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Bruin's Full Service Car Wash,

where we make your car shine.
Now pull on up.

Yeah, I'll just take the express wash.

Well, uh, you know, the best
is only, uh, five dollars more,

and it covers the rainbow glaze.

No, I'll just take the express wash.

Okay, but that won't include
the undercarriage.

- That's fine.
- Oh, and with the best,

I can throw in our, uh,
premium air fresheners.

You know, none of this cheesy
pine scent for a man of your...

- Pine scent is fine.
- Okay.

But I promise you our Coco
Cabana scent will make it...

Look, I don't want the Coco
Cabana or the undercarriage

washed or the damn glaze.

All I want is a simple wash.

The express.

Is that so hard to understand?!

The express, yeah, you got it.

Um, I'll just meet you

at the end of the tunnel
in case you, uh...

change your mind.

Okay, pull forward.

Um, I just, I need you to pull forward.

So I can take care of this, okay?

Okay. Hey, hey, can you pull forward?

Hello?

Are you good? Are you...?

Whoa. Uh...

What the...?

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I'm pretty sure my mailman
was giving me the stink-eye.

Well, no wonder. Looks like you
haven't emptied your mailbox

- in, like, a month.
- Two weeks.

And with our caseload, I haven't
done my laundry yet either.

Tsk-tsk. What would Abuela say?

Hey, man, what are you
doing here so early?

- My job.
- Performance reviews were last week.

And I passed with flying colors.

- Lunch is on me today.
- Raincheck. I have got...

Oh...

I have mail to sort through.

I use a shredder instead.

It's much more efficient.

Oh, wait.

I think these are from that, uh,

wedding you went to last month.

Actual paper photos.

Ooh, interesting photos, too.

Well, you know, my cousin,
she's old-school. She likes...

paper photos and thank-you notes.

Yeah, no, it looks like, uh,

looks like you and Jimmy had a fun time.

Wow, let me see?

It was all right.

Oh, I don't know,
with these big, bright smiles,

it says that you had more
than an "all right" time.

Guys?

It was a wedding. Cold food,

mediocre music, happy tears, the usual.

I don't know, I think there's
more to the story.

- What are you, a psychic now?
- Just reading the room.

You do seem agitated.

- What?
- What happened?

You get wasted?

You caught the bouquet?

Jimmy step on your toes
while you two were dancing?

It has something to do with Jimmy!

Wrong. Give me these.

Where is Parker anyway?

HR. He's, uh, reveling

in some more leadership training.

And you're changing the subject.

You know, Dr. Grace says
that's a defense mechanism.

- Mm.
- Nick?

I get my own dose of Dr. Grace.

I don't need yours, too.

Just saying, you'd feel much
better if you talk about it.

There is nothing to talk about.

Oh, look, Parker.

Got a body. Let's go.

- Classic avoidance.
- Mm.

I mean, I've seen dozens
of dead bodies before.

Well, on-on TV. I mean,
they say the first 48 hours

are crucial to catching a killer.

That's right.

Now, you're sure there was
no one else in the van?

No, no, he was completely alone.

And totally grouchy, if you ask me.

- What makes you say that?
- Oh, I'm very observant.

I mean, that's important
if you want to be a cop, right?

I'm still weighing
all my options, but...

I think I'd make a good one, you know?

Morning, Jimmy. Body's in the
van if you want to get started.

Yeah, sure. Um, hey, Jess, um...

you're somewhat
of a coffee connoisseur, right?

Well, I wouldn't call
myself that, but...

I do know my arabicas from my robustas.

Well, uh, there's a new place

that just opened up
a couple blocks from work.

They name their drinks
after celebrities.

You know, like, like Al Cappuccino...

or Elvis Presso.

I thought maybe you might want
to check it out later?

Yeah, sounds great.
I'll let the guys know.

The guys. Yeah, yeah...

Wait, wait, did you mean,
did you mean just...

- just the two of us?
- No, no, no, no. Yes,

that's what I meant, but it's okay...

- I didn't realize...
- Where are we at

- with the body?
- Uh, uh, right over here.

Mm-hmm.

Nothing to talk about, huh?

Navy Reservist John Murphy, 35.

Just finished drill weekend.

He must've driven over a skunk.

Because the van still stinks.

Went into the tunnel alive,
came out dead.

No murder weapon
and, uh, no sign of struggle.

And no water inside
the van, which means the...

doors and windows were
shut the entire time.

Like a locked-room mystery.
How'd the killer get inside?

Maybe he didn't have to.

I mean, there's no external wounds here.

- So where'd the blood come from?
- If I had to guess...

I'd say it was hematemesis.

Right, in English, uh...

he vomited the blood.

- I'm sorry I asked.
- Hematemesis this bad is usually caused

by some kind of poison, so
we'll have to run a tox screen

- to figure out which kind.
- All right, thanks.

Okay, we got a hit on the plate.

Van came from a rental company.

What's Murphy doing with it?

Uh, I think I might have an idea.

What's a Navy reservist doing
with a bunch of slot machines?

I don't know, but whatever it was...

Who wants to finish that sentence?

Looks like his luck ran out.

Mm.

John Murphy. Investigative journalist

and Navy Reservist.
Widowed last year; no kids.

After a tour in Iraq, he wrote a piece

on how our servicemen
cope with post-traumatic stress.

It got him a job as a reporter

with the Navy Herald.

And reporters chase controversy.

Could've made him a target.

Except he's not a reporter anymore.

He was fired three weeks ago.

We know why?

What about the slot machines?
Where'd he get them?

Still working on it.
Kasie says that they're, uh,

supposed to have GPS trackers
attached, but they are missing.

We suspect the machines were stolen.

The question is why.

Why else? To make money.

- Tim, may I?
- Yeah.

So it looks like Murphy
has a cash-flow problem.

His house is in foreclosure,
big credit card debt,

and he hasn't paid
his car loan in months.

Maybe he went into business for himself.

Running an illegal gambling operation?

- From a rental van?
- McGee, Torres, talk to his old boss.

Find out why he was fired.
Knight, the slots.

Where'd they come from?
Where were they going?

And Palmer...

I was just about to
come down and check in.

But looks like we got an urgent update.

Uh, urgent, yes. Update, no.

I-I've got to sneak away
for a couple hours.

Not to worry though, Dr. Mallard
said he'd fill in for me.

- Everything all right?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I-I just got an emergency call request

from a volunteer medical network
I joined after Breena died.

Uh, we help to deliver

organs to patients
who are awaiting transplants.

Oh, that's great, Jimmy, nice.

Yeah, yeah, my-my part in it

is pretty small, you know?
I basically pick an organ up

from one hospital,
I deliver it to another.

Why are you so nervous, man?
You got this.

It's my first time.
What if there's traffic?

Well, I'm sure the hospital
accounts for that.

Of course, but, you guys...

I'll just say it.
I'm not a strong navigator.

You know, if I take a wrong turn,

I could end up losing precious minutes.

You know, protocol says that
one person should drive

while another person monitors the organ.

I'm flying solo on this one,
so who's gonna monitor

the organ if I get a flat tire?

Okay, so sir, we have plenty

of hands on this case.
Maybe we can spare one?

I'll go.

I mean...

unless you were trying
to volunteer, Nick?

Not at all.

Aw, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

This does not go next to the scalpels.

It goes here.

Uh, sorry for interrupting.

I guess you're on a phone?

But I don't see a Bluetooth headset.

I-I like to be wired.

Then you're talking to...?

Mr. Murphy, of course.

Of course.

I assume he told you what killed him.

He did.

Arsenic, a most popular means

of murder in the 18th century.

It was often used to resolve matters

of family inheritance.

Oh, Murphy didn't have a family,

or a dime to his name.
And haven't I read

that arsenic takes weeks to kill?

You're recalling Agatha Christie.

I sometimes fancy myself

a modern-day Hercule Poirot.

Arsenic doesn't necessarily take weeks.

As with any poisonous substance,

the amount administered

determines the speed of death.

And in Murphy's case?

Kacie found more than 300 milligrams

in his blood.

That suggests that he was poisoned,

oh, but a few hours before

he arrived at the car wash.

Nah, that could've come from anywhere.

Buying arsenic off the Internet's

as easy as getting milk from the store.

I don't suppose you could ask Mr. Murphy

who wanted him dead?

Uh, you'll have

to answer that one for yourself,

Monsieur Poirot.

Now, you called Mar Vista...
they're expecting

- the organ, right?
- Yes, Doctor.

Okay, good, good, good.

Uh, Dr. Scott Long?

Oh, you must be our chaperones.

Uh, Jimmy Palmer and...

Jessica Knight.

Hmm, Knight with a K.

An apt name for a guardian angel.

Will you protect this liver
with your life,

Jessica?

- Well...
- No, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

No, you'll be transporting
a cooler like this one

to Mar Vista Hospital three hours away.

- When was the organ harvested?
- Two hours ago.

And the liver can be kept
on ice for nine hours, so...

So we can stop for a burger.

- I'm kidding.
- It's important

that you take this seriously, Jessica.

- Of course.
- I can go for a burger, too.

Right?

Maybe we should focus on
saving a person's life first.

Um, anything we should know?

The recipient's been waiting
a long time for a liver.

Due to her blood type, it's been
difficult to find a match.

We barely found this in time.

Let's not keep her waiting.

I like your spunk.

I need you both to sign here.

And I'll get the organ.

Jess, I'm really glad you're here.

I feel like we haven't
talked in a while.

Really? We talk every day at work.

Yeah, well, you know,
you're always in such a rush.

It's actually why I invited you
out for coffee earlier.

I know, I'm s... I'm sorry.

I didn't realize
that you meant just you and me.

No worries, no, no.

Six-hour round trip, you know.

It'll give us plenty of one-on-one time.

Here we are!

Here we go... oh!

Okay. Okay.

Let's go. Uh, my car's

in the shop, so you'll need to drive.

- Wait, what?
- You're coming, too.

Well, protocol requires
that a hospital liaison

accompany the organ
from donor to recipient.

I must've missed that part.

Is that a problem?

No, no, it's... not at all.

Right, Jimmy?

The more, the merrier.

Great.

I get shotgun!

- You bet.
- Great.

Ooh.

Come on, you stupid machine.

I don't understand why people
like this kind of thing.

I mean, yes, I guess
the flashing lights are

kind of pretty, but...

Yeah, but you can't stop
pulling on that bar.

- Help me.
- Okay, well, you said

that we had something,
you know, about the case.

Oh, yes, oh, the case, yes.

Yes, the case.

I know where Murphy stole
the slot machines from.

A Navy base.

Wait, since when does the Navy
have slot machines on bases?

Oh, well the machines are actually owned

by an MWR contractor.

Morale, Welfare and Recreation.

But MWR has been operating slot machines

on bases since the 1930s.

These babies were being
shipped for repair

and were gonna be sent
back to their bases.

Why would he steal them from the Navy?

Oh, well, he wasn't
stealing them exactly.

Just borrowing them.

Okay, why would you borrow
a slot machine?

Good question and I have a good answer.

I took a look under the hood.

It looks like Murphy tampered
with the CPU code.

For every dollar played,
a portion was being

siphoned off
to a secret offshore account.

So he hacked the machines
and was gonna put them

- back into circulation.
- Yeah.

The DoD makes over $100 million

a year on slots alone.

So he stood to cash in big.

Unfortunately for Murphy...

Has someone already made
the "his luck run out" joke?

Yep.

Yeah, well, I still have
to process his laptop,

so looks like for now,

I'm all out of chips.

- Okay.
- Ooh, give it to me.

- All right, I kind of like that one.
- Hey!

Hey, thanks again
for letting me ride shotgun,

Jimmy. You know, I-I get car sick

just even thinking about the backseat.

No problem. No problem at all.

Don't tell me you surf, Jessica.

Uh, guilty.

- I didn't know that.
- Well, it's been a while.

But I picked it up again
when I went to Oahu last month.

You know, I-I'm planning
a trip to Jeffreys Bay.

- Oh.
- That is definitely

a surfer's haven, right?

You surf, Jimmy?

I took my daughter boogie-boarding once.

Never too late to give it a try, right?

Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't mind learning.

Just need to... find a good teacher.

What the...? Jess, watch out!

- Jimmy, you okay?
- Yeah.

No! No, no, no, no!

- Not that side!
- Scott!

No, no, no, no!

He's gone. If we stay here, we are, too.

Okay, uh...

Over there.

Okay, you go. I got you covered.

- Okay.
- Okay. Now!

The slot machines Murphy had in his van

were stationed at a Navy base in Japan.

Vega Gaming is the D.C.-based MWR

contractor that services them.

They were on their way back for service

when Murphy grabbed them.

No one noticed they were missing.

What was Murphy's cut?

Uh, one penny on the dollar.

Funneled to an offshore account.

With enough machines, he could
clear a million bucks a year.

That's a hell of a retirement.

Slot machine software is pretty complex.

Murphy didn't have
the skills to do that.

Not without help, at least,
and it looks like

he had a partner.

I pulled a bunch
of emails off his laptop.

He was pretty tight

with a software engineer
from Vega Gaming.

Ana Brooks.

Murphy's partner was an insider.

Oh, they weren't gonna be
partners much longer.

She wanted out.

It sounds like Ana
thought someone at Vega

was getting suspicious, but Murphy kept

pressuring her to keep going.

Maybe he pressured her
a little too much.

- And she dissolved the partnership.
- Pick her up.

I haven't heard anybody
behind us for a while now.

Yeah, we should call someone.

My phone's dead. It's broken.

Can we use yours?

We had it up for navigation in the car.

I left it there.

I can't believe
we just left Scott behind.

Okay, we can't focus on that right now.

Who were those guys?

Uh, I don't know.

But the only thing you and I
have in common right now

is that organ, so I have
a hunch they're after that.

We got about six hours to get
this liver to the hospital

before the recipient dies.

Okay, well, first we have
to get out of here alive.

Let's circle back to the main
road, we'll flag down a car...

That's too dangerous.
I'm sure those shooters

left men behind in case we came back.

Okay, then what do we do?

We go north.

We passed a highway ten miles back.

We can flag somebody down from there.

Ten miles? This
organ isn't gonna make...

Six hours is enough time. We can make it
to the hospital, I promise.

Okay.

Ms. Brooks?

NCIS!

Okay, so you've never gambled before?

No, no, the odds are always
in the house's favor,

so what's the point?

See, that's your problem.

You always have to have a point.

- All of a sudden, I got a problem?
- No, I didn't say...

Well, like, look, it was
a metaphor, okay, it's like...

Keep it down!

I'm trying to watch Judge Judy.

I can't hear a word
with all that banging.

Apologize. I'm Special Agent McGee.

This is Special Agent Torres.
We're with NCIS.

We're looking for Ana Brooks.

She's gone, kid.

Up and vanished two months ago.

Hasn't been back since.

Won't answer her phone either.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

I'm the building manager.

You think just 'cause I'm old,
I'm senile?

No, ma'am.

You find her, tell her
she owes me two month's rent.

Any friends or family
that we can contact?

Beats me. What do you
want with her anyway?

She's a suspect
in a murder investigation.

Well, that's a shame.

Seemed like a nice girl.

Always offered me help
with the groceries.

Should've known.

It's the nice ones
you got to watch out for.

You know, I thought I was in good shape.

You're not even breaking a sweat.

- Do we need a break?
- No, no... maybe.

Maybe just a couple minutes.

I had a really small breakfast,
you know?

So my blood sugar's...

What are you doing?

I went to college in Seattle.

Spent a lot of weekends camping,

learning to survive in the wild,
so, here, eat this.

- No, I'm good, I'm good.
- It's a type of mushroom.

It's called "chicken of the woods."

It's gonna help you
with your blood sugar.

I'm good, but...

I have this.

You packed food in with the organ?

Yeah, I didn't know if we'd have
time to stop for lunch.

So... besides, it's hermetically sealed.

Now, here, try this.

It's a type of sandwich.
It's called PB and J.

Yeah, we got tracks heading north.

Lower your rifle.

Slowly.

Jess?

- Jimmy?
- Yeah, over here, over here.

Jimmy?

I got hit in the leg.

- We need to stop the bleeding.
- Uh...

Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Okay, pull on that, pull, pull.

Rick, come in.

You there? Rick?

Okay, the others must've
heard the shots. Can you move?

Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, lean on me.
- Yeah.

You good?

Never better.

Come on!

Mama wants to buy a hot dog, hot dog.

Ooh, ooh.

Come on... oh, gosh, broken.

Broken.

Oh, come on!

All right, you.

Come on, baby, come on,
I know you got me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!

No! Oh, come on!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... oh, no!

This, uh...

feels a little pathological.

Oh.

I was, uh...

checking out Vega Gaming's other...

gambling machines, you know?

Just kind of hoping to find
something in the code

that will help us track down Ana.

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh, yeah, yeah.

Unfortunately, I got nothing,

so, oh, no.

- Kasie?
- Hmm?

Do you have a gambling problem
we should know about?

Me? Oh, my gosh.

No.

No. No, no, no, no...

Oh, no.

Yeah, okay, yeah, maybe a little.

Um, I did manage to find

surveillance footage from Ana's building

the night she disappeared.

- Who's with her?
- No idea.

The image is too blurry to
make out the license plate.

- Friend or foe?
- Uh, well, they did

open the car door for her.

Maybe she found some new partners.

And they all decided
to get rid of the old one.

- We have a problem.
- We're even.

I got a headache. Is that an aspirin?

It's lactulose. It's used to treat

- severe liver disease.
- And why am I looking at it?

McGee just brought it back
from Ana's apartment.

- She's sick?
- Yes. I tracked down

her doctor. She's in Mar Vista Hospital.

Been there for weeks
with cirrhosis of the liver.

That doesn't sound good.

Well, she needs a
transplant immediately.

Serendipitously,
there is a suitable liver

on its way to that hospital today.

One, and only one.

Wait, the liver that Knight and Jimmy

are transporting is for Ana?

Our murder suspect?

We better call Mar Vista
Hospital, warn Knight.

No need. I already called.

Jimmy and Agent Knight never showed up

with any organ.

How much longer?

Another mile or so. Can you make it?

Yeah, I'm doing fine.

You're the one that's doing
all the heavy lifting...

Oh!

That looks like a fresh kill.

Probably a black bear.

Great, not only do we have to worry

about men with guns... ow...

chasing us, now we got
to worry about killer bears.

Okay, Jimmy, you can't
keep going on like this.

You're right.
I want this bullet out of me.

- Isn't it better to leave it in?
- I want it out.

Good luck finding
medical supplies around here.

Maybe we are in luck.

That's a game feeder. People
put it up to attract deer.

Bet you there's a cabin nearby.

I'll believe that when I see it.

Come on.

Let's go.

Knight, call me as soon as you get this.

That was Mar Vista Hospital.
Still no Jimmy or Knight.

Nothing from them for two hours.

You get through to our murder suspect?

The hospital admin told me
that if we want

to talk to Ana Brooks,
we have to go through

- the Department of Justice.
- What?

What the hell does DoJ
have to do with this?

Maybe we're not the only ones
after Brooks.

Thanks. State troopers
found Knight's car

- by Lesesne State Forest.
- And?

They were shot at. They found
a male body by the car.

- No IDs.
- Let's go.

- McGee?
- I'll hit up DoJ.

Find out what they want with Ana Brooks.

If they know who's after our people,

we need everything they got.
Lean on them!

Not a problem.

I want it on record

that I didn't say, "I told you so."

I admire your self-restraint.

Abandoned for a while
by the looks of it.

What do we need?

Some pliers, something
to clean out this wound.

And, uh, needle and thread
would be nice.

- Uh, rags?
- Yeah.

Got a half bottle of Glencallan.

I'll take it.

Okay, we're in luck...
I have a survival sewing kit.

No pliers.

Oh, got a pocketknife.

You and I have different
definitions of "we're in luck."

Okay.

Good luck, Doctor.

You're gonna do it.

Me? No way.

Well, it's in the back
of my leg. I can't reach.

No way.

Uh, you know what?

The road isn't too far away.
I think we should wait.

Whatever happened to "those
killers are right behind us"?

Well, that was...

that was before you asked me to
take a bullet out of your ass.

Okay, number one, it is in my thigh.

Secondly, I'm gonna
guide you through it.

I mean, it's gonna be easy,
easy peasy, you'll see.

Okay.

Easy peasy.

Hey, hey.

You can do this.

Now get the whiskey.

Yeah.

You're supposed to pour

that on the knife
and then on the wound before...

You know what, just give me that.

All right.

All right, now...

make an incision to expand the wound.

You okay?

I'm doing really good. I'm fine...

Okay, next you have
to extract that bullet,

but use your fingers,
do not use that knife.

- Use my fingers?
- Just do it

before that whiskey
hits your bloodstream.

Okay, Jimmy, I can't find it.

I'm sorry. I told you
you should do this...

You're doing great.
You're doing a really good job.

Just keep going, keep going!

Okay.

Jess, what happened after the wedding?

You really want to talk about that now?

Rather talk about that or how
your hand is right on my butt?

Okay, my hand is on your thigh.

I thought we had a good time.

In fact, I know we had a great time.

Ever since the wedding

you've been acting
like nothing ever happened.

Jess.

I really like you.

And I think that you...

Oh, got it! I got it.

Okay, rags, rags.

All right, what now?

Now you sew me up.

Oh, Jimmy.

I failed home ec.

Well, there.

Ooh.

You're right.

I like you, too.

You do? Ow!

Okay. Okay, just stay still, stay still.

I like you.

But?

You're one of my best friends, Jimmy.

And I can't do anything
that's gonna jeopardize that.

Yeah.

Yeah, that would be a real bummer.

Let me just say this.

No matter what happens between us...

...we're still gonna be friends.

I have no idea who Ana Brooks is.

Yet you have half the DoJ stationed

on her hospital floor, Deputy Reeves.

Which is outside
your jurisdiction, Director.

Like hell it is. Brooks is a suspect

in the murder of a Navy
reservist named John Murphy.

We also have agents
in the field that are missing.

We think whoever's working
with Brooks is after them.

Now are you gonna give us some answers?

Or are we gonna have
to start busting heads?

Brooks is working with us.

And she can't be your murder suspect

because she's been in protective custody

for the last two months.

Protective custody for what?

She's helping on our case
against Vega Gaming.

The CEO, Paul Newhope,

has been rigging slot machines
and setting them up...

- On U.S. Navy bases.
- Yes.

He's been stealing money
from the government.

And we can finally prove it
with Ms. Brooks' testimony.

So she's not in on the con.

- She's a whistleblower.
- She went to the media first.

Spoke to Murphy at the Navy Herald.

Then she got scared and came to us.

We told her to cut the reporter off.

That's why Murphy had
those slot machines.

He was doing his own
investigation into Vega.

And it got him killed.

Newhope must've found out
about our case against him.

He's eliminating anybody
he thinks knows too much.

He's not getting
anywhere near Ms. Brooks.

Well, he doesn't need to.
He just needs to stop her

- from getting that transplant.
- He has no way of knowing about that.

We've been very careful
with that information.

Not careful enough. You got a leak.

If Ana Brooks doesn't
get that organ, she dies.

And the DoJ's entire case dies with her.

We need to find our people now.

I found a map.

Good news.

We're here.

That's the main road,
less than half a mile.

- We get there...
- We flag down

a car and we get this liver
to the hospital.

Can you walk?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Okay.

Found their trail.
Looks like it leads to a cabin.

I'm gonna check it out.

- What now?
- Okay.

Okay, all right.

New plan.

We're gonna split up. You're gonna

take this cooler, head east
until you hit the road.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna lead them
in the opposite direction.

What? That's suicide. You can't do that.

Have a little faith, Jimmy.
I can take care of myself.

Okay, no, no, no, no.

- I will lead them in the other direction.
- Okay.

- Talk about a suicide mission!
- Now, you are going...

- You're much faster...
- Jimmy, Jimmy! Jimmy!

We don't have time to argue.

You need to go.

Jess,

I'm not going anywhere without you.

All right, come on.

Sorry, Jimmy.

You need to get moving.

As far away from the cabin as possible.

Jess!

Jess!

Has there been any word
from Agent Parker?

Not yet. All we know is
Agent Knight and Dr. Palmer

are somewhere in that forest.

I heard that a male victim
had been found.

Unidentified, Dr. Mallard.

We don't know who it is.
Let's not jump to conclusions.

No, no. Of co... of course.

Forgive my concern, but, uh...

Jimmy is someone...

You're not gonna lose him.

No. Thank you.

Agent McGee is questioning
Vega's CEO, Paul Newhope.

We will find our people soon.

The interrogation is over.

I do wish I could've been
more helpful, Agent McGee.

I'm sure you do.

Mm.

Good luck finding your missing friends.

Mm.

Newhope isn't talking?

Claims he doesn't even know

Ana Brooks. After all, he has

"hundreds of employees."

All right, we need hard evidence to link

Newhope directly
to those rigged machines.

Yeah, well, even Murphy's investigation
didn't find anything.

It's Parker.

Hey, got you on speaker here.

The body the troopers found was
a man named Scott Long.

He was a doctor at Shoreside Memorial.

What was he doing in the car
with Jimmy and Knight?

We're trying to find out. He
wasn't supposed to work today.

But he switched shifts
at the last minute.

- I don't like the sound of that.
- And troopers found

a burner phone near his body.

Do you think he could be the leak?

It's possible.

I'll text Kasie the burner number.

Have her check the call log.

Let's see who Dr. Long was talking to.

Hey, Parker?

We have two sets of tracks.

They both go into the forest.

The small ones here,

- they must be Knight and Jimmy.
- Yeah.

This must be Newhope's men.

Yeah, and it looks like they're sending

a small army after them.

Long's burner phone... what do you got?

Uh, one phone call

from Long to Newhope

just after the liver was assigned.

And one text from Long,

when he was on the road
with Knight and Jimmy

giving their location.

Wait, so it wasn't someone at DoJ.

It was Long.

Long was the leak. Why?

No idea. Unless it has something to do

with the 500 grand transferred
to his bank account

just before he sent that text.

- Who did Long text, Newhope?
- Uh...

No. It was a different number. Unlisted.

Can you track it?
It could be the shooters

after Jimmy and Knight.

Northeast part of Lesesne State Forest.

It's got to be Newhope's men.

All right, send that
GPS location to Parker now.

Drop it!

Drop it!

I got her!

Bring her down here!

Get down!

Well, I don't know what
kind of game you're playing,

but it's over. Where's the cooler?

I dumped it. I've kind of been running

for my life here,
and it was slowing me down.

But I can take you to it.

You're lying.

There was another guy with you.
He must have it.

Okay, you got me, you got me.
But, look, he's long gone.

Sorry.

Stop! Stop!

Jimmy?

You can have the cooler.
Just let her go.

Just...

What are you doing here?

I'm not gonna leave you here to die.

You're ruining the plan.

It looked like you needed
a little bit of help.

Okay, I have this under control.

- This is under control?
- Yes.

Shut the hell up!

We got the liver.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Now!

Jimmy.

What the hell were you thinking?

I told you.

I'm not going anywhere without you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Easy, easy.

Are you two all right?

Nick, I've been better.

Looks like we're too late.

No.

That liver came from the carcass
of a dead deer.

Thank God none of these guys
had a medical degree.

Where's the real liver at?

It's back at the cabin on ice.
If we hurry,

we can get it to the hospital
in time for the transplant.

Damn. Could've been me
out there with Jimmy.

Sorry you missed out on all the action?

Yep.

Like digging a bullet
out of Jimmy's backside?

Never mind. I'm glad it was you.

Talked to DoJ.

Ana's transplant was successful.

Well, that's gonna make Jimmy happy.

And she can testify against Newhope.

One of the guys you took down
admitted to killing Murphy.

All under Newhope's orders.

He's going away for a long time.

Case closed.

- Shall we call it a night?
- Let's do it.

Knight?

You guys go ahead.

Um, I got some stuff
I need to take care of.

Have a good long rest.

You deserve it, Mr. Murphy.

Ah, Agent Knight.

Good to see you here, Ducky.

Ah, you as well.

Oh, I must congratulate you
on your surgical skills.

Dr. Palmer's wound will heal nicely.

Glad to know I didn't scar him for life.

Has Jimmy left already?

Dr. Mallard,
did you rearrange all my supplies?

If by "rearrange,"

you mean put them
on the right shelf, then yes.

Okay, now that is a matter

of opin...

Jess. Hey.

Hey.

The transplant operation went well.

Thought you'd like to know.

Thanks.

I must say...

today has been a nice change

from my duties as historian,

but now...

...it is time for me to return

to my sanctuary.

So I bid you...

good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, Doctor.

I just wanted to say thank you.

For coming back for me.

Oh, yeah, any-anytime.

Anytime.

Hey, Jess, uh, um...

for what it's worth...

...whatever's going on
in that mystical brain of yours,

I just want to say...

...you'll never catch a wave

if you're afraid
to get on the surfboard.

Or... boogie board.

And despite everything,

I'm glad we got to spend
some time together today.

Mm-hmm.

Feel like I got to know you better.

Me, too.

Mr. Hermetically Sealed PBJ.

Uh, I should get home

- to Victoria, yeah.
- I got a dinner with, uh, Kasie.

So there's this new coffee shop
a couple of blocks from here.

- Oh, yeah?
- I don't know if you know,

but I'm kind of a connoisseur.

And I've been dying
to try their Elvis Presso.

Want to check it out?

Let me check my calendar.