Okay.
Little bit of shading, and we have a nose.
What about the eyes?
I want to say they're... Hazel... ish?
Again, this is black and white.
Right.
All right, so... What about the eyes?
Well, are they far apart, are they deep set?
Almond-shaped?
I don't know.
Kind of... Half-moons?
Great.
Any expression?
Bright, innocent.
Full of hope.
Hope.
Hopeful.
Maybe... Soulful? Sure.
Soulful.
Like an old soul.
One hopeful old soul coming right up.
You're a regular renaissance man, Jimmy.
Takes a special talent to, sketch an actual person
from such a vague description, you know?
No, you're not being vague at all.
And let's wait to see the finished product
before you go singing my praises.
At the very least,
I appreciate you taking the time.
Well, if it helps crack the case, why wouldn't I?
Did I say that this was case-related?
No.
I guess you didn't.
Who is this?
Just a... It's just an old friend.
An old friend?
With an old soul.
I mean, it can't be... Can't be that old.
I might be way off here.
Can I at least get a peek?
Yeah, sure, sure, I mean, keep in mind it's...
It's pretty rough, but...
Wow.
Wow as in "not even close wow"?
No, like very close.
Like...
You nailed it, Jimmy.
Hey. Hey.
Not too close, Nicky boy.
Man, come on.
Can't have you scratching my baby.
Good morning to you, too, Sawyer.
Every morning is good for the night crew.
Got me a nice hot chocolate for the road.
Heading home to my nice warm bed
while you a-teamers face another long day.
Wait a minute.
That's yours?
Did you not hear me call it my baby?
It's pretty sweet?
But how?
Where'd you get it?
From the badass truck store.
I mean how did you swing it?
I'm pretty sure we both have about the same salary.
What can I say?
I'm obviously better with money than you.
Really?
Yeah, some of us
know how to get the most out of our paychecks.
For example, I would never overpay for things
like your scooter there.
Scooter?
Ciao, baby!
Ciao, baby.
Good old Sawyer?
What's good about him?
The usual macchiato, agent torres?
Not today, Audrey.
Somehow today
feels like a black coffee kind of day.
Why do you let Sawyer
get under your skin like that?
Like what? Nobody gets under my skin.
Least of all that dude.
You know, I asked Sawyer about his truck last week.
Told me his that grandmother died, left him money.
That's a pretty nice parting gift from grandma. Yep.
Why couldn't he just tell me that?
Because you're his perfect Nemesis. Yeah.
Granted, he busts everybody's chops, but with you,
he has got a reliable frenemy
that he can torture every chance he gets.
Let me guess. We're talking Sawyer?
How do you know? He's your perfect Nemesis.
Yeah, that's exactly what I just said.
All right, you both are wrong.
I mean nothing to Sawyer
and Sawyer means nothing to me.
That'll be $6.50.
For black coffee? And a hot chocolate.
Agent Sawyer
forgot his wallet and said you'd cover him.
Yeah.
That sounds like nothing.
Dead Navy lieutenant in Fairfax.
I got 'em both, Audrey.
Keep it.
Thank you.
Well, obviously, this poor guy had a Nemesis, too.
Rest assured that Sawyer would never kill you, Nick.
Too much fun keeping you alive.
Fun? I'll give him some fun.
Let it go, Nick. McGee?
Prints confirm his ID.
Lieutenant Robert mozey, 33 years old.
Naval intelligence officer from suit land.
He's sporting a pretty nasty blunt-force wound here.
So we're thinking classic "mugging gone wrong"?
Based on what?
Based on no watch, no wallet.
Most likely got hit on the street and then
stumbled his way back here.
Yeah, or maybe he was killed somewhere else and dumped
in here to make it look like a mugging.
Can we get a ruling, Dr. Palmer?
I am going with team killed elsewhere on this one.
Hey. Ooh.
Nemesis knows.
Traitor. Well, it's not because of
the body positioning. It's because of these
bites here.
What the hell did that?
Very large dog?
More like a wolf. More like an alligator.
Yeah, right.
You're serious?
Yeah, based on the conical tooth
shaping of these puncture wounds, I'd say
this was an alligator.
Definitely not a lot of alligators in this part of town.
So more than likely, he was,
you know, killed somewhere else and dumped here.
I rest my case.
Question is who dumped him?
Wild guess.
Somebody with an alligator.
Thank you.
It is official
that there is no missing alligator from the national zoo.
Well, based on the size of the individual bite marks,
it was a big one.
And judging by the bite radius,
it was more of, a nip than a chomp.
This was no boating accident!
Jaws?
No?
Once you teed up "bite radius,"
I had to hit it.
Either way, it wasn't the gator's
bite that killed him?
No, that was definitely
the crush injury to the squamosal suture.
Most likely with a small club or a Blackjack.
Kasie will be able to identify the weapon
after she's done running his blood for cocaine.
Cocaine?
We found this in mozey's back pocket.
That would explain my call with his C.O.
What'd he say?
She called him a great intel officer
who had recently become a bit of a flake.
Requesting lost time, calling in sick.
Coke habit will do that to you. Also found
this henna tattoo on his wrist.
McGee's running the database now.
Looks like a qr code.
It's actually a ticket.
Ticket to what?
Last night's excessfest.
It's a private, invitation-only party.
What's with the coordinates?
Got a fancy party, you can't just go
giving away its address.
It's a good guess.
Coordinates lead to a warehouse
just outside Georgetown.
I'm down to check it out. Me too.
Me three.
Aw, damn.
That's right.
Listen, you guys mind going without me?
Why, what's up? I forgot I got a video call with my dad.
He's away on a trip in Vegas with his seniors group.
Ooh, viva Las Vegas. Yeah, not quite.
He's been a little more forgetful lately,
so I feel compelled to check in on him when he's traveling.
Yeah, of course, you know, family first.
Yeah, Nick and I can, hit the warehouse.
I'll check in with kasie.
All right, I appreciate it.
"Bite radius."
"This was no boating accident."
Jaws. I...
That's good.
That is good.
I still don't get Vegas. I know, dad.
They let these idiots gamble away their pensions.
I'll be at the buffet.
Well, least it's a good buffet?
Good enough. Anyway, how's work?
What's in the folder?
This?
Yeah.
It's not work, really.
It's actually something I-I wanted
to show you, maybe.
Maybe?
You're the one who wanted this video call,
so what do you got?
Okay, well... I asked you once
if you remembered a girl we may have known named Lily.
You asked me more than once.
Yeah, and it never rang any bells,
so I was wondering if
maybe a visual would help.
So that's her, that's your Lily?
Yeah, it looks like.
What do you think?
Nope. Still no bells.
And you think there might be someone else
who might have known her, like...
Like your mother?
Is that what all this Lily stuff is
just another ploy to get me to talk about her?
Well, would that be so bad?
I mean, at this point, dad,
I'll take answers on either subject.
And you think I got them? I told you about the dream
I had on the ship.
Mom and this girl were in it.
Now, if there's any connection, I was hoping that maybe
you could fill in some blanks, you know
I've told you I don't want to talk about your mother.
Yeah, well, maybe what you want should take
a back seat to what I need.
I mean, you can blather on about every subject except
actually the one that might matter to me?
If I could, I would.
I blocked out those years.
And what little I do remember,
you're better off not knowing, believe me.
Let me be the judge of that.
I can't, aldie, I... Can't or won't?
I got to go. I...
How do I hang this stupid thing up?
Wait, wait, dad, j...
This has to be the place.
Well, at least it used to be.
Let me guess. Your niece and nephews
lost their phones last night.
I got about ten of 'em back there.
No nieces or nephews, just some questions.
You're the man in charge here?
Of the clean-up, yeah.
They throw these ragers to help a bunch
of pampered rich kids feel more edgy.
Then they hire my crew for the cleanup after them.
Who's "they," exactly? Some more pampered rich kids.
Look, I can give you their screen names,
but that's about all I know about 'em.
I'm assuming this is where you kept the alligator?
Yeah, till some crazy kid let it loose.
Heard some guy got bit.
Well, that's the guy. Does he look familiar?
No, not to me.
But I steer clear of the actual party.
But why would a grown-ass Navy man
be at a free-for-all like this?
Well, that's what we're here to find out.
I don't see any security cams.
And you won't here. These kids hate 'em.
No cameras, no paparazzi.
But somehow they still plaster themselves
all over social media.
Hashtag what... "excessfest"? That or "gator bash."
You look that up, you'll find all the highlights
and low lights you're looking for.
Looks more like mardi gras.
Yeah, meets the circus.
Is there a difference?
No mardi gras I've been to
featured a woman trapezing herself
over a live alligator.
You must have hit the wrong bars.
How's your dad, by the way?
He's... he's great.
Yeah, really, he's great.
Back up one photo.
You see our guy? There.
Upper-right corner.
Yeah, there he is, lieutenant mozey.
Wearing the same clothing we found the body in.
Who's he with?
Miss Hollywood, maybe.
She knows mozey.
Hang on. There's a few more shots
from different angles.
What is he doing?
Taking the coke vial that Jimmy found in his pocket.
Little drug deal caught on camera. McGee, you got
a better shot of who's handing it off?
Wait a minute. Hold on, hold on.
Is that... Sawyer?
Sure looks like him.
What is he doing there?
More importantly, what the hell
is he doing peddling coke? Even more importantly,
maybe this is how he really paid for his truck?
Just saying.
You gonna tell me why I'm here?
Well, for starters, what kind of a man
lies about their grandmother dying?
We checked, Sawyer.
She's alive and well in homer, New York.
That's my father's mother.
My mom's mother really did pass away.
Five years ago.
We checked on that, too.
And only now you're buying a truck?
Okay. I think we're getting a little off-topic here.
We checked the key card log, Sawyer.
And you didn't show up for work
until 2:00 A.M. last night. So?
I took some lost time.
For a personal matter.
Agents do it all the time.
What's the big deal?
"What's the big deal"?
That's the big deal.
Ooh, man.
Okay.
That looks bad?
Dealing coke is worse than bad.
But you know me, torres.
Look, we may kid around with the fake insults.
Fake? But you know that I would never deal drugs.
Especially after the way
I lost my sister. Then what are you doing in the photo?
At this party? I've been moonlighting, okay?
As private security for a rich family.
Last night, I was assigned to babysit
their daughter at that freak show.
Babysit? Yeah, family wants to keep her out of trouble,
so I took that coke
off some creep that was trying to sell it to her.
That's me handing it off to my partner.
Look, that's the daughter, shayna Reynolds.
That's my buddy mozey.
Navy intel guy.
He's who got me the gig. Yeah, the gig
that paid for your truck?
Okay, fine, there's no dead grandma.
You happy? Was this photo
taken before or after your buddy was bit by the alligator?
Would you believe that shayna's the one
that actually released the damn thing?
She fancies herself a champion for animal rights
or some...
Whoa, wait.
How did you know that he got bit?
Mozey's dead.
What? Which is why it is important for you tell us
when you last saw him. No, how-how could he be dead?
I just... I mean, we left right after.
I came to work and he... Mozey took the girl home.
Wait, wait, he even texted me.
No, here it is, right here.
"Bird's in the nest.
I'm off to the er for stitches."
That was 3:15 last night.
We need to talk to shayna.
Yeah, you and me both.
No, you're gonna be busy talking
to Vance about keeping your job.
And there's no time like the present.
Director, I know that
moonlighting is frowned upon, but...
It's more than frowned upon, agent Sawyer.
It's a violation of policy.
And it's a threat to the integrity of your fellow agents.
That was never my intention, sir.
I was just trying to grab some extra cash,
but I understand if you need to...
Suspend me or... Suspend you?
No.
Since you know the players,
you will continue under a letter of caution,
and you will conduct yourself like a rookie on probation
while you assist these agents with the case.
Is that understood?
Understood, sir.
Man, you got off easy.
Yeah, but I just can't believe mozey's dead.
Yeah, I know, right?
You ready to get back to work?
Probie?
No less than a thousand shares, Harvey.
I... Let me call you back. I... Have visitors.
Gentlemen?
NCIS.
Ms. Reynolds, we,
went to your house looking for your daughter
and your staff sent us here.
No, what did shayna do now?
Braden, I need you.
My chief of security.
I'll want him to hear this.
No, not this guy.
What is it, ma'am? Everything okay?
Well, you tell me. I ask you
to keep shayna out of trouble,
and here's NCIS looking for her.
I-I'm sure she's in no trouble.
I put my two best people on her.
Well, unfortunately, one of your best people
was found dead this morning.
What? Who?
Well, not him. He's okay.
You mean mozey?
But how?
You.
You were with him.
You're... seaver, is it?
Sawyer.
Hold on a minute.
You mean to tell me that you assigned
a man you barely know to protect my daughter?
No. He came highly recommended.
And in all fairness, I've only been
part-time for a few weeks...
Hey, forget that. If-if your man is dead,
my daughter could be kidnapped. No, ma'am,
the last text I got from mozey
told me that he got her home safely.
So let's all just take a deep breath.
All right? And maybe try calling her?
Well, I can try, but she never answers for me.
Girl just drives me crazy.
Better hope she's okay.
No.
Straight to voicemail.
And there's my call from Zurich.
God, why does she do this to me?
Well, we can locate her phone
at our office if you send us her number.
Okay, give them the damn number.
And then go find my daughter, all-all of you.
Go, go.
Go!
Here's shayna's number and mine.
I demand coordinated efforts on this.
You will be first to know.
Mozey brought you in to watch his back,
Sawyer, you know that. I know
too well, believe me.
Maybe don't talk to a federal agent that way.
He's no federal agent to me, pal.
Not while he's on Kate's payroll.
Remember, complete transparency.
You keep me in the loop. Absolutely.
One hundred percent.
We will call you, okay?
Never want to see that guy again.
You moonlight for that clown?
He's a little nicer when his men aren't killed.
And thanks, torres, but I'm a big boy.
I don't need you sticking up for me.
I wasn't sticking up for you, probie.
I was sticking up for all of us.
Why did this girl need to be watched?
I mean, her mother immediately assumed she was in trouble.
Well, apparently, she got in a lot when she was a teenager.
But now, in her 20s, she seems okay.
Yeah, when she's not releasing alligators.
The boys are stuck in traffic,
but McGee tried pinging shayna's cell
from his laptop, and no dice.
No hits on her bolo, either.
Maybe she didn't actually make it home.
Apparently, it's not exactly a love-fest
between her and the mother.
Imagine that. Family friction.
Speaking of... Your dad's great?
I knew you wouldn't buy that.
Hey, kase.
Yeah. On our way.
To be continued?
Well, Jess, only to say that if you ever have questions
for your folks, be sure to ask before they're too old
to remember or too cranky to care.
What's the good news, kase? I don't know how good it is,
but I might know where lieutenant mozey was
before he was killed.
- Sounds like a good start. - Okay.
Well, then, let's start with his muddy boots.
Now, mass spec found some microorganisms on there
that don't match the alleyway where mozey was found.
I am sensing a "but" coming.
But the mud does contain
feces from a rare, endangered species
known as the mountain chorus frog.
Mountain chorus frog?
A name so nice, you'll say it twice. Now,
this cute little dickens is only found locally
in a swampy Maryland land reserve
that is owned by... wait for it
shayna's family. Ooh! I said wait.
Well, they're wealthy, and it was a guess.
It's a good guess. Yes, the Reynolds' company
owns all 3,500 acres of land, swamp and a cabin
that is close to a pond that is home to...
The mountain chorus frog.
Third time's the charm.
So mozey was likely at that cabin?
And likely not alone.
On a hunch, I checked shayna Reynolds' social media
and found this photo, which suggests that,
apparently, the cabin was her happy place.
Could shayna have killed mozey?
I don't know. But if torres,
McGee and Sawyer are still in traffic,
you think they'd mind a detour?
All right, you guys split up, circle around back,
I'll have the front.
The girl knows me. I'll take front.
We're calling the shots here, probie.
Hey, enough with the "probie" stuff.
Hey, I'll say when's it's enough, probie.
Okay, you know what? Hey, just knock it off,
all right? Go, go.
Shayna Reynolds?
Get away from me!
Drop it! Hey, drop it, drop it.
NCIS!
Sawyer?
What do you... What do you mean NCIS?
I-I thought you worked for me.
Not today, shayna.
Anyone else in there?
N-No. Just me.
Waiting for Bobby.
Mozey? Yes.
Have you heard from him?
Sawyer.
Talk to me. Where's Bobby?
He's dead, shayna.
No. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
We should call your mother.
What? Are you kidding me?
She'll be glad to know that you're alive.
No, no, no, you don't... You don't understand.
Understand what?
If mozey's dead,
t-that means they'll want me dead, too.
Who?
My family.
My mother.
I brought Bobby here after the party to treat his ankle,
but he got a text and had to run out.
Why here and not a hospital?
We had other reasons.
You two were sweet on each other.
I knew it.
I could always tell.
Sawyer?
Get her a water.
Who texted him? He didn't say.
I fell asleep soon after, only to have him wake me
with a call to my burner.
Burner phone.
Undercover lover's best friend.
I knew it.
What did he say, shayna? He was really triggered.
Told me to turn off my regular cell
and not answer the door until he got back.
And then he just hung up. You think it has
something to do with your family?
But why would they want mozey dead?
I've been trying to stop their company
from selling this land to a big condo developer.
And not just for sentimental reasons.
There's a pond nearby that's home to an endangered species.
Mountain chorus frog. Yeah.
You remember that? Yeah, Parker texted it to me.
Twice. Yes, the mountain chorus frog.
I set up a motion-sensor camera on the pond last weekend
and I got some really great footage. You can look.
Well, nice frogs, but are they
really worth killing over?
You tell me. Bobby was gonna run this video
up his chain of command in the Navy
along with an epa report I found,
to try and save the land from being developed.
Killing your family's deal. Yeah.
And to them, that's worth killing over, believe me.
It's why Bobby and I had to keep things on the dl.
I don't know.
Your mom seems like a tough lady,
but willing to kill people over a land deal?
No, much less her own daughter. My mother
answers to international shareholders
who don't give a damn about me, my family...
E-Excuse me.
If I may?
Probie.
I'm no family counselor,
but it sure sounds to me like a simple,
loving conversation with mom would fix everything.
Then you don't know her very well at all.
She's a malignant narcissist
who will say anything to get her way.
You don't understand how serious the danger is.
Thank you, agents.
And thank god she's all right.
Her and that silly cabin... I should have known.
Ms. Reynolds, you should also know
that your daughter told our agents about
certain... Differences of opinion
between the two of you.
No need to sugarcoat it.
Shayna has been at war with me,
and herself, periodically
since she was a teenager.
She went from honor student
to years of rebellion, and she's still constantly
in search of herself.
Starting a rock band one day and saving the whales the next.
Whales and now frogs.
Those damn frogs.
Shayna finally seemed like she was maturing,
until she heard about our land deal.
But as you can see,
the development site is nowhere near her precious pond.
Nor the cabin.
There's a third of a mile between them.
You know, i-I'm not a perfect mother,
but I do so want shayna to realize that
it's love and family that's forever.
Dad, what's up? You okay? Come in.
I caught a red-eye.
Vegas wasn't for me.
But I did win 50 bucks off one of those airport slots.
Great.
But did you come all the way here just to tell me that?
Come on. Sit-sit down.
Talk to me. What is it?
Nothing, I... I just got to thinking.
Didn't get much sleep on the... On the flight.
Well, look, that's my fault.
I'm-I'm sorry for pushing you...
No, no, no, no, you had e-every right.
And.
I'm ready, I guess, to-to talk.
You sure?
Hell no.
I'm not sure, but... I just didn't see what good
it would do for you and your sister to
to know the truth.
The truth?
About how... Your mom really died.
Well, you always said it was a stroke
a few years after she ran out on us.
You were sad, but...
Not as traumatized as you would have been
over what really happened.
Okay. So, what really happened?
Your mom came home drunk one day,
dragging you behind her.
Said you'd been visiting friends.
What friends?
If you don't know, damned if I do.
I had the feeling she'd been stepping out on me,
but the... at the time, I was a lot madder
about her driving drunk with our kid.
You.
I don't have any memory of that at all.
Well, consider it a blessing.
And we fought like crazy.
Got real ugly.
Until she drove off in a rage, with me hollering
that if she left, to never come back.
Last words she'd ever hear me say.
Sorry, dad.
Hour or so later, sheriff came to the door.
Drove me a few towns over to...
Find your mom's car wrapped around a tree.
By the look of it, he figured...
She was killed instantly.
Where exactly was this crash?
Off route 9.
Around deer field.
We moved so much with all my Navy transfers
that there was no funeral.
I only wanted to protect you kids from...
From the shame of it all.
And now I... and now... I know I.
I did it too well.
You did fine, dad. It's okay.
Hey, get to work. I got to go. No. No, no, no.
It's okay. It's-it's... No, take the call, aldie.
I, I'm going home to get some shut-eye.
Take it.
Yeah.
Good morning to you, too. You sleep in?
No. No, just... What's up?
McGee found something on the video
that he took from shayna yesterday.
There's a full hour of it and it shows a lot more
than just frogs. Yeah, something
she definitely would have mentioned had she seen it.
And what was that?
Sure looks to us like somebody dumping a body in the frog pond.
If lieutenant mozey saw this,
it might have been what got him killed.
All right, I'm on my way.
Torres and Sawyer still at the cabin?
They were our first call. They're headed to the pond now.
This is a really nice truck. Yeah, thanks.
I-I love it.
You bought it for him.
What?
Nothing, he's kidding.
So, what are we looking for, exactly?
We'll know it when we see it.
Okay, well, the-the dock's over there and then
the motion-sensor camera is over there.
Guess I was too focused on the frogs
to notice anything else.
Yeah, we figured.
Why don't you, wait in the truck?
We'll go check out the dock.
You sure?
Yeah, good idea.
Just do me a favor
and try not to spill your coffee.
It's match a.
Okay, well, same.
Okay.
This is about where the body was dumped from.
It's probably only four or five feet deep,
but good luck seeing through that pea soup.
Yeah, which is what our body dumper was counting on.
You're gonna have to feel around.
Whoa. What... me?
Like, actually get in?
Well, you have any better ideas?
Yeah. Call in the dive team. If there's a body,
they'll find it. There's no time for that.
Well, then, let's at least rock paper scissors for it.
No, I already won, probie.
Yeah, I see what this is.
Do you want off probation or not, Sawyer?
What, at your discretion?
Is that how you treat friends? What friends?
I'm no friend.
I'm your perfect Nemesis.
My what?
Look, i-I'm trying to help you out here, okay?
I don't even know why.
Unless you want to go back to,
taking orders from that rich lady, you need to hop in.
Okay, say what you will about that lady,
but look again at my badass truck.
That gig pays like crazy
and I could hook you up, no problem. All right, I'm gonna call Vance.
Okay, okay, I'll get in.
Man, it's freezing.
Yeah, don't step on any frogs.
You just be quiet, okay?
Nemesis.
You're my Nemesis all right. You just wait and see.
Just quit bitching and go deeper.
Go deeper and feel around with your feet.
I feel nothing but slimy mud up to my ankles down here.
Whoa, whoa.
What is it? I don't know.
I feel something.
Solid, kind of plastic.
I got my foot under it.
You think you can lift it? Yeah, just hang on. I think I...
Man! Man... Whoa. You're good, you're good, you're good.
Come on, get it over here. Lift it up.
Lift it up.
Hey, you're okay, man.
Sawyer.
Good job.
Hopefully, kasie or McGee will, get an ID
before Jimmy even gets here.
That poor woman.
How could I not see what was
right under my nose? I'm so stupid,
so useless, so... Hey, hey. No, you're not.
Yes. Yes, I am. I mean, I'm so focused on finding myself
and some higher meaning, I don't even see
what's in front of my face, I mean...
Well, that's what your 20s are for.
It's nothing to beat yourself up about.
Well, I... Hate to agree with him,
but, he's right.
We all did it, searched for, for our true calling.
Find a reason to be.
Some of us are still doing it.
Watched pot never boils.
Neither does facial recognition.
Are you sure we didn't wake you this morning?
You sounded different.
Fresh off a follow-up with my dad.
Like no talk we ever had before.
Literally.
And?
And... Be careful what you wish for.
Kase, hey. You get any hits?
I'm not having much luck.
You are my good luck, McGee.
You got a hit? Who's our victim?
Okay. Clara Braden,
46, lives in towson, Maryland.
Does that mean anything to anyone? Not to me.
Wait a second. Braden? Yeah, she's a paralegal.
Married, no kids. Married to who?
The husband's name is Peter Braden.
Pete. Who's Pete?
Kate Reynolds' head of security. Let's go.
Kasie? Yes, I will call torres and Sawyer.
Jimmy should be at the cabin by now.
All right, kasie, thank you for update.
That poor woman.
I-I can't believe it.
I-I met her at the Christmas party last year.
But Pete always seemed so nice.
You know, for someone basically in charge of stalking me.
Nice to you, maybe.
It's called "kissing up and kicking down."
I am gonna need some help
getting her body back to my Van.
Sawyer?
Right. Hey, no, no. You know what, Jimmy,
the probie's had enough for today.
Not quite, Nemesis.
I still got to earn my way back, right?
One, two, three.
Put her down.
Now!
Hands in the air.
Okay. Take it easy, Pete.
Toss your guns. This way.
Now.
Pete, why? What are you doing?
Shut up! You spoiled brat.
If it wasn't for your stupid frog camera,
we wouldn't be here.
So much for him being nice to you.
I may be spoiled, but at least I'm not a wife killer.
She came at me first. It was an accident.
So she accidentally fell into your Blackjack? Yeah, like the one
you used on mozey? Once he showed me that video,
I had no choice.
And now...
And now what?
Can't kill all of us.
Not if I don't have help.
Sawyer.
I'll double your pay.
Triple it.
Triple?
Really?
Sawyer.
Now you remember my name, Nemesis boy.
No more probie?
You'll always be a probie in my book.
Go, go, go, go.
How's your jaw?
You enjoyed that, didn't you?
Yeah, kind of.
Pete? What's your plan?
What's your plan? I've got you pinned down.
Not the other way around.
Aw, he's right.
If you cover me, I can get behind your truck.
No, no, no, please, not my truck.
Seriously?
Okay, okay, but you cover me and I'll go.
If my baby's going down, then
I'll be right behind you.
Go.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Yeah, he's hit.
Son of a bitch.
That's no way to talk to a federal agent.
Sorry about your truck.
No, you're not. Braden's
mercenary training likely made him think
he could get away with anything.
Yeah, apparently, he and his wife's messy divorce
got a whole lot messier.
Can't believe I actually trusted someone like that
to be the head of our security.
Well, if there's any silver lining,
at least you get another chance
to mend fences with your daughter.
After so many missed opportunities,
I won't let this one go by, I can promise you that.
Neither will I.
Baby, I'm just so glad you're okay.
I'm so sorry, mom, gosh, I'm so, so sorry.
Ms. Reynolds, if there's nothing else...
Thank you, agents.
Thank you so much.
Thank you, Nick.
Dale.
Dale?
Anytime.
And I'm sorry about mozey.
Yeah, me too.
Sorry about your truck.
Me too.
But it was worth it.
Wait. One more thing.
Thank you for saving my girl.
Just doing our jobs.
Well, if either of you are interested
in another job, I'll be needing a new head of security.
Don't hesitate to call.
Will do, ma'am.
Really? Will do?
I was being polite.
Sawyer, listen, that talk we had
at the cabin about finding,
you know, your higher purpose, your true calling.
Yeah, what about it? Well, you said something about...
About some of us still looking.
Yeah.
Look, if you meant that, take the job, man.
But to me,
there's no higher calling than what we do.
And
well, you do it pretty well.
Right back at you, my Nemesis.
Good call, probie.
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