Ask a higher power
why bad things happen to good people.
I'm pretty sure you'd come up empty.
What I can tell you is that I've spent
far too much time resenting you.
Hating you.
Dreaming of you lying in a pool of your own blood.
And this time
I'd be the one pulling the trigger.
So I run home for lunch to try and save
my extremely temperamental orchids,
and suddenly I get the feeling that I'm-I'm being watched.
And so I look up and there she is,
right above my greenhouse, this ruby-throated hummingbird
in all her amazingly minuscule glory.
Oh, it is amazing.
It's an amazing shot you got, too.
Almost as amazing as these bad boys right here.
Mmm, nothing better than afternoon pastries.
What did you say you call this again?
Uh, Italian, sfogliatelle.
Uh, not quite on a par with Veniero's
in, uh, Manhattan, but they're pretty close.
Hey, guys. Oh, cool hummingbird. Right?
Jimmy, you got to try this. I could use one.
If you like those, you're gonna love tomorrow.
I found a deli that makes the best Peruvian picarones.
Jimmy, you okay?
What? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, fine.
Yeah, just fine?
Yeah, man, I know that look. What's up?
It's-it's nothing, really, it's just...
HR turned down my request for an assistant.
You know, Kasie, too. It's-it's not a big deal.
But didn't Kasie try out two new assistants last week?
She did. Neither one of them worked out,
which is why I'm thinking maybe HR got cold feet?
All right, hold on, that's got to be a mistake.
Yeah, after all, Ducky had you for years.
You've had no one. Exactly.
You guys need some help.
I shouldn't have even brought it up.
It's just, it's been so long since I had a partner.
Then let's bring it up with Vance.
Right now, like you and me?
We can all go, if it helps.
It's not like we're busy around here.
Oh, no. Oh, come on, man, don't say that out loud.
What? What? It's true. It's a quiet day.
It's an all-too-rare quiet day.
Yeah, don't jinx it. Okay, okay, fine, whatever.
Come on, Jimmy.
Let's go before I, uh, I jinx us
into the crime of the century, huh?
I see.
And how did that happen?
Well, we're not sure... Huh.
Yeah, uh, I understand, kind of.
Um... so just get it figured out
and get back to me.
Okay, thanks.
Am I in trouble? Can we get Ms. Hines in here?
She's off today, she's at the forensics convention
in Georgetown. Is she in trouble?
No one's in trouble, Dr. Palmer.
I was just hoping not to have to explain this more than once.
Explain what? I'm not entirely certain myself,
but apparently due to a glitch in our payroll system,
the two assistants that Ms. Hines tried out last week
were somehow issued severance packages.
For one day's work?
As I said, glitch in the system.
A glitch that's gonna cost Jimmy the assistant that he needs?
Again, Agent Parker, it's not a need.
It's really, it's okay. No, it's not okay, Jimmy.
You and Kasie bust your butts down there.
I'm sure the director sees that, too.
It's just a temporary situation.
We have a body on Route 60 in Fairfax.
Yeah, which the team will definitely blame me for causing.
We can discuss this with Ms. Hines tomorrow, Doctor.
Got it, Director, thanks.
Ooh, sfogliatelle. Love it.
Yes, sir.
Hey, no skid marks on the highway from the truck.
But a fresh set where a second vehicle stopped.
Truck was likely ambushed.
Guy never saw it coming.
Based on the location of the wound,
I'd say he was dead before he hit the stump.
All right, our victim is Ensign Clyde Sims, 27.
According to the Norfolk office, he was assigned to transport
classified cargo to a secure facility in Reston.
Cargo's not secure anymore.
Must've been pretty valuable.
It was.
Three crates of black market opioids,
seized at sea by a Navy patrol boat,
with an estimated street value of...
Anyone? Half a million?
Three. Million?
Looks like our killer left a few pills
on the way out.
A lot of money for something so small.
So small yet so much trouble.
McGEE: It's got a logo on it.
What is it, an "M"?
McGEE: Maybe a "W"?
Or a three? I don't know, Parker.
What do you think this looks like?
Agent Parker?
Parker!
What the hell was that?
I don't know, but it can't be good.
Parker's still not in?
What, would you expect him to be?
Well, he has to turn up eventually.
I mean, no one just disappears all night
without returning a phone call.
I went by his house last night and this morning.
It's like he dropped off the face of the Earth.
"Dropped"? It's more like he ran.
Right after we found those.
McGEE: Leaving us to figure it out.
Yeah, starting with, are those Ms
or Es or threes?
It's a "W." Turns out
these bootlegs were quite popular ten years ago.
Where'd they come from?
Well, that's what I'm trying to figure out.
That's why I came here early.
Yeah, let me give you a hint.
The "W" is for Wills. Clayton Wills.
Where you been? Never mind that. Just tell me
we have some leads, or do I have to do everything
around here? Hey, what happened?
No Peruvian picarones?
Hey, you think I'm joking?!
Whoa.
I think you need to take a step back.
Parker, take it easy.
Yeah, just tell us what's going on.
No, you tell me. When I'm done with Vance,
I want a full update on our dead ensign,
the hijacked truck, and anything
you can find on Clayton Wills.
With a "W"!
Vance is not up there.
Where the hell is he?
Really, Director?
Severance packages for one day?
That's correct, Ms. Hines, but as I told Dr. Palmer yesterday,
until HR can fix the glitch,
there won't be any new hires for a while.
We've made it this far without assistants, I'm sure we...
Seriously? Are you really still
going on about lab assistants, Jimmy, or can I borrow
the director for something a little more pressing?
I actually...
Civil tones, Parker.
I'll be civil. I just need a few minutes,
and it can't wait.
Outside.
Wait, hold on, hold on, what about him? Anything?
Well, cause of death... I know cause of death!
I saw it with my own eyes. I'm not talking about him.
I'm talking about the bullet.
Anything on the bullet?
It's still running through ballistics.
And I'm still pulling other bullets
from the truck down in the evidence garage.
Well, isn't the evidence garage
where you should be right now?!
Parker!
Hey, first of all, cool your damn jets.
My jets are right where they need to be, okay?
Look, this guy that we're after...
What guy? And where have you been?
Trying to get in to see a guy named Clayton Wills,
but his lawyer insists that I need to go through
proper channels, which apparently means I need you,
Leon, in MTAC.
Ah, proper channels. That's how it works, doesn't it?
With protocols that don't include
you running out on your team.
I didn't run out!
Okay.
I get it, I lost it.
Lost it or still losing it?
Look, I have my reasons.
Which I'd be happy to explain on the way.
But, uh, this creep's lawyer
is expecting our call, so shall we?
Clayton Wills.
Founder and CEO of WillsNet,
"a crowd-funded start-up tech venture,
bringing you the latest in cutting-edge computer hardware."
I know this company.
Delilah's got one of their, uh, all-in-one chargers.
What's a computer geek have to do with bootleg opioids?
Well, it says it right here in his bio.
He created WillsNet after serving time in prison.
"Which is why WillsNet is proud to employ
"parolees to help start over
and lead more productive lives."
I'll bet a box of picarones that Parker was the one
who put this guy away. We working down there or not?!
Keep digging! You got it.
Jefe.
Who is that lunatic up there?
And what has he done with Parker? Well, obviously,
this Clayton Wills guy brings out the worst in him.
The worst? That guy up there is someone we don't even know.
Gentlemen, I can assure you both that Mr. Wills
has left his unfortunate past far behind him.
We understand that, Ms. Haswell.
If you did, Director,
this call would not be necessary.
My client paid his debt to society
and now dedicates his life to helping
former inmates like himself.
She's got her lines down cold.
People love a good redemption story, Agent Parker.
It's become a hallmark for our company.
Made us a darling in the tech world.
It's a hell of a cover, I'll give you that.
Parker.
Let's avoid any unnecessary legal action
for harassment, shall we?
When do I get to see your boss?
I can't guarantee a time.
But in good faith, I'll happily advise Mr. Wills
to cooperate in any way that he can.
Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it.
Good talk.
Gentlemen.
Really? We got the call you wanted, threw it away?
I want Wills himself,
not his well-paid spokesperson.
Well, good luck getting it now.
It's not a good time, Jer.
I'm right in the middle of s...
What?
Here?
Okay, have 'em take you
to the evidence garage, I'll meet you there.
Stop.
Who was that? A friend, Leon.
Like you.
Thanks. Hey!
You want to thank me?
Take a breath.
Last bullet looks just like the others.
Five rounds total.
Ballistics give you anything?
I was saving my report for Parker,
but, you know, I'm happy to practice.
Has anyone seen Dr. Jekyll today?
Uh, we are going with Hurricane Hyde.
Oh, yeah, no kidding.
What happened to him?
Uh, take a number.
Bullets?
...30-caliber with striations
that suggest it was fired from a very old gun.
Like, World War II era.
Easy to score at gun shows but hard to trace.
And we know the Hurricane is gonna want a drug report, too.
And I will be ready for him.
These Ws are just cheap oxycodone knockoffs
relying on grains of fentanyl for strength.
So, between killing our ensign and stealing
fentanyl-laced pills...
These guys are easy to hate.
Ooh, brace yourselves.
Oh.
Hi. Evidence garage?
Oh, this is it. Can we help you?
I just hung up with Agent Parker.
Supposed to meet him down here.
Oh, then he'll be here.
Um, I'm Agent Knight, and you are...?
Jeremy Brighton?
Yes. Hey. Do I know you?
Hi. Uh, no, no.
But my wife and I are, like, huge fans
of your books and-and your podcast.
Wow. Thank you so much, Agent...?
Uh, Tim. McGee.
But just, you know, Tim's good.
Online parenting coach for wheelchair users.
It works miracles with the twins.
Ah, twins. Double the fun.
And how do you know Parker?
He was my last partner at the Bureau.
You were FBI? Retired.
And if you're his current team,
you should know he was really
singing your praises last night.
Last night he was with you?
Oh, I couldn't get him out of my house.
Park's a dog with a bone when it comes to Clayton Wills.
You're one to talk.
I'm not obsessed, pal.
You worked that case together?
My last case, yep.
They're family. You can say it.
It's the case that put me in this chair.
Wills started out as just a cocky street dealer,
before his "W" brand
started flooding the Northeast.
Pharma opioids are bad enough.
A cheap alternative's hard to beat.
Yeah, which made his little empire faster
than we could keep up with. Made him more elusive, too.
We were after him for years before that last firefight
with his crew, when we finally took him down, however briefly.
Yeah, he only served four years.
Supposed to be 20, but that little weasel gave up
a bunch of his friends, got it down to six,
and then he walked on good behavior.
Explains why seeing those Ws again really set you off.
Well, I wouldn't say that it exactly "set me off."
Oh, that's affirmative on "set off," yeah.
It kind of did. Okay.
Okay, but it makes me want to prove
more than ever that Wills's new "company"?
It's nothing but a front.
Yeah, but it's not.
I mean, fronts usually don't
produce an actual product.
And I do seem to recall some bad guys
successfully managing to reinvent
themselves as good guys. Not this guy.
Oh, um... you are Delilah's
absolute favorite author, and she would kill me
if I didn't get a quick selfie with you.
Do you mind? Oh... I'd be honored.
Nice. I'll take it.
Heck, bring the family for dinner sometime. Josie loves
entertaining, my son's a bit older than your twins,
but he loves little kids.
Almost as much as he loves his godfather.
Oh.
Godfather?
Well...
Eli's a good boy.
Director, yes, sir?
Is Parker with you?
Yes. How is he?
Uh, he is, uh, better actually.
Good. I just got a call from the lawyer.
Clayton Wills is awaiting a visit from both of you.
What, he's asking for me?
No, I am, and I'm not asking.
Hold a tight leash, McGee.
Clayton Wills is waiting for us.
Remember, Park.
You don't need a grudge, you need evidence.
Yeah, whatever. McGee, let's go.
Good luck, Tim.
Okay, Brighton, what's the deal?
Yeah, you're seem to be the Parker Whisperer.
What happened to the Parker that we know and love?
You mean the bird-watching, beer-making,
pastry-loving Parker?
Yeah. Wait.
"Beer-making"?
Before he started distracting himself with those...
delightful obsessions,
my old partner was just an impulsive,
foul-mouthed, hot-headed son of a bitch.
What changed him? Me getting shot.
Park had my six that night, or was supposed to.
So he feels responsible. Mm-hmm, which made him want to change
his ways, but being stuck at the Bureau made that impossible.
Joining you guys?
That allowed him to embrace these hobbies
and turn over a new leaf.
Hey!
Afraid I only have a few minutes here to talk.
Agent Parker and, uh...
Agent McGee, is it? Yeah.
Well, this should only take a few minutes, so...
First of all, I, uh,
let me say, I was absolutely mortified
when Rebecca told me about those copycat Ws out there.
Mimicking my trademark?
Former trademark, of course.
I have a new one now, as you can see.
'Cause you're a changed man.
I would hope we all are.
I've decided life's too short to hold animosity
against you and your old partner for, uh,
for rightly putting me away.
Hell, Parker, without you,
I-I wouldn't be here.
In fact...
please accept my best seller.
Hmm?
Just to show there's no hard feelings at all.
Still greasy after all these years.
McGee? Thank you.
But, uh, actually, I already have one.
My, uh, my wife loves the all-in-one features on this guy.
You know, the AllDone is
really gonna revolutionize the industry.
Did you say "Alden"?
Seriously? What? No.
The AllDone, as in a device
that does it all. AllDone. Get it?
Are you messing with me? "AllDone"?
"Alden"? You hear that, McGee?
Okay, maybe you should let me do the talking.
Hey, y-you know what, I just, I just thought of something.
A way to prove to you, Parker,
that we're on the same side here.
We're never gonna be on the same side.
Not even if I give you the name and location of my old supplier?
Benny knew my product inside and out.
If anyone is copying my "W," it'd be him.
Benny who? Do you have a last name?
Ah, well, we didn't do last names,
but if he's still operating out of his old place,
you'd better go in hot.
Benny works alone, but he, uh, he really likes his guns.
In fact, Parker, I think Benny may have been the one who, uh,
who paralyzed your buddy Brighton.
That was his name, right, Brighton?
You don't say his name.
Ever.
Sorry, I didn't mean to touch a nerve.
I just hope you're not blaming yourself or anything.
I mean, what happened to Brighton was so tragic,
and if he... Don't say his name! I will kill you!
Parker, Parker, come on! Come on... I will kill you.
You understand me? You understand me?! Parker, stop it.
Gentlemen!
It's time to go.
The location's surrounded by a bunch of boarded-up stores,
so if you have to shoot first,
there's no bystanders to worry about.
Hey, Parker, you don't have to get your hands dirty
on this one. Yeah, seriously.
If it's just one guy, we can handle him alone.
Over my dead body.
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
Nothing to fear on my end, Leon.
Not anymore.
You're benched.
What?!
No.
Yes. After hearing from Wills's lawyer,
what do you expect? I only wish I'd done it sooner.
McGee? Wills got under your skin without even trying.
If Benny is our guy, we need him back alive.
And you think I can't do that?
I can keep my cool out there.
Better you keep it in here. So no shots fired, got it?
Got it, Director.
Don't worry, Parker.
We'll get him.
Can't say I blame him.
How can Parker not feel guilty?
Yeah, I get it, but...
But what?
But putting on the badge comes with risks.
We can't blame ourselves for everything that goes wrong.
Moving on is part of the job.
A part of the job that's not so easy
after you watch your partner get hit.
Especially when it was your job to watch his back.
Well, best thing we can do for Parker is, uh,
bring in this Benny guy.
I got your six in there.
Back at you.
Pickle store, really?
So much for Benny working alone.
And it looks like he's packing heat, too.
You know, it's possible they don't make pickles here.
Ah, that's too bad, 'cause who doesn't like a pickle?
Hey, uh, we're here to see, uh, Benny.
Yeah, we can just show ourselves in.
You have an appointment?
Oh, this'll only take a minute.
NCIS.
You guys got a warrant?
Of course we do, you sillypants.
Do you have a permit to carry that gun under that coat?
We should call for backup.
What's going on?
If we don't go in now,
we might lose him for good.
You can't come in here!
Who are you guys?
NCIS.
Drop your weapons!
What do I pay you for? Shoot!
Whoa-whoa-whoa! Please don't!
No, we can't, Benny. We'd hit Francis.
Francis, really? Fine, don't shoot.
But instead of standing there, take 'em out!
Okay.
Hey, just calm down now.
Now that we got those guys out of the way,
I'm sure we can talk this through.
I'm sure we can. So talk.
You name it, I can help out.
You supplying for Wills?
Clayton Wills?
Why would I be working for my competition?
Who the hell raids a pickle store?
Three years I've been there, not one customer.
So who tipped you, huh?
It was Clayton Wills.
Who also says you're the one
who shot that FBI agent years ago.
I wasn't even there that night!
You know what Clayton's doing, right?
Having you take out the competition.
Free of charge.
Oh, yeah, keep talking.
Yep, Wills ratted him out,
now hopefully
Benny will return the favor.
He better give us something.
As of now, we've got nothing on Wills.
Okay, look, there has to be something
I can do for you guys to help out. How about
you help yourself by giving us something good?
Like where Wills is getting these made?
I wish I could tell you.
I hated seeing those make a comeback.
Why, too much competition? They're so popular.
I was afraid they were gonna put me out of business.
That's why I put threes
on my pills, hoping people would mistake 'em for Ws.
So taking the Ws off the streets
would help your business? Help?
Hell yeah. It'd give me total market control.
And how far would you go to get "total market control"?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, you-you guys think I did that?
You're the only one here who's dreaming of an opioid monopoly.
You're also the only one with armed muscle
that can actually pull it off.
So why wouldn't we think that you did that?
Okay, I got it.
Something you can nail Wills with.
Okay, we're listening. Know why you were able
to take my guys out so easily?
Because my best enforcers left me a few months ago.
Oh, that's what it was.
Agree to disagree, but go on.
Manny and Omar, they left me to work for someone else
around the same time the Ws came back on the market.
So they've got to be working for Wills!
Does Manny and Omar have a last name?
Nobody's filling out W-2s for me.
But if you get them in here,
you show 'em that picture,
they'll turn on Wills in a heartbeat.
So how do we get them in here?
No idea.
All right.
Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, I mean,
I can set up a meeting.
It'll work, I swear.
Looks you'll be hosting a sting op.
The sooner, the better.
Oh.
Looks like Kasie's got something.
Well, maybe she can tell us why a successful businessman
decided to return to dealing drugs.
Their profits just don't add up.
Wills' lawyer sent me all the financials I requested,
wanting to show that Wills had nothing to hide.
And? Oh, he's got plenty to hide.
And he's very bad at hiding it.
In fact, his own lawyer even found a few red flags.
How red are we talking here?
Wills may have sold a lot of AllDones,
but after the initial sales surge, his profits plateaued,
and he found himself very deep in the red.
Wait, so he was losing money every month?
That's the thing, he wasn't.
His company has some other...
revenue stream keeping them afloat.
Where it's from, I can't say.
Got to be the drugs.
Just need to find a way to prove it.
Luckily, I have my best man
running chemical analysis.
Jimmy? Not yet.
Excuse me? I'm still working on the animations for the chart
I was gonna present. Just one minute.
Jimmy, you better give me those...
Behold.
Two sets of pills.
The Ws from the Navy seizure
and Benny's threes from the pickle store.
Now, as you can see from my animated chart...
...the two pills have two completely
different levels of fentanyl.
Thereby two...
distinct manufacturers.
One of whom is Clayton Wills?
Well, I can't tell for sure,
but I can tell you that
Benny did not make the Ws.
Which we already know. We do?
We do, yeah.
But, um, it's cool animation.
Thanks.
Oh, um, I don't know why you're both
looking for help around here.
You guys have been partners for years.
Hmm.
Well, the animation was a nice touch.
Didn't quite stick the landing, though.
Hey.
Help me down in Autopsy?
Mm-hmm.
I was hoping I wouldn't find you stewing down here.
First this son of a bitch
takes out you, now this poor kid. Whoa, pal.
I don't know if you can tell from where you're standing,
but I'm not dead. I'm living.
In fact, I love my life.
Last I checked, you're alive, too.
I guess. You guess?
Your team is just as you described.
A family that sees you as one of their own.
You're living, pal.
You just need to look around and see it.
You think I don't try?
I mean, this place has been great for me.
It's what I feel when I'm not here
that gets to me. I-I fill the silence
with everything I can. Birds, piano,
pastries! Well, you got 'em
roped in with the pastries, I got to say. Good move.
I'm burning alive, Jer, I mean, this...
this guilt, I can't shake it off, man.
All right, pal.
Let's get you out of here.
Maybe you need some rest.
Maybe this is how a person is supposed to feel
after they shoot their best friend in the back.
Maybe I just have to accept that
this is just who I am now.
You know I don't blame you for anything that night.
It was pure fog of war...
stuff, bullets in every direction.
Not your fault. Not my fault?
My bullet hit your spine.
And whether I was shooting at somebody else or not,
that's definitionally my fault.
Enough. You can tell yourself it wasn't.
And that might help you sleep at night,
but it's what keeps me up, pal.
Well, you and no one else.
Because what happened
that night stayed between you, me and our C.O.
We didn't need to lose two agents that night.
We're not doing this again. You're not going to console me
about your injury that I caused!
Well, then don't make me!
I mean, do you think
I like this?
Carrying your guilt on top of everything?
No. No, Jer.
I never meant to... Then what is it?
You want punishment? You want me to be angry with you?
Maybe.
I remember you saying
you kept the letter I wrote
next to your badge and gun at the Bureau.
I wasn't surprised to find it
in the same place here.
It's a reminder to keep levelheaded in the field
and what can happen if you don't.
I wrote this about, mm,
a month after what happened.
And I was thinking
now is the time to reread it.
Letter's still sealed, Park.
You never read it.
I'll read your damn letter.
Right after I take out Wills.
Wh-What the hell are you talking about?
What do you mean, "take out Wills"?
What's... Ensign Sims doing out?
C-Can I help you?
I'm fine, Jimmy. Nobody needs your help here.
Just mind your own business.
All due respect, Agent Parker,
that body is my business.
We were just leaving, Jimmy.
Yeah. Heading home.
I could go for a cold one. How about you?
I'm telling you, they're gonna show up any minute.
I think.
McGEE: You better hope so, Benny.
Yeah. We can't help you with sentencing
if you can't help us tonight.
These guys are almost two hours late.
No, no, no, listen.
I made them a pretty sweet offer.
They'll come. McGEE: Well, you got
another half hour, Benny.
So Parker's making beer and he hasn't shared any?
I was thinking the exact same thing.
I mean, it's not like we would drink it
in the squad room or anything.
I'm good with the pastries.
Ooh. Speak of the devil.
Where we at, McGee?
Parker, you know I'm not supposed
to be talking to you about this case
while you're still benched, right?
McGee, I'm not gonna get in the middle of anything.
I'm home watching the game.
I just want to know
if we're gonna nail this guy or not.
Well, I wish I had better news for you, but...
we don't have anything illegal on this guy yet.
We're waiting on two of Wills' guys,
but they haven't shown yet.
So it doesn't look good.
Parker?
Hello?
Our lead's down to six.
They better step it up on defense.
Eh, no worries.
They're a fourth-quarter team.
Hey, where are the beers?
Oh. You know, I just ran out.
I'll be right back, okay?
Don't lose the lead.
I'm telling you, we're wasting our time.
These guys are not coming.
All right, I'm calling it.
Let's head in.
Just give it ten more minutes.
Hello? Agent McGee, Jeremy Brighton.
Is Parker with you?
No, I thought he was with you.
Nope. He's gone.
I don't know where he is, but if I had to guess,
I'd say he's headed to Wills.
Damn it. Okay, um...
Thanks, Brighton. We'll find him.
Parker?
In the wind. We're done here.
Actually, I think we're just getting started.
Ah. Told you.
They might run late, but they got here eventually.
Those sure do look like World War II-era weapons.
Carried by the same two guys that tossed Parker and I
out of Wills' warehouse.
I'll take the alley, circle around back.
Manny. Omar.
How great to see you both again.
Glad I could pry you away from your new jobs.
How they treating you, huh?
You look good. I like that.
NCIS!
Weapons down!
Put it down!
On your knees!
Good?
All right!
You guys can help us out with this one.
Are those Ws or Ms?
What the hell took you guys so long?
You can't leave me hanging like this!
Manny, I need you in here packing. And, Omar,
get me, uh, some... Oh, you're really burning the midnight oil,
aren't you, Clayton?
You know, the courts won't like you, uh,
breaking and entering like this, Alden.
And your parole officer won't like you sitting there with, uh,
drugs and a gun either.
Nobody was watching the door.
You a little short-staffed?
It's hard to find good people to work with these days, isn't it?
No. I've actually had pretty good luck.
I assume this is how you keep your company afloat
during tough times?
No one in Silicon Valley would touch, uh, an ex-con.
First it was working out great.
I was the only, uh, stockholder.
But things change. You run into a couple of bad quarters,
there's no one there to bail you out, so...
So... here we are.
You and me.
You come here alone?
I did.
In that case... Hey.
If it's just the two of us,
let's be frank.
How can I help you, Alden, hmm?
What do you need?
So, is that-- is that it?
You want me to reach for the gun?
Hmm? So you can take me out?
Justified shooting?
Hmm?
Doesn't matter what I want.
I'm here to take you in.
But I will put you down without a second thought, so...
yeah, don't touch the gun.
Turn around!
On your knees!
Now!
Pl...
Please.
Please don't kill me.
What?
Are you actually begging?
Yeah, why not?
I'm-I'm not some evil genius.
I'm trash.
Okay? I get that.
Just-just please don't kill me.
I'm not gonna kill you.
Wh-Why'd you come to my, my office by yourself? Hmm?
Why are you here, Parker?
What do you want?
I want to end all this.
I want you to confess
to the killing of that Navy kid driving the truck.
Ensign Clyde Sims.
He doesn't need to confess, Parker.
His workers did it for him.
Wills ordered them to steal back the bootlegs
and leave no witnesses.
No getting out early this time.
So much for being benched.
Parker, we had this under control.
What did you come here to do tonight?
Just needed to be sure, McGee,
that he was taken away.
It's over now.
I'm good.
Turns out the lawyer
for WillsNet is taking over the company.
She was the only person who would give him money,
making her the sole investor who is not in jail.
Yeah, apparently she's a true believer in,
uh, helping parolees getting their lives back on track.
Nice. Good to hear.
I was gonna tell Delilah
that we're getting rid of the AllDones,
but, uh, if the company's really helping people,
then I feel pretty good about keeping 'em.
Let's go. It's quitting time.
Uh, not for me.
When Parker got benched, I took lead, so...
that leaves me with the after action report.
It'll only take me a couple hours, so you guys go ahead.
Um, I will get started on the sting details.
Yeah, and send me everything you got on, uh... on Wills so far.
You got it.
Yeah, good as new. Almost.
Thanks, Jimmy.
I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier.
You didn't deserve that.
No worries.
Thanks for saying that, though.
I understand.
No one should be judged by their worst days.
Ah.
Okay, Dr. Palmer.
All of your body-cutting sharp things
are officially sterilized,
which leaves me officially done
for the day as your assistant.
Which, I got to say, feels pretty good.
Thanks, Kase.
All right. Well...
you two have a good night.
Turn the lights out when you leave.
"No one should be judged by their worst days."
I like that.
Jimmy's always coming up with stuff like that.
He's good.
But how about you?
How you doing, pal? Feeling any better?
I don't know.
I always thought of that creep
as some kind of criminal mastermind.
So I'd be certain that when I took him down, I'd feel better.
But instead
nothing's changed.
Want to know what I think? Would it
stop you if I didn't?
I think you're stuck, pal.
And I don't think arresting
anyone is gonna change that for you.
If anything, I feel worse.
Oh, come on.
Not that letter again.
I get that you weren't ready before...
And what if I'm still not? Well, then, too bad.
Just read it. Out loud.
I'm not gonna read your letter out loud.
You know what it says.
You heard it already.
You don't need to hear it. But you do.
Then you read it. Which one of us
has the wheelchair?
I forget.
Think I like playing that card?
I do not.
But I've already dealt with that night.
You haven't.
Okay.
"Parker."
"Ask a higher power
"why bad things happen to good people,
"I'm pretty sure you'd come up empty.
"What I can tell you is that I've spent far too much time
"resenting you.
Hating you..."
Give me that.
Out loud.
All right.
"...far too much time resenting you. Hating you.
Dreaming of you lying in a pool of your own blood."
Very good.
"And this time I'd be the one pulling the trigger.
"But that was yesterday.
Today I'm choosing to..."
"Today I'm choosing to move forward.
"It's normal to be consumed and frozen by fear and trauma.
"I was in that place,
and I know you're there right now."
"But you need to remember you're not alone in this."
Oh. Thank you.
"You have a partner."
"You'll always have a partner in me."
"I got your six.
I'll do my part."
"And I need you to do yours. So...
first, know this..."
"I forgive you."
Keep going.
"I know
"you've heard that from me before,
"but I want you to read this every day
"until you're able to move on.
"It won't happen overnight, but you...
you have to start somewhere, so..."
"I absolve you, pal.
"And now it's your turn.
So say it."
"Say it to yourself.
I forgive you."
I forgive you.
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