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Hello?

Hey, boss.

How you doing, McGee?

I'm good. Hey, Lucy.

I hope you don't mind me,
uh, dropping by.

I was on the way to work. Thought I'd...

drop off your mail.

You didn't have to make the trip.

Oh, it's on the way.

Hey, the-the boat's looking great.

Yeah. Finally starting to look
like something.

Mm.

Hey, so I, uh, I talked to Vance
about your suspension.

That article that was written about you?

Turns out it's gonna
be a big help to us.

See, by coming clean
about the suspension,

NCIS proved that they're not afraid

to clean their house a
little bit, all right?

So... so Vance said
once things calm down,

there's a chance you
could come back soon.

Nah, that's not up to me.

Well, either way, I mean,
it's a good thing, right?

You've been stuck at
home for three weeks.

Must be climbing the walls by now.

Eh, I don't know.

Not really. Put off a lot of things.

Now I got time to get them done.

Boss, don't you miss it?

The job?

More to life than a job, McGee.

Oh, a body in Reston.

Normally this is when you'd say,
"Grab your gear."

Yeah.

Eh, not this time.

Good to see you, boss.

Yeah.

See you, McGee.

This is a disaster.

The house just went on the market.

And you found the body when?

I came at 8:00 this morning
to prep for my open house.

I'm famous for my open houses.

I put on a cheese spread to die for.

Which is a terrible thing to say now,

given the circumstances.

And the house was locked
when you arrived?

Of course. I always
lock it when I leave.

Although, this is a great neighborhood.

No crime, fabulous schools.

Do you have any children, honey?

- Are you in the market?
- Where we at?

Uh, in the bathroom with Bishop.

Such a shame.

Who's gonna buy this place now?

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Morning, McGee.
- Morning.

- That's, uh, quite a mess.
- Yeah.

There's, uh, there's more
of it out in the hallway.

Hey, how's Gibbs?

Uh, I'm not sure.

He said, "There's more to life
than the job."

- Gibbs said that?
- Yeah.

Like Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Yeah. I can't remember the
last time he took a vacation.

Or a sick day, for that matter.
He can't not work.

You'd think.

- Huh.
- So, who's our victim?

Uh, this is Marine Staff
Sergeant Richard Larson.

Jimmy's, uh, not here yet,
but I'd say by the looks of him,

he has been stabbed multiple times.

Find a murder weapon?

No, but I did find this near the sink.

It's a hair... a little bit
lighter than our victim's.

So, might have caught a break.

Hey, yo. Any of you have a hundred grand

I can borrow for a down payment?

Why, is Jeri Fleckman
giving you the hard sell?

You have no idea.

I gave her your number. Expect a call.

Nick, any chance our victim

worked with your real estate agent?

No, no. She's never seen him before.

Then why does he have a key?

What's the word, Jimmy?

How about "impatient," Nick?

As in, "Stop being so impatient,
I haven't finished yet."

I know, I know. I figured I'd
come down and bug you anyways.

What's the cause of death?

Massive bleeding
due to multiple stab wounds

here in his abdomen, his left lung,

carotid artery. I count seven in total.

Damn, that's a lot of stabbing.

Yeah, and based on the wounds,

I'd say the blade
was about 15 inches long,

very thin, double-edged.

Could be a facon.

It's a South American knife, uh,
originally used by the gauchos.

It's long and thin
and it can cause major damage.

Oh, is-is it like, uh, like
that restaurant you took me to

where the waiters... they cut
the meat with the swords?

No, Jimmy. It's nothing like those.

Oh. That was fun, though.
We should do that again.

Hey, Kasie. Any luck

with that strand of hair we found?

Uh, that's actually
why I came down here.

So, I ran the DNA and, unfortunately,

whoever the hair belongs to
isn't in our database.

But someone else came up

- as a close familial match.
- Mm.

You mean, like a, like a relative?

Well, that's great news, right?

We just track down the relative,

they take us to the murderer,

and then we can
Golden State Killer this puppy.

Who's the relative?

You, Nick.

That hair from the crime scene...

I ran the DNA, and it belongs
to one of Torres' relatives.

What? Do we know which one?

The DNA is too corrupted.

All I can tell you is that it's a male.

This is crazy. It's got to be a mistake.

DNA don't lie.

I mean, I have black sheep
in the family.

I mean, who doesn't? But a murderer?

Okay, well, no one is saying that, Nick.

Right now he's just
a person of interest.

Could the hair belong to your father?

No, no. Last I heard, he was dead.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

No, it's all good.

He was a deadbeat.

He walked out on me when I was five.

Other than, uh,

Lucia and Amanda, do you have
any other family in town?

I mean, I have tons of cousins
I haven't spoken to in years.

I can track them down.
It's gonna take a while.

All right, well, what do we know
about the victim?

Uh, let me put it up.

Okay, Marine Staff Sergeant
Richard Larson, 36.

Married, two kids.

I spoke to the realty company,
and it turns out

they did have a connection to Larson.

He was moonlighting as a mover

for the decorator that stages the homes.

Well, that explains why he had a key.

Look at Larson's bank records here.

An hour before he was
killed, he withdrew

- $5,000.
- He definitely didn't

have that money when we found him.

So what happened to it?

Ciao.

So, Javier, uh, was on
a trip to Miami on business.

All right, that is a "no" for Javier.

What about his brother, uh, Gustavo?

Married with kids in Bogot�.

- Hey. Any luck?
- No, none of my relatives

were in D.C. at the time of the murder.

But we still have your Aunt Isabella's

side of the family to cover.
And don't forget Uncle Ram�n's.

Honestly, I don't know how many
more of these calls I can make.

- Draining, huh?
- Yeah, man, they're playing catch-up

over and over and over again,
and the endless

guilt trips and
"why am I not calling more?"

I actually think
it's kind of fun, you know.

I really, really like
tracing family histories.

Think I got something.

That, uh, doorbell camera
footage, taken from

the house across the street
from the crime scene.

The same car drove past repeatedly

- the day of the murder.
- Any plates?

Just got the last three digits.

But the windshield's got a crack in it,

so I put a BOLO out.

Good luck finding that car.

Needle, meet haystack.

They just found it, didn't they?

Yeah?

Great, thanks.

Jeep is parked
outside a hotel in the city.

That's the car. Looks like a rental.

Talk to the manager. See if we can get

- a name and room number.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Yep. No problem.

Excuse me.

Sir!

S...

Nick! He's running!

Stop!

NCIS! Freeze!

Ah...

Nicolito.

Hey.

How you holding up?

Well, he's taller than I remember.

Where's Nico?

I want to speak to my son.

Please sit down, Mr. Torres.

No, I don't like sitting.

Sit down.

It says here you are Miguel Torres

from the Republic of Panama, yes?

That's right.

What are you doing here
in D.C., Mr. Torres?

Visiting family, tourist stuff.

"Stuff" that includes
running from federal agents?

I didn't know you were an agent.

Where I come from,

someone comes at you with a gun,

it usually ends badly.

You know what this is?

Mm. Facon.

Do you own one?

Yeah.

But so do millions of others.

Have you seen this man before?

No.

He was stabbed multiple times

with what we believe is a facon.

Mm. And because I'm South American,

I must have done it.

No, it's because we found
your hair next to his dead body.

Where was he killed?

Open house in Reston.

Yeah, I was there.

Sunday morning.

I checked it out,

used the bathroom.

That's probably why my hair was there.

What were you doing at the open house

- to begin with?
- I told you.

I was looking at house prices.

My family lives in, uh, D.C. area

and I'm thinking about moving here

to be nearer to them.

That's interesting,

considering your own son
thought you were dead.

Really, is this all you have on me?

My hair at a public place

and a knife that anyone could owned?

I mean, I'm just a tourist,

but I'm pretty sure

that you can't arrest someone for murder

without proof.

Now, I want to see to my son. Nico!

We're not finished here, Mr. Torres.

- Please. Nico!
- Mr. Torres.

- We're not done here.
- Nico!

This isn't over.

What do you think?

He's lying.

How do you know?

Because his lips are moving.

Nico...

You're not gonna charge him?

He's right. Everything we have
on him is circumstantial.

We can hold him for 24 hours,

but then we're gonna
have to cut him loose.

You were too easy on him.
I should have gone in.

Nick, come on.
It's a conflict of interest.

- You knew that wasn't gonna happen.
- Well, maybe it should have.

Look, I understand this
is difficult for you.

But you're too emotional right now.

Oh, I'm too emotional?
No, I'm doing my job.

He lied about why he was in the States.

He lied about not knowing Larson,

he barely looked at the picture.

I'm telling you, he's guilty

and I know it.

Okay, maybe so, but that
doesn't change the fact

that we still need more evidence.

Listen, if your father is guilty,

we have 24 hours to prove it.

I'll talk to him.

Hey. Nick.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

You two really got to
stop meeting like this.

Want a menu?

Uh, no. No, thanks, Elaine.
Cup of coffee.

Hey, and a slice of that pie,

if you got any.

Mm-hmm.

Well, well, well.

What a surprise.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

If this about the article

and you're looking for a retraction,

you can forget about it.

No. No, you did good work on it.

Did good work on all your articles.

Working on anything new?

Maybe.

Why?

I'm just curious.

I don't buy it.

I think you're bored.

I've seen that look on a lot
of cops who've just retired.

- You don't have enough to do.
- Hey,

I just came here for the pie.

Sure.

See you around, Agent Gibbs.

You talk to your mom
and sister about your dad yet?

Nope.

Still trying to figure out
how to break it to them.

That he's alive?

That he's a murderer.

Nick, I know you're not
gonna want to hear this...

Then don't say it.

But McGee is right.

You are way too
emotionally involved in this.

I mean, there-there is a possibility

that he's innocent.

You know what this man
did to our family?

When he abandoned us, we lost our home.

We had to move to Colombia
to live with our aunt.

We could barely feed ourselves.

We lived off charity
from a local church.

Trust me, Ellie...

this man is not innocent.

Okay, I get it. He's definitely
guilty of being a crap dad.

But a murderer?

All right, well, the room is clean.

Yeah. Too clean.

- This is not his room.
- Hmm?

This is the room he wants
us to believe he was using.

Who's staying next door?

Uh, the manager told me.

Uh... guest named Vega.

That's my mother's maiden name.

So you still think he's innocent?

The screengrab

you found at the hotel room

was taken from the Sa�o Paulo airport

in Brazil three days ago.

I ran the guy in the photo

through facial recognition
and a match came up.

Marine Sergeant Thomas Baird,

38, from South Carolina.

Another Marine like our victim.

Uh, yes and no.

He left the Marines

four years ago, but he and Larson

did do boot camp together
at the same time.

So they could have known each other.

Why did Miguel Torres

have a photo of Baird in his room?

Think he was following him?

If Miguel did kill Larson,

maybe this guy was his next victim.

Like... maybe Miguel
is hunting down Marines.

Well, do me a favor.

Maybe hold off on sharing
that theory with Nick

until after he's cooled off.

I totally agree.

- Except I already told him.
- What?

He came down here right before you.

He asked me for an update. I'm sorry!

Nico.

About time.

What are you doing in D.C.?

Nice to see you, too, son.

Answer the damn question.

And don't give me any of
that crap that you're a tourist.

'Cause I've been to your hotel room,
the other room.

- Oh.
- And I found the photo.

Why were you following Baird?

Were you trying to kill him, too?

Is that what you think I am, Nico?

- A killer?
- It's Agent Torres.

And how would I know
what to think of you?

I haven't seen you in 30 years.

Well, it looks like
it hasn't hurt you much.

I mean, look at you:

You're a strong man,
you've got a good job.

Really made something of yourself.

So you leaving was a good thing?

I don't know.

Maybe it toughened you up a little bit.

Huh? Made you into the man are today.

So what should I do, huh?
Should I thank you?

- Hmm?
- Thank me.

Should I thank you?!

- Come on. Come on!
- Nick, Nick, hold on!

- No, come on, come on.
- Come on.

- Hey, let me go! Get off me!
- Come on, come on.

Agent Torres, stand down!
That's an order.

Interrogation's over.

Mr. Torres, you're free to go.

What?! Why? We can still hold him.

Because he's working for us.

Pamela Walsh. CIA.

Sorry for back at the hotel.

If I'd known who you were,
I would have identified myself.

So what are you saying...

That my father is a spy for the CIA?

More like a freelance operative.

A fixer.

We've used him over the years

when we needed a man
down in Latin America.

I can't believe this.

How long has he worked for the CIA?

Since well before my time.

Miguel's an extremely valuable asset.

Discreet, doesn't ask any questions,

gets the job done,
and he is well-paid for that.

Well, it's good to know
he was making a nice living

while my family was starving.

What is Mr. Torres doing in D.C.?

We hired him to find someone.

Baird, the man in the photo?

Is he CIA, too?

Baird was a part of a team

assigned to capture a man
named Yusif Qassem.

I've heard of him. He's a
high-ranking money man for Hezbollah.

We received a tip that Qassem
was going to be laundering

ten million through a casino in Brazil.

So we staged a raid at his hotel

with Baird as the point man.

But Qassem was tipped off.

Several agents were killed,
Qassem escaped,

and three million dollars went missing.

You think Baird sold you out?

Before we could apprehend
him, Baird went under.

He was off the radar for years

until two weeks ago, when we placed him

in a remote part of Argentina.

We didn't know the region, so
we hired Miguel to find him.

Miguel's been chasing him ever since.

And how does our victim,
Sergeant Larson,

fit into all this?

He knew Baird. Helped him out
with clothes, money,

when Baird went on the run.

And he repaid the favor by
killing him to cover his tracks.

Okay, that brings us up to
speed, except for one thing.

Why is Baird in D.C. in the first place?

We don't know.

But Hezbollah chatter
suggests something big

is about to go down,
and we think Baird is involved.

We need him caught.

Well, considering that he killed
a Marine, we do, too.

We'll be taking over the investigation.

Absolutely not.

This is a CIA op.
I'm only here as a courtesy.

Last I checked, the CIA
can't operate on domestic soil.

So you can either work with us

or the FBI. It's your choice.

Fine.

But I want my man involved.

You work with Miguel on everything.

And as soon as you find Baird,
I want to know.

All right. We can do that.

We will keep in touch, Officer Walsh.

Agent Torres?

I want to be removed from the case.

I can't work with him.

I won't.

Your father has been tracking
Baird for weeks now.

He could be of real use to us.

Look, I feel for you.

As a father, I can't imagine
doing to my kid

what your father did to you.

But you're one of my best agents, Nick.

And with Gibbs gone,
I can't afford to lose another.

Sir.

Thank you.

Our suspect,

Thomas Baird, is very methodical,

changes his appearance often.

Before you guys
picked me up at the hotel,

I learned that Baird rented an apartment

- in the D.C. area.
- You search it?

It was wiped clean.

The only thing that was left
was a little piece of paper

with the word "Marinco."

Hmm. At least he left a note behind.

You know what, it's late.

Um, how about we, uh,

call it a night, start again
fresh in the morning?

Wait, Nico.

Nick.

Can we talk a second?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't come clean,

earlier,

about the CIA.

Why don't we make
the best of it? You know?

Go grab a drink, you know,

catch up?

You really don't get it, do you?

What?

I want nothing to do with you.

All right, so I guess you don't
want to know why I left?

Hmm?

It was the late '80s.

We were living in Panama then.

I was working for the police force.

Noriega was in power. Dangerous times.

Just spare me the history lesson.

Yeah, well, what you don't know

is that I was secretly working
with the opposition

I was working undercover

- to overthrow Noriega.
- Noriega?

- Yeah.
- No.

Mom would have told me.

Mom never knew.

She would have worried,
and rightfully so.

Noriega's men started
getting suspicious of me,

they started looking at me closer.

- Mm.
- I was about to blow my cover,

so I did the only thing I could do...

I packed up and I left the country.

Mm-hmm. To save your own ass.

No. To save yours.

I had to leave. To protect my family.

The U.S. took Noriega down in 1990.

Why didn't you come back?

After Panama...

I ended up in Nicaragua,

working with the Contras.

Then I somehow ended up
in Cuba working for the CIA.

Some more jobs came.

Also more enemies.

I couldn't come home

and risk putting your lives in danger.

Our line of work
can put a terrible price

on those we love if we're not careful.

You should know that more than anyone.

Your sister, her husband. He died

because of your work
undercover in Argentina?

Yeah.

And I have to live with that.

But I came back for Lucia.

And I stayed.
How do you even know about that?

You don't think I checked on you

and your sister, all of your lives?

I even sent money when I could.

No. The Church took care of us.

And who do you think
took care of the Church?

Mi hijo...

...I'm not perfect.

But I did the best I could.

Go and get it.

Hi.

- Oh, hi.
- Come on.

Were you gonna knock?

I hadn't quite decided.

Well, what's to debate?
Come on in. Uh...

You want something to drink?
Glass of water?

Uh, oh, no, thanks.

What can I do for you?

After our meeting at the diner,
I realized that I had a question

that I never got around to asking you.

Okay. Shoot.

Why?

- Why?
- I mean, not

why you did what you did,
uh, on the case.

I mean, you made that perfectly
clear and what's done is done.

But why did you choose to tell me?

- Because you wanted the truth.
- Yeah, but

most people don't offer it up
quite so generously.

You know, I... at-at first, I thought

maybe you had, you know,
spilled the beans in order

to get ahead of the story.

You know, as, like, a Hail Mary
to save your badge.

- No. It wasn't.
- And I realize that now.

I mean, you didn't even
try to appeal your suspension.

So why come clean?

Or maybe you don't even know
why you do what you do?

Maybe I don't.

Okay.

I'm working on a thing.

And I would really
appreciate your opinion.

So, I'm hoping you'll give it a read.

That is, if you find yourself bored.

Okay. Thanks. Um, good night.

Yeah. Night.

Night.

- Mmm, this is delicious.
- It looks good.

- Ah? You look it?
- Yeah, I like it.

Mmm. These are so good.

What are these called again?

Hojaldres.

They're Panamanian specialty.

I think we had something like this

at that restaurant that Nick took me to.

Oh, hey, Nick. Hey.

Uh, your dad's here.
Uh, he brought us breakfast.

Yeah, I found

a little Panamanian bakery
near the hotel.

I picked up your favorites.

Hojaldres.

Yeah, I'm not hungry.

Hey.

He's playing you.

Okay, or maybe he's making an effort.

After what he told you last night.

I still don't trust him.

You know, when you go undercover
for those many years,

live in the Grey area...

something happens to a person.

Which... is exactly

how we felt about you five years ago.

It's never too late
to start over, Nick. You know?

Hey, McGee,

can I interest you in an hojaldres?

Uh, no, I'm good.
I, uh, think I have a lead here.

Oh, Jimmy, that's our cue.

I just checked Baird's apartment,

- found this by the window.
- Oh, yeah.

I saw that, too.
They're furniture marks.

Well, actually, I think those
marks are made by a tripod.

I talked to the landlord,
he said that Baird

specifically asked for that apartment.

He was insistent on it,
said he liked the view,

but I think he was
scoping something out.

Any idea what he was looking at?

Well, possible nearby targets,
um, there'd be two of them.

Turkish embassy and Northern
Virginia Savings and Trust bank.

I'll take the bank.

Um, somebody go with him?

Uh, Nick.

I'll take embassy.

Um...

Okay.

Hey, you in charge?

Yeah. Who the hell are you?

NCIS. What happened?

Bank got hit about 20 minutes ago.

Guy came in, threw some smoke bombs,

shot a couple security guards.

Did you check the video cameras?

- Yeah.
- Did you see his face?

Yeah, that's him.

Yeah, how much money did he take?

Well, that's the thing.
He wasn't here for the money.

He took the bank manager.

All right, so what do we know
about the bank manager

- Baird took?
- Charles Park,

52, divorced, no kids.

He's been a manager at
Savings and Trust for two years.

Before that, he was an
accountant for a local firm.

Find any connection
between this guy and Baird?

Not that I can see.

Bishop, put out a BOLO.
Airport, state police.

On it.

- So where do you think Baird went?
- The bank manager

he took does have a cabin
in Warren County.

It's pretty remote out there.

- Go check it out?
- I'll go with him.

That is, if you don't mind.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, on my way, Kasie.

I found the missing connection

between Baird and the bank manager.

Marinco?

The word that Baird had
at his apartment?

So, the accounting firm
Charles Park used to work for

was investigated a dozen times
for money laundering.

But one of the shell companies

Park set up was named
Marin Company Transnational,

also known as...

Marin Co.

So Baird was interested
in a shell company. Why?

I was able to find out
it was formed two years ago,

exactly one week before
Baird's CIA raid in Brazil.

And guess how much was deposited.

- Three million dollars.
- Mm-hmm.

Park laundered the stolen money
from the raid.

This whole thing
has been about the money.

Yeah, but why'd Baird
take him in the first place?

I mean, were they... were they partners?

Wonder what Baird's up to.

Mira.

You got it.

Another move and I kill him.

Easy. We're not here to hurt you.

Yeah, tell that to him.

He's been after me for weeks.

Will you put down the gun, Baird.

What did they tell you about me?

That I sold out my team?

I'm innocent. I was framed.

Then why'd you take Park?

So I could find out who framed me.

I figure since this worm
helped hide the money,

he'd be able to tell me
who he hid it for.

I figured right.

Check the front page. Owner's signature.

CIA officer Walsh.

She set me up.

You've been playing for the wrong side.

You didn't even know it.

Who else knows we're here?

I'm out of bullets.

Get him out of here!

Come on, come on. Got to move.

Move, move, move. Move.

- Yeah, come on, come on.
- Nico, Nico.

He's in bad shape.
We can't keep running.

No.

No, we can't.

Nico.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Stop right there.

Where's Baird?

Walsh... it's over.

Where is he?

_

He couldn't have gone too far.

I'll take care of him right
after I take care of you two.

No!

No.

No, no.

Papa.

Papa.

The CIA claims that
they didn't even know

Miguel was in the country,
let alone hired by Walsh.

She acted alone.

So Walsh killed Sergeant Larson?

Baird, uh, must have
told him what was going on.

She took him out to cover her tracks.

And those guys with the guns?

Russian hit men.

Walsh hired them as an insurance policy.

Pretty much wraps everything up.

Not everything.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Anything broken?

They're gonna do an X-ray.

I think I'll live.

I-I just wanted to say, uh...

...thank you
for what you did back there.

I had to protect my family.

Right.

Mm.

So, what are your plans?

I'm not sure.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe we could
grab a bite a little later.

Even visit Lucia,
and you could meet your granddaughter

for the first time.

Sounds nice.

Okay.

All right, I'll pick you up
at the hotel at 8:00.

I'm so proud of you.

Well, you know, it's never too
late to start all over again.

- Right?
- Mm.

Hey, hey. Good girl.

Hey, it's open.

Nick.

I thought you were
having dinner with your dad.

I don't want to talk about it.

Think you came to the right place.

Have a seat.

Sit down.

Eat.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.