NCIS (2003–…): Season 20, Episode 11 - Bridges - full transcript

Tony!

I know you're here!

You snively little runt!

I know you're in
there, you bastard!

Be a man and face me!

What the hell, Sheila?

Hey!

Would you calm down?

Get out here, Kaytlynn with a K

and two Ys and two Ns.

Give me a break.
What are you doing?

Hey.

Grande salted caramel
Americano, right?

Okay.

Uh, look, it's...
it's not you,

all right? It's me.

Okay? It's all me. I-I...

I just want more from life.

What more can the
barista give you...

Extra foam? Well, she

actually pays attention enough

to know when I need that!

You have more needs
than a toddler.

A toddler? Only a toddler
runs around like a Tasmanian...

You know what, that's it.

I'm done with the therapy.

I'm done with the
self-help seminars.

And I'm done with you.
What are you doing?

What are you do... Sh-Sheila,
no, no, no, no! Hey, hey.

Be careful, that...

that's not a toy.

I don't really care.

Oh!

Who's down for a coffee break?

Yes, please. I could
use a caffeine kick

to get me through my
cleaning checklist today.

Well, don't strain
yourself because you have

a date night coming
up, if I recall.

Furymovie.

What do you think
if I get three?

Three tickets?

Is someone joining
us on our date night?

Well, maybe we could
bring Victoria along.

I mean, didn't you say how
she's been looking forward

to the next Codenamemovie?

Oh, that is so sweet.

Yeah, but I already
got her a sitter.

Well, sitters have
cancellation policies.

It's just been so long since
Victoria got to have a tea party

with Sara, you know, I'd
hate to disappoint her.

Would you want to
ask Victoria first?

Um, Sara is an influencer who
hosts Wonder Woman tea parties

on TikTok. I mean, we
can't compete with that.

Wonder Woman?

Can I ditch date night
and go to that party?

Besides, I was kind of
looking forward to just

hanging out with you, you know?

I-I can go see the movie again
with Victoria another day.

Uh, it's Parker.
We have a body.

Guess that second coat of
steel polish will have to wait.

It's probably nothing.

It's just...

it almost felt like Jimmy
was feeling a little hesitant

about me spending
more time Victoria.

Or maybe Jimmy was feeling
hesitant about you.

Ever thought of that?

No, but thanks for sharing.

Hey, just one man's opinion.

Wait. Did he say something? No.

And yet you have an
opinion. Not really.

My mouth sometimes
just says stuff.

I've noticed.

Hey, but like you said,
it's probably nothing.

Damn.

Looks like a hurricane
came through here.

The victim put up
a hell of a fight.

Who is she?

Ensign Ashley Watts.

She's stationed in D.C.,
lives in Fairfax Village.

Why would she crash at a
sleazy motel just a few miles

- away from her home?
- Could be

what most people do
in a sleazy motel.

Dirty deeds they don't
want others knowing about.

Perimortem bruising suggests
manual strangulation,

and lividity tells us that she's
been here at least 12 hours.

An out-of-the-way
motel, a struggle

and a girl choked to death.

Classic crime of passion.

Which means we're
looking for a lover.

Or a spouse who wasn't
a fan of the lover.

All right, scour the
room for prints and DNA.

Find out who she was here with.

This place doesn't have
cameras or even a front desk.

Who booked the room?

I contacted the
online reservation hub

as soon as I arrived. Should
be hearing from them soon.

Well, that's them.

Well, we got two options
on that reservation.

Either Ensign Watts, or, uh,

the person she was
hooking up with.

What is it?

The room wasn't booked
by Watts or the person

she was meeting up with,
at least I hope not.

What's that supposed to mean?

The room was booked by you.

Me? Yeah, credit
card and reservation

are under the name Alden Parker.

Yeah. That's me.

So, you come here often, or...

Hey, hey, here's an idea.

Skip lunch today. I
need this done now.

Man, I'd
be pissed, too.

Really? Yeah,
identity theft is no joke.

All those credit cards to
cancel, passwords to reset.

What are
you talking about?

Just shoot me. Someone
cloned my credit card once.

Went on a shopping spree at
Bob's Big & Tall Formalwear.

Oh, come on! If
I'm ever in Cleveland

and I see a six-foot,
ten-inch dude

wearing a blue velvet
tuxedo, oh, oh, oh.

Well, at least somebody's happy.

Everything okay?

It is for my accountant.

I have to cancel my entire life
but he gets to charge overtime.

Well, maybe you can bill whoever
really booked that motel room.

What else have they
been up to with your identity?

Uh, besides framing
you for murder.

Kasie is digging into
my digital life now.

Luckily for me, I've got
an alibi about last night.

Sorry I couldn't
make it easy for you.

Speaking of not easy,

there wasn't a single
print in the room.

It's been wiped clean.

Yeah, presumably
by the killer.

As for the victim...

Hey, Parker, are
you sure you don't know her?

Never saw her before
in my life. Details.

Ensign Watts
was an accountant

with Naval Sea Systems Command.

They build and maintain
every ship in the fleet.

C.O. said she was a solid
officer, very by-the-book.

Well, she wasn't going by the
book at that hush-hush motel.

She was doing
something on the D.L.

Dig into her life and find
out who she was doing it with.

This isn't
happening.

Sorry for your loss.

Are-are you sure? Are-are
you sure it's Ashley?

Unfortunately, yeah.

She's downstairs when
you're ready to see her.

Oh, John. It's okay, sweetheart.

Or
we can just, um,

sit here and talk for a bit.

Yeah, let's go with that.

Was Ashley your only child?

Yes, but-but she didn't come
into our lives until she was 13.

I couldn't get pregnant.

We had tried for years, but...

it just didn't work.

When we finally
decided to adopt,

word came about this
teen in the system

that needed a foster home.

We just thought it was
gonna be temporary.

But, um... The moment

that Ashley walked
through that door...

she was the missing piece
that completed our family.

Not many people
would adopt a teen.

We finally became the
family we always wanted.

Can you think of anyone

who would have had
reason to harm Ashley?

Oh. Good Lord, no.

She was the sweetest
girl. Everyone loved her.

This place that
you-you found her...

It was, um,

a motel here in D.C.?

Yeah.

What was she doing at a
motel so close to home?

Maybe she was meeting
up with Travis?

Who's Travis?

Travis Jacobs. He
was a new... friend.

Ashley had roommates, and...

they may have just
wanted to be alone?

Any idea where
this Travis lives?

He's a few hours
away in Wilmington.

We met him once at brunch.

You don't think

that Travis has something
to do with this, do you?

I think that if Travis was
in that motel with Ashley...

Why haven't we heard from him?

Hey, can I get some
extra mayo with that?

Okay, great. Thanks.
See you in 20.

I'm suddenly in the mood
for a crab roll sandwich.

In the middle of an autopsy.

That is not at all
disgusting. No bites for you.

I will settle for an update
on Ensign Watts.Right.

Official cause of death

was forced compression
of the larynx,

which obstructed airflow
and led to asphyxiation.

Mm, that is a lot of words
to say "strangled to death."

Her last meal is actually the
reason why I'm hungry right now.

It was a crab roll using very
high-quality Maryland blue crab.

I am never eating again.

I'm around death all day. I take
inspiration where I can get it.

Anything else? And please,

not of the
stomach-churning variety.

Right. Her extensive
bruising would tell us

that she fought the good fight
until her last dying breath.

Her elbows, arms and knees

all show injuries

at precise contact points.

Oh, looks like me after a
martial arts sparring session.

Good eye. I think that our
victim probably had training...

Extensive training...
From the look of things.

But she was a bean counter.

Nowhere on her file
does it indicate

that she had any kind
of combat training.

Not my department.

Well, it is my department.

So thank you. I'm gonna
go update the team.

And I'm gonna go
enjoy my crab roll.

Was there anything
else you needed?

Mm. No, that's it.

And yet you're still here.

We're good, right? You and me?

Uh, you and me good how? I mean,

you know, like, you like
that... You-you and me?

Well, you and me as
in "us" you and me?

Yup. That. Well,
yeah, of course.

Why are you even
asking? Oh, it's...

You know, I'm just checking
in. It's a thing people do.

Well, I'm good if you
are.Great. I'm great.

Okay, um,

so I'm gonna stop being
awkward now and leave.

Hey.Oh.

Mm-hmm.Yeah.

So,

good news for me,
bad news for you.

How is my identity being
stolen good for you?

Because in dissecting your
digital life to find the thief,

I was able to update my
future blackmail file on you.

Next time I put
in for a vacation,

my dates best be approved.

I'll take that
under consideration.

So, the bad news is that you
have a blackmail file on me.

No. Your bad news is a complete
stranger apparently also knows

everything about you...
Driver's license number,

mom's maiden name,
your first pet.

How was my personal info hacked?

I mean, I'm hardened against
all the usual vectors.

- Rootkit malware?
- Please.

Decryption worm?
Forget about it.

That's because you
weren't hacked,

at least not in the
traditional way.

What is the non-traditional way?

Our perp played the
security questions angle.

You know, those
annoying questions

you get asked when you
forget your password?

I never forgot my
password, but just, uh,

go on. Our perp started by
making "lost password" claims

to your least secure
accounts first...

The Pastry of the Month Club,

Virginia Ornithology
Association.

Also some rants you dropped
on an old Sopranosblog?

I was working FBI
Organized Crime.

Those writers were trying
to make us into imbeciles.

Either way,

once the hacker got their
tentacles into your world,

they were able to piece together

your more important
log-ins and passwords.

Just by answering my
security questions?

Whoever did this knows very
personal things about you.

Yeah, personal
things from my past.

Which means maybe our hacker
issomeone from your past,

which brings me to
the bad, bad news.

You never said anything about
there being bad, bad news.

Oh, my bad.

So, in addition

to charging the
motel mini-bar to me,

the person who stole my
identity also used it

to access the DoD mainframe.

Wait, as in the...

Department of Defense, yes.

They get anything good? Yeah.
Files of Navy personnel.

They pulled background details
on hundreds of sailors.

Wow. More identities to steal?

I don't think so.
They dug around for a while,

but they were awfully interested

in one name in particular.

Ensign Watts. Who's dead now.

That's not a coincidence.
What about our victim's

new boyfriend, Travis
from Wilmington?

You mean her new boyfriend

that we can't locate
because there's no record

of a Travis Jacobs who
matches his description? Yeah.

If that isn't sketchy
enough, turns out

Travis, uh, magically
popped up in Watts' life

the very next day after

her file was accessed.

Well, that doesn't sound
like a coincidence, either.

Whoever this Travis
guy is disappeared.

Sounds like we got a ghost.

Well, then call
me a Ghostbuster,

'cause I got a hit
on our mystery man.

The restaurant where
Ashley and her parents

had brunch with
Travis at has cameras.

Well, the ghost is
doing a good job

playing the loving boyfriend.

All right, running
facial rec now.

Something about
this guy looks...

Okay, got a hit. Travis'
real name is Ryan Aaronson.

And, uh, big shocker...
He's got a record.

You got to be kidding me.

Parker, you know this guy?

No. But I know Ryan's mother.

He is the son

of Joy Aaronson,

but I know her as Joy Sullivan.

And who's Joy Sullivan?

She was...

my first love when
I was just a kid.

Unfortunately, your,
uh, first love's son

is now our prime murder suspect.

Joy Sullivan.
She sounds sweet.

"Sweet" is not how I
would describe Joy.

She was a force of nature.

Hey, Parker, seems
like you have a type.

She reminds me a lot of
your ex-wife. Vivian?

Yeah, we kind of assumed
that she was the one

you still carried the torch for.

Okay, so how did you mess
things up with this one?

Wait a minute. Why-why are
you assuming it was his fault?

Look at that face, that hair.

Of course Parker was
a heartbreaker.

Joy and I grew up
back in Philly.

We're talking
peas-in-a-pod, inseparable

until, uh...

her family moved
away junior year.

You didn't stay in touch?

Well, not for lack of trying.

I mean, I wrote...

wrote her every week for, um...

a long time,

and she never wrote me back.

Mm, Knight's right.
You did something.

Well, if I did, I
don't know what,

so I took the hint
and stopped writing.

Mm, but you never stopped
thinking about her.

Or cyberstalking her.

Come on. You pulled up

Joy's profile like, uh,
you had it on speed dial.

Sue me for wanting
an ambient awareness

of her life over the years.

Mm, were you aware that she
was divorced? Yes, I am aware.

And were you also aware that she
lives just outside of Maryland?

And why haven't you reached out?

Because every time

I thought I might... I just...

I chickened out.

Fate took her away,
so, why tempt fate?

Well, fate brought her
back into your orbit.

No, not fate. This kid

heard about me from Joy.
What do you know about him?

Well, it looks like
Ryan spent time in juvie,

followed by arrests

for forgery, wire fraud.

Mainly cheap,
money-making scams.

Yeah, toss
in identity theft,

and you have a classic con.

Looks like Ashley
was his next mark.

A mark that ended up dead.

I never imagined
if I saw her again,

I'd be breaking the news
that her son might be

a killer con man.

Knight, Torres, see
if you can find Ryan.

McGee.

With me.

Time to tempt fate.

Something wrong?

No. It just hit me is all.

It's been decades
since I've seen her.

You're nervous.

What? No, of course not.

Do you need me to
ring the bell for you?

No, I got it.

Okay. Go get 'em, tiger.

Been a long time, Joy.

Ooh.

You want some, too?

No, no, no, I'm good.

Ugh.

You had that coming to
you for 40 years, Park.

Ruined my life.

How exactly did I do
that? I loved my life

in Philly and I was ripped
away from it because of you.

Yeah, you definitely
did something.

More like what didn't he do.

Couldn't say no to trouble
if you paid him to.

Uh, as I recall,
you were attached

to my hip for most
of that trouble.

Exactly. My poor parents...

Couldn't have the
neighborhood bad boy

corrupt their daughter.

Cream, two sugars, if I recall?

Are you saying that
your parents moved away

because of me? Yeah, dummy.

What exactly did you think
would happen after what you did

at the St. Paddy's
Day celebration?

Mm. What did he do

at the St. Paddy's
Day celebration?

Uh, the details don't matter.

I would love to hear the
details. What matters is

that my parents
decided that night

that I couldn't be
around you anymore.

They knew they couldn't keep me
from you unless we left Philly.

Joy, look, I'm-I'm
sorry. I had no idea.

Well, if it's any consolation,
the lesson didn't stick,

because you were the
first in a long line

of men that I should
not have dated.

Well, speaking of, uh, men

that are trouble,
that's why we're here.

My deadbeat ex-husband...
Yeah, he's in prison.

I'll give you directions.

We're not here about him.

Oh, God. Ryan?

What did he do now?

He stole my identity.

Apparently, you were
talking about me,

and you told him enough that
he hacked into my, uh...

No offense, but

I haven't spoken about you to
anyone for the last 20 years.

Offense taken.

But somehow, your son

knows details that only a
small group of people knew.

Ryan doesn't come around
here much anymore,

but he did visit
a few weeks ago.

Needed to do laundry?

Uh, funnily enough, no. He
didn't ask for money, either.

Although I should have
realized something was up.

Take it you're
missing something?

Ryan took my letters.
The ones you wrote to me.

You kept them?

Yeah.

Why didn't you
ever write me back?

Because I was angry,

and I was hurt that you
didn't come back after me.

I didn't know you wanted me to.

You're such an idiot.

I know not writing back
was petty, but I was young.

And, you know, then the
rest of life happened.

Oh, your, uh... your son must
have used the information

in those letters to hijack
Agent Parker's identity.

Then used my DoD access
to target a Naval officer.

And that officer is now dead.

No way.

Ryan does not have a
violent bone in his body.

Joy, he took the letters.

He's clearly the one
that stole my identity.

I'm telling you, Ryan
is not smart enough

to pull that off alone. I...

What-Whatever's going
on, Todd is behind it.

That bastard.

Who's Todd?

He's my ex's partner.
He's a con man.

When my ex got pinched,

Todd set his sights on Ryan
as his replacement partner.

I told Ryan that
Todd was bad news,

but, hey, that kid... He
takes after his father.

Do you know where
we could find Todd?

He's got a pool hall in Hampden,
but he'll-he'll make you out

as feds as soon as you
walk through the door.

But he might talk to
you if I'm with you.

Uh, that's not
gonna happen, Joy.

You want another
punch to the gut?

Just try and keep me from

helping my kid.

Yeah, you were right.

Not exactly what I would
describe as "sweet."

Double or nothing, I can
sink that four-ball next.

What do you say, Father?

I wouldn't take that bet.

Not because the Bible says

the love of money is
the root of all evil,

but because he's setting you up.

Really, Joy? You
come in here dragging

a pair of cops behind
you? Uh, Mr. Mercer,

I'm Agent Parker, NCIS.
This is Agent McGee.

We've got some questions

that we want to ask you.
What did you get Ryan

mixed up in? Uh, we're the ones

conducting the interview here.

But we are here about
Ryan. What about him?

You dragged him into some con,
and you got a woman killed.

Okay. You might want
to muzzle that one.

I ain't seen Ryan in days,

and I don't know nothing
about no dead woman.

How dare you take advantage
of my son! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

This isn't good
cop, bad Joy, okay?

If you're done
with the theatrics,

I've got some work to do.

No, almost done.

One more question, but
it's not for you.Ah.

How much jail time

is this guy looking at?

Mandatory minimum, 30 years

without the
possibility of parole.

Nice try.

Identity theft caps
out at one year.

Who said anything
about identity theft?

Did he just incriminate
himself, Agent McGee?

I believe he did, Agent Parker.

I was talking about
first-degree felony murder,

which you're about
to be charged with

in about ten seconds.

Yeah, unless you can do
better than "I don't know."

Or we can just step away
and let Joy kick your ass.

But how did he get her to
hand over her passwords

for NAVSEA? How's it going?

Well, apparently,
Todd was pulling

the old CIA recruiter
con. My favorite.

I've done it twice.
How'd this one work?

Ryan convinced Ensign Watts

that he was recruiting
her for the CIA.

And once he had her believing
that, he tricked her

into giving him access to the
accounting system at NAVSEA.

And then it was
just a simple matter

of adding my pool hall
to their payroll ledger.

And you just sat back and cashed
the checks as they came in?

I was just trying to get my
piece of that government pork.

But I don't know
nothing about that.

Whatever happened there
is between Ryan and her.

You have any idea
where Ryan might be?

I haven't heard a word from him

- since he tried to shut
me down. - Wait.

Wait. What's that supposed mean?

Ryan wanted to call
things off. Why?

Because he didn't want to get
Ashley in trouble with the Navy.

Ryan broke the first
rule of the game...

Never fall for your mark.

And he was, what...
In love with Ashley?

Those were his exact words.

You know, maybe

she found out he played
her and things got ugly,

which wouldn't surprise me
at all. And why is that?

There was something
about that girl.

Something like what?

Ryan brought her around once
to play pool, and I can tell

from the moment I met
her she had an angle.

A con can tell when
someone's keeping secrets,

and she was keeping
something from Ryan.

Are we sure

this guy isn't just
trying to save his own ass

by pinning Ashley's
murder on Ryan?

He's got an alibi.

He was with his podiatrist
getting a corn removed

when Ashley was killed.

What do you think he meant
by, uh, Ashley having secrets?

I don't know, but I
don't trust a con man.

You cannot play the game
if you're not skilled

in reading human behavior.

Well, maybe we should
focus less on Ryan

and have a closer
look at Ashley.

Just spoke to her neighbor.

They saw her roughly eight
hours before she was killed.

Said she looked frazzled,
left in a hurry.

Eight hours?

- That's a lot of missing
time. - All right.

Let's track her phone,
see where she went.

Ah, don't bother. She
left it in her apartment.

I'd leave my eyeballs behind
before I left my phone.

Maybe she ditched it on
purpose, to drop off the grid.

Are you saying that Ashley isn't
just an innocent victim here?

I'm thinking we need
to know what happened

between her leaving home,
eating a delicious crab roll,

and then ending up dead.

Did Ryan mention anything
to his mother about Ashley?

Joy said she never met
her, though I could go see

if there's anything
she overlooked.

"Go see" as in,
like... house call?

An official NCIS interview.

Like, back at her
house? Tonight?

Well, I'm sure that she would
appreciate, uh, an update,

given the sensitive nature
of the investigation.

Right, and it's... You
know, what's better

than a face-to-face?

It's the proper thing to do.

Mm.

Park, uh, what are...

what are you doing? I know I
should have called first, but...

I just thought
I'd... check up,

see how you're doing. I'm fine.

Hey, Mom,

when'd you switch

to stupid deca...

What is he doing here?

Did you turn me in? I swear,

I didn't even know
he was coming.

Are you aiding and
abetting my suspect?

You mean my son. Relax. I
was still gonna call you.

What? Mom, I came
to you for help.

He's the only one
who can help you now.

She's right. If you had nothing

to do with Ashley's murder,
you need to talk to me.

Don't you dare break
your mother's heart.

Okay, Ryan, you know the drill.

You're gonna talk
to Agent Parker

and you're gonna do
what you're not good at.

You're gonna tell the truth.

Don't let this fall on his head,

Park.

He's saveable,
just like you were.

I swear on my mother's life,

I didn't kill Ashley.

I loved her.

You know, she was... the one.

That's why I tried to stop Todd.

But he went
behind your back

and pulled off the con anyway.

And as soon I found out,
I went straight to Ashley

and I told her everything.

You know, who I really was.

What I'd done.

Oh, I'm sure that
went over well.

You're wrong.

She forgave me.

You duped her half a dozen ways,

and she said, what...
"It's all good"?

It's the truth. She told me

that she loved me, too, and
she was gonna find a way

to make things right so
we could be together.

Make things right?
With who, the Navy?

That's what I thought at first.

She was gonna find some way to
undo what Todd did, but then,

uh, something felt...

off.

Off how? I'm not quite sure.

Because, suddenly, she went all
cloak-and-dagger and told me

to arrange the motel
room and to use an alias.

Aka mine.

When I got to the motel,

she was already...

I took off when I
saw her lying there.

That's all I know.

Look, you guys
have to believe me.

I loved her,

and she loved me, too.

I would never hurt Ashley.

Well, we would love
to believe you.

But the one thing
missing here is proof

that any of this is true.

Wait! Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I, uh... I-I still have the
voice mail that she left me.

What voice mail?

Text me the room code

and wait exactly ten
minutes for my call.

It's imperative you
don't call me back.

It's too dangerous.

I know you have questions,
but I'll answer them later.

I love you.

That sounds pretty
cloak-and-daggery to me.

She also sounds very scared.

Yeah, but who was she scared of?

And why would our Navy
officer use a burner phone

to leave messages?
Well, it looks

like Todd was right... Ashley
had some secrets of her own.

If we're gonna find her
killer, we need to know

what Ashley was doing
in those eight hours.

Knight, call Kasie and see
if she can pull anything else

from this voice mail, okay?

Parker, can I ask you
something real quick? Yeah.

Are you sure that
we don't already

have the killer in
our holding cell,

and that Ryan's mom
isn't just playing us?

You think Joy is trying to
throw us off Ryan's scent?

Well, it's been done before.

She's just protecting her kid.

I'm told that's what parents do.

Well, within reason, yeah.

Well, she's protecting him

because she's trusting
me to do the job.

We see this thing through,

even if it lands at
Ryan's feet, right?

Right.

Look,

I'm-I'm not saying that
Joy is some kind of saint,

but, back in the day,

she refused to turn her back
on me when everybody else did.

Her faith was the kick
in the ass I needed

to start turning my life around.

Even when her parents
moved her away,

I wasn't about to let her down.

Not then, not now.

Text me the room code

and wait exactly ten
minutes for my call.

It's imperative you
don't call me back...

Any updates on the voice
mail that Ashley left?

Uh, I am running it through
an audio scrubber right now.

It ought to enhance any
background noise that might

help us ID her location
when she left it.

This might take a minute. I can
call you when I have something.

Okay, girl, spill.

Has Jimmy mentioned
anything lately,

you know, about him and... me?

Um, why are you asking?

Something's up with Jimmy.

And I hate feeling like
I'm back in high school

worrying that my crush
isn't crushing back.

Oh! But I love picturing high
school Jess with butterflies.

Okay.

I wasn't even that high school
girl when I was in high school.

I didn't crush and I
didn't do butterflies

and I didn't, you know, put
notes in peoples' lockers.

So why are you suddenly twisting
yourself into knots over Jimmy?

Okay, let's not go that far.

I'm just saying, Jimmy had
a really weird reaction

when I suggested that we
invite Victoria to movie night.

Ooh, movie night? Yes, please.

What are we seeing?

Okay, Jimmy and I are gonna go
see the next Codename: Fury.

Yeah.

That movie goes way back.

And I think I know

what's up with
Jimmy.

Ooh.

It's the ambient
dialogue filter.

Looks like it pulled some
background audio from the call.

Call me back. It's
too dangerous.

Next stop
Shady Grove, end of the line.

I know you
have questions,

but I'll answer them later.

That's a Metro
train. It sounds like

Ashley was on the Red
Line when she called Ryan.

Heading out of the city
and into the boonies.

But what was she
doing way out there?

Ashley first boarded
the Red Line in D.C.,

then exited the Shady Grove
station and headed east on foot.

The last camera that
spotted her was just outside

of a restaurant called
Blue's Crab Shack.

Which boasts the best Maryland
blue crab roll in the city.

Which was also Ashley's last
meal, according to Jimmy.

I love me a good crab roll,

but, uh, after running
scared from her apartment,

then leaving that voice mail
to Ryan, it's hard to swallow

she went all the way out
there just for a crustacean.

The restaurant's

across the street from
a self-storage lot.

We did some
checking, and it turns out

Ashley has a unit there.

A unit that she visited mere
hours before she was murdered,

according to the logs
that we were sent.

Must be something pretty
important in that unit.

Torres, Knight, find out what.

So, what do we have in here?

This is all a bunch of crap.

Who knows what she
actually came here for.

Does this place feel
a little small to you?

The rental agreement says
it's 300 square feet.

Hey.

This stain looks like it's
coming from the other side.

It's hollow.

Hey, Knight?

What in the Assassin's Creed?

Whoa.

We have foreign currency here.

And I've got some passports.

I think we just
figured out why Ashley

forgave our con man for
lying about who he was.

She was lying to him, too.

Given everything
that we've collected

from Ashley's secret room,
she's got to be a spy, right?

Or some sort of
con artist herself.

That might explain the multiple
passports in multiple names.

But not the arsenal of
high-powered weapons.

Okay, spy it is, but
who is she working for?

And what was her mission?
Well, we know she lobbied hard

to get herself
assigned to NAVSEA.

It's a smart place for a
hostile power to have an asset.

And lots of intel on what
keeps our navy afloat.

Yeah, and imagine her surprise
when she was approached

by Ryan to join the CIA.

Oh, she would have
jumped at that chance.

Embed a spy
within the company.

That's the Holy Grail for a
foreign intelligence agency.

Except it was all a lie.

Talk about ironic.
A deceitful con man

targets a bona fide spy
trained in the art of deceit?

Yeah, but according to Ryan,
love conquered all for them.

A real life The Spy Who Loved
Me.If Ryan didn't kill Ashley,

I may have an idea who
did. Spies have handlers,

and handlers don't like it when
their spies get compromised.

Kind of a cardinal sin
for a secret agent.

Ashley was afraid
on that voice mail.

She knew that she and
Ryan were in danger.

So, whoever killed Ashley
might still be after Ryan.

That could be an
advantage for us.

Use him to flush them out.

Think he's up for it?

Look, I'll do it.

No, you won't!

Not a chance in hell are
you using my kid as bait

to catch some spy-killing
spy. Joy, if he helps us,

I can talk to the D.A.,
maybe he avoids prison.

Yeah, aside from
that... for once, Mom,

I'd kind of like to
do the right thing.

Though avoiding prison
does sound pretty good.

Joy, listen to me.

Listen to me. He's
saveable, okay?

This is how we save him.

Well, that's my
third cup of coffee.

Gonna have to pee soon.

Nobody forced you

to drink that many lattes.

I don't understand how

this handler dude is supposed
to just find me here.

We asked the Office
of Naval Intelligence

to flood the zone with chatter
that you're back in town.

If you have a target on your
back, the handler will find you.

Looks like Ashley's
parents found me first.

Which isn't very likely.

Hello, Travis. Or
is it Ryan now?

Unless those aren't actually
Ashley's parents. Let's move in.

Da.

Freeze!
NCIS! Hands up!

Up! Up!

Thumbs out.

Not exactly the
family next door.

Can't believe that
Ashley's adoptive parents

were Russian sleeper spies.

Oh, and that was
just their cover.

Looks like the three of
them popped up ten years ago

posing as typical Americans.

Ah. They confess
to her murder?

Well, with their op blown,
they're cooperating.

Safest place for them now
is an American supermax.

Sounds like a plotline
to a Codename: Furymovie.

Actually, uh,

I think that's something
that we should talk about.

It's not an easy thing
for me to bring up.

Oh, no. We're still on for
our date night, aren't we?

Well, I remember you mentioned

that those movies
were a family favorite

with you and
Victoria and Breena.

And I realized yesterday that
this is gonna be the first time

that you're seeing
one of those movies

without your wife.

Yeah. It's another bridge
to cross, you know?

I have crossed plenty by now.

Right.

Like your first
Thanksgiving without Breena.

And your first Christmas.

Each one of those
had to have hurt.

But there is one more
bridge for you to cross.

And I think that one's
gonna hurt the most.

It's, um...

It's me

being a part of your
daughter's life.

That's the last bridge.

A final symbol

that Breena is really gone.

And I think you feel like

you're saying goodbye
to her for good,

and I know that has to hurt.

And I don't want to push you.

I feel really bad for
having pushed you.

Jessica, stop,
stop. Just... stop.

Y-You have nothing to
apologize for, okay?

You're right.

This is something that
I have to do, and, um...

It's just really hard.

I, uh...

I really want to, um...

Come here.

Oh.

I know this must
be hard for you.

I've been there.

The love of my life
was a foreign agent

murdered by her own country.

I don't think you've been there.

No, not exactly.

But back in the day,

I was on the wrong
path, just like you.

Friends with all
the wrong people.

Price I paid was
losing your mother.

Look, Ryan, I'm just saying,

that, uh, if you keep
walking the path you're on,

today is just the appetizer.

You ain't close
to the bottom yet,

but you'll eventually get there.

Or...

you can take all that
skill as a con, crook,

hustler, swindler,

cheat...

and you can actually turn
it into something good.

How?

Come to work for the good guys.

I pulled some strings
with friends at the FBI

so you could serve your
probation with them.

You mean, uh,

like Leo in Catch
Me if You Can? Hey,

they've reformed lots
of criminals before.

It's not like I really
got a choice, do I?

You always got a choice.

All right.

Yeah, I got to ask one thing.

The way you wormed
into my accounts.

That info wasn't all
in those letters.

How much did your
mom talk about me?

You really want to know

all the embarrassing things
she told me about you?

You're right. Best to forget.

I'll tell you this.

When she did talk about it,

it always put a
smile on her face.

She's been lonely a
long time, you know?

Is that Philly butter cake?

Straight from VonRoenn
Bakery, all right?

You drove all the way to the
old neighborhood to get this?

Yeah, it's one of our favorites.

Thank you, Park.

Been jonesing for
this cake for years.

No.

Thank you for setting
Ryan straight.

Well, I just needed
a reformed bad boy

to show him how it's done.

You never thought
of having kids?

Children wasn't really in
the cards for me and my ex.

Sh... She just...

Ah.

Hard to explain.

I'll bet.

Vivian's a unique woman.

How do you know her name?
I know more than her name.

She paid me a visit once.
Right after your divorce.

Wha... What did she want?

She told me she wanted
to meet the woman

she was competing against
her entire marriage.

Oh. I... Hey.

Joy, I'm sorry. Viv is just...

She...

She's a unique woman.

She said that even though you
guys had your share of problems,

she always felt that

you were holding a
candle for someone else.

I guess she figured it was me.

She believed you
never got over me.

I did not.

Still have not.

Did you get over me?

Captioning sponsored by CBS

and TOYOTA.