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Previously on "NCIS..."

You have to prepare
yourself for the possibility

she won't survive the night.

Emily Fornell had counterfeit
opioids in her blood.

McGee, you got point.

- For now, or...?
- Next couple of days.

I got a lead on the errand boy

who supplied the poison
that nearly killed my little girl.

The head of the snake.

- Perfect timing, Gibbs.
- Tobias?

What'd you do?

Nothing.

Gonna need some time.

Check back with me in about two weeks.

Hey, McGee,
you guys still out for drinks?

Gibbs is coming, baby!

Matthew, breakfast.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Matthew?

Ooh, it's freezing out here.

Where are you, baby?

Oh.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Matthew David McConaughey,
you leave that man alone

and come home right now.

Oh, my God.

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Welcome to Beltway Burgers,

where every day is a Beltway day.

May I please take your order?

Uh, coffee, black.

Would you like to make that
a Beltway breakfast combo

for three dollars more?

No.

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.

- They still have those?
- No.

And 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.

You said you had a lead.

You're looking at it.

What's fast food got to
do with counterfeit opioids?

Okay.

The pill pusher we were
supposed to be following?

He worked here.

The pill pusher you were
supposed to be following, Tobias.

Not that again... I didn't kill 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,
who makes thousands of dollars a week,

doing flipping burgers for minimum wage,
huh?

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 you talking to?

Oh...

Nobody.

Just trying to psych up
for the next shift.

Attaboy, T.

Love the focus.

Oh, this is a rough morning.

Yeah, for all of us.

- You know, my head is killing me.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

I haven't had a hangover
this bad since Steve Jobs died.

McGee, this is all your fault.

- You invited Gibbs to the bar.
- In 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.

- The man can knock 'em back.
- What are you complaining about?

- You didn't even drink.
- Yeah, but I ate.

I had those, uh, fresh,
uh, tuna poppers.

And, uh, they weren't so fresh.

- Oh.
- Food poisoning?

- How bad?
- I spent the whole night in the bathtub.

Sorry I asked.

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

You don't.

- What we got?
- Our victim is Chief Petty Officer

Diego Barnes, 32 years old,

who lived in the next building over.

It looks like he was walking home

over there when he was
initially attacked and then

fled up the fire escape, but, um,

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 these deep gashes
all over his abdomen.

And his insides are now on the outside.

Gutted him like a fish.

Yeah, this is either personal or...

we're looking for a total psycho.

I can't do this.

I'm gonna be sick.

Ah, poor guy, 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 our 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 on the victim's mouth,

so the mystery puke must have come

from whoever dropped that knife.

Kasie's running DNA right now.

Why carve him up like this, Palmer?

If you're asking for a motive,
I can't say for sure.

What I can say is that all these
cuts occurred postmortem.

So I would think
that the killer must have

climbed the fire escape
and done all of his...

carving up there.

After the fact?

Gibbs, I know right now
isn't the best time,

but, uh, I just wanted to say that

last night was really special.

You joining us for drinks.

I've always thought of you
as more than a coworker...

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.

Must've swallowed it
just before he died.

It looks like...

a corner of some torn paper.

Where's the rest of it?

I'd say it was removed.

The hard way.

- Mm, thanks.
- Ah.

Yeah.

Okay, Chief Petty Officer Diego Barnes.

A Navy recruiter
with a very clean record.

McGee, hangover, make it bigger.

Oh, yes, right.

Huh?

Commendation Medal
for recruiting excellence.

Clearly our victim was a people person.

And a rock person, too.

Barnes was a climber.

Well, it explains why he
tried to get away up 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.

No, 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, Gibbs ordered more tequila
shots and Bishop and Kasie

decided to sing "Islands 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 why we need
a fresh set of eyes here.

You have any ideas
what these lines could be?

Mm, 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 place
to bury treasure.

Kasie, 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, Kase.
- 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 DeMint 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?
If 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 and 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.
- Angus DeMint.

Mm-hmm. And if I'm right,

he could tell us
where the killer is headed.

Uh, hell yeah. Find him.

Two cases of onion rings,
one of nuggets.

I won't let you down, boss.

And make it quick.

Hello.

Bingo-bango.

Toby!

Let's go!

- Toby!
- Yeah. Coming, boss.

Well, according to his book publisher,

Angus DeMint lives just past this gate.

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

Guess if I buried a
million-dollar treasure

everyone was after, I'd 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 DeMint is your father?

For better or for worse.

I'm Margot, 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 Vigenère 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.

Oh, I was rich and powerful,
or so I thought.

- Sugar?
- Uh, 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.

You see, it's simpler and I'm happier.

And, uh, 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 about 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, uh,

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, uh,

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 cheating.

It goes against everything
this treasure hunt stands for.

Okay, well, we think Chief Barnes

solved your codes and made a map.

He was killed for it.

Then he was killed for nothing.

- You saying the map is wrong?
- I'm saying

Whitestone Gap could be
the answer to 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.

So, wait, so he refused to help us?

Well, it seems Angus DeMint
is very protective

of his treasure hunt.

- And 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.

It's too bad. That's a lot of money.

We'll, 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,

and it's not used as evidence,

falls under U.S. treasure trove laws.

- Huh.
- 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 those.

I came in early to start digging into

this online treasure-hunting community.

So, six dudes in their mom's basement?

Try 6,000 active users

in more than a hundred countries
and all 50 states here.

Wow, that's a lot of basements.

It's a lot of murder suspects.

I mean, everyone on here has dedicated

years of their life
to finding the DeMint treasure.

That's a lot of motive, too.

Excuse me.

Margot. 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 all 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
their way of bonding, I guess.

Well, 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...

I just want this whole thing to be over.

That's why I'm here.

You said you could help?

I secretly went through Dad's computer.

I didn't find anything on the treasure.

I did find some private chats

Dad exchanged with a group of followers.

They meet at a local gym.

Maybe one of them knows your victim.

Yeah, I-I don't think we can take those.

Uh, though we appreciate the hustle.

You think my search was illegal.

Well,

uh, my name is on the deed to the house,

and the laptop is in a shared space,

so reasonable expectation
of privacy does not apply.

In my professional opinion.

Ah. 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 OAK, she called me out

for getting a nose job
in front of Drake Bell.

Can you believe that?
Just so Scorpio of her.

Wait, you haven't seen it yet?

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, one second.
- Uh, hello, ma'am?

Hey, watch the Gucci.

Napkins, now.

Chop-chop!

I'll get 'em, hon. Nice move, bud.

Thanks, Dad.

Ugh, look what you've done.

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

Well, you have a Beltway day.

Can you believe that guy?

Order number 16.

Big Bad Beltway. Big Bad Beltway.

Order three, pick up, please.

How's your coffee today, sir?

Cold.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Found those in the freezer.

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

I'm gonna need more than pills, Tobias.

Head of the snake, Mr. Big,
the guy in charge.

Yeah, yeah, I know.
It's a work in progress.

See who comes for 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.

Margot said some of her
dad's treasure groupies meet here.

Apparently the victim
wasn't the only climber.

So much for, uh, nerds in basements.

Need to get that?

No, it's the bar from the other night.

Why are they calling you? To apologize.

What, did you tell them
about your bad tuna?

No, I left a one-star review on Yelp.

Yo.

Welcome to Top Out Climbing.

I'll be your guide Simon.

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

Or federal agents.

We're looking for information
on this man.

His name was Diego Barnes.

Is this about the fight?

Well, that depends. What fight?

Well, 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.

You said two nights ago?

- Uh, yeah. Why?
- We're gonna need

the information
on those other two climbers.

Why not just talk to 'em?

They're hitting the Mega Slab right now.

Thanks.

Nice route, 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.

Is this about Barnes?

Xander told me what happened.

- It's awful.
- Yeah, Diego and I

have been friends for years.

He was a good man.

We're heartbroken.

Hmm. You sure about that?

We heard you got into a fight

the night he was murdered.

Climbing gets frustrating.

Tempers 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 DeMint 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?

Well...

W-We were both at my place.

Xander and I are dating.

To avoid any third wheel issues,

we weren't telling Barnes, but...

we were together all night.

Anyone who can verify that?

No. Why?

Well, because two suspects in a crime

can't be each other's alibis.

Okay, uh, number 115.

Word number 1-1-5 is...

"Pumpernickel."

Uh, I already have a bad feeling.

Read back the last sentence.

Well, "Thy wet horse
slays pumpernickel."

The hell are you two talking about?

Ugh, we're trying to
solve the DeMint 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 DeMint codes are actually

what are called 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 search

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 wet 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.

Come on, Kase, you got
to give me something.

I wish I could.

Ooh. 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?

Well, either that

or Angus talked to the victim
the night he was killed.

He lied to us.

Angus DeMint!

NCIS! We've got a warrant!

Federal agents!

House is clear.

No sign of him.

What happened here?

Well,

it appears there was some sort
of a struggle, although

you'd expect a ceramic 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... this was all staged.

Laptop is gone.

His truck wasn't in the garage.

Angus is on the run.

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

I'm not the one to ask.

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

from growing up poor in New York City

to meeting his wife Lillian.

- It's a charming love story.
- Jack, I didn't ask for a review.

I just 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.

- Says 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.

The treasure hunt.

Of course he doesn't see it like that.

To him, the hunt is like, uh,
a sacred memorial to his wife.

A 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, Jack?

All you need is love.

No, I-I-I'm not kidding.

This book mentions the one person

who might be able to talk
some sense into him.

Okay.

Okay.

Tobias.

Gibbs, I have to make this fast.

I just found out the name
of our drug kingpin.

Merriweather.

That a first name or a last?

It's an alias.

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

Tobias.

Hey.

Hey, come on in.

Evening, 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-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.

Nah. Never too late for family.

You read his book?

Yeah, a friend recommended it to me.

He talks about you a lot.

He cares, too.

Oh. Dad wrote it ten years ago.

Things change.

Yeah.

Not about that. It doesn't, trust me.

Ah, this seems like forever ago.

This is the last picture
we took as a family.

Before Mom got too sick
to leave the house.

- That 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 Kasie and I
are trying to find out.

Man, people were looking
for this treasure for ten years,

and it was in this guy's book all along?

This is insane.

Who needs A.E.S. encryption and
htaccess password protection?

- Uh, is that rhetorical?
- No.

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

On the treasure hunter message boards?

It'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 calling again.

- Who?
- The bar.

What? Is it still about the bad tuna?

No. That's... that's not why
they're leaving me voice mails.

Apparently, I have
to take care of some bar tab.

- You didn't even drink.
- I know.

That's why it's got to be a mistake.

All right. I'm in.

Looks like Sloane was right.

- Angus had a suspect.
- Who?

He's been chatting with Camille West.

That's 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's 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 us

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 have 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...

- I'm only trying to help.
- Well, that's great.

Then you can come back
and help us at NCIS.

I'm still not telling you
where my treasure's buried.

We know where the treasure is buried.

- You solved the codes, Kase?
- 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.

Margot said this was
her mom's favorite spot, right?

So it makes sense that 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 his 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 Margot. Please leave a message.

Margot, 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.

Margot?

I don't want her to worry.

Too late for that.

You talked to her?

Is she upset?

About a lot of things.

You met her two days ago.

You... you don't know anything
about my daughter.

I know that she's standing
right in front of you,

and you're out burying treasure.

Your lawyer.

Hi, honey. Listen, I...

No, Dad, I need you to listen.

No. L-Look, look,
I can explain everything.

Uh...

M-Margot, are you there?

She's here.

Who is this?

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

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

Hey. Got your text.

- What's going on?
- Our 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... now.
- Okay.

I just don't understand what's going on.

I mean, 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, Margot,

if you're trying to teach me
some lesson, you got me.

No, Dad, it's not...

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 him these.

A fake location?

I'm hanging up!

O-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 landmarks.

Hurry up!

Okay, all right, um,

it's-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.

Boss, I'm sorry, we didn't get

- the trace in time.
- Don't worry about it, McGee.

We know where they're going.

Where did you send them?

Some place with home field advantage.

Looks like your old man
was telling the truth.

Let's hope he
doesn't try anything stupid.

For your sake.

Show me your hands.

Get out.

Why am I here?

Insurance.

And to dig.

The old shed.

Now.

Hello?

Anybody home?

So, what is this place, huh?

Who lives 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.

Well, is it about the money?

Does it say where to dig?

What does it say?!

NCIS!

Do not move!

- You all right?
- I am now.

Thanks for the heads-up.

For 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?

The gym receptionist.

A gym receptionist with a
pretty serious gambling problem.

Did some digging...
Turns out Simon Felcher

owed a lot of money
to a lot of very bad people.

Nothing a treasure
wouldn't solve, I guess.

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

arguing about solving the map,

so he followed Barnes home,
threatened him.

But instead of handing over
years of hard work,

Barnes swallowed it.

And Simon 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.

Hey, for what it's worth,

he truly was worried about you.

And now that I'm safe,

Dad'll go right back
to his treasure hunt.

I'm not so sure about that.

Wha...? Oh.

Thank God.

- Dad.
- Thank God!

Honey.

I'm so sorry.

For everything.

So, Margot and her dad dug it up?

Mm-hmm. They decided to end the hunt

together and use the money
to form a foundation

in her mother's name.

- The real treasure was each other.
- Mm.

Well, no, I always say it.

Life is just about spending time
with loved ones.

- Stop.
- Well, then you're gonna love this.

I finally went back to the bar.

Oh, 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 Gibbs?

This was taken

just before.

Oh...

Morning, sir.

It'll be $1.59, please.

Where's the, uh, 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.