All language subtitles for NCIS.S20E01.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

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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