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Previously on NCIS.

You have to pay yourself for the possibility she won't survive the night.

Farnell had counterfeit opioids in her blood.

McGee, you got a point? For now or next couple of days?

I got a lead on the errand boy who supplied the poison that nearly killed

little girl. The head of the snake.

Perfect timing, Gibbs.

Glad.

What'd you do?

Nothing. I need some time.

Check back with me in about two weeks. Hey, McGee, you guys still off a drink?

Gibbs is coming, baby.

Matthew,

breakfast.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Matthew?

It's freezing out here.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Matthew David McConaughey, you leave that man alone and come home right now.

Oh, my God.

where every day is a Beltway day. May I please take your order?

Uh, coffee.

Why? Would you like to make that a Beltway breakfast combo for $3 more?

Nope. Next window, please.

$1 .59, please.

Thank you.

How's your morning so far, sir?

Fine. I'm glad to hear that.

Here's your coffee.

And you have a Beltway day.

What do you want?

I'm on a five -minute smoke break.

You still have those? No.

I don't smoke.

So whatever it is you came to say, make it fast?

So, what are you doing, Toby?

Hey, I earned that. They don't hire just anybody, you know. I said you had to

leave. You're looking at it.

Fast food got to do with counterfeit opioids.

Okay. The pill pusher we were supposed to be following, he worked here. The

pusher you were supposed to be following, Tobias? Not that again. I

him.

Kimberly!

Good morning!

It wasn't my fault. The pill pusher died of a drug overdose, okay? I read the

autopsy report.

Well, then let's focus on the real question here. What was a drug dealer

makes thousands of dollars a week doing flipping burgers for minimum wage? That

doesn't make sense.

Unless this place had something to do with the drugs.

Exactly. I just need more time to find out how. How much more time?

Give me a few more days. I'm this close to getting freezer privileges.

It's one of the few places I haven't been able to search yet.

That and the manager's office.

He's kind of a hard -ass. Toby!

Five minutes are up.

And who are you talking to?

Nobody.

Just trying to psych up for the next shift.

That a boy, T.

Love the focus.

Oh, this is a rough morning.

Yeah, for all of us.

You know, my head is killing me when you tell me about it. I haven't had a

hangover this bad since Steve Jobs died.

Well, maybe this is all your fault. Nobody gives to the bar. For a million

years, I didn't think he would actually show, okay? He showed up. He showed up

big time, and he set the pace. A man can knock him back.

What are you complaining about? You didn't even drink.

Yeah, but I ate. I had those fresh tuna poppers, and they weren't so fresh.

Food poisoning?

How about I spend the whole night in the bathtub?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Hey, how do you think Gibbs gets over his hangovers?

You don't.

What do we got? A victim is Chief Petty Officer Diego Barnes, 32 years old,

lived in the next building over. It looks like he was walking home over

when he was initially attacked and then let up the fire escape, but it was too

late.

We got a motive.

His wallet and money were still on him.

That's how the police were able to ID him before they called us. There are

deep gashes all over his abdomen and his insides are now on the outsides.

Got it up like a fake. Yeah, this is either personal or we're looking for a

total psycho.

I can't do this.

I'm going to be sick.

Fork, I don't blame him.

Uh, boss, I got something here you might want to see.

No, McGee, nobody wants to see that.

I didn't throw up. Someone else did.

I think I found her murder weapon.

Well, the lacerations on the body match the double -sided knife found at the

scene.

Killer dropped it? While vomiting, it seems. There's no bile in the victim's

mouth, so the mystery puke must have come from whoever dropped that knife.

Casey's running DNA right now. Why carve him up like this, boss? If you're

asking for a motive, I can't say for sure. What I can say is that all these

occurred post -mortem, so I would think that the killer must have climbed the

fire escape and done all of his carving up there. After the fire?

Gibbs, I know right now isn't the best time, but I just want to say that last

night was really special.

You joining us for a drink.

I've always thought of you as more than a co -worker, a mentor, a father figure

of sorts.

I feel like now I can add friend to that list. Call me when you get a motive.

Agent Gibbs?

You told me to call you when I found a motive. I think I just did.

I found this lodged in the lower esophageal sphincter.

I swallowed it just before he died.

It's like a corner of some torn paper.

Where's the rest of it?

I'd say it was removed.

The hard way.

Thanks.

Okay. Chief Petty Officer Diego Bunks. Navy recruiter with a very clean record.

McGee, hangover, make it bigger.

Oh, yes. Right?

Huh.

Commendation medal for recruiting excellence.

Apparently our victim was a people person.

And a rock person, too.

Arms was the climber.

That explains why he tried to get away off the fire escape. It doesn't explain

why the killer followed him up there and then cut him open.

Well, according to the autopsy report, this... was the last thing Barnes

swallowed before he died.

What is it? I have no idea.

Don't look at me. The ibuprofen has definitely not kicked in yet.

Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

It's the best cure for a hangover.

You'll feel better in no time.

Says the woman who left the bar early.

I had a thing.

What did I miss? Well, give Zora more tequila shots and Bishop and Casey

to sing Island in the Stream.

I didn't know that bar had karaoke.

Yeah, they don't.

Wow, you guys really did drink.

It's kind of what we need of.

Press that I, sir.

Do you have any idea what these wines could be?

Those look like topographical markers, like from a map.

Why would this guy swallow a map?

Chief Barnes didn't swallow just any map, Gibbs. He swallowed a treasure map.

Yeah? I'm listening.

Topographical markings are kind of like fingerprints.

No two are exactly the same. So I ran the paper from the body against the USGS

topo database and got a match.

The victim swallowed a map of Whitestone Gap.

Virginia Mountains.

Your cabin is in Virginia, right? Not this far out.

Whitestone Gap's in the middle of nowhere. Which makes it the perfect

bury treasure.

Casey, what are you talking about? Oh, so glad you asked.

I finished processing the victim's laptop.

Not only was he a rock climber, Chief Barnes was also a treasure hunter.

He spent his spare time tracking clues and solving puzzles connected to lost

Civil War gold, John Dillinger's hidden cash, the Oak Island money pit. Urban

legends, Kate.

Sure, most of his hunting was based on rumors from a century ago, but there is

one hunt he was obsessed with that is very modern and very real.

The mint treasure.

Never heard of it. Oh, you're about to. Does this connect back to the case?

Would I talk about treasure just because I love puzzles and I wore out my

bootleg Indiana Jones DVDs?

Okay, go. Oh, okay.

So, ten years ago, a successful lawyer named Angus DeMint quit his job, turned

his life savings into gold, and then buried it somewhere in the Blue Ridge

Mountains. Why?

Well, he talks about it all in his book, a book that also contains three secret

codes.

Codes lead to the treasure?

You can solve it. But ten years and thousands of treasure hunters later,

nobody's ever come close.

Until now.

You think Barnes solved the codes?

He made a map.

A treasure map that was worth killing for.

Now, of course, the only person who can actually confirm any of this is the man

who created the treasure hunt himself. And if I'm right, he could tell us where

the killer's headed.

Well, hell yeah, I'll find him.

Two cases of onion rings, one of nuggets.

I won't let you down, boss.

Make it quick.

Bingo bango.

Toby, let's go.

Toby. Yeah, come in, boss.

Well, according to his book publisher, Angus DeMint was just past his date.

Unfortunately, they also said he doesn't have a phone.

I guess if I buried a million -dollar treasure, everyone who's after it would

probably go off the grid, too.

Puzzle? Looks like a substitution code. Hey, I bet figuring this out will give

us the lock combination.

You're wasting your time.

He won't give you any clues to the treasure.

Uh, we're not here for the treasure.

Special Agents Gibbs and Bishop NCIS.

Sorry. I just thought you were more of my father's crazy groupies.

Angus Dement is your father?

For better or for worse.

I'm Margo, by the way.

And like I said, don't bother solving that.

It's just one of Dad's stupid codes.

I bring him groceries.

Once a week.

And each week, there's a new one to solve.

Everything from visionary ciphers to Morse code.

So why does he do it?

Same reason he created his ridiculous treasure hunt.

My father likes to play God.

It's true.

I was a corporate mouthpiece who thought happiness was a high -rise condo and

making full partner. I was rich and powerful.

So I thought, sugar?

No, thank you, Mr. DeMint.

Call me Angus.

You don't look like the sugar type.

Do I look like a tea type, Angus?

Well, then my wife Lillian passed away.

Rest her soul.

Suddenly the truth became clear.

Power and money are meaningless.

So I swore off both and I moved out here.

It's simpler.

And I'm happier.

And wanting to share my epiphany with the world, I created a treasure hunt to

encourage people to get outside and explore, to teach that life isn't just

the destination. It's about enjoying the journey. Journey to a million dollars.

Everybody needs incentive.

It's all in my book.

Dad, NCIS didn't come all the way out here for the gospel of Angus.

Honey, I had asked for chunky peanut butter. None of this was on my grocery

list. Well, if you wanted me to actually read your list, you shouldn't have

turned it into a Caesar shift.

Oh, you used to love solving those.

I'm not 12 anymore.

Okay, Mr.

DeMint, we're actually here because a man was murdered last night, Chief Petty

Officer Diego Barnes.

Yes, I read about it on the message boards. You know the victim?

Well, not personally.

No, uh, after all, I have thousands of followers.

Yeah, could one of your followers have been a murderer?

Absolutely not.

Nobody who's truly dedicated to my teachings would ever kill. It's

It goes against everything this treasure hunt stands for. Okay, well, we think

Chief Barnes stalled your code and made a map.

He was killed for it.

Then he was killed for nothing.

You're saying the map is wrong? I'm saying Whitestone Gap could be the

one of the codes. But all three of my codes are required to pinpoint the exact

location of the treasure.

This map is only a general area.

Where do the other clues lead?

You're asking me for the location of the treasure.

No, we are asking where a killer might be headed.

Have you been listening to anything I've said?

Look. Even if you could prove that all three codes have been solved, which you

haven't, I can't just give you the answers. That would be cheating.

Dad, let it go.

This isn't about your hunt anymore. No, it's about principle.

If NCIS wants my treasure, you'll have to find it yourself.

Wait, so he refused to help us? It seems Angus Dement is very protective of his

treasure hunt.

How did Gibbs take that?

Not well.

So, uh, did he arrest the guy?

He wanted to, but Angus is neither a witness or a suspect, and we can't prove

the treasure is material evidence in our murder case, so he's not legally

obligated to tell us where it is.

That's too bad.

That's a lot of money.

Well, it's not like we get to keep it anyway.

Uh, actually, we might.

If we happen to discover the treasure during the course of the investigation

it's not used as evidence, all is under U .S. treasure trove laws.

Finders keepers, baby.

That's right, baby.

Wait a minute. Did you come in early just to look up the legal statutes on

buried treasure? No, I already knew this.

I came in early to start digging into this online treasure hunting community.

Those big dudes in their mom's basement.

Tried 6 ,000 active users in more than 100 countries in all 50 states here.

Wow, that's a lot of basements. It's a lot of murder suspects.

Everyone on here has dedicated years of their life to finding the Dement

treasure. There's a lot of motive, too.

Excuse me.

Margo. Hi.

Uh, can we help you?

Actually, I was hoping that I could help you.

I'm sorry about my father.

After you left last night, I tried to reason with him, but it was no use.

Please don't read that.

There aren't a lot of people who bury a million dollars. It's fascinating.

More like delusional.

When I was a kid, my dad created all these codes and puzzles for me to solve

the time.

And my mom liked to bury small items in the backyard and make clever treasure

maps.

But it was all just silly fun.

Every family has a way of bonding, I guess.

Hobbies are healthy. But when my mom died, Dad turned ours into a public

spectacle. And he didn't even stop to ask my opinion.

And for someone who encourages people to go outside and explore, he just sits on

his computer.

And unless it's about the hunt, he doesn't talk to me. I just want this

thing to be over.

That's why I'm here.

You say you could help? I secretly went through Dad's computer.

I didn't find anything on the treasure. I did find some private chat that

exchanged with a group of followers.

They meet at a local gym.

Maybe one of them knows your victim.

Yeah, I don't think we can take the... Don't we appreciate the hustle?

You think my search was illegal?

Well, my name is on the deed to the house and the laptop is in a shared

so reasonable expectation of privacy does not apply.

In my professional...

Opinion?

Uh -huh.

You're a lawyer.

Like your dad used to be.

I guess it runs in the family.

After I got her kicked out of 1 -0, she called me out for getting a nose job in

front of Drake Bell. Can you believe that? So Scorpio of her.

Wait, you haven't seen it yet?

Oh my God, he did such a great job. No, it's so cute.

Well, calm down. I'll send you a selfie. Excuse me?

No, I'll take one right now.

Okay. Hello, ma 'am.

Hey,

watch the Gucci.

Napkins, now.

Chop, chop.

I'll get them, hon.

Nice move, bud.

Thanks, Dad.

Look what you've done.

If this stain doesn't come out, you're getting a bill.

Well, you have a Beltway day.

How's your coffee today, sir?

Cold.

Very sorry to hear that.

Donuts in the freezer.

I told you the pills were being run through this place.

We're going to need more pills to buy.

Head of the snake, Mr. Big.

Guy in charge.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

It's a work in progress.

See who comes through the drugs.

What? Now you want me to keep this job?

Yeah.

Well, that's very generous of you, sir.

You have a beltway day.

Margo said some of her dad's treasures would be mean here.

I don't need to victimize an alien climber.

So much for an earthen basement.

You didn't get that?

No, I borrowed it from the other night. Why are they calling you? I apologize.

Would you tell them about your bad tumor?

Nah, I left a one -star review on Yelp.

Yo, welcome to Top Out Climbing. I'm your guy, Simon.

Let me guess, a couple gumbees looking for a thrill?

Or a fellow agent?

Looking for information on this man. His name is Diego Barnes.

Is this about the fight?

That depends. What fight?

A couple nights ago, that dude and his two friends got into a shouting match on

a bouldering course.

About what? Beats me.

But it almost came to blows.

Was it two nights ago?

Uh, yeah.

Why? We're going to need the information on those other two climbers.

Why don't you talk to them? They're in the mega slab right now.

Thanks.

Nice. Real cam. You crushed it.

Not even close to my best time.

You know, stepping through that last foothold would have saved you a few

seconds. Uh, if I want beta, I'll ask for it.

Who the hell are you?

NCIS. Special Agents McGee and Torres.

Oh.

Camille West.

Xander Price.

It's about Barnes.

Xander told me what happened. It's awful.

Diego and I have been friends for years.

He was a good man.

We're heartbroken.

You sure about that?

We heard you got into a fight that night. He was murdered.

Climbing gets frustrating.

Temper's flare.

It was nothing.

A million dollar treasure isn't nothing. We know about the map.

Our group meets here to compare notes on the Dement treasure.

We've spent years with no progress.

Until two nights ago.

Diego showed up bragging about finding an answer key. To all three codes?

He wouldn't tell us. And he refused to share his map with us until he was sure

he was right. That sounds like motive to me. What? No.

We would never hurt him.

Okay. Prove it. You both have alibis for that night?

Whoa. We were both at my place.

Xander and I are dating.

To avoid any third wheel issues, we weren't telling Marne, but we were

all night.

Anyone who can verify that?

No. Why?

Well, because two suspects in a crime can't be each other's alimots.

Okay, number 115.

Word number 115 is pumpernickel.

I already have a bad feeling. Read back the last sentence.

Well, thy wet horse lays pumpernickel.

What the hell are you two talking about?

We're trying to solve the domain codes since the killer is going after the

treasure, so are we. If NCIS can figure it out first, we can lay in wait or set

a trap.

Okay, Indy.

The codes are in this book.

Well, we thought so. Yeah, but the dementia codes are actually what are

book ciphers. Each number in the code corresponds to a certain word in a given

book. Put them all together and you get a complete sentence.

Usually. Yeah, so the trouble is finding out which book is the cipher key.

Luckily, we cheated.

Since we knew the answer to one of the codes was Whitestone Gap, we could

for any published works that reference that name and...

There weren't many. One of them was from a book of poetry from the 1800s, and

that is how he solved his first code. But when we tried it with the other two

codes, all we got was white horses and German bread.

Dead end. Okay.

Tell me about the DNA.

Another dead end. While I was able to run the vomit from the crime scene, the

profile wasn't in the system. Well, in case, you gotta give me some. I wish I

could. Oh.

Wish granted.

What do you got?

Cell tower records on the victim's last phone call. It was made an hour before

he was killed.

Who did he talk to? The number was unlisted, so while I can't tell you who

answered... You can now tell us where it was answered.

Yep. Barnes' final phone call was routed to a tower in the Virginia boonies. Uh,

we were just there. That's right by Angus DeMint's house.

Coincidence? No, either that or Angus talked to the victim the night he was

killed. He lied to us.

MCIS! We've got a warrant!

Federal agents!

House is clear.

No sign of him.

What happened here?

It appears there was some sort of a struggle, although you'd expect a

lamp to shatter when it hit the floor, and there's not so much as a crack.

Coffee table is overturned.

Nothing around it has moved.

This was all staged.

Laptop is gone.

Truck wasn't in the garage.

Angus is on the run.

Because he lied to us or because he's a killer?

I'm not the one to ask.

This book is a series of essays about Angus DeMint's life, from growing up

in New York City to meeting his wife, Lillian. I didn't ask for a review. I

wanted to know why he's running.

Love.

Look, the majority of this book is about Lillian's battle with cancer and the

realization that money and power aren't everything.

So it's the guy who likes playing God. Exactly.

The whole thing is about control.

Angus couldn't stop his wife's death, so he created something that practically

made him omnipotent. A treasure hunt.

Of course, he doesn't see it like that. To him, the hunt is like a sacred

memorial to his wife, the last link to her.

And now someone has disrespected that memory with murder.

He's going after the killer. Angus likely wants to bring them to justice

himself.

By not involving NCIS, he doesn't have to ruin his treasure hunt.

He wanted a head start.

That's why he lied.

And that's why he created the distraction at his house.

Look, if Angus did talk to the victim the night he was killed, he may already

have a suspect in mind.

How do I find him, Ty?

All you need is love.

No, I'm not kidding.

This book mentions the one person who might be able to talk some sense into

Okay.

Okay.

Tobias. Gibbs, I have to make this fast. I just found out the name of our drug

kingpin, Meriwether.

Is that a first name or a last? It's an alias.

I'll meet you at the drive -thru in two days to explain.

Tobias.

Hey.

Hey, log in.

What do you mean, Agent Gibbs?

Have a seat.

Want something to drink or something?

Uh, thank you, but you didn't really invite me over here for a friendly chat,

did you?

You think I know where my dad is?

I think you can help us find him.

How?

I already tried calling and messaging him, and he's not replying.

And even if he did, he doesn't listen to me.

Clearly, I don't know my father anymore.

Yeah, but you still care about him?

Yes.

He's the only family I've got.

And I'm terrified of losing him, but... Well, maybe it's already too late.

Never too late for a family.

You read his book.

Yeah, a friend recommended it to me.

He talks about you a lot.

He cares, too.

Dad wrote it ten years ago.

Things change.

Yeah.

Not about Dad, it doesn't. Trust me.

Dad, this seems like forever ago.

This is the last picture we took as a family.

Before Mom got too sick to leave the house.

On a hiking trip?

Mm -hmm. Blue Ridge Mountains.

This was Mom's favorite spot.

Wait.

Agent Gibbs.

This photo was taken in Whitestone Gap.

So this picture shows where the treasure is buried? That's what Casey and I are

trying to find out.

And people were looking for this treasure for ten years, and it was in

guy's book all along. This is insane.

It means AES encryption and HT access password protection.

Uh, is that rhetorical? No.

I'm trying to hack into Angus Dement's private chats.

On the Treasure Hunter message boards?

That's how he communicates with his followers.

I'm thinking the messages might tell us where he is. Okay, so what's the

problem? Well, I have a warrant, but in order to actually read the chats, I've

got to get into a root server that is built like Fort Knox.

Oh, are you kidding? They're going again.

Who? The bar.

What? Was it still about the bad tuna?

No, that's not why they're leaving me a voicemail.

Apparently I have to take care of some bar tab.

He didn't even drink.

I know. That's why he's got to be on the fake.

All right, I'm in.

Looks like Sloan was right. He's had a suspect.

Who? He's been chatting with Camille West.

The woman from the climbing gym. According to this last message, they're

planning to meet.

Where? I told you, I don't know anything about Barnes' death.

Then why did he call me that night? And how did he get my number?

I gave it to him. He said he found a cipher key, but he wouldn't show it to

until he confirmed with you.

That's all.

What about Xander?

I told the agents that Xander was at my place the night of the murder.

But I was just trying to cover for both of us.

I lied.

I had no idea where Xander was.

Could he have something to do with this?

That's a good question.

You're under arrest for obstruction of justice, both of you.

What?

I'm only trying to help. Well, that's great. Then you can come back and help

at NCIS.

Still not telling you where my treasure's buried?

We know where the treasure is buried. Solve the codes, Kay. Not at all. But we

figured out where the family photo was taken, and it was not easy. There are no

landmarks in this picture, and it's not like we can run facial recognition on

the trees.

So we cheated.

Again, Margo said this is her mom's favorite spot, right? So it makes sense

Angus would go visit sometimes to remember her. And if this is where the

treasure is buried, a control freak like Angus would want to make sure it's

still there. So we pulled the records from his unregistered cell phone.

Now, service is super spotty out here, but in the last few years, Angus used

cell phone in Whitestone Gap six times, all in the same area.

That's good work. Now, the question is, does X really mark the spot?

You told us to find it.

We did.

I'm not saying a word without a lawyer. You are a lawyer. First thing they teach

you is never represent yourself.

Hi, it's Margo. Please leave a message.

Margo, hi, it's Dad. Listen, I need a lawyer.

Call me back.

Look, I don't know why we're in here.

I already found your killer. His name is Xander Price.

You don't need me or my treasure.

You didn't tell her where you are.

Margo?

I don't want her to worry. You're late for that.

You talked to her?

Is she upset?

About a lot of things.

You met her two days ago.

You don't know anything about my daughter. I know that she's standing

front of you.

You're out bearing treasure.

You're a liar.

Hi, honey. Listen, I, uh... No, Dad.

I need you to listen.

No, look, look, I can explain everything.

Margot, are you there?

She's here.

Who was this?

The man pointing a gun at your daughter's head.

Tell me where the treasure is, and I might let her live.

Hey, I got your text.

What's going on?

Her killer is on the other end of Gibbs' phone.

He's got Margot at gunpoint.

What? Does he know who he called? I don't know, but we need to run a trace

Okay. I just don't understand what's going on. What is this?

Tell me where the money is buried.

I know who you are, Xander.

It's not me you should be worried about.

No more games.

Look, how do I know this isn't a game?

Huh? Look, Margo, if you're trying to teach me some lesson, you got me.

No, Dad, it's not a... You want to keep playing?

Don't you lay a hand on her.

All right, look, I'll give you what you want, all right? I'll give you the

coordinates. What are you doing?

Your map was right. You found it.

Give me a fake location.

I'm hanging up.

Oh, okay. All right. All right.

I'm ready now.

38 degrees, 52 minutes, 14 seconds north.

77 degrees, zero minutes, nine seconds west.

Give me a landmark.

Okay, all right.

It's buried under an old shed.

Is that good enough?

Hello?

If you try to follow me, she dies.

What did I just do?

What you should have done from the start.

Trust us.

This is all my fault.

Well, I'm sorry we didn't get the trace in time. Don't worry about it, McGee.

Know where they're going.

Where do you send them?

Someplace with home field advantage.

Looks like the old man was telling the truth.

Somebody doesn't try anything stupid.

Yeah, thanks.

Show me your hand.

Why am I here?

Insurance.

And to dig.

The old shed.

Now.

Hello?

Anybody home?

What is this place, huh?

Who this here?

My guess?

Jeremiah Johnson.

Who?

Keep moving.

Okay.

So where do we start digging?

What the hell is that?

Is that some kind of code?

Yeah.

It's Morse code.

Was it about the money?

Does it say where to dig?

What does it say?

H -E -I -S! Do not move!

You all right?

I am now.

Thanks for the heads up.

Your information.

It says duck.

He was waiting for me in the parking garage outside my apartment building.

I didn't see him until it was too late.

Who was that guy?

It was a gym receptionist.

A gym receptionist with a pretty serious gambling problem.

Did some digging. Turns out Simon Feltcher owed a lot of money to a lot of

bad people. Nothing a treasurer wouldn't solve, I guess.

See, I'm thinking he overheard the climbers at the gym arguing about

map. So he followed Barnes home, threatened him. But instead of handing

years of hard work, Barnes swallowed it.

Somebody got the map back, but it was incomplete.

So he went after me.

He skipped the journey and went right to the destination.

Guess he didn't read your dad's book.

And for what it's worth, he truly was worried about you.

And now that I'm safe, I've got to go right back to the treasure hunt.

I'm not so sure about that.

Thank God.

Thank God.

I'm so sorry.

For everything.

So Margo and her dad dug it up?

They decided to end the hunt together and use the money to form a foundation

her mother's name.

The real treasure with each other.

I always say it.

Life is just about spending time with loved ones.

You're going to love this.

I finally went back to the bar.

Did you ever find out who opened that mystery tab in your name?

Yes.

Me.

I don't remember you drinking. Granted, I don't remember much from that night. I

didn't use the tab to pay for drinks. I used the tab to pay for the bar

photographer. But I was having such a good time, I just completely forgot.

There are pictures?

There are pictures?

Yeah. Was this before or after I allegedly sang Dolly Parton in front of

This was taken just before.

Morning, sir. The $1 .59, please.

Where's the usual guy?

Toby? He has not shown up for work the last two days.

You know him?

Nope.

Shame. Never can keep the good ones around.

Coffee, sir?

Thank you, sir. Have a Beltway day.

Watch the fall finale of FBI, next on Global.

Alright people, game time.

Here we go.

We're the FBI.

Failure is not an option.

The true psychopath does what he needs to survive.

We will bring him in.

FBI Most Wanted, fall finale, tonight at 10 Eastern on Global.

Stream anytime with the Global TV app.