All language subtitles for NCIS S20E15 Unusual Suspects_Track03

* Stay drip wit' a bad ...,
real ... *

* Big ... wit' a long stick,
and come wit' it. *

All right, this is it.

* They told me
to stand still... *

Oh, my God, this is my song.
Turn it up.

Oh, it's already on max.
Oh.

And we're here actually, so...
Oh.

Well, thanks
for the ride then, man.

Mm-hmm.
Let's go, babe.

Wait, wait, wait!
Let's just stay

until they get to the chorus.

Please?
Mmm...

Sam won't mind. Right, Sam?

Yeah, it's fine.

See?

He's the best.
Fine.

Then I'm drinking.
Oh, actually,

you can't open that...
(laughs)
Oh!

My bad.
Tyler!

I'm sorry. I think
I have a napkin.

Mm.

It's fine. Really, it's okay.

Just leave it.

Oh. Hey, five stars,
man, seriously.

Hey, be safe.

* Keep on, keep on. *

(turns music off)

God.
(phone chimes)

(chuckles)

Seriously? No tip?

Come on.

Oh, hey, buddy. Sorry.

No, you got
to go through the app

if you want a ride.
Please.

I'm desperate.

It's too cold to walk.

Where are you headed?

Just a few blocks from here.

I'll make it worth your while.

It's okay, man.
You really don't have to...
No, no, no.

Please, I insist.

You're a lifesaver.

Good man.

You got an address?

Uh, corner of Manchester
and 17th is fine.

Okay.
(typing)

How's the temperature?

You want some, uh,
music on or something?

Whatever you like.

* *

They just bake cakes?

And bread. The judges are
ruthless during bread week.

But no one wins any money?

Yeah. There's no backstabbing?

What kind
of reality show is this?

Well, watching people
do what they love

without a monetary
incentive is delightful.

Plus, they all have
really cute British accents.

Yeah, I don't get it.

Well, Parker will

back me up on this,
wherever he is.

What's with the flowers?

It's not his birthday, is it?

Maybe?

How could we not know this?

Well, I don't know.
I don't have Facebook, man.

I don't know
anybody's birthday.

Wait a second. You know
when my birthday is, right?

Yeah, of course
I know when it is.

Okay, guys, focus. Do...?

I might have a card
in here or something.
Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah. You know what?
I got a gift card

to the coffee cart downstairs.

It's got a little money
left on it.

Okay, you guys don't think
he's gonna notice

that you're giving him
a used gift card?

This is Alden Parker,

calling again about my father,
Roman Parker.

I'd appreciate
a call back this time.

What's everybody
standing around for?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday.

TORRES: Hey!
My birthday's in November.

Uh, happy belated...
I knew that.

(all stammering)
...belated birthday!

Belated birthday.
Yay!

TORRES:
Ow!

Whoa. Uh, your father.
Did something happen, or...?

Yes, something happened.

My dad got kicked out of
his retirement home last week,

and so, he's been living with me
until we find him a new place.

Oh. Well, that's so sweet.
I'd love to spend that much time

with my dad,
except he's 11 time zones away.

You want mine?

And I had to bring
my orchids here

because he's constantly
turning up the thermostat.

Why did he get kicked out
of the home?

Apparently,
he was flirting... a lot.

And the female residents

were all fighting over him,

and the administrator was tired
of dealing with the drama.

(laughing):
That's my guy.

I could see
that happening.

He has a great
head of hair.

(phone chiming)

Fatal car crash,
Rock Creek Park. Let's roll.

Our victim is Petty Officer
First Class Sam Vega.

He was a Seabee.

Just returned from deployment
in Morocco last week.

What were the Seabees doing
in Morocco?

Humanitarian
civic action project.

I think our petty officer
had a side job.

Jetter's
that ride-share startup.

Looks like
he was a driver.

Good thing he didn't have

any passengers with him
when he crashed.

Time of death?

Let's see. Uh, 1:00 a.m.

Pretty foggy last night.
Visibility was low.

McGEE: No skid marks
on the road. Doesn't look like

he tried to slow down.
Could be a suicide.

I don't think so.

This bruising pattern is not
consistent with a car crash.

It's, uh, more like a...

Chokehold?
Yeah, and notably,

he doesn't have
any defensive wounds.

And this might be why.

McGEE:
What is that? Some kind

of injection-site reaction?

Yeah, good eye. I'm guessing
it's from some sort of sedative.

PARKER:
All right, so what
are we thinking?

A passenger attacked Vega,
then dosed him,

which caused him
to lose control of the car,

crash into the tree.

Well, if Vega wasn't alone,

why aren't we looking
at two fatalities?

This could be why.

It was used to, uh,
weigh down on the gas pedal.

Somebody wanted him to crash.

Which would make this murder.

TORRES:
You know, I've had
some bad ride-shares,

but I just give 'em four stars.

Not five stars?
That's harsh.

Not as harsh as this.

And I've got something here.
Huh.

Looks like some sort
of medicine vial.

Any idea what that is?

No idea. Hopefully,
Kasie can provide some answers.

McGee, look into
his Jetter passengers.

Knight, Torres,
head for Vega's house.

See if you can find
any reason why someone would

want this guy dead.

WOMAN:
Sam's not in any trouble, is he?

Do you have any reason
to believe that he would be?

Sam? Goodness, no.

He's a landlord's dream.

Quiet, courteous, tidy.

Oh, here we are.

Ugh.

Doesn't seem that tidy to me.

You think Sam did this?

No... but I think
he made someone very mad.

According to Vega's Jetter log,

he dropped off
his last passengers

an hour before he was killed.

They rated him five stars.

That's nothing.
The rider I just spoke to said

he invited Vega to his wedding

after getting a ride
to Baltimore.

That's like a one-hour drive.

Could be three
if the Orioles are at home.

Wow. Guess Sam must've been
one hell of a conversationalist.

All his passengers loved him.

Yeah, but someone didn't.

We found that
in Vega's apartment.

That's blood.

Vega's?

KNIGHT:
Not according to Kasie.

And whoever it is isn't
in the system, either.

Okay, so, who did he piss off?

TORRES:
Well, there's no sign of
forced entry, so we're thinking

whoever did this knew Sam
and had access to his apartment.

All right.
Think I got a contender here.

Kasie found this
on Vega's cell phone.

He got a bunch of

angry texts and missed calls

right before he was killed
from a Lisa Swenson.

"You bastard!"

"Screw you, dude.
You're going to regret this."

Well, it's not exactly
a love letter, is it?

No. I also found this picture
of her and Vega

on her social media.

So many pigeons.

Sky rats.

Pigeons?
Those are mourning doves.

That's the state
bird of Wisconsin.

File that away
for your next trivia night.

Will do.
And my apologies to the dove.

"Happy six months! #lovebirds."

Seems like
there was trouble in paradise.

Oh, do we really think
she could have choked out Vega?

Or she could hire somebody
to do the job for her.

Let's find out. Bring her in.

(classical music playing)

Hey, Jimmy.

Oh, hey. (laughs)

Just familiarizing myself

with showy lady's
slippers, aka

cypripedium reginae.

It's Parker's orchid.
Ah.

Does he want you to perform
an autopsy on it or something?

Oh, no, no, no, it's not dead.

The poor little guy's
on his last legs.

Parker said something
about the humidity levels

in here being its only hope.

And the music?
Well, he said

that words of affirmation and
soothing songs help plants grow.

Hmm.
Honestly, I'm afraid
to breathe on the thing.

I wouldn't. Parker's going
through so much with his dad.

That thing dying might be
the final straw.

Okay, in that case, why don't
you and I slowly back away

from the lady slipper?
(Knight laughs)

Um, so what do we know
about Petty Officer Vega?

Right. Cause of death was
a total spinal cord injury

at the C1 vertebrae,
but, more importantly,

Kasie was able to identify
the sedative that was used

to knock Vega out.

It was propofol.

Well, that's not something
you just pick up at a pharmacy.

Correct. But hospitals
are filled with it.

We're hoping to use the
partial batch number on the vial

you found at the crime scene to
figure out where it came from.

Great. Keep me posted.

One more thing.

I also found trace amounts

of walnut oil, linen

and what I believe is
calcium fluoride on his hands.

Okay, I give up.
What does that mean?

That Vega was into really fine
dining and... dental hygiene?

(laughs)
Okay. You are cute,

but I'm gonna say
"no" on that one.

Kasie's still running
some tests.

You might want
to talk to her.

Won't be as cute,
probably be more helpful.

And I'll contact my friend
at the FDA,

see if we can fast-track
our request

for the source of the propofol.

Okay, I will let Parker know.

Has anyone told you
how beautiful you look today?

(door opens)

So Sam stands me up,
ignores my calls,

and then gets NCIS involved
instead of facing me like a man?

Ah, if you could
slow down.

After everything
he put me through?

Sam got what he deserved,
and now he wants me to, what?

Apologize? I don't think so.

Okay, Miss,
uh, Swenson...
Mm.

...do you know
why you're here?

Yeah. Sam's mad
because I trashed his apartment,

and now he wants
to send me a message.

Well, guess what? I have a
message for him, too. It's over.

I never want to see him again.

Well, you may not have to.

(laughs)

Petty Officer Vega
died last night.

What?

His car ran off the road
last night in Rock Creek Park.

(gasps)

He didn't just crash.

Somebody drugged him.

What do you mean, drugged?

Are you saying he was murdered?

Yeah, and it's up to us
to find out who's responsible.

And I'm the suspect?

Well, you did send him
some really threatening texts.

I didn't kill him.

Sam and I were soul mates.

We were going to spend the rest
of our lives together.

Soul mates? You just admitted
to trashing his apartment.

I didn't know he was dead!

Obviously. What kind of person
do you think I am?

Okay, okay, let's...
let's back up here.

What were you doing in his
apartment in the first place?

Sam had been back from
deployment for, like, a week,

and we barely talked, let alone

seen each other.

So I thought I would go over
to his house to surprise him.

Go on.

He wasn't there,

but his laptop was.

So I thought I would just,
you know, take a look at it.

He's really bad
at updating his O.S.

I was just trying to be helpful.

But that's when I found them.

What is "them"?

Emails.

To some girl named Marilyn.

Very, very flirty emails.

Is that when you wrote
the word "liar" on his wall

in your own blood?

I had to get my point across.

What did the emails say?

"I can't wait to see you again."

"I think
we really have something here."

We had something,
but he threw it away.

And now I'm sitting in here,

while this home-wrecker Marilyn
gets away with murder.

What? You're saying
she killed him?

I'll bet when she realized
he wouldn't leave me for her,

she flew into a jealous rage.

She sliced open her own hand?

Miss Swenson certainly is...
passionate.

But is she credible?

Well, she does seem to be living
in her own version of reality.

So maybe this Marilyn
doesn't even exist.

Marilyn definitely exists.

The girlfriend was
telling the truth?
Yup.

I was able to trace the I.P.
address on her email headers.

To?
A retirement village

called Sunshine Pines.

I actually toured this place
with my dad years ago.

What a rat trap.

So, this Marilyn
works there?

Uh, I checked all the
employee records. No Marilyn.

Well, if she's not an employee,
does that mean...?

Yup, she's a resident.

Our home-wrecker is...
Marilyn Davis.

How old is she?

85.

This love triangle
just got really weird.

Marilyn Davis is a widow

who's been living at
Sunshine Pines for five years.

Are we sure she's not,
like, Vega's

step-grandma or something?

KNIGHT:
"I need to see you tonight.

I think we really have
something here."

You talk
to your grandma like that?
Hmm.

Fair enough.
(laughs)

McGEE:
Well, according
to the visitor logs,

Vega visited Marilyn
at Sunshine Pines

several times a week
for several months.

His last visit was yesterday.

The day he was murdered.

Uh, which means
she's probably the last person

to see Vega alive,
so, let's talk to her.

(phone chimes)

Everything okay?
(sighs)

It's from my dad.
All it says is "911."

ROMAN: You've reached
Roman Parker. Leave a message.

No answer?
Nah. No, no.

Go. Make sure he's okay.
Torres and I can

go talk to Marilyn.
Yeah, we got it, man.

All right. All right.
ROMAN:
You've reached Roman Parker.

I'll keep you posted. Thanks.
ROMAN:
Leave a message.

Dad, pick up the phone!

You can't send me
a text like that

and not pick up the phone!

Dad?!

Dad, where are you?!

Geez, I'm right here.
What's the matter with you?

What do you mean
what's the matter with me?

Is the building on fire?

No.
Then why are you yelling?

Because you texted "911,"

and then you didn't
pick up your phone!

I almost got a speeding
ticket coming here!

(scoffs)
Damn thing's on silent again.

I told you not to text "911"

unless there was a,
you know, emergency!

Well, this is an emergency.
I can't get the remote to work.

A broken remote is
not an emergency.

It's like an oven in here.

Didn't I tell you not
to mess with the thermostat?

Yeah, and I said,
"Quit telling me what to do."

I'm not a child!
Then quit acting like one.

All right. Since you're here,

show me how
to work this thing.

I want to watch
a war movie on cable.

Well, that's a problem,
'cause I don't have cable.

Strictly streaming.

What kind of place
doesn't have cable?

This one.

(sighs) Even my old
place had cable.

And they barely had hot water.

Well, maybe you should have
thought about that

before you got yourself
kicked out.

Hey, it's not my fault

the ladies can't control
themselves around me.
Oh.

Please, Dad. Please.

Your mother always said
I ooze natural charm.

(Parker scoffs)

That's more of a curse
than a blessing, really,

but you wouldn't understand,

seeing as you can't even
keep a wife.

When's the last time
you called Viv?

I bet she has cable.

Well, maybe
you should stay with her then.

Maybe I will.
Or would you rather

I dump you in a sad old home
like Sunshine Pines?

TORRES:
A sad old home, huh?

Wow. Parker really
undersold this place.

Yeah, that, or they just
had some major upgrades.

I'd totally live here.

KNIGHT:
That's really sweet.

You never see
this much family

visiting at a place like...

Wait. You don't think
those kids are, you know?

Okay. Knight,
I don't want to know.

I'm just saying,
maybe Vega...
I don't want to know.

...isn't the only one
who's into the older...

I don't want to know.
Hello, sir.
MAN: Well, hello!

Welcome to Sunshine Pines.
I'm Nigel. I run the place.

To start, let me get you two
some brochures, hmm?

Are we looking to move in Mom,

Dad, or both?

We do have a lovely couples
suite available right now.

My dad's in Japan.

My dad walked out on me
when I was five.

Oh.

I'm Agent Knight,
this is Torres.

We're NCIS.

We're here to talk to one

of your residents--
Marilyn Davis.

Of course. She's not
in any trouble, is she?

We just want
to speak with her.

Certainly. Right this way.

(crying):
Oh, God, my poor Sam.

What am I going
to do without him?

How'd you two meet?

We matched on Grand Bubby.
Uh, it's an app.

It's a dating app?

(laughing):
Oh.

Goodness, no,
Agent Torres.

(stammering):
Uh, uh, well, maybe

if I was 50 years
younger, but...

(clears throat)

So what's this Grand Bubby for?

Well, it's for old folks
like myself

to find kind, eager youngsters

to provide companionship,
you know, help us with errands.

You know, that sort of thing.

So all those kids in the
common area are from this app?

Yes.
And how does it work?

Do they get paid?

Well, $20 an hour,

but it was never really
about money for Sam.

Ah, oh, my goodness, I...

Please excuse the mess.

Sam was such a big help
around here, you know? I've just

been on my own since my husband
passed five years ago.

Any other family?

Oh, I have two boys.

But they both have lives
of their own now.

I only see them
a couple times a year.

Can I help you with this?

(laughing):
Oh, well, that is so sweet,

but it's really not worth
your bother.

Oh, it's no bother.
Uh, nail, hammer?

Oh, well, in the drawer
in the kitchen, sweetie.

Well, isn't he a dear?

(laughs)
He is.

Don't tell him I said that. It's
gonna go straight to his head.

(laughing)

Check this out.

Oh.
Oh...

(laughs)
See?

That's exactly what Sam
would've done-- just step

right up on my couch.

(laughter)

Oh.
All right,
there it is.

Oh.
Boom.

Well, it looks wonderful.

Thank you, Agent Torres.

(sighs)
I miss Sammy.

He was the only friend
I had here really.

Well, that can't be true.

Well, the other residents
aren't very nice.

I think
they're just jealous because

Sam matched with me
and not them.

And he was a great kid.

Do you know of anyone who
didn't think he was so great?

I think Sam might have had
some money problems.

My late husband had

a gambling addiction,
and I noticed

some of the same signs in Sam.

Lying, defensiveness.

So, what was it?
Poker? Sports gambling?

He was playing
some online fantasy game.

And I mean, for hours a day.

I-I tried to suggest
that he cut back,

but Sam wouldn't hear it.

I just wished I would have
tried harder to help him.

Maybe he'd still be here.

Hey, guys.
Sorry I was gone so long.

I heard something happened
with your dad.

Everything okay?

He's fine,
but I might not be

if we have
to live together much longer.

Oh, I'm sure
it can't be that bad.

And I'm sure
he's trying to kill me

so he can keep the place
to himself.

Dads can be tough, believe me,

but, uh,
you're doing the right thing.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Where are we at with the case?

McGEE:
Well, as it turns out,

Petty Officer Vega had an
obsession with online gambling.

Spent about four hours a day

playing a game called
The Legend of Azaldir.

Vega was in deep.

He lost
over $50,000 playing last year.

Where'd he get
that kind of cash?

Well, we looked

into Vega's Grand Bubby account,

and turns out Marilyn was not

his only match.

And Grand Bubby is...?

Well, at first,
we thought it was a dating app.

Turns out, it's, uh, more
of a grandkids-on-demand thing.

That's a relief.
Right?

Well, Vega matched with
half a dozen other people.

Wealthy people, all people
at the end of their lives.

He matched with a Fred Stevens

three months before he died.

Fred left Vega $10,000
in his will.

That's a nice chunk of change.

And Fred's
not the only one

who left Vega substantial
sums of money.

McGEE:
So either it's a coincidence

that Vega matched
with all these people

after they were diagnosed
with terminal illnesses.

Or he knew who to target,
which means

he was using this app to scam
dying people out of their money.

(Kasie sighs)

Looks like our good sailor

might not have been
so good after all.

Petty Officer Vega was matched
with six different

Sunshine Pines residents
in the last year.

Oh, three of them--
Fred, Cynthia and Frances--

all received terminal diagnoses
weeks before they met Vega.

And we think he used this app

to target residents
that were close to death,

then ingratiate himself enough
to get written into their wills.

I'm sure
the families loved that.

Maybe he was killed
by an angry relative.

Oh, you don't want to know
what I would do to anyone

if they ever took advantage
of my abuelita like that.

Probably why Vega
didn't target any residents

with close family.

How did this guy have time
to run this scam?

He was on active military duty,
he worked side gigs,

and he played four hours
of video games a day.

Maybe he had a partner.

Another Grand Bubby user
at the Sunshine Pines.

Who decided to keep the money
all for themselves.

It's a viable theory.

Well, if Vega was working
with someone else

on this app,
we should talk to the residents,

see if any of these kids
got written into their wills.

Good luck with that.
Torres and I already called

every resident on the app.
They wouldn't talk.

Did you tell them that
they might be victims of a scam?

We did, and no one
wants to believe

that their beloved kids
would betray them.

They think
their relationships are genuine,

and they just shut us down.

Well, if the old-timers
won't talk to NCIS,

I know someone
they might open up to.

This is what I'm talking about.
Top-tier living.

My son's been holding out on me.

I can't believe
how nice this place is.

Yeah, you know
what I can't believe?

Making me shack up with him

when I could be living here.

I swear, the last time
I looked at that place,

it was falling apart.

You can admit that you like
living with your dad. It's okay.

That is not
what's happening here.

Can you hear me, Alden? Huh?

We're gonna talk
about this later.

KNIGHT:
Uh, sir, yes, we can hear you,

but just pretend
that we're not here, okay?

Yeah, is that why you sent me
in here with him? Huh?

Because you didn't
want to face me?

(whispering):
Roman, come here.
Come here. Come on.

I am the only NCIS agent that
hasn't been here before, okay?

So, I am your son
for the next 30 minutes.

Ah. Do you have cable?

Yeah.

Then how about forever?

Hi, there! And who do I have
the pleasure of meeting today?

Hi. I'm Tim.
This is my father Roman.

When can I move in?

(McGee and Nigel laugh)

Uh, Dad, we-we should really
weigh our options carefully.

Let's at least
take a tour here.

Your son is right, Roman.
This is a big decision.

(scoffs)
Not if you saw
where I was living now.

NIGEL (laughs):
Well, let me show you
around our facility.

I think you'll find

we really are world-class.
Listen.

Is there any way that my father
could maybe talk

to the residents?
Kind of help him

get an insider point of view?
Would that be possible?

Absolutely.
Right this way, Roman.

Little bit of gin rummy
for the ladies.

Thank you.
For you.

Nancy, Leora, Bud,
this is Roman.

Can he join you while
I show his son around the place?

That depends.
You play cards, Roman?

(scoffs)
My game's gin.

Have a seat.

Yeah.

Five-dollar buy-in.

Ah. Hey, son?
Yeah.

ROMAN:
Spot me a Lincoln?

McGEE: Ooh, uh,
all I have is a Jackson.

That'll do.

Okay. Have, uh...
have fun, Dad.
Hmm.

We'll be back.

Okay. Who's dealing?

Your dad's fitting in already.

Seems like
he's made up his mind.

Well, I'm a tougher sell.

I get it.

You want to make sure
your father's in the best hands.

Have I mentioned

our state-of-the-art
medical facility?

We're the only home
in the area

that can perform full,
life-saving measures

at a moment's notice.

Wow. That's impressive.

Let me ask you.

Is there a resident's room
that we could look at?

My dad's very particular
about his space.

As he should be. Follow me.

Gin! And Roman
loses another one.

I'm just getting warmed up here.

Sure you are.

I hope
you'll be moving in soon, Roman.

Hell, if it were up to me,
I'd move in tomorrow.
Oh.

This place must be expensive.

It's a hell of a lot nicer
than my old home.

Most of the upgrades are recent.

All thanks to a Mr. Greystone.

Do we know who this Greystone
is? Did that ever come up?

No. Maybe it's one
of their relatives?

All right, let's find out.

Dad, you're up.

Ask who this Greystone guy is.

Is this, uh,
Mr. Greystone one of your kids?

Oh. My kids dumped me here
and never looked back.

They won't even visit,

let alone give this place
any more cash than they have to.

So, uh,
who's this Greystone guy?

We don't know.

Some anonymous rich guy
we figure.

He's the best thing
that's happened

to this place
since Grand Bubby.

That's an app, right?

Yes. You're on it?

No, no.
Oh.

Should I be?

Oh, absolutely.

Oh, I met so many nice kids
on Grand Bubby.

Okay, Dad, we need to know

if any of them
have changed their wills.

I'm getting there!

You okay, Roman?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, just looking at my hand.

I'm finally getting
some decent cards.

(laughing):
You're not supposed
to tell us that.

NANCY:
And you're not supposed
to tell him that.

No coaching, Leora.

Ya flirt.

Oh, here we go.

Uh, these-these Grand Bubby
kids-- they sound great.

How close are you all?

Very. Especially with...

How about you, Roman?
You and your son are close?

Too close.

We're living together
until I find a new place.

And you're complaining?
Our kids don't even visit,

and yours lets you
live with him?

Well, living
with your kid is...

is not all
it's cracked up to be.

Yeah, puts a real damper
on your social life.

(laughs)

Social life here is great.

Now why don't you and I go check
out the shuffleboard court?

NANCY:
I think he'd rather play

shuffleboard with me, Leora.

BUD:
Roman?

There is
no shuffleboard court here.

That's code.

Ah.

Code for what?

You know what it's code for.

My dad hasn't
played shuffleboard

with anyone since my mom, okay?

Sure. If that's what you need
to tell yourself.

I think it's the hair.

All right, all right,
we're getting off topic here.

(laughing)

Are you ladies going

to show our guest
the grounds?

It is a beautiful day.

Get lost, Marilyn.

Yeah, this one's ours.

Ladies, please. There's enough
of me to go around.

I'm Roman. And you are?

Leaving.

I'm Marilyn Davis, room 125.

Ah. Roman Parker.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Roman's a sailor.

Oh.

Marilyn has a thing
for Navy men.

(laughing):
Oh.

Is that so?

Yo, yo.
Oh, hey.

Nick, have you heard
from Parker?

Yes, and I think
he's having regrets.

Ooh, I take it

Operation Undercover Grandpa
isn't going so well?

That's what I've been
calling it in my head.

Until now. I just said it out
loud, and now I have regrets.

We got to find another way
to, uh, find this killer.

Oh, well, I ran
the walnut oil and linen

that Jimmy found on Vega's
hands through the AMS.

And I found out something
very interesting.

Hmm.

The linen is at least
400 years old.

And that's gonna help us
find the killer how?

Well, I said it was
interesting, Nick.

I never promised anything
about finding a killer.

I'm kidding. Kidding.

I just have to keep digging

to figure out
where it came from.

Well, we're gonna have to dig
faster 'cause I don't think,

uh, Roman's going
to last much longer undercover.

Good news.
He won't have to.

I finally heard
from my friend at the FDA.

The propofol used to kill Vega
came from the medical unit

at the Sunshine Pines
Retirement Village.

As in the place

that McGee and Parker's dad
are at right now?
Yeah.

And Sunshine Pines has

an automated
medication dispensing system

that requires
a user's I.D. to access.

Ah! All we have to do
is look up the user,

and we can find
Vega's killer.

That's what I'm talking about.

Not that your 400-year-old,

uh, fabric wasn't interesting.

Hmm.

And, of course, there's
our state-of-the-art rec room.

We have ceramics class
on Wednesdays.

Uh, Dad's more of a yoga guy.
We have that, too!

And a meditation class.
Are there any other rooms

you'd like to see
before we talk pricing?

Uh, no, but there's a room
I'd like to show you.

Can you tell us
what that is, Nigel?

I'm sorry. I don't know
what I'm looking at.

PARKER:
Okay, let me
give you a hint.

It's the propofol vial
that you stole

from the Sunshine Pines
medical unit.

Which you used
to knock out Sam Vega

when you sent his car
over a cliff.

Oh. Uh, no,
you got the wrong guy.

Well, you look pretty guilty
from where we're sitting.

Your badge was used
to access the medication unit

when the propofol was taken.

Okay, I know how this must look,

but-but all I'm guilty of
is losing my badge.

Someone else must have used it
to access the medical unit.

That's convenient.

I'm not lying to you!
Why on earth would I kill Sam?!

Because with your partner
out of the picture,

you could keep
all that money.

What money?!
The money that was left

to him by dying
Sunshine Pines residents.

You think
Sam was scamming our residents,

and that I was his partner?

PARKER:
The only way

that he would know
which residents to target was

if he had a partner
that had access

to their medical
and financial records.

McGEE:
You are the only employee

at Sunshine Pines
who has access to both.

Wait, wait, wait.

You guys got this all wrong.

Sam wasn't stealing money
from the residents.

He was giving it to them.

You saw our latest remodel.
Where do you think

we got the money from?
Wait. Now hold on.

Are you saying
that Sam Vega is Mr. Greystone,

the anonymous donor?

Yes.

Sam wasn't scamming
the Sunshine Pines residents.

He was helping them.

Sam Vega is Mr. Greystone.

And Nigel Yang has the receipts
to prove it.

So Vega wasn't scamming anyone?

No, turns out he really
was a good guy,

trying to do right
by the residents.

He might've, uh, spent $50,000

playing The Legend of Azaldir,

but he made ten times that
in his winnings.

Donated it all
to Sunshine Pines.

Wanted to honor the
grandmother who raised him.

Well, then, who sent him
off the side of the cliff?

We know the killer had access
to Yang's I.D. card.

That's how
he got hold of that propofol.

Which means he's somehow
connected to Sunshine Pines.

Could it be someone else
on Grand Bubby?

Well, every kid we checked
has had a solid alibi.

What about the staff?

Uh, if we start hauling them in,
the killer could rabbit.

We need somebody
on the inside

to point us
in the right direction.

Someone other
than my dad.

Hey, what about Marilyn?

She's been there awhile,
seems to know the place.

Worth a shot. It's not like
we're swimming in leads here.

I'll go.

Jumped on that one
kind of quick.

Well, I like her.
She reminds me of my abuela.

(knocking)

Marilyn?

Maybe she's napping.

It's Agent Torres and Knight.

You two here to see Marilyn?

You're gonna be waiting a while.
She's out for the evening.

She's out?

Did one of her sons
finally show up to see her?

Marilyn doesn't have any kids.

I'm pretty sure
she said she had kids.

Why would she lie to us?

Can you open this?

Are you family?

Hmm. Well, works for me.

(beeps)

Where'd she go?

(phone ringing)

Maybe she has an appointment
book or something?

Kasie, what's up?

I finally identified
the substances

underneath Vega's fingernails.

Oil-based paint and canvas
from the 17th century.

PARKER:
Ask Marilyn

if she has any idea how Vega
would have come in contact

with a 400-year-old painting.

I think I have an idea.

Now we just have to find her.

Found her.

I have a time
and an address.

Shall we go crash
the party?

Well, they don't call me "Party
Crasher Torres" for nothing.

Nobody calls you that.

You're right.

What could Marilyn
possibly be doing here?

Well, we're about to find out.

We're gonna need a code.

Hang on.
I think she wrote it down.

(muttering)

(lock buzzes)

Can I help you?

Marilyn Davis?

KNIGHT:
Is that a live piano player?

What the hell is this place?

Estate sale?

And I'm thinking
the shady kind.

Marilyn's painting.

KNIGHT:
Yes, it is.

And is that Marilyn?

Wow. She cleans up nice.

Yeah, she doesn't remind me
of my abuela anymore.

MARILYN:
Oh, Dmitri.

This is offensive.

You know I can't sell this

for anything less
than seven figures.

People, underneath
this cheap facade

is an original Lionelli
from 1660.

I mean, it has
hung in museums

all over the world.

And now, your clients

have the very rare opportunity

to acquire it
for their private collections.

So... who will be taking

this wonderful piece of art
home tonight, huh?

We will.

I got him.
Yeah.

Hey, Marilyn.
You look nice.

Surprised to see me?

(Knight grunting)

(grunting)

You idiot,
what are you doing?!

(grunting)

Ooh!
I am sorry.

I am so sorry.
Sorry for what?

That kid didn't deserve to die.

Then why'd you do it?
She threatened to leave me

unless I took him out.

What? I... I loved Sam!
How could you?!

Cut the act, Marilyn! We know
you swiped Yang's access badge

to steal the propofol.

Go on. Keep talking.

I want a lawyer.

It's a good idea.
In the meantime...

You're under arrest
for the murder

of Petty Officer Sam Vega.

I still love you, baby.

Ugh!

So there really is a Renaissance
masterpiece under here?

Kasie confirmed it
with an X-ray.

It was stolen from the Museo
del Prado in Madrid in 2007.

Turns out Marilyn's

deceased husband
wasn't just an art lover.

He was an art thief.

He stored stolen paintings
in free-trade zones

all over Europe.

Waiting for the heat to die down
before he could sell 'em.

I assume
he waited too long.

Heart attack got him first.

Yeah, after her husband died,
Marilyn needed a way

to smuggle the pieces back
into the U.S. undetected.

So she joined up
with Grand Bubby,

targeted Navy sailors
headed for deployment.

Vega wasn't her first.

One of her previous matches

was deployed to Bahrain.
She had him pick up

a package from the FTZ there
and bring it back for her.

Sailors usually breeze
through Customs.

Except Vega was
an art history major.

When he picked up the painting,
he noticed the ancient canvas,

told her
she should get it appraised.

Marilyn got nervous that
Vega was gonna figure out

what she was doing,

so she had her lover, slash,
business partner take him out.

Wow. Vega joined Grand Bubby
wanting to help,

and look at where it got him.

I hope this won't stop
the kids from, uh, signing up.

Actually, the app's been
shut down pending investigation.

Well, that's a shame.

The residents were getting
so much out of it.

Yeah. So what happens
with all those abuelas?

They don't get visits
from their kids?

Looks like it,
for now, at least.

That's a bummer.

Yeah.

Cheater!

Oh, really?
KNIGHT: Oh!

NANCY:
Oh, come on, Bud.

Don't be a sore loser.

No one told me
this kid is a card shark.

Hey, man, I don't know
what to tell you.

I mean, I...
I'm a man of many talents.

Okay, so we have Nancy
in the lead

with 15, then we have

Tim, Nick,

Leora, me,

and then we have Bud
bringing up the rear

with a whopping 302.

(groans)

KNIGHT:
Ooh!

(laughing)
Poor Bud, poor Bud.

(laughter)

I say we double the stakes
for the next round.

Ooh.
Ooh. All right.

Check out the size
of this place.

Bigger than your
old room, huh?
Yeah.

(sighs)
I could have
parties in here.

Yeah, as long as you don't
get kicked out again.

It's much more modern, too.

Plus, they have cable.

Hey, Dad, check this.
Individual thermostats.

Ah. No one to get on my case
about the temperature.

Nice.
(chuckles)
Well, what do you think?

We got a winner here?

What?
(sighs)

What is it this time?

You know,
Sunshine Pines is a dream,

but if I move, that means
I'd be leaving you alone.

Dad, thanks for thinking of me,
but if this is your dream,

then...

I insist you follow it.
I'll survive.

We'll still have
our weekly games of Risk?

Yeah.

Then it's settled.
Yeah.

I'll sign the paperwork
today, okay?

You know, I don't say it enough,
but, uh, thanks...

...for being a good son
and a good man.

Thanks, Dad.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Though, your sister
is an admiral.

I never understood
why you didn't join up.

I have other interests.

Yeah? Well, cooking
obviously isn't one of them.

What's the matter
with my cooking?

Salt. Ever heard of it?
(sighs)

Why don't we watch
some cable, okay?

And...

there's no need
to keep your apartment

feeling like a meat locker.

(scoffs)

This one again?

I thought
this was your favorite.

That was last week. Keep up.

Fine. You pick.

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