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[man and woman laughing]

WOMAN: [squeals] Oh, my... MAN: Oops.

[both laughing]

Oops.

Am I in trouble?

- Hey, trouble.
- Come get me.

[chuckles]
I'll come and get you.

[laughing]

Oh! [squeals]

Oh, my God!
[laughs]

What is it?

We should do it
in the panic room.

We should totally
do it in the panic room.

[chuckles]

Ooh.

Fancy.

Oh.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[laughs]

After you.

It's like
a James Bond movie.

[chuckles]: Oh.
Q wishes

he had gadgets like this.

[giggling]

♪ ♪

[kissing, laughing]

♪ ♪

McGEE: Hey, man.

- Yo.
- Huh. What you got there?

Oh, I got some ibuprofen,
some vitamin C

and some good
old-fashioned electrolytes.

Were you expecting Knight to
be under the weather or...

I can almost guarantee it.

I was her plus-one at Robin's
graduation party last night.

- Oh, Knight's sister?
- Mm-hmm.

Where's she graduating from?

Some online hat-making academy.

It's, uh, not exactly a degree
I would throw a party for.

Oh, not a party.

A rager. Dude,

it was a Knight
you've never seen.

- Ooh. Do tell.
- First of all,

she started going toe-to-toe
with her sister, right?

And she's, like, starts with
a couple of beers, right?

And then, all of
a sudden, it's like,

"I'm switching to guns!"Tequila.

- What?
- I wouldn't be surprised

- if she calls in sick.
- Who's calling in sick?

Oh, Knight, uh...
[playful whistle]

drank a lot last night.

Yeah, she's gonna be
- hurting this morning.
- Oh.

Do I detect a bit of
schadenfreude, Agent Torres?

Parker, me? No.

I'm just so sad

that she's gonna be
in a world of pain today.

Good morning.

Ooh.

Do I have something on my face?

How are you feeling?

You know,

just last night...

Oh. Fine.

Woke up early, went for a run.

Finished up those ROIs that
I've been trying to get to.

PARKER: It's as though
you're in top shape,

Agent Knight, just
like I'd expect.

What's all this?

[chuckling]: Oh.

You thought
I was gonna be hungover.

A rhino would have been hungover
after last night.

Oh, please.

It was just a couple of drinks.

Besides, I am not the one
who forgot his jacket.

That's not my jacket.

KNIGHT: Sure it is.

You put it on my shoulders
when I was cold.

On your shoulders?

KNIGHT: Yeah. When I was cold.

Huh. I think I know
my own jacket.

Especially...

since it's sitting
over there on my chair.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a case.

So many questions.
So many questions.

Like whose jacket is this?

And how did you end up
wearing it home?

You can discuss Agent Knight's
wardrobe choices later.

Y'all need to get
to Georgetown.

There's a body
at the Hemstead Court.

This one needs
to stay on the DL.

There was an attempted robbery
at the home of Freddy Martin.

CEO of Radmore Freddy Martin.

The defense contractor?

- The very big defense contractor.
- Why's it on the DL?

Because the secretary
of defense says it is.

KNIGHT:
Seems like a lot of blood

for a single gunshot wound.

That's because the bullet
severed the carotid artery.

It's a perfect shot, really.

If the goal was to make

as much of a mess as possible.

PARKER: If you didn't know
that there was

intruders in the apartment,
why were you in the panic room?

Oh, uh, we were having,
um, a discussion.

And, uh, when during this...

discussion did you realize
that there was a break-in?

When a giant man in a mask
appeared in the doorway.

- At which point you shot him.
- At which point

I had a panic attack.

I shot him.

McGEE: Oh.

You have a very brave wife,
Mr. Martin.

WOMAN: She's not his wife.

I am.

Sheila.

Melinda. Sorry about the robe.

- Keep it.
- Listen, baby,

I can... Explain? I doubt it.

But I'm dying to hear you try.

Uh, Mrs. Martin,
I'm Special Agent Park... Hold that thought.

[clears throat]

You can't go back there.

[sighs]

Freddy, we need
to speak. Alone.

Give us the room.

[sighs] I'm afraid that's
not how crime scenes work.

[scoffs]
Very well. Freddy. Outside.

Ma'am, you won't
be going anywhere

until I've had the chance
to question you.

By all means.

Shall we speak in the bloodbath

that was my bedroom
or next to the woman

who's sleeping with my husband?

How about we all go outside?

What a novel idea.

[door closes]
Oh, that was awkward.

Yeah, so let's do our thing

so we can get out of here
before round two starts.

McGEE:
Well, Nick's still combing
through the security footage.

But whoever broke in here
didn't touch the safe,

- the cash or any of the jewelry.
- Okay.

So, what were they after?

I don't think it was a what.
I think it was a who.

Yeah, I found this
underneath the body

after I rolled him over.

We have a blackout hood,

zip ties... Oh.

And chloroform.

Not looking like a robbery.

Looking more like a kidnapping.

McGEE:
Freddy Martin, CEO of Radmore.

It's a defense company worth

over $200 billion
last year.

Good reason
to try to abduct him.

It's probably why
his company has

a kidnap and ransom
policy on him.

They even helped pay
for his panic room.

Well, Freddy Martin will have
to answer a few more questions.

Yeah, well, he's on
private plane right now

headed to Geneva
for the NATO summit.

Alongside a DoD-assigned
security detail.

Are we ignoring the
mistress in the room?

What if this doesn't have to do
with business but with his...

- complicated domestic situation?
- Well, Melinda Martin

didn't seem very happy

when she saw Sheila
wearing her robe.

And she did not seem surprised.

Well, maybe Melinda's
sick of seeing

other people wear her clothes

and hired a few guys
to make Freddy disappear.

She's meeting with Vance now.

One of us
needs to talk to her again.

[scoffs]

Seriously?

Well, you know, it seems like
you two had a connection.

When she told me
to hold her bag

or because she gave me
her coffee order

- when she got here?
- I mean, either way,

you already have an in.

- Yeah.
- Besides,

McGee and I have
another case that, uh,

really needs our attention.

Why is my jacket
in an evidence bag?

Okay, first off, Knight,
that is not your jacket.

Yes, we need to find
the rightful owner.

And since you don't
seem to remember...

Mm-hmm.

Hey, that's my coffee.

The lamps, the sconces--

all covered
with fingerprint dust.

But that is not the main issue.

And what's the main
issue, Mrs. Martin?

Discretion.

I need your word
this won't leak to the press.

I can assure you
that my agents will never...

I can get over
the ruined Kashan rugs.

I can even overlook the rudeness
of some of your agents.

But if I read that my home

turned into
a Quentin Tarantino movie

in some two-bit D.C.
gossip blog...

Mrs. Martin.

Please. I've known your
husband for some time.

NCIS will get to
the bottom of this.

Quietly.

Now Agent Knight
will show you out.

KNIGHT:
To the conference
room, actually.

We still have a few
more questions for you.

Well, I'm perfectly
comfortable here.

And make it quick.

I've already missed
half the day's appointments

cleaning up Freddy's mess.

KNIGHT:
About that mess--

would you say there's a lot

of bad blood between you
and Mr. Martin?

What would make you think
that there's bad blood?

Literally every word
out of your mouth.

KNIGHT:
And you did walk in on

him and his... Whore?

Yes.

But Freddy and I

have an arrangement.

Our marriage has been dead
- for years.
- So, you knew

about his affair?

Me and half the Beltway.

Freddy's affairs are
the worst kept secret in D.C.

- Isn't that right, Leon?
- I don't know Freddy that well.

KNIGHT:
Well, maybe this arrangement

hasn't been working out

too well lately.

And what would
give you that idea?

The dead man
on your bedroom floor,

for starters, and the fact
that his friends intended

to kidnap your husband.

This is what can't get out.

Where were you
- last night, Mrs. Martin?
- I took a last-minute

flight to the Vineyard.

And let me save you
some time, Agent Useless.

If I was going to have

my husband kidnapped...

it would have worked.

I think a skosh
to the left, Jimmy.

Wait, your left or my left?

Camera left, Jimmy.
Always camera left.

Okay. I'm sorry.
It's a little tricky

- with the rigor mortis and all.
- Ugh.

Are you guys trying to take
a selfie with the bad guy?

No. No, of course not.

We're trying to unlock
his iPhone.

Hoping he set up facial ID.

Anything to tell us who he was

- working for?
- Well, his fingerprints

aren't in any of our systems,

but, uh, he appears to be
about a 45-year-old male,

he had a rib sandwich
for his final meal,

and judging by the plaque
that we found in his arteries,

he probably would have had
a cardiac arrest that killed him

in the next five years,
you know,

if he hadn't been shot.

Be really helpful

- to get into that phone.
- Well, we'd have to

guess his six-digit passcode,

and we only have five tries left
before we're locked out.

You know,
statistically speaking,

it would be his anniversary.

Or, if he had a dog,
its birthday.

Who knows their dog's birthday?

- Who doesn't?
- Um...

I don't know, why don't you try,
mm...

110115.

- Ooh, I'm in.
- How did you know that?

Educated guess.

JIMMY and KASIE:
Oh...

Not very smart
keeping your passcode

on your ankle like that.

You able to get an ID?

No, it looks like
a burner phone.

No identifying information.

Oh.

Take a look at this.

KNIGHT:
Mrs. Martin,

not finished
asking my questions yet.

Oh, I'm done.
I'm done with questions.

I'm done with these
hideous orange walls,

and I'm done with you,
Agent Knight.

I'm just trying to do my job.

And good luck
with that.

VANCE:
Mrs. Martin, you can't leave.

You can't hold me here.
I'm not a suspect.

Not a suspect. No.

I just got a call
from Agent Parker.

Knight, check your phone.

We found evidence

on the dead kidnapper's phone.

E-Evidence of what?

Your husband wasn't the target

of the abduction attempt.

You were.

So Mrs. Martin was
the kidnappers' intended target.

Yeah. I don't think they
realized what they were in for.

Well, we need
to put this to bed fast.

Sec def has already called me
twice before breakfast.

Right in the middle
of your Wheaties?

Apparently, he woke up

to several missed calls

from Melinda.

As in, 12.

I think he's hoping that
we can do something to stop her

from calling again, and
I can't say that I blame him.

So, where are we?

We're working on motive first

and putting Mrs. Martin
in protective custody

with... Agent Knight.

Agent Knight?
And Mrs. Martin agreed to this?

"Agree" is a strong word,
but Knight is currently

with Mrs. Martin and packing
a bag for the safe house.

Being stuck in an enclosed space
with Melinda Martin

might actually be against
the Geneva Convention.

The good news is everybody
is highly motivated

to solve this quickly and
return Mrs. Martin to her

natural habitat.

I think what we're
dealing with here is... PARKER: You're still processing

evidence from the crime scene?

Uh, well, not exactly.

Yeah, we are

waiting on some of

Mrs. Martin's, uh,
financial records.

And, in the interim,
you just decided

to do a CSI on Knight's
leather jacket?

Okay, what'd you find?

Okay, so we have a...

crumpled tissue.

- All right.
- Unused.

And then, we have
a box of Tic Tacs.

Also got a mysterious barcode

glued on the inside pocket

of Knight's borrowed coat here.

We got a ringer

with garment industry
experience

doing a full analysis for us.

Oh, that's good.
That sounds good.

I'm sure you'll find
the owner in no time.

And maybe
they'll know why

someone tried to kidnap
Melinda Martin.

Uh, yeah, so she's actually
kind of tricky to pin down.

Melinda's got
her hands full

in all kinds of powerhouse
D.C. organizations,

but she keeps
a very low profile.

Yeah, doesn't do any publicity

and she rarely
lets herself be photographed.

What kind of organizations?

Talking about the Smithsonian,

the NEA, the
Kennedy Center.

I doubt someone tried to abduct
her for her house seats.

Oh, those are just her
hobbies. Main event

is the Brighter
Days Fund.

It's a foundation she started

to find homes
for orphan children.

Yeah, with an endowment
- north of $50 million.
- And get this:

Melinda's the only one

authorized to
access the funds.

That's 50 million reasons
to grab her.

All right, I'll have
Knight get into it

with Melinda, see if we can
get a suspect list from her.

MELINDA:
A lifetime of despair

and loneliness. That's what
you're setting yourself up for,

- Agent Knight.
- Because I'm wearing
comfortable shoes?

Because it shows that
you're using your career

to hide from something.

Hide from what?

Who knows?

Meaningful relationships,

proper skin care.

Have you considered
freezing your eggs?

[scoffs, laughs]

Uh, you know what?
I could do this all day,

but I'm still
not gonna go anywhere,

so how about we shift the topic
from me and my eggs

to you and your foundation?

Can you think of anyone

who would want access
to the endowment?

Oh, I know--
Jenny Dumane.

Last week, at the
board luncheon,

I caught Jenny Dumane
sticking one of my napkin rings

in her purse.

I didn't have the heart
to tell her it wasn't

- my real silver.
- But...

[scoffs] Jenny's too lazy
to plan a kidnapping.

Why do you look like
you're gonna go play tennis?

'Cause I'm going
to go play tennis.

You were the target
of a violent abduction attempt.

We need to keep you secure.

Nothing is more secure
than the Georgetown

tennis club.
You have to

submit your S.A.T. scores

just to be
a probationary member.

- Mrs. Martin, I have a job to do.
- And I

have an 11:00 a.m. match,
which I don't intend to miss.

You're going to miss it because
we're going to the safe house.

No, we are not.

[sighs]
Because we both know

that you can't legally
compel me to do anything.

As my protective detail,
you must go where I go.

You're right.

I'm just gonna call
for extra backup.

I figured a squad

of uniformed naval security
should do the trick.

Unless, of course, you think
that Big Sal and his boys

will draw too
much attention.

I don't think that
that is necessary.

I'm sure you're perfectly
capable of keeping me safe.

So, let's make a deal.

I am all ears.

We go to the club today,
just this once,

and then I will follow you
to whatever flea trap you want.

- And no more complaining.
- One more condition:
you have to change.

Change what?

Everything.
[scoffs]

TORRES:
Hey, Jimmy.

Any luck getting an ID
on our dead body's tattoo?

I just sent the photographs
up to Kasie.

It's in her hands now.

And, um...

What about, uh...
the other thing?

Oh, you mean the barcode
from your mystery jacket.

Yeah.

I used my family's
connections

in the dry cleaning
industry.

Turns out these barcodes
are an excellent system

for tracking down customers.

You found the jacket's owner?

Got an e-mail
from Sunnydaze Dry Cleaning

- just before you got here.
- Ah.

It's got to be someone
that Knight was flirting with

that night at the party.

Mm... What's that now?

Did McGee not tell you
what this was for?

No.

No, McGee didn't tell me,
but I, you know...

I'm sure I can figure that out.

And, uh...

That's okay.
Because, uh, I just...

I just want Jess to be happy.

You know?
And-and if that happiness

lies with...

Herman Goldweather,

an actuary
from Bethesda,

then...

...good for her.

- Okay, that can't be, man.
- Tell me about it.

I mean, I thought Jess
- always went for the cool guys.
- Yeah, um...

Look, I'm not talking
about Knight.

I'm talking about
how is this guy

- wearing the same jacket as me?
- I'm sure it looks

much better on you.
Uh...

Oh, Kasie, hey.

Doesn't Nick's jacket
look great on him?

I do not care.
Hey, I finally

got an ID on our suspect. Ugh!
But it wasn't easy.

Every federal database

I ran that tattoo through
was a dead end.

So, I tried
looking past

the tattoo design to the
ink colors themselves.

Did you know there are
only 23 shades of blue?

So, when I found

both royal and powder blue
in our tattoo,

I figured it was as good
as a partial print.

As it turns out,

those two shades
are used together

exclusively by
the Kansas City Royals,

who won the
World Series

on November 1st, 2015.

11/01/15,
just like the tattoo.

I ran the tattoo through
the Missouri bureau database

and, voila--

got a name.
Edward Silvino,

petty loan shark
who just so happened

to break his parole to come
all the way up to D.C.

TORRES:
The question is why.

[grunts]
Game, set, match.

And that is how
you do a nooner, Sheila.

Marjorie, you sexy beast.

[laughs]

All right, I will
see you on Tuesday.

- Mm.
- Thank you.

All right.

You have a
great forehand.

Is it me, or

did it look like
you were having fun?

Oh, that was just
me blending in.

Okay.
Maybe a little bit of fun.

This life of leisure
has its perks.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I know what you think of me.

But I don't think you're getting
the full picture.

What do you see here?

A whole lot of gin and tonics
at 12:15 on a Tuesday afternoon.

Mm-hmm.
Look closer.

This

is a marketplace.

The business
of Washington.

Campaign donations,
legislative bills.

They just got funding for
- the Veterans Jobs Project.
- ALL: Cheers.

Everyone here is working.

Including you?

Me especially.

Marjorie is worth tens
of thousands to my foundation.

Maybe slightly less since
we didn't let her win.

It's exhausting, but

the money I raise changes lives.

Well, Mrs. Martin, I held up
my end of the bargain,

so now it's time to head back
to the safe house.

Call me Melinda.

You earned it with that serve.

And, um, I'm sorry.

For what?

For being so hard on you

when you were
only doing your job.

Thank you.

Though I think
you're only being nice to me

because I helped you
whup Sheila's ass.

[laughing]

Well, that certainly
didn't hurt.

[phone rings]

Well, this is good news.
We have an ID on the person

who tried to abduct you.
Uh, Edward Silvino.

- Does that name ring a bell?
- No, I've never

heard it before.
Who is he?

Some loan shark out of
Kansas City.

I left something very important
at the penthouse.

We need to make a pit stop.

TORRES:
Just talked to Knight.

Melinda forgot her Invisalign.

They're headed back
to the penthouse.

No threat too imminent
- to ignore your dental health.
- Melinda

definitely had a reaction
to our dead guy's ID.

Knight thinks
she's hiding something.

Oh, she's definitely
hiding something.

The reason that we couldn't
find her financial records

isn't because they were buried

in rich-people
tax shelters.

It's because prior to 2002,
she didn't have any records.

The woman's one of the most
powerful philanthropists in D.C.

You're saying she didn't even
have a checking account?

Not even a piggy bank.

So I looked for other evidence
that she existed before 2002.

Nothing. No previous
addresses, no photos.

The only personal detail
that I could find of hers

was a wedding announcement

in the Post."Melinda Martin Willis

"grew up in Rhode Island

and attended Jamestown Prep."

I'm assuming you talked
- to Jamestown Prep?
- I did.

Melinda Willis
did graduate from there.

But she died
22 years ago.

[sighs]
Seems that our D.C. socialite

isn't who she says she is.

KNIGHT:
I thought you just needed

your Invisalign.[chuckles] It was a metaphor.

The silver lining is

I, uh, finally have an excuse

to redecorate,

sell it or...

burn it down.

- I never liked it here.
- Why not?

It's beautiful.

When it's not covered in blood.

[chuckles] It's just something
to hide behind, really.

An extremely elegant facade.

Melinda, when I told you

that guy who tried to abduct you
was from Kansas City,

you looked like
you got hit in the gut.

What's going on?

I haven't been completely honest
with you, Agent Knight.

I need to show you something.

[sighs]

So, this was recorded

the day before those men
broke into the house.

Let me guess.
This has to do with Kansas City?

I think it speaks for itself.

What exactly
am I looking for here?

[door closes]

[lock clicks]
Got to be kidding me.

Melinda?

Melinda!

[sighs]

How's it going, McGee?

Well, same as it was
45 seconds ago,

but another 30,
I should have access

to the panic room's
remote control panel.

You doing okay?

Let's just say I'm not a fan

of small, enclosed spaces.

PARKER: All right, all right.

Maybe use that anxious energy

to scan the security footage

and see what Melinda was doing

after she locked you in there.

You know, not as sympathetic
a response as I was hoping,

but good idea.

McGEE:
Don't worry, Jess, almost there.

Maybe.

It's a really
sophisticated system.

This door could keep out
a nuclear winter.

KNIGHT: Yeah, I heard
all of that, McGee.

Okay, what do we got?
Uh, when Melinda was 18,

she stole this
dead woman's identity,

moved to D.C.,

becomes this powerful socialite.

Yeah, now someone's
trying to kidnap her.

Okay, it looks like Melinda

left in a hurry.

But then she stopped to make
a phone call on her way out.

McGEE:
Send, uh, over the footage,

I'll see if I can
catch the number.

Love to know where she's going.

KASIE:I don't know
where she's going,

but I know where she came from.

I did some digging

on the old ring
that Knight found

in Melinda's jewelry box.

Turns out it is a class ring
from Mount Washington High

in Kansas City.

I was able to find some of their
old yearbooks online.

This one is from 22 years ago.

Whoa.

That's our Melinda.

Mm, her
real name

is April Day.
She grew up

in a trailer park
outside of Kansas City

and graduated homecoming queen
and valedictorian,

then poof-- disappeared.

Along with her homecoming king.

Good-looking couple.
We should track

this dude down.
See if he knows why

Melinda skipped town.

Don't bother.

He's been dead for 20 years.

His name was Jason Marino.

- You know the guy?
- PARKER: Not exactly.

But I definitely
know his mother.

Carla Marino,

matriarch of the biggest
organized crime family

- in the Midwest.
- Drugs, gun running, racketeering.

Carla's ruthless.

One of the worst I've ever seen.

And no one's ever been
able to take her down?

I spent years on
an FBI task force trying to.

Never got close.

Every time we got
a confidential informant,

they'd end up dead.

And her son Jason--
- was he in the family business?
- No.

Just a kid when he was killed.

Motorcycle accident
after high school.

He's the only thing
Carla ever loved.

After he died,
it only made her meaner.

So Melinda Martin,

wife of the most powerful
defense contractor

in the country,

used to be connected
to the Kansas City mob.

And I'm thinking maybe still is.

That'd be very convenient
for Carla.

There's a lot
of money to be made

skimming off the
defense industry.

And I wouldn't
put it past her

to pluck a girl
out of the sticks

and then plant her
into D.C. society.

And the kidnapping? What...

Well, maybe their partnership
went south

and Carla and Melinda
had a falling out.

If you're here, I'm assuming
Knight's out of the panic room.

Yeah. We had a hit on the phone
number that Melinda dialed

before she took off.

It's a cell phone
belonging to a Brian Carter.

He's an Episcopalianminister

from upstate New York.

So, why is our
mob-adjacent socialite

calling a small-town minister?

I'm guessing it wasn't
to confess her sins.

But then again, maybe it was.
- Did you ping the cell?
- Yeah.

He's been in Rock Creek
Park for the last hour.

Could be meeting up
with Melinda.

- Mm-hmm.
- You want me to

- grab Nick, check it out?
- Go.

KNIGHT:
I don't know, Parker.

Melinda's a lot of things, but

Kansas City gangster
is not one of 'em.

Says the agent
who just spent two hours

locked in a panic room.

Okay, I'm not saying
I trust her.

I'm just saying that
we're still missing a piece

of the Melinda puzzle.

Well, we're still missing
all of Melinda.

Headed to Rock Creek Park to
meet up with Torres and McGee.

If we find her,
I will say hello.

Just watch your back.

If Carla Marino
really is involved...

Well, she's a piece of work.

Yeah, copy that.

Don't.

McGEE:
The minister's cell phone
should be down here somewhere.

By the way, what happened
to the leather?

You're not wearing your jacket.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

People change their jackets.

Especially when,
uh, they're identical

to the one a certain
balding accountant wears.

He's an actuary, Tim.
Details matter.

Isn't that Melinda's SUV?

Yeah.

NCIS.

Hands where we can see 'em.

Dead.

Hey, I got tire tracks here.

Looks like heavy truck.

I got high-heel prints

heading into the park.

Melinda was definitely here.

Yeah, I wonder
what she was doing.

Meeting with the minister,

somebody started shooting
and then she just took off?

Or Melinda lured the minister
here, shot him herself.

Oof.

Get in the truck.

[grunting]

On your knees!
Get down!

Guess you made it
out of the panic room, huh?

Yeah, good guess.

You should have
stayed there.

- I was trying to protect you.
- That's my job.

Now you want to tell
me what the hell's going on?

Shut up!

She wants to talk to you.

WOMAN:
Well, hello, April.

You've been
a very hard woman to find.

Carla Marino, I presume?

This is NCIS
Special Agent Knight.

I told you to shut up.

April, you know what I want.

Screw all the way off, Carla!

All right,
have it your way, dear.

I'm happy to move to plan B.

What's plan B?

- Whoa, guys, slow down.
- Get up!

- Get up.
- No, no, no, no, no!

Isn't kidnapping
and assaulting a federal agent

enough felonies for one day?

- Stop!
- Shut up! Sit down!

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

She is unarmed,
she is tied up.

We can walk away.
You can walk away.

Please, n... No.

Open.

[grunts]

No... [gagging]

McGEE:
Burning a hole in that photo.

Always good to keep an eye
on Carla Marino.

- Even symbolically.
- But I

have to admit--
killing a minister?

That's a new low, even for her.

Yeah, no witnesses.
But a, uh, traffic cam

caught a meat truck
with Missouri plates

speeding away from the park.

- BOLO's already out.
- Any word

from Knight?
- She's not answering her cell.
- No.

[phone rings]

Torres, you find Knight?

No, but I found her phone.

And, uh, Melinda's, too.

Knight's car is still here.

They got grabbed.

But I found
something else weird.

Looks like Carla's goons

ran some kind of
medical test first.

KASIE:
There was blood on the gauze
and saliva on the swab.

Both belong to
Melinda Martin.

You're telling me the bad guys
gave Melinda a physical?

It doesn't really seem
like a mobster thing to do.

Well, it's almost as if
they're looking for a kidney.

Organized crime types
don't really like

waiting in the transplant line.

There's got to be easier ways
for Carla to get a kidney.

We're missing something.

[phone rings]
And the sooner
we figure out what,

the sooner we find Knight.

All right, metro PD got
a hit on the meat truck.

Heading west on
- the Woodrow Wilson Bridge.
- Go.

KNIGHT:
I know this seems hopeless.

But I am your
protection detail

And it would look really bad

if I let you freeze to death.

Jackpot.

[grunts]
So, while I save us,

how about you answer
a few questions.

Deal?

[grunts]
Okay.

Why did the Kansas City mob

take a full medical panel of you
in the back of a meat truck?

I mean, come to think of it,

it's pretty much
my only question.

It's a long story.

We're not going anywhere.

It was a long time ago.

The Marino family
had taken over Kansas City.

[sighs]
And I happened

to be in love
with Carla Marino's son, Jason.

And he didn't want
anything to do with his

family's awful business

or with his mother,
so we ran away.

And on our way through
Maryland, Jason...

was killed.

He was hit by a car,
going to get some food.

But I had to keep running,
because...

I was three months pregnant.

Oh.

And I knew if Carla found me,

she would take my baby.

And then a miracle happened.

Um...

I found a church

that would arrange
a small service for Jason.

Brian Carter's church.

Yes.

I was broke and scared.

And I wasn't even close to ready
to being a single parent.

And he helped me accept that
the best way to protect my baby

was to find a loving family
who could take care of her.

A place where Carla
could never find her.

That must have been really hard.

Have you seen her since?

No.

We made sure that
I knew absolutely nothing

about the adoptive parents.

In case Carla ever found me.

And that's why Carla
took the blood sample.

Yeah.

I'm guessing she's probably
trying to track down my daughter

using my DNA or something.

And if that doesn't work, she'll
probably try and torture me.

[groans, hisses]

[sighs]:
Oh.

We are not gonna
let that happen,

because I'm gonna
get us out of here.

[rumbling]

Looks like we're gonna have
to play another game of doubles

to make that happen.

What?

[grunting]

MAN:
Hey, what's going on?

You stay back.

[grunting]

[car door shuts]

I'd say the cavalry's
here, but...

I guess you guys
don't need us.

What I need
is to find my daughter.

We will.

I just need you
to keep talking, okay?

MELINDA:
After the break-in,

as soon as I realized
that Carla had found me,

I called Reverend Carter.

We agreed to meet,
to figure out the best way

to warn my daughter.

He was the only one
who knew where she was.

- But Carla's men followed you.
- Yes.

And when he wouldn't
give them what they wanted,

they shot him.

Wait here.

MELISSA:
We have to get to my daughter

before Carla does.

Once that woman
gets her hooks in,

you have no idea
what she's capable of.

PARKER:
Is there anything

that you can tell us,
any detail

about her adoptive parents

that would help find her?

The only thing that I know
about my daughter

is the date she was born

and the city we were in.

You must be Lauren.

I've waited a long time
to meet you.

Well, it looks like you will
be waiting a lot longer.

What? Who are you?

I'm the federal agent
you tried to kill.

No idea what you mean.

I'm... I was just
looking for my granddaughter.

Well, you found me instead.

[chuckles]

Oh, wow.

That is a lot of firepower

to be packing for a flower shop.

Well, Alden,
you know it is dangerous

for a woman in the city.

Don't worry.
We'll keep you safe.

Double espresso.
Three sugars.

- You remembered.
- Better nurse it.

That's the last good coffee
you'll have for 20 to 30 years.

Mmm.

What was the name
of that barber?

Lived over in Lawrence.

Ran a card room in the back.

- Leo Pitkin.
- He had an espresso setup

by the poker table.

Now, he knew
how to make a coffee, huh?

Whatever happened to him?

You had him killed, Carla.

Allegedly.

I did hear a rumor he was
informing for you, though.

Allegedly.

- Hmm.
- You also had

two of your men force a lab tech

at FamilyGeneTracker.com

to run Melinda's DNA

against their database.

That's how you
found her daughter.

And that's how
we found her, too.

Can we move this along?

I do have a plane to catch.

Private, by the way.

You're not going anywhere.

Alden, please.

I didn't kidnap or kill anybody.

- And my gun has a permit.
- It was just

a coincidence that you walked
into that flower shop?

Well, of course not.

I'm a concerned grandmother
who's been looking for her kin.

And losing hope.

Until...

[chuckles]
I was sitting

at my periodontist's
office last week.

I saw a copy
of this fancy publication,

Georgetown Living Magazine.

And guess who was inside.

Melinda Martin.

The sweet girl

who very un-sweetly

took my Jason from me.

Naturally, I told
my associates about her.

Is that a crime?

No, Carla. The crime is what

you ordered them to do about it.

I'm sure when you ask them,

they will take
full responsibility

for their crimes.

Oh, you did already ask them.

And they did
take responsibility.

[exhales]

So what is this?

Little catch-up between friends?

That.

And some advice.

If you ever go anywhere near
Melinda or her daughter again,

I will personally see to it
that that is the last thing

that you ever do.

Mm, Alden.

I've missed this.

KNIGHT:
So, that's it?

We just let Carla... go?

Yeah, we have no choice.

Yeah, not if her men are
gonna take the fall for her.

And I have a feeling
that Parker is, uh,

going to keep an eye
on that woman.

Quite literally.

On the plus side, uh, don't
have to protect Melinda anymore.

[chuckling]
TORRES: Yeah,

you may even qualify for
some hazard pay.

Oh. She wasn't so bad.

I'm sorry, what?

Did the socialite grow
- on Special Agent Knight?
- I mean,

I didn't like the "being locked
up in random places" part.

But the foundation
that helps out kids--

that I can appreciate.

- Know what I appreciate?
- Hmm?

That Nick's leather's back.[laughs]

- Yes.
- No, I'm glad that you accept

you share a fashion sense
- with over-the-hill actuaries.
- TORRES: What?

No. No, my style
still remains cool as hell.

As a matter of fact,

I found out that

the jacket does not belong to,

uh, Herman Goldweather.

It actually belongs to

his super cool son.

He's in a band.

Kyle.

I do remember
talking to him at the party.

The bass player.

Uh...

well, he's on his way over now.

I'm sure he's hoping to see you.

Oh. No.

I have an appointment to keep.

And, besides,

I'm way too busy to date.

[sighs]

Actually...

...let me know if he's cute.

You ready for this?

I don't think I can do it.

I get that.

But just remember,
Lauren was the one

looking to find you.

What if she hates me?
What if she thinks I'm a monster

for giving her up?

We don't know how
she's gonna feel.

But I do know
you can't keep hiding.

Oh, yeah?

Who taught you that?

You did the right
thing back then.

It's time for you
to do the right thing now.

[exhales sharply]
All right.

Um...

[chuckles]
I was thinking--

if you ever want
to play tennis again...

Next Wednesday,
6:00 p.m.

Courts at
Roosevelt High.

I wear what I want.

Deal.

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