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PARKER: Ask a higher power

why bad things happen to good people.

I'm pretty sure you'd come up empty.

What I can tell you is that I've
spent far too much time resenting you.

Hating you.

Dreaming of you lying
in a pool of your own blood.

And this time

I'd be the one pulling the trigger.

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PARKER: So I run home
for lunch to try and save

my extremely temperamental orchids,

and suddenly I get the feeling
that I'm-I'm being watched.

And so I look up and there she is,

right above my greenhouse,
this ruby-throated hummingbird

in all her amazingly minuscule glory.

Oh, it is amazing.

It's an amazing shot you got, too.

Almost as amazing
as these bad boys right here.

Mmm, nothing better
than afternoon pastries.

What did you say you call this again?

Uh, Italian, sfogliatelle.

Uh, not quite on a par with Veniero's

in, uh, Manhattan,
but they're pretty close.

- Hey, guys. Oh, cool hummingbird.
- Right?

- Jimmy, you got to try this.
- I could use one.

If you like those,
you're gonna love tomorrow.

I found a deli that makes
the best Peruvian picarones.

Jimmy, you okay?

What? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm fine, fine.

Yeah, just fine?

Yeah, man, I know that look. What's up?

It's-it's nothing, really, it's just...

HR turned down my request
for an assistant.

You know, Kasie, too.
It's-it's not a big deal.

But didn't Kasie try out
two new assistants last week?

She did. Neither one of them worked out,

which is why I'm thinking
maybe HR got cold feet?

All right, hold on,
that's got to be a mistake.

Yeah, after all,
Ducky had you for years.

- You've had no one.
- Exactly.

You guys need some help.

I shouldn't have even brought it up.

It's just, it's been so long
since I had a partner.

Then let's bring it up with Vance.

Right now, like you and me?

We can all go, if it helps.

It's not like we're busy around here.

Oh, no. Oh, come on, man,
don't say that out loud.

What? What? It's true. It's a quiet day.

It's an all-too-rare quiet day.

- Yeah, don't jinx it.
- Okay, okay, fine, whatever.

Come on, Jimmy.

Let's go before I, uh, I jinx us

into the crime of the century, huh?

VANCE: I see.

And how did that happen?

WOMAN: Well, we're not sure... Huh.

Yeah, uh, I understand, kind of.

Um... so just get it figured out

and get back to me.

Okay, thanks.

- Am I in trouble?
- Can we get Ms. Hines in here?

She's off today, she's at the
forensics convention in Georgetown.

Is she in trouble?

No one's in trouble, Dr. Palmer.

I was just hoping not to have
to explain this more than once.

- Explain what?
- I'm not entirely certain myself,

but apparently due to a glitch
in our payroll system,

the two assistants that
Ms. Hines tried out last week

were somehow issued severance packages.

For one day's work?

As I said, glitch in the system.

A glitch that's gonna cost Jimmy
the assistant that he needs?

Again, Agent Parker, it's
not a need. (STAMMERS)

- It's really, it's okay.
- No, it's not okay, Jimmy.

You and Kasie bust
your butts down there.

I'm sure the director sees that, too.

It's just a temporary situation.

(PHONES CHIME)

We have a body on Route 60 in Fairfax.

Yeah, which the team will
definitely blame me for causing.

We can discuss this with
Ms. Hines tomorrow, Doctor.

Got it, Director, thanks.

Ooh, sfogliatelle. Love it.

- (SIREN WAILING)
- OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Hey, no skid marks on the
highway from the truck.

KNIGHT: But a fresh set
where a second vehicle stopped.

Truck was likely ambushed.

Guy never saw it coming.

JIMMY: Based on the
location of the wound,

I'd say he was dead
before he hit the stump.

All right, our victim is
Ensign Clyde Sims, 27.

According to the Norfolk office,
he was assigned to transport

classified cargo
to a secure facility in Reston.

Cargo's not secure anymore.

Must've been pretty valuable.

It was.

Three crates of black market opioids,

seized at sea by a Navy patrol boat,

with an estimated street value of...

- Anyone?
- Half a million?

- Three.
- Million?

TORRES: Looks like
our killer left a few pills

on the way out.

A lot of money for something so small.

KNIGHT: So small yet so much trouble.

MCGEE: It's got a logo on it.

TORRES: What is it, an "M"?

MCGEE: Maybe a "W"?

- Or a three?
- I don't know, Parker.

What do you think this looks like?

Agent Parker?

- Parker!
- (CAR DOOR SLAMS, ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell was that?

I don't know, but it can't be good.

Parker's still not in?

What, would you expect him to be?

Well, he has to turn up eventually.

I mean, no one just disappears all night

without returning a phone call.

I went by his house last night
and this morning.

It's like he dropped off
the face of the Earth.

"Dropped"? It's more like he ran.

Right after we found those.

MCGEE: Leaving us to figure it out.

Yeah, starting with, are those Ms

or Es or threes?

It's a "W." Turns out

these bootlegs were
quite popular ten years ago.

Where'd they come from?

Well, that's what I'm trying
to figure out.

That's why I came here early.

PARKER: Yeah, let me give you a hint.

The "W" is for Wills. Clayton Wills.

- Where you been?
- Never mind that. Just tell me

we have some leads, or do
I have to do everything

- around here?
- Hey, what happened?

No Peruvian picarones?

Hey, you think I'm joking?!

Whoa.

I think you need to take a step back.

Parker, take it easy.

Yeah, just tell us what's going on.

No, you tell me.
When I'm done with Vance,

I want a full update on our dead ensign,

the hijacked truck, and anything

you can find on Clayton Wills.

With a "W"!

Vance is not up there.

Where the hell is he?

Really, Director?

Severance packages for one day?

That's correct, Ms. Hines, but
as I told Dr. Palmer yesterday,

until HR can fix the glitch,

there won't be
any new hires for a while.

We've made it this far without
assistants, I'm sure we...

Seriously? Are you really still

going on about lab assistants,
Jimmy, or can I borrow

the director for something
a little more pressing?

- I actually...
- Civil tones, Parker.

I'll be civil. I just need a
few minutes, and it can't wait.

Outside.

Wait, hold on, hold on,
what about him? Anything?

- Well, cause of death...
- I know cause of death!

I saw it with my own eyes.
I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about the bullet.

Anything on the bullet?

It's still running through ballistics.

And I'm still pulling other bullets

from the truck
down in the evidence garage.

Well, isn't the evidence garage

where you should be right now?!

Parker!

Hey, first of all, cool your damn jets.

My jets are right
where they need to be, okay?

Look, this guy that we're after...

- What guy?
- And where have you been?

PARKER: Trying to get in to
see a guy named Clayton Wills,

but his lawyer insists
that I need to go through

proper channels, which
apparently means I need you,

Leon, in MTAC.

Ah, proper channels.
That's how it works, doesn't it?

With protocols that don't include
you running out on your team.

I didn't run out!

Okay.

I get it, I lost it.

Lost it or still losing it?

Look, I have my reasons.

Which I'd be happy
to explain on the way.

But, uh, this creep's lawyer is
expecting our call, so shall we?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

KNIGHT: Clayton Wills.

Founder and CEO of WillsNet,

"a crowd-funded start-up tech venture,

bringing you the latest in
cutting-edge computer hardware."

I know this company.

Delilah's got one of their,
uh, all-in-one chargers.

What's a computer geek have
to do with bootleg opioids?

Well, it says it right here in his bio.

He created WillsNet after
serving time in prison.

"Which is why WillsNet
is proud to employ

"parolees to help start over,
and lead more productive lives."

I'll bet a box of picarones
that Parker was the one

- who put this guy away.
- We working down there or not?!

- Keep digging!
- You got it.

Jefe.

KNIGHT: Who is that lunatic up there?

- And what has he done with Parker?
- Well, obviously,

this Clayton Wills guy
brings out the worst in him.

The worst? That guy up there
is someone we don't even know.

Gentlemen, I can assure
you both that Mr. Wills

has left his unfortunate past
far behind him.

We understand that, Ms. Haswell.

If you did, Director,

this call would not be necessary.

My client paid his debt to society

and now dedicates his life to
helping former inmates like himself.

She's got her lines down cold.

People love a good redemption
story, Agent Parker.

It's become a hallmark for our company.

Made us a darling in the tech world.

It's a hell of a cover,
I'll give you that.

Parker.

Let's avoid any unnecessary legal action

for harassment, shall we?

When do I get to see your boss?

I can't guarantee a time.

But in good faith,
I'll happily advise Mr. Wills

to cooperate in any way that he can.

Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it.

Good talk.

Gentlemen.

Really? We got the call
you wanted, threw it away?

I want Wills himself,

not his well-paid spokesperson.

Well, good luck getting it now.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) It's not a good time, Jer.

I'm right in the middle of s...

What?

Here?

Okay, have 'em take you to the
evidence garage, I'll meet you there.

Stop.

- Who was that?
- A friend, Leon.

Like you.

- Thanks.
- Hey!

You want to thank me?

Take a breath.

Last bullet looks just like the others.

Five rounds total.

Ballistics give you anything?

I was saving my report for Parker,

but, you know, I'm happy to practice.

Has anyone seen Dr. Jekyll today?

Uh, we are going with Hurricane Hyde.

Oh, yeah, no kidding.

What happened to him?

Uh, take a number.

Bullets?

.30-caliber with striations

that suggest it was fired
from a very old gun.

Like, World War II era.

Easy to score at gun shows
but hard to trace.

And we know the Hurricane is
gonna want a drug report, too.

And I will be ready for him.

These Ws are just cheap
oxycodone knockoffs

relying on grains of
fentanyl for strength.

So, between killing our ensign
and stealing fentanyl-laced pills...

These guys are easy to hate.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Ooh, brace yourselves.

Oh.

Hi. Evidence garage?

Oh, this is it. Can we help you?

I just hung up with Agent Parker.

Supposed to meet him down here.

Oh, then he'll be here.

Um, I'm Agent Knight, and you are...?

Jeremy Brighton?

Yes. Hey. Do I know you?

Hi. Uh, no, no.

But my wife and I are, like, huge fans

of your books and-and your podcast.

Wow. Thank you so much, Agent...?

Uh, Tim. McGee.

But just, you know, Tim's good.

Online parenting coach
for wheelchair users.

It works miracles with the twins.

Ah, twins. Double the fun.

And how do you know Parker?

He was my last partner at the Bureau.

- You were FBI?
- Retired.

And if you're his current team,

you should know he was really

singing your praises last night.

Last night he was with you?

Oh, I couldn't get him out of my house.

Park's a dog with a bone when
it comes to Clayton Wills.

You're one to talk.

I'm not obsessed, pal.

You worked that case together?

My last case, yep.

They're family. You can say it.

It's the case that put me in this chair.

BRIGHTON: Wills started out
as just a cocky street dealer,

before his "W" brand
started flooding the Northeast.

KNIGHT: Pharma opioids are bad enough.

A cheap alternative's hard to beat.

Yeah, which made
his little empire faster

than we could keep up with.
Made him more elusive, too.

We were after him for years
before that last firefight

with his crew, when we finally
took him down, however briefly.

Yeah, he only served four years.

Supposed to be 20,
but that little weasel gave up

a bunch of his friends,
got it down to six,

and then he walked on good behavior.

Explains why seeing those Ws
again really set you off.

Well, I wouldn't say that
it exactly "set me off."

Oh, that's affirmative
on "set off," yeah.

- It kind of did.
- PARKER: Okay.

Okay, but it makes me want to prove

more than ever that
Wills's new "company"?

It's nothing but a front.

Yeah, but it's not.

I mean, fronts usually don't
produce an actual product.

And I do seem to recall some bad guys

successfully managing to
reinvent themselves as good guys.

Not this guy.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, um... you are Delilah's
absolute favorite author,

and she would kill me if I
didn't get a quick selfie with you.

Do you mind? Oh... I'd be honored.

- Nice.
- I'll take it.

Heck, bring the family for
dinner sometime. Josie loves

entertaining, my son's a bit
older than your twins,

but he loves little kids.

Almost as much
as he loves his godfather.

TORRES: Oh.

Godfather?

(IMITATING MARLON BRANDO): Well...

Eli's a good boy.

(PHONE RINGS)

Director, yes, sir?

Is Parker with you?

- Yes.
- How is he?

Uh, he is, uh, better actually.

Good. I just got a call from the lawyer.

Clayton Wills is awaiting
a visit from both of you.

What, he's asking for me?

No, I am, and I'm not asking.

Hold a tight leash, McGee.

Clayton Wills is waiting for us.

Remember, Park.

You don't need a grudge,
you need evidence.

Yeah, whatever. McGee, let's go.

Good luck, Tim.

TORRES: Okay, Brighton, what's the deal?

Yeah, you're seem to be
the Parker Whisperer.

What happened to the Parker
that we know and love?

You mean the bird-watching, beer-making,

pastry-loving Parker?

Yeah. Wait.

"Beer-making"?

Before he started distracting
himself with those...

delightful obsessions,

my old partner was just an impulsive,

foul-mouthed, hot-headed son of a bitch.

- What changed him?
- Me getting shot.

Park had my six that night,
or was supposed to.

So he feels responsible.

Mm-hmm,
which made him want to change his ways,

but being stuck at
the Bureau made that impossible.

Joining you guys?

That allowed him
to embrace these hobbies

and turn over a new leaf.

WILLS: Hey!

Afraid I only have
a few minutes here to talk.

Agent Parker and, uh...

- Agent McGee, is it?
- Yeah.

Well, this should only take
a few minutes, so...

First of all, I, uh,

let me say, I was absolutely mortified

when Rebecca told me about
those copycat Ws out there.

Mimicking my trademark?

Former trademark, of course.

I have a new one now, as you can see.

'Cause you're a changed man.

I would hope we all are. (CHUCKLES)

I've decided life's
too short to hold animosity

against you
and your old partner for, uh,

for rightly putting me away.

Hell, Parker, without you,
I-I wouldn't be here.

In fact...

please accept my best seller.

Hmm?

Just to show there's
no hard feelings at all.

Still greasy after all these years.

(CHUCKLES) McGee?

Thank you. But, uh, actually,
I already have one.

My, uh, my wife loves the
all-in-one features on this guy.

You know, the AllDone is really
gonna revolutionize the industry.

Did you say "Alden"?

- Seriously?
- What? No.

The AllDone, as in a device

that does it all. AllDone. Get it?

Are you messing with me? "AllDone"?

"Alden"? You hear that, McGee?

Okay, maybe you should
let me do the talking.

Hey, y-you know what, I just,
I just thought of something.

A way to prove to you, Parker,

that we're on the same side here.

We're never gonna be on the same side.

Not even if I give you the name
and location of my old supplier?

Benny knew my product inside and out.

If anyone is copying my "W,"
it'd be him.

Benny who? Do you have a last name?

Ah, well, we didn't do last names,

but if he's still operating
out of his old place,

you'd better go in hot.

Benny works alone, but he,
uh, he really likes his guns.

In fact, Parker, I think Benny
may have been the one who, uh,

who paralyzed your buddy Brighton.

That was his name, right, Brighton?

You don't say his name.

Ever.

Sorry, I didn't mean to touch a nerve.

I just hope you're not blaming
yourself or anything.

I mean, what happened
to Brighton was so tragic,

- and if he...
- Don't say his name! I will kill you!

- Parker, Parker, come on! Come on...
- I will kill you.

- You understand me? You understand me?!
- Parker, stop it.

Gentlemen!

It's time to go.

The location's surrounded
by a bunch of boarded-up stores,

so if you have to shoot first,

there's no bystanders to worry about.

Hey, Parker, you don't have to
get your hands dirty on this one.

Yeah, seriously. If it's just one guy,
we can handle him alone.

Over my dead body.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Nothing to fear on my end, Leon.

Not anymore.

You're benched.

What?!

No.

Yes. After hearing from Wills's lawyer,
what do you expect?

I only wish I'd done it sooner.

McGee?

Wills got under
your skin without even trying.

If Benny is our guy,
we need him back alive.

And you think I can't do that?

I can keep my cool out there.

Better you keep it in here.
So no shots fired, got it?

Got it, Director.

KNIGHT: Don't worry, Parker.

We'll get him.

(CLANK)

KNIGHT: Can't say I blame him.

How can Parker not feel guilty?

Yeah, I get it, but...

But what?

But putting on the badge
comes with risks.

We can't blame ourselves
for everything that goes wrong.

Moving on is part of the job.

A part of the job that's not so easy

after you watch your partner get hit.

Especially when it was
your job to watch his back.

Well, best thing we can do
for Parker is, uh,

bring in this Benny guy.

I got your six in there.

Back at you.

TORRES: Pickle store, really?

So much for Benny working alone.

And it looks
like he's packing heat, too.

You know, it's possible they
don't make pickles here.

Ah, that's too bad, 'cause
who doesn't like a pickle?

Hey, uh, we're here to see, uh, Benny.

Yeah, we can just show ourselves in.

You have an appointment?

Oh, this'll only take a minute.

NCIS.

(SCOFFS) You guys got a warrant?

Of course we do, you sillypants.

Do you have a permit to carry
that gun under that coat?

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

We should call for backup.

MAN: What's going on?

If we don't go in now,
we might lose him for good.

(GRUNTING)

MAN: You can't come in here!

MAN 2: Who are you guys?

NCIS.

KNIGHT: Drop your weapons!

What do I pay you for? Shoot!

Whoa-whoa-whoa! Please don't!

No, we can't, Benny. We'd hit Francis.

- Francis, really?
- BENNY: Fine, don't shoot.

But instead of standing there,
take 'em out!

(GRUNTING)

(RINGS)

(GRUNTING)

(RINGS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

BENNY: Okay.

Hey, just calm down now.

Now that we got
those guys out of the way,

I'm sure we can talk this through.

- I'm sure we can.
- So talk.

You name it, I can help out.

You supplying for Wills?

Clayton Wills?

Why would I be working
for my competition?

Who the hell raids a pickle store?

Three years I've been there,
not one customer.

So who tipped you, huh?

It was Clayton Wills.

Who also says you're the one
who shot that FBI agent years ago.

I wasn't even there that night!

You know what Clayton's doing, right?

Having you take out the competition.

Free of charge.

Oh, yeah, keep talking.

Yep, Wills ratted him out, now hopefully

Benny will return the favor.

He better give us something.

As of now, we've got nothing on Wills.

BENNY: Okay, look,
there has to be something

I can do for you guys to help out.

How about you help yourself by
giving us something good?

Like where Wills is getting these made?

I wish I could tell you.

I hated seeing those make a comeback.

- Why, too much competition?
- They're so popular.

I was afraid they were gonna
put me out of business.

That's why I put threes

on my pills, hoping people
would mistake 'em for Ws.

So taking the Ws off the
streets would help your business?

Help? Hell yeah. It'd give me
total market control.

And how far would you go to
get "total market control"?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, you-you guys
think I did that?

You're the only one here who's
dreaming of an opioid monopoly.

You're also the only one
with armed muscle

that can actually pull it off.

So why wouldn't we think
that you did that?

Okay, I got it.

Something you can nail Wills with.

- Okay, we're listening.
- Know why you were able

to take my guys out so easily?

Because my best enforcers
left me a few months ago.

Oh, that's what it was.

Agree to disagree, but go on.

Manny and Omar, they left me
to work for someone else

around the same time the Ws
came back on the market.

So they've got to be working for Wills!

Does Manny and Omar have a last name?

Nobody's filling out W-2s for me.

But if you get them in here,
you show 'em that picture,

they'll turn on Wills in a heartbeat.

So how do we get them in here?

(LAUGHING): No idea.

(SMACKS LIPS)

All right.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, I mean,

I can set up a meeting.

It'll work, I swear.

Looks you'll be hosting a sting op.

The sooner, the better.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh.

Looks like Kasie's got something.

Well, maybe she can tell us
why a successful businessman

decided to return to dealing drugs.

KASIE: Their profits just don't add up.

Wills' lawyer sent me
all the financials I requested,

wanting to show that
Wills had nothing to hide.

- And?
- Oh, he's got plenty to hide.

And he's very bad at hiding it.

In fact, his own lawyer
even found a few red flags.

How red are we talking here?

KASIE: Wills may have
sold a lot of AllDones,

but after the initial sales
surge, his profits plateaued,

and he found himself
very deep in the red.

Wait, so he was losing money
every month?

That's the thing, he wasn't.

His company has some other...

revenue stream keeping them afloat.

Where it's from, I can't say.

Got to be the drugs.

Just need to find a way to prove it.

Luckily, I have my best man

running chemical analysis.

- Jimmy?
- Not yet.

Excuse me?

I'm still working on the
animations for the chart

I was gonna present. Just one minute.

Jimmy, you better give me those...

Behold.

Two sets of pills.

The Ws from the Navy seizure

and Benny's threes
from the pickle store.

Now, as you can see
from my animated chart...

...the two pills have two completely

different levels of fentanyl.

Thereby two...

distinct manufacturers.

One of whom is Clayton Wills?

Well, I can't tell for sure,
but I can tell you that

Benny did not make the Ws.

- Which we already know.
- We do?

We do, yeah.

But, um, it's cool animation.

Thanks.

Oh, um, I don't know why you're both

looking for help around here.

You guys have been partners for years.

Hmm.

Well, the animation was a nice touch.

Didn't quite stick the landing, though.

Hey.

Help me down in Autopsy?

Mm-hmm.

(DOOR OPENS)

I was hoping I wouldn't find
you stewing down here.

First this son of a bitch takes out you,

- now this poor kid.
- Whoa, pal.

I don't know if you can tell
from where you're standing,

but I'm not dead. I'm living.

In fact, I love my life.

Last I checked, you're alive, too.

- I guess.
- You guess?

Your team is just as you described.

A family that sees you
as one of their own.

You're living, pal.

You just need to look around and see it.

You think I don't try?

I mean, this place
has been great for me.

It's what I feel when I'm
not here that gets to me.

I-I fill the silence with
everything I can. Birds, piano,

pastries!

Well, you got 'em roped in with
the pastries, I got to say. Good move.

I'm burning alive, Jer, I mean, this...

this guilt, I can't shake it off, man.

All right, pal.

Let's get you out of here.
Maybe you need some rest.

Maybe this is how
a person is supposed to feel

after they shoot
their best friend in the back.

Maybe I just have to accept that

this is just who I am now.

You know I don't blame you
for anything that night.

It was pure fog of war...

stuff, bullets in every direction.

- Not your fault.
- Not my fault?

My bullet hit your spine.

And whether I was shooting
at somebody else or not,

that's definitionally my fault.

- Enough.
- You can tell yourself it wasn't.

And that might help you sleep at night,

but it's what keeps me up, pal.

Well, you and no one else.

Because what happened that night

stayed between you, me and our C.O.

We didn't need to lose
two agents that night.

We're not doing this again.
You're not going to console me

about your injury that I caused!

Well, then don't make me!

I mean, do you think I like this?

Carrying your guilt
on top of everything?

No. No, Jer.

- I never meant to...
- Then what is it?

You want punishment? You want
me to be angry with you?

Maybe.

I remember you saying

you kept the letter I wrote

next to your badge and gun
at the Bureau.

I wasn't surprised to find it

in the same place here.

It's a reminder
to keep levelheaded in the field

and what can happen if you don't.

I wrote this about, mm,

a month after what happened.

And I was thinking

now is the time to reread it.

Letter's still sealed, Park.

You never read it.

I'll read your damn letter.

Right after I take out Wills.

Wh-What the hell are you talking about?

What do you mean, "take out Wills"?

What's... Ensign Sims doing out?

C-Can I help you?

I'm fine, Jimmy.
Nobody needs your help here.

Just mind your own business.

All due respect, Agent Parker,

that body is my business.

We were just leaving, Jimmy.

Yeah. Heading home.

I could go for a cold one.
How about you?

I'm telling you, they're
gonna show up any minute.

I think.

MCGEE: You better hope so, Benny.

Yeah. We can't help you with sentencing

if you can't help us tonight.

These guys are almost two hours late.

No, no, no, listen.

I made them a pretty sweet offer.
They'll come.

MCGEE: Well, you got
another half hour, Benny.

So Parker's making beer
and he hasn't shared any?

I was thinking the exact same thing.

I mean, it's not like we would drink
it in the squad room or anything.

I'm good with the pastries.

(PHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTS)

Ooh. Speak of the devil.

Where we at, McGee?

Parker, you know I'm not supposed

to be talking to you about this case

while you're still benched, right?

McGee, I'm not gonna get
in the middle of anything.

I'm home watching the game.

I just want to know

if we're gonna nail this guy or not.

Well, I wish I had better news
for you, but...

(SIGHS) we don't have anything
illegal on this guy yet.

We're waiting on two of Wills' guys,

but they haven't shown yet.

So it doesn't look good.

Parker?

Hello?

Our lead's down to six.

They better step it up on defense.

Eh, no worries.

They're a fourth-quarter team.

Hey, where are the beers?

Oh. You know, I just ran out.

I'll be right back, okay?

Don't lose the lead.

TORRES: I'm telling you,
we're wasting our time.

These guys are not coming.

All right, I'm calling it.
Let's head in.

Just give it ten more minutes.

(PHONE RINGING)

(EXHALES)

- Hello?
- Agent McGee, Jeremy Brighton.

Is Parker with you?

No, I thought he was with you.

Nope. He's gone.

I don't know where he is,
but if I had to guess,

I'd say he's headed to Wills.

Damn it. Okay, um...

Thanks, Brighton. We'll find him.

Parker?

In the wind. We're done here.

Actually, I think
we're just getting started.

BENNY: Ah. Told you.

They might run late,
but they got here eventually.

KNIGHT: Those sure do look
like World War II-era weapons.

Carried by the same two guys
that tossed Parker and I

out of Wills' warehouse.

I'll take the alley, circle around back.

BENNY: Manny. Omar.

How great to see you both again.

Glad I could pry you
away from your new jobs.

How they treating you, huh?

You look good. I like that.

NCIS!

Weapons down!

Put it down!

On your knees!

Good?

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

(GRUNTING)

All right!

You guys can help us out with this one.

Are those Ws or Ms?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What the hell took you guys so long?

You can't leave me hanging like this!

Manny, I need you in here packing.
And, Omar, get me, uh, some...

Oh,
you're really burning the midnight oil,

aren't you, Clayton?

You know, the courts won't like you, uh,

breaking and entering like this, Alden.

And your parole officer won't
like you sitting there with, uh,

drugs and a gun either.

Nobody was watching the door.

You a little short-staffed?

It's hard to find good people to
work with these days, isn't it?

No. I've actually had pretty good luck.

I assume this is
how you keep your company afloat

during tough times?

No one in Silicon Valley
would touch, uh, an ex-con.

First it was working out great.

I was the only, uh, stockholder.

But things change. You run
into a couple of bad quarters,

there's no one there
to bail you out, so...

So... here we are.

You and me.

You come here alone?

I did.

- In that case...
- Hey.

If it's just the two of us,

let's be frank.

How can I help you, Alden, hmm?

What do you need?

So, is that... is that it?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You want me to reach for the gun?

Hmm? So you can take me out?

Justified shooting?

Hmm?

Doesn't matter what I want.

I'm here to take you in.

But I will put you down
without a second thought, so...

yeah, don't touch the gun.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PANTING)

Turn around!

On your knees!

(PANTING) Now!

Pl...

Please.

Please don't kill me.

(PANTING)

What?

Are you actually begging?

Yeah, why not?

I'm-I'm not some evil genius.

I'm trash.

Okay? I get that.

Just-just please don't kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you.

Wh-Why'd you come to my,
my office by yourself? Hmm?

Why are you here, Parker?

What do you want?

I want to end all this.

I want you to confess

to the killing of that Navy kid
driving the truck.

Ensign Clyde Sims.

He doesn't need to confess, Parker.

His workers did it for him.

Wills ordered them to steal back
the bootlegs, and leave no witnesses.

No getting out early this time.

(GRUNTS)

So much for being benched.

Parker, we had this under control.

What did you come here to do tonight?

(SNIFFLES)

Just needed to be sure, McGee,

that he was taken away. (SNIFFLES)

It's over now.

I'm good.

KNIGHT: Turns out the lawyer

for WillsNet is taking over the company.

She was the only person
who would give him money,

making her the sole investor
who is not in jail.

Yeah, apparently
she's a true believer in,

uh, helping parolees getting
their lives back on track.

Nice. Good to hear.

I was gonna tell Delilah

that we're getting rid of the AllDones,

but, uh, if the company's
really helping people,

then I feel pretty good
about keeping 'em.

Let's go. It's quitting time.

Uh, not for me.

When Parker got benched,
I took lead, so...

that leaves me
with the after action report.

It'll only take me a couple
hours, so you guys go ahead.

Um, I will get started
on the sting details.

Yeah, and send me everything you
got on, uh... on Wills so far.

You got it.

JIMMY: Yeah, good as new. Almost.

Thanks, Jimmy.

I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier.

You didn't deserve that.

No worries.

Thanks for saying that, though.

I understand.

No one should be judged
by their worst days.

KASIE: Ah.

Okay, Dr. Palmer.

All of your body-cutting sharp things

are officially sterilized,

which leaves me officially done

for the day as your assistant.

Which, I got to say, feels pretty good.

Thanks, Kase.

All right. Well...

you two have a good night.

Turn the lights out when you leave.

"No one should be judged
by their worst days."

I like that.

Jimmy's always coming up
with stuff like that.

He's good.

But how about you?

How you doing, pal? Feeling any better?

I don't know.

I always thought of that creep

as some kind of criminal mastermind.

So I'd be certain that when I
took him down, I'd feel better.

But instead

nothing's changed.

Want to know what I think?

Would it stop you if I didn't?

I think you're stuck, pal.

And I don't think arresting

anyone is gonna change that for you.

If anything, I feel worse.

Oh, come on. Not that letter again.

I get that you weren't ready before...

- And what if I'm still not?
- Well, then, too bad.

Just read it. Out loud.

I'm not gonna read your letter out loud.

You know what it says.

You heard it already.

- You don't need to hear it.
- But you do.

Then you read it.

Which one of us has the wheelchair?

I forget.

Think I like playing that card?

I do not.

But I've already dealt with that night.

You haven't.

(SCOFFS)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

"Parker."

"Ask a higher power

"why bad things happen to good people,

"I'm pretty sure you'd come up empty.

"What I can tell you is that
I've spent far too much time

"resenting you.

Hating you..."

Give me that.

Out loud.

All right.

"...far too much time
resenting you. Hating you.

Dreaming of you lying
in a pool of your own blood."

Very good.

"And this time I'd be
the one pulling the trigger.

"But that was yesterday.

Today I'm choosing to..."

"Today I'm choosing to move forward.

"It's normal to be consumed
and frozen by fear and trauma.

"I was in that place,

and I know you're there right now."

"But you need to remember
you're not alone in this."

Oh. Thank you.

PARKER: "You have a partner."

"You'll always have a partner in me."

"I got your six.

I'll do my part."

"And I need you to do yours. So...

first, know this..."

"I forgive you."

Keep going.

(SIGHS)

"I know

"you've heard that from me before,

"but I want you to read this every day

"until you're able to move on.

"It won't happen overnight, but you...

you have to start somewhere, so..."

"I absolve you, pal.

"And now it's your turn.

So say it."

"Say it to yourself.

I forgive you."

I forgive you.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)