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McGEE: Is that your former partner? Yep.

DNA matched the tissue

Jimmy found on the body. Parker?

Deputy Director, are you accusing

one of my agents of murder?

Given Agent Parker's history with the victim,

he should be on the list of suspects.

Cute couple there. You don't think they're, uh...

Nah. Definitely not, no.

DUCKY: The Raven went to great lengths to poison half the city.

And now it appears he blames you

for stopping the attack.

Blames me for something.

Killing my ex-partner

and framing me for the murder.

The Department of Justice said you agreed

to hand over Agent Parker.

An extra go bag with a change of clothes

in case the FBI has your apartment staked out.

Everybody, this is my ex-wife Vivian.

You sure you want to do this?

This Raven came after me, too.

Whatever bigger plans he has, I'm already a part of it.

We're sure Parker's in there?

Both Parker and Kolchak, sir.

Dressed for stealth and sitting

in one of the booths on the left.

Based on one anonymous tip? More than one.

We had multiple calls reporting a male and female

matching our BOLO descriptions.

Amazing.

We spend two days scouring the entire eastern seaboard,

only to find them slumming in plain sight

at his local diner.

What do you call that, Agents? Huh?

Is Parker crazy? Ballsy? Stupid?

Or a genius.

Or a genius.

RAMIREZ: So, we going in?

This one's all mine.

You two cover the exits.

(bell jingles)

Of all the gin joints

in all the towns in all the world.

Hey, Sweeney.

Diner is a long way from Casablanca.

Yeah, and you'd make a terrible Bogart.

What you've done here is called aiding and abetting a fugitive.

Not to mention actively interfering

with an investigation.

All right, all right. Tap the brakes, Sweeney.

Seriously, no one here is aiding and abetting anyone.

If anything, you're interfering with our investigation.

What are you talking about?

KNIGHT: You just blew our cover, Sweeney.

We're here on a case of our own.

Well, at least we were.

So you sitting there

has nothing to do with Parker?

Our convergence here is just an amazing coincidence.

Well, so much for Rule 39.

But since we are all here, and you're mentioning Parker...

KNIGHT: Can we at least talk about the fact

that we all know that he's being set up?

By whom, exactly? This Raven character?

Give me a break.

Look, I admit it's a pretty lame nickname,

but whoever's behind it did try to poison half of D.C.

Not to mention nearly killing two of our own.

Which would make him far too busy

to waste time framing Parker.

McGEE: But if Raven is framing Parker,

can't we just take a breath,

take some time to consider his motives?

(bell jingles) Oh, is that what this is about?

Some shameless appeal to buy more time?

VANCE: So where are they?

Leon. Tell me you're not part of this little charade, too.

Don't insult me, Wayne.

Our tip line apparently just received

the same anonymous phone calls

about Parker and Kolchak that you did.

How the hell can that be?

The calls must've come from a third party.

Like the Raven?

Which only proves that we need more time.

Enough!

You take all the time you need, Agents.

You may be blinded by loyalty,

but as far as the FBI is concerned,

Parker's time is up.

(bell jingles)

So our tip line didn't really get a call?

This is a very dangerous game that you're playing,

and that's the last time I'm going to bend the truth

to save your asses.

Director, we can explain. Save it.

Now, I appreciate you wanting to help Parker as much as I do,

but deliberately poking the FBI hornet's nest

is no way to do it.

Well, it's crazy to think that Sweeney might

actually listen to reason.

Or that he would give us more time.

So what about Parker?

Do we in fact know where he is right now?

No, sir, he's been sticking to the game plan.

Not a word since he and Vivian drove off

with Kasie's list of accounting firms.

Trying to figure out who put his name

on the offshore account.

And you don't have any idea how to reach him?

Uh, don't answer. I don't want to know.

But in case any one of you do hear from him,

tell him to hurry.

(bell jingles)

(exhales sharply)

So much for good intentions.

McGee.

I'm on it.

All right, thanks, McGee.

Well, that didn't sound good.

To put it mildly.

They tried to buy us some time with Sweeney,

but they just ended up pissing him off.

You're a lucky man, Park.

Really? That's your takeaway?

Yeah. That's a credit to you,

endearing yourself to a new team

that's willing to stick their necks out for you like this.

Well, that's not on me. That's just them.

They're a special group.

And you are lucky to have them.

Okay, fine, I'm lucky.

Not to mention grateful to have people around me

that I can trust.

(computer chimes) Yeah.

Finally.

Please tell me we have a winner.

(sighs) I wish I could.

But there is no link between this bogus offshore account

in your name and a Prudhomme Financial Group.

I need a shower.

Well, look on the bright side.

That's two firms off of Kasie's list

that we've been able to eliminate in two days.

With only nine firms to go.

We will get there. (chime)

What was that?

Oh, shoot, that's your laptop reminding me

to update your firewall.

And I need you on that wall.

Save me some hot water, Colonel.

No promises.

I may need to soak my head for a while.

(water running)

What do we do when we hit a wall?

We go back to square one.

Well, we didn't hit a wall.

We kind of just scraped it.

Well, either way, let's put yesterday's bad idea behind us

and start reviewing every little thing

we've got on Raven from the first day

he reared his ugly little head.

Well, not for nothing, but Jimmy and I have been

doing just that for the past two days. Just that?

Searching for anything that we may have missed.

Mm-hmm. That's all you've been doing?

Yeah. I mean, I wish I could say

that we found something new, but...

Really? McGEE: Okay, guys?

I think that maybe we are too focused

on who the Raven is

instead of why he is singling out Parker.

It can't just be about revenge.

I mean, he would have killed Parker by now.

Instead of setting him up just to destroy his good name.

That's the end result, isn't it?

Parker's reputation in the gutter.

Well, who would that help?

That's it. If we can figure out

who benefits from Parker's downfall...

It will lead us to finding the big, ugly bird.

Now we just need to figure out how to figure it out.

Oh, we'll figure it out.

Starting with Parker's FBI history?

Yeah.

So another new home for your pomato?

It wasn't exactly thriving in the evidence tray.

And if you ask me, poor Polly's still in shock

since you and Jess smashed her first home.

Yeah, again, Kase, it was such a freak thing.

I turned around really fast, and then I didn't know that

Agent Knight was passing by...

You know, to be honest, it's me who's in shock

and just keeping myself busy to avoid thinking about

the Raven still being out there.

Yeah, I've been somewhat of a quiet mess myself lately.

In my case, not so quiet.

You know, just the slightest ping or beep in here

brings back all kinds of bad memories of the lockdown.

Okay, we can't rehash that day too much, all right?

It's not quite PTSD, but still.

(ringtone blaring) Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

What-what is it? What...

(stammers, exhales slowly)

Kasie, change your ringtone. Yeah, no,

I-I have been meaning to.

No caller ID. What if it's him?

What if it's who? (whispers): The Raven.

(scoffs) It's not the Raven.

Kase, just calm down.

I'm sure it is just-- Hello?

Jimmy? Yes.

I thought I called Kasie.

Oh, yes, you did, you did.

Uh, hold on. Yeah.

She's right here.

Listen, I don't have much time.

I'm gonna have to trust you both

not to tell the team.

Uh, not to tell them what?

I just sent you a phone number, Kasie,

and I need you to trace it for me and fast.

Where'd you get the number? From someone's burner phone.

Someone?

Don't worry about that, just find me who they're texting.

Sure, but, uh, isn't tracing numbers

more a McGee kind of thing?

It is, but I'm not quite ready for McGee

or anybody else upstairs to know what I'm thinking just yet.

JIMMY: And what are you thinking?

Well, let's just hope I'm wrong.

Text me when you have a name. I gotta go.

Hey, who was that?

Just checking in with the team.

Hey, I wouldn't mind grabbing some breakfast,

uh, before we get on the road.

Hey, how about that great omelet joint

we went to on our honeymoon?

Actually, I know another place that has

the best pancakes on earth. What do you say?

Well, who can say no to that?

Call me crazy, but I may have found someone who is benefitting

from the warrant for Parker's arrest.

Put him up.

Steven Mucha, 47, drug smuggler

serving 20 years, thanks to Parker.

But his lawyer just filed an appeal

based on Parker's brand-new fugitive status.

Well, that didn't take long.

And he is not alone.

Milton Elassar, 39, human trafficker

that Parker put away six years ago.

Attorney is petitioning for a retrial.

So with Parker's reputation suddenly in question,

every crook on his hit parade is gonna try to use this

to get out of prison.

It's like a slow-motion jailbreak.

More like opening the flood gates.

(phones chiming)

KNIGHT: Talk about bad timing.

Tennant text you, too?

No, this is Ernie.

They're arriving from Hawaii today

to talk with Vance and SECNAV.

Yeah, Tennant wants to have lunch when they get in town.

Well, not to be antisocial, but I mean,

you said it yourself, this is bad timing.

Yeah, we'll explain. No big deal.

Well, actually, it is a big deal.

I mean, we don't want to explain too much about Parker.

So keep everything about Parker in-house?

Family matter. Got it.

Yeah.

Any luck with Parker's mystery number?

Almost. Just waiting for our database

to put a name to it.

Hey, what about the someone who owns the burn phone?

The someone Parker didn't want to talk about?

I'm digging up the credit card that paid for it.

Is that wrong?

Can't be any harm in looking, right?

Yeah.

"V. Kolchak"?

Is that Vivian? Parker's ex?

But she's been with him the whole time.

Why not just ask her who she's been texting?

Unless, of course, she's been compromised?

Pancakes no good?

No. No, they're great.

I'm just, uh...

I should have gone for the blueberry.

You used to love blueberry.

I used to love a lot of things.

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes)

Could have been worse.

What could have? What's wrong?

What's wrong, Viv, is I know.

You know what? What are you talking...

You didn't think I would find your burner phone text messages

behind my back?

I guess if you were gonna sell me out,

at least it wasn't to the Raven.

The Raven. You thought I would sell you out to the Raven?

Don't start. Don't...

Ooh! Oh, my God.

Park, don't!

Ow. Napkins?

Fornell?

(groans)

Yeah, he's here to help us.

At least I was.

(Fornell groans)

Seriously, Park, the Raven.

How could you think that I would betray you like that?

How could I not? Texting Sweeney's

not a whole lot better.

Some might say worse.

Tobias, please!

Okay, Park, yeah, Sweeney backchanneled me,

somehow thinking that he could leverage me into cooperating.

What the hell did I do to this guy

in a previous life?

First he bugs my place,

now he's trying to turn my ex against me.

In my experience,

that last part is pretty easy. Tobias.

But since Sweeney thought so little

of my personal integrity,

I took it as an opportunity to string him along.

Keep our enemies closer.

Yeah, well, he's not close now.

At least according to his last text.

So you traced my phone instead of just asking me, Park.

I'm asking now. Where's Sweeney?

At the Perryville Diner in Perryville,

two towns over.

Where he thinks that I will be delivering you.

Son of a bitch! (horn honks)

(phone chimes)

Waiting patiently, as you can see.

This is the Clayton Avenue Café in Port Deposit,

where I arranged a meeting with Fornell

on a separate call.

And I am so glad you did.

You should have told me, Viv.

I had my reasons.

Yeah. Well, then...

I don't know what to say.

Say it's all gonna be worth it.

As long as I can help clear your name

and piss off Sweeney at the same time.

Oh, come on.

That empty suit screwed me over, too.

You recall? Yeah, I do, Tobias.

I appreciate that, but how are you gonna help, exactly?

Got a friend in Delaware.

He practically wrote the book on offshore accounts.

If Sammy can't find who's framing you,

nobody can.

Well, in that case, I suggest that

we get to Delaware as soon as possible.

Look, Viv...

Just pay the check. I'll see you at the car.

You got to learn to trust, my friend.

Leave the tip.

Take the pancakes.

(phone chimes)

What the... What?

What the what what?

This text from Jimmy.

"FYI, Vivian's totally not

betraying Parker. I'll explain later."

Yeah, that does beg a lot of questions.

Like, who even said she was?

Oh, here's another Parker convict

who's filing an appeal.

Herman Maxwell,

48, criminal hacking and computer fraud.

We're up to five now.

We should be talking to these guys.

McGEE: Yeah, agreed. Let's divvy them up.

TENNANT: Hey, guys.

KNIGHT: Special Agent Tennant. Ernie.

Oh, hey. TENNANT: Lucky us,

you're still here.

Hawaii's in the building!

Hey. (laughs)

Agent Torres, it is always a pleasure.

When you said you guys were super busy,

I was worried we might miss you.

Ernie Malik, Special Agent Tennant,

I'm not sure if you know or...

A very Special Agent Tim McGee.

I can't believe we've never crossed paths.

Oh, believe it. She's been trying to avoid you for years.

Mm, no, it's you I've been trying to avoid,

but I can't seem to shake you.

Listen, we'd love to stay, we just wanted to say hi.

We have all-day meetings with Vance and SECNAV.

It's final plans before RIMPAC.

What is RIMPAC?

It's a giant logistical nightmare.

It's a global military exercise,

hosted by our Navy every two years in the Rim of the Pacific.

And every two years, it's our team's job to provide

Force Protection Assistance.

Well, as fun as that sounds, and we would love to help you,

but our dance card is pretty full right now.

Oh, right. Any word from Parker?

So much for keeping it in the family.

Well, we didn't say anything.

You didn't have to. Word travels.

TENNANT: And since we are extended family,

we are happy to help Parker in any way that we can.

We really appreciate it, you guys,

but, uh, it's probably best if you just stick to RIMPAC.

Yeah, no need to, uh, bring you into our mess.

And what mess would that be, Agent Torres?

Uh, no mess in particular, Director.

Good. Well, when playtime is over, Agent Tennant, Mr. Malik,

SECNAV will be joining us

in MTAC in about three minutes.

On our way, Director.

Well, look, the offer stands.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Hmm. Okay, bye.

(chuckles)

I really appreciate this, Sammy.

Well, you got me out of enough jams

over the years, Toby.

It's about time you let me return the favor.

You have to know that I couldn't

really imagine you siding with

the Raven. I got it, Park.

Apology accepted. You didn't know what to think.

And I still don't.

Like, why didn't you tell me about Sweeney?

Okay, if you had beat the crap out of Sweeney like you did

to poor old Fornell over there, what would that do,

besides end you up in prison for the rest of your life?

So you still think I'm that guy?

I don't think. I know, I saw.

What I did to Fornell was a reflex.

No, that was a replay of the overprotective

jerk that I once married.

Are you the same person you were back then?

No, I like to think not,

but old habits die hard, Park,

and I did not tell you because,

back in the day, if there was even a hint

of betrayal from anyone, and that would set you off.

So, please, you know how I feel about you, and how

I will always feel about you. So, can we please

just... FORNELL: Hey, guys,

we got something.

(computer beeping)

You ever been to Russia, Agent Parker?

Russia? No. Why?

Your former partner's offshore account,

which is now being used to frame you,

was originally created out of a bank in Moscow.

Moscow? You're sure?

What'd I tell you?

Sammy's the best.

Yeah, come to think of it, the, uh, the biotoxin

that the Raven tried to unleash

on D.C. had Russian writing on all the containers.

Well, this account has Russian written all over it, too.

You still got it, Sammy.

Oh, stop, Toby,

you're embarrassing me.

(lock buzzes)

Thank you.

(sighs)

Just heard from Torres,

headed back from Martinsville Penitentiary.

His interview with Elassar

went a lot like mine with Mucha.

Which I bet sounded a lot like the last two interviews I had.

Lawyers got word of Parker's fugitive status

and immediately filed for appeals.

Hmm. Could that be all the Raven wants?

Set up Parker so that these cons get new trials?

There are a few already filing for emergency release.

Like our next interview.

Herman Maxwell, convicted hacker.

GUARD (over P.A.): Inmate H. Maxwell,

report to the visitors' center.

Uh, look, understand, I have

no animosity for anyone at the FBI.

I hate to admit it, I got a little careless, and

Agent Parker

took me down fair and square.

And when your lawyer informed you of Parker's legal troubles?

Well...

all's fair in love and the legal system,

so whatever gets me out.

Well, you'd still be under house arrest,

wearing an ankle monitor.

Hey, I'll wear a bikini

if it means getting a shower to myself.

All this, uh, communal living is, uh, not for me.

One last question: does the word "Raven"

mean anything to you?

Or "The Unkindness"?

Why are you asking me that?

Well, we're asking all potential

release candidates the same question.

And none so far have reacted

quite the way that you're reacting now.

Like you've heard the name before. No.

No. No, I never.

I just, um...

No.

Okay.

But it was, uh... it was years ago.

About 2013.

Before Parker came along,

I worked for a Russian oligarch.

Uh, he's really more of a gangster.

Called himself "Voron."

Voron? Which is Russian for...

Raven.

What kind of work?

He had me hacking into some bio labs.

Um... It was a very lucrative gig.

And Voron, he wasn't in it for the money.

I mean, he... he just got off on creating chaos, you know?

What kind of chaos?

Mass panic.

Guy was super into poisons,

toxins, nerve gases...

This guy have a real name?

I didn't know it then, and I still don't want to.

I may be paranoid, but I think

he's been trying to get to me in here.

Yeah, like, a few times.

And why would he do that?

Because I am the man who knows too much.

Then why is he targeting Parker?

Wait-wait a minute. (stammers) Is that why you guys are here?

Is Voron the one

setting Parker up?

And what if he is?

If he is, then he is just trying to get to me.

You don't understand.

All Voron wants is a shot at me.

But if that's true, we'd protect you.

You can't protect me.

He is worse than you can imagine.

If you guys let me out of here, it is gonna get ugly fast.

All right, no, no. Uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, uh, I want to call my lawyer!

Take me back! Hell, put me in solitary.

There is no way that I'm leaving here.

So, this Maxwell, he's our guy.

He's the guy Raven might be after.

Or "Voron," as he called him.

Either name in our database?

No Ravens yet, but I've got at least six Vorons.

Yeah, make that seven.

Who knew that "Voron" was such a popular nickname

amongst Russian gangsters.

Yeah, and finding out which one Maxwell worked for,

that's gonna take some time.

Why don't you send me some of those names?

I mean, Kasie and I need something to do on this case.

Oh, you read my mind, Jimmy.

I'm getting good at that.

Sure glad you can't read mine.

Um, check your email.

Yeah. We'll find him in no time.

So that's it?

No more wisecracks? Huh?

About what?

About me and Jimmy.

I mean, you can bust my chops, but you don't bust his?

Oh, no, never in front of you.

It's, like, bro code.

You know, you never tease your buddy

about their "special friend."

Uh, especially when they're in the room.

Okay, one, bro code? And two,

Jimmy and I are not special, we are just...

friends.

Okay, no, so you and I, friends.

You and Jimmy,

something else.

Okay, well, whatever Jimmy and I are,

no one here's ever gonna find out about it,

and I'd really love for you to keep it that way.

You got it. And I'm sorry.

Just got a little protective.

I don't need protecting.

Oh, I wasn't talking about you. (chuckles)

ERNIE: Is that Herman Maxwell?

Well, there's a blast from the past.

Huh. You know Maxwell?

Ernie never forgets a face,

or a dessert, or a Neil Diamond song.

It's been a few years, but

back in my old NSA days, I put together the dossier

that helped the FBI put Maxwell away.

Well, did a Russian gangster named Voron

pop up in your dossier?

Which one?

If I recall, there's a whole bunch of Vorons out there.

I mean, again,

if there's any help we can offer

before our flight tomorrow...

Well, pending on how McGee and Parker do,

we may need it. Why, where are they?

Well, Parker was in Delaware

with former FBI Agents Fornell and Kolchak.

But Dr. Parker

is meeting McGee in the prison.

Dr. Parker?

(lock buzzes)

Back so soon, Agent McGee?

And...?

This is Dr. Parker.

Judge wants a psych eval before she'll even consider

releasing Maxwell. Oh, this late?

Well, the mysteries of the human psyche

are what keep me on 24-hour call.

Well, good luck. According to Maxwell,

he's not going anywhere.

I'm surprised he's even seeing you.

Remind me to thank Grace

for making me "Doctor for a Day."

She was happy to help.

You're more popular than you think.

Hey. Hey, was I not clear?

I don't need any psych eval

because I am not leaving.

That's fine with us, Maxwell.

Parker?

Okay, uh, I didn't recognize you-- the beard.

Aren't you in trouble?

That's what they tell me.

So, I could turn you in right now.

Not while he's in my custody.

So, let's talk about your buddy Voron.

Voron. He's nobody's buddy.

What is this? Is this-this some kind of test?

Does he know you're here? Did he send you?

Maxwell, calm down.

We're still the good guys here, okay?

But why would he want you dead?

Who said dead? I never said he'd kill me.

What I'm scared of is way worse than that.

What could be worse than that?

He could put me back to work.

Doing what? Nothing good.

(sighs)

I don't even want to think about it.

So, if, uh, Raven really wants Maxwell...

You know what that makes him?

I'm thinking live bait.

That's exactly what I'm thinking.

Well, I hate to tell you, Maxwell,

but your appeal's already been approved, so

you're gonna be released whether you want to go or not.

What? No, no, no, no. No, that's crazy.

Well, it's like you said earlier,

"All's fair in love and the legal system."

No. I-I'd still be under house arrest, right?

A-And an ankle monitor?

You guys would still have to protect me.

(knocks) I hear somebody's Raven hunting.

Hey, Ernie Malik.

Hey. Hi. Hi.

Jimmy, and Kasie, in the flesh.

And in person, finally. Yeah.

Oh, you know, somehow I thought you'd be taller.

What? I'm five-ten and a half.

I hear you're in town prepping for RIMPAC.

Uh, yeah, last-minute meetings, but it can't stop me

from saying hi and helping you with your search.

Jess tells me you guys got

seven Voron-slash-Raven candidates.

Oh, you know about Voron?

And you're still calling her Jess.

Oh, yeah, protocol, right. Agent Knight, of course.

And, yes, Kasie, I know of many more Vorons in my NSA days.

Hey, and-and since you, uh,

since you mentioned Agent Knight...

Well, actually, you mentioned her, but it's...

Well, I also mentioned protocol, but embarrassing or not,

uh, I have to ask,

what exactly is her... sitch?

As in her... situation?

Yeah, I mean, I assume a woman with her impeccable qualities

can't possibly be unattached, but, uh, is she?

I believe...

she is available.

Yes!

That's great! (forced laugh)

Yeah, that is, other than... Rocco.

Rocco? Rocco?

Yeah, she doesn't talk about him much, you know,

especially at work, but, um,

I met him once, and, let me tell you, he is...

one fantastic dude.

Is he?

Fantastic?

Yeah, he's cool, he's kind,

uh, he's very funny, but in a corny sort of way.

Super smart, yeah, quite

handsome, but accessibly so.

Um, I would say he's

an all-around great guy.

And I think I just realized

how my pomato plant really broke.

It was still an accident, Kasie.

(computer chirps) Oh, look at that,

we got a hit already. Ooh, to be continued.

A-a hit on what exactly?

We ran a deep-dive cross-reference

with, uh, the seven Vorons in our database

against several keywords like poison, biotoxins, hacking...

And we got Dimitri Lopuchin.

Uh, uh, doesn't ring a bell.

It says he's an "at-large member of the Vory V Zaconia

crime family."

That rings a bell. Very bad guys.

"Current whereabouts, unknown."

You know, if I can connect

with my old NSA contacts from here,

I might know a way to find him.

Oh, by all means, go ahead. Yeah.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Yeah...

(whispers): Rocco?

(whispers): I...

Hey, yo.

So, uh,

you sure you can't stay another day or two?

Well, sure.

Just got to tell 38 warships, four submarines,

200 aircraft, and all of their crew members

to hold off on their little exercise

until after we are done having brunch.

Hey, I do know a great brunch place.

(chuckles) I'm sure you do.

Look, you guys more than have your hands full.

Well, we're only doing for Parker what he'd do for us.

And what we'd do for each other.

In a heartbeat.

So...

any chance of you coming our way soon?

You know, I...

I thought about it.

I never did get to hike that volcano.

Well, I do know one with a great brunch place.

Hey.

Hate to break this up, but McGee called.

Hey, how did you know we were back there?

Women know things.

And you weren't exactly whispering.

Anyway, uh, McGee pulled some strings

to speed up Maxwell's release.

TORRES: But I thought that

Maxwell changed his mind about getting out.

Well, McGee and Parker changed it back,

and they want us all to move him

to a safe house tomorrow morning.

Moving a prisoner that the Raven's watching?

He'll be all over us.

Well, apparently, that's the plan:

use Maxwell to get the Raven's attention.

Force him out of the shadows.

I like it.

Yeah, there's just one minor detail.

Isn't Parker still a wanted man?

KNIGHT: Oh, bona fide fugitive, yes,

so that only gives us all one night

to organize a very low-key game plan.

Okay, you've now said "us all" twice,

so I am taking that to mean...

Extended family.

(birds chirping)

All right, next time, let's do this after I had my coffee.

Makes no difference to me. My body's on Hawaii time.

That reminds me, I need a vacation.

Come on, you mean to say you don't miss this?

Man, look at this all-star team.

Thank you for not saying "Old Timers Day."

TORRES: Hey, uh, Parker,

good to see you again.

Good to be seen.

Agent Tennant, nice of you to join us.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

And, uh, really,

thanks,

to, uh, to all of you.

(lock buzzes) Hey, how far away

is this safe house again?

About 15 miles.

Just breathe, Maxwell. You'll be fine.

All right, let's, uh, review one more time.

All comms are set to channel four.

Ready, channel four. Satellite link is a go.

Public frequency anyone can hear.

Including your Raven, hopefully.

If we get his attention between here and the safe house...

We'll be ready for him.

Does Maxwell know that he's the bait?

He's nervous enough without knowing,

so, uh...

Speaking of which...

Uh, whoa, whoa, you know these people?

They're with us.

You're in good hands.

Your chariot awaits, Maxwell.

I'm gonna sit in back?

You'd prefer to ride shotgun?

Yeah.

Could I?

No. Come on.

KNIGHT: Maxwell is secure.

All teams confirm comms.

FORNELL: Comms check, car one.

PARKER: Comm check, car two.

TENNANT: Comms check, car three.

McGEE: Caravan on the move.

Is everyone clear on our route to the safe house?

We're two miles from a right turn on Eastchester.

PARKER: Road is clear.

KNIGHT: Car three has visuals on cars one and two.

Teams, make a right turn

on Eastchester.

KNIGHT: All cars turning on Eastchester.

(phone ringing)

(yelps) What was that?

Oh, shh, shh. Relax. What was that? What was that?

Relax, Kase. It's just...

Victoria texting me good morning.

She stayed at her friend's house last night.

(yawns) Yeah. We slept here.

Yeah, we all passed out around 2:00 a.m., waiting on

Ernie's contact at the NSA to come through.

Unfortunately... (alert blaring)

What the hell?! (gasping)

I knew they'd come through!

NSA must have the location of our Russian gangster!

Aka the Raven!

Left turn ahead on 12th Street.

Left on 12th. Copy.

Sorry we ever doubted you. I never doubted him.

(stammers) Neither did I. I was just saying that...

KASIE: Oh, no, you just must be thinking of Rocco.

Lucky man, that Rocco.

Okay, can we just focus on Dimitri, uh...

What's his name again?

Lopuchin. Here he is.

Alias, Voron. Yada yada.

Former KGB operative.

Russian mob captain.

Okay, and what about his current whereabouts?

Oh, no.

What, no location?

No nothing.

He's dead.

Dead?

Says here that he was killed

by a rival Chechnyan gangster in 2012.

That's over a year before Maxwell said he worked for him.

Uh, he could have had the dates wrong?

JIMMY: If this is the gangster we're looking for

and he's actually dead...

No, NSA seems sure of both things.

Okay, then who was Maxwell talking about?

S-Something stinks really bad.

We need to contact our team.

Okay, I got Parker. I got Knight.

I got Tennant.

(phones beeping) Call failed.

JIMMY: Mine, too.

What? Of all three phones?

That's weird. Keep trying.

(phones beeping)

(sighs) Hey, are we almost there?

I got to pee.

Told you to go before we left.

Hold it. There's channel four interference

originating from the next intersection.

And he's emitting some kind of signal jammer.

You should... (feedback screeches)

Oh, hell.

(feedback screeching)

(groans) What the hell?

(groans)

Someone's jamming the signal.

There you go. Nine o'clock.

KNIGHT: They took the bait. Here we go.

Get us back online. We're trying, Director.

Let's go. Fix it.

Fix it, damn it! Get us back online! Yes, sir.

All right. Hang on.

Black SUV.

Is he gonna hit us?

(tires screeching)

FBI!

Sweeney? You kidding me?

Hey, what's going on?

Do not leave this car.

Wh-Where the hell am I gonna go?!

Sweeney!

Got you now, Parker!

You can arrest me later!

We're transporting a prisoner. He's in the car!

Stop where you are! Hands!

This is a really bad time!

Not leaving without you, Parker.

(gunfire continues)

You good?

Come on. Come on.

(tires screech)

Who the hell are these guys?!

Cover me. Okay.

(panting)

(grunts)

(gunfire continues)

Get out of the car!

Move! Come on!

Viv!

Parker!

He's got Maxwell!

Get him out of here!

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

(groaning)

(distant sirens wailing)

Okay. All right. Okay. I got you. I'm-I'm hit, I'm hit.

I got you, I got you. It's okay.

(groans)

Somebody call an ambulance.

Hang in there. I got you. (breathing heavily)

It's okay. (shuddering)

Hey, the moment they land, we will, of course.

Director.

Yeah, I understand.

Hey. Hey. How is she?

She's still in surgery.

But, uh, doctors seem positive though.

Thank God for that.

(exhales) All right, what do you guys know?

Don't even worry about it. Don't worry about it? You kidding me?

It's okay, Alden. No.

No, it's not okay. Just talk to me.

Come on. Prints confirm

that the shooters we took down were part of the Unkindness.

Devotees of the Raven.

They somehow managed to jam our comms

just before taking Maxwell.

They didn't take Maxwell.

What do you mean?

He's the one who hacked the comm grid.

But we had him in custody.

I knew it the minute he smiled at me.

Knew what?

Maxwell is the Raven.

He's been orchestrating this,

the long con,

from his jail cell.

How?

Think about it, McGee.

Prison Internet, burner phones.

It would take a lot of work and a very long time to do that.

Which he had plenty of.

All to bust himself out of prison

and then get even with me as a bonus.

Okay. Couple of things.

In light of today's events, the FBI has agreed

to suspend all charges, pending further investigation.

Whatever.

Our team find Maxwell?

They found his broken ankle monitor

inside a shot-up delivery van

near an abandoned airfield in Maryland.

Private jet? Right.

Took off soon after the shooting.

Turned off its transponders.

Promptly disappeared from radar.

FAA has its destination as Hawaii,

but, at this point, we don't know what's real and what's not.

No, Hawaii is not an easy place to hide.

Maybe he's not hiding.

What then?

Another target?

Like RIMPAC.

I'm gonna call Knight and Torres.

Already boarding a C-130

with Agent Tennent and Mr. Malik as we speak.

Parker, I can hold that flight if you want to join them.

No. No, thanks. I'm staying with Viv.

TORRES: Yo, McGee. Torres, hey, you on your way?

Nick, it's Parker.

You got Knight with you?

Yeah. Good. Put me on speaker.

All right, you got both of us.

Is Vivian okay?

She will be. But I need you both

to promise me something. Name it.

Go take down that son of a bitch!

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