

Gave him all the money and I walked free.

You remember the agent's name?

Yeah, I'll never forget it.

Bob Graves.

Where's Keller?

- Hey, it's Walt. - He left the building.

You know what to do. Leave a message.

We need to send the nearest agents to his cabin now.

"Bob Graves" is the alias

Keller used back when he was an undercover agent.

I was afraid of that.

You were tailing him?

I have some experience with shady mentors.

Best to keep tabs on them.

Keller was ducking out at odd hours,

making calls on a burner phone.

It's not a good look.

Which means that Keller took the money.

He played us.

Anything yet?

The agents said that Keller isn't home,

and his phone is shut off.

Dug into the bookkeeper's finances.

Confirmed ten million was withdrawn

from his account 13 years ago.

- Where'd the money go? - Kasie's still working on it.

But we know where it went.

We don't know if it was Keller for sure, okay?

Somebody could've used his alias

just like they used yours, Nick.

But they didn't, Tim. It's Keller.

He's been lying to us from the jump.

Hey, even if Keller did take the money,

it still doesn't tell us who our murderer is.

That's true. Keller was with you when

that guy was shot. He can't be Dante.

Well, if he's not, Keller better watch his back.

Dante could be coming for him next.

Kasie's got something.

The ten million was transferred to an offshore account

13 years ago. Not sure about the owner yet.

He hid it behind multiple shell companies.

Of course. Why make it easy on us?

Okay. But here's the weird thing:

since the account opened,

the owner had been making monthly transfers

to a custodial account

in someone else's name.

Wait, custodial?

Like, for a kid?

An eight-year-old girl.

No family. Lived in an orphanage in Baltimore

until she turned 18 and took full control of the money.

Here's a recent photo of her.

Sasha Norris.

Who the hell is she?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Still working on an address.

The one on her ID isn't current.

Um, I gotta go.

Where you going?

Out.

Were you expecting someone else?

You shouldn't be here.

What, you're thinking that Dante might show up?

Well, it makes sense, considering

that this is her father's bar.

Because Dante--

or Sasha Norris, if we're gonna go with real names--

is Ray's daughter.

And now she's killing everyone connected to the Ciminos

for what they did to her family.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

Guess I should be surprised you figured it out.

Then again, I did teach you.

You lied to me.

You said you had talked to Ray.

You said he was gonna be fine.

But I called WITSEC on the way here.

Ray and his family are dead.

The Ciminos massacred them

13 years ago when they found out that he was an informant.

Look, I wanted to tell you, Nick--

I promised him, Walt.

I looked Ray in the eyes

and I swore that we were gonna protect him and his family.

Look, the Cimino takedown, it was chaos.

Multiple arrests, there was people moving around everywhere.

And Ray, he just...

He slipped through the cracks.

And by the time I realized it, it was too late.

He and his family had already been killed.

Except for Sasha.

She was hiding under the bed.

She saw the whole thing.

I felt awful.

Awful?

So awful that you stole ten million dollars

and anonymously have been giving it to her ever since?

Yeah.

Maybe I was hoping

it could make things right.

You know? Maybe she could still have a bright future.

Well, it didn't work out that way, did it?

No. It didn't.

So what now?

Sasha walks through that door, and... what?

- You gonna kill her? - No,

I'm gonna arrest her.

She killed five people, Nick.

She's a murderer.

She needs to answer for what she's done.

Well, maybe we all do.

Oh, there you go again, being overly dramatic.

Drop your weapon!

- Move away from him. -Sasha,

drop your weapon. Don't do this.

She's dangerous, Nick. Shoot her!

Sasha...

I'm Dante Navarro.

The real one.

I knew your father.

He was a decent man.

He wouldn't want this for you.

You're Dante?

He trusted you!

I know I failed him.

But nothing I can say will make up for that.

But killing us

is not gonna bring him back.

And it's not gonna ease your pain.

Sasha, listen to me.

How about we both put our weapons down

slowly,

together.

And we can talk.

Can you do that?

Okay.

Same time.

Ready?

Easy does it.

There you go.

That's it.

Now we come up.

There you go.

We're gonna talk.

Why did you do that?! She was unarmed!

No, she wasn't.

Check her hand.

It was in her waistband.

She's a killer, Nick.

People don't change.

We matched Sasha's rifle to the one

that was used to kill Fallon at the halfway house.

We searched the apartment and found a notebook

with the names and addresses of all five victims.

Wasn't easy for Sasha to track them down.

Which is why she hacked into our system.

And it's how she learned about the Dante alias.

Well, Sasha was a computer whiz.

She used that money Keller gave her to go to MIT.

She graduated with honors.

Hmm.

Some good that did her.

So, all that's left is Sasha's death.

According to his statement,

Keller said he fired in self-defense.

Is that what happened, Agent Torres?

Was it a clean kill?

Well, I tried to talk her down.

But I couldn't.

Keller made the right call.

Then that's that.

Go home.

Rest. You've earned it.

Hello?

Hey.

I never got a chance to talk to you

before you left. How you doing?

I know it was a hard day.

I'm okay.

I've been through worse.

Listen, uh, back in the lab,

when you figured out that Sasha was the killer...

...why didn't you tell me where you were going?

Well, because some things are best to do alone.

Wouldn't you agree?

Well, if, uh...

you ever need anyone to talk to, you know where to find me.

I appreciate that.

Hey, Parker, in a weird way...

...this case might've put me on the path

to figure out who I am.

And who's that?

I'll let you know when I get there.

Is that side job with the CIA still open?

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