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Two months ago, Barrett-Dunne dispatched Jimmy to shore up security at a palladium mine they own and operate in Pretoria, South Africa.

dispatch ”hŒ­‚ˇ‚é shore up ‹­‰ť‚ˇ‚é

Neal?

I've never been near that mine.

No, could you highlight the finer points of palladium, please?

finer points of ‚ĚÚ×‚đ

Oh, yeah. Sure. Palladium is used in cellphones, computers, auto parts. It's also 20 times the value of silver and not a bad name for a London theater.

Jimmy was sent there by a man known to Isabelle as Striker.

She met him once, briefly, but didn't get his real name.

Apparently this Striker was bragging about securing contracts in India and China. We've requested Barrett-Dunnefs employee files and photos.

But they're not cooperating -- Surprise, surprise.

In Isabelle's last conversation with him, Jimmy believed the company was keeping a close watch.

keep a close watch ’ˆÓ[‚­ŠÄŽ‹‚ˇ‚é

Monitoring his personal calls, his outgoing mail.

Explains the microdot. That was the only way he had to get information out.

Speaking of microdots -- Jones?

This is what our technicians extracted.

extract ’Šo‚ˇ‚é

It's a schematic of the palladium mine.

schematic }‰đ‚Ě

Yep. And this is a schematic of the same mine filed with the Department of Mineral Resources six days ago.

Notice anything different?

There's an entire annex that isn't on the official map.

If Jimmy's pointing us there...

Then someone at Barrett-Dunne, possibly Striker, is going to great lengths to stop him.

go great lengths ‚Ç‚ń‚Č‚ą‚Ć‚Ĺ‚ŕ‚ˇ‚é

Our best chance at finding Jimmy is to figure out what Striker's up to.

I want a team looking into the mine. Jones, dig up what we can on Barrett-Dunne. We need an in.

Anything I can do?

Stay close.

What's going on?

Our patience may have paid off. D.C. Art Crimes uncovered a new Cezanne in a Baltimore storage vault.

pay off —˜‰v‚𐜂Ţ

Does it match either of the Cezannes on the u-boat manifest?

No word yet. Either way, I want to see it myself. Kramer is sending over photos.

This is our first potential hit off the list.

Mm. If you wait long enough, your thief will make a mistake.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Staying close.

Good. All right.

For what it's worth, I'm really sorry about Sara. She has an infectious joie de vivre. And she looks terrific in pant suits.

For what it's worth ‚ą‚ń‚Č‚ą‚ĆŒž‚Á‚Ä‚ŕŒř‰Ę‚ ‚é‚Š‚í‚Š‚ç‚Č‚˘‚Ş infectious ‚¤‚‚č‚₡‚˘ joie de vivre ś‚Ť‚éŠě‚Ń

Promise me you'll never speak at my funeral.

You were gonna have to cut ties with her eventually. Our days here are numbered. Providing we find a way to start selling off the art without alerting the feds.

Yeah, speaking of, Peter and Diana are up to something.

Feds? Up to something? Quelle surprise.

Yeah, two closed-door meetings in as many days? I videotaped their conversation.

Ah, gutsy.

Mm, well, desperate times. Can you tell what they're saying?

Oh, something paid off.

Wait.

The Suit says, new Cezanne.

You sure?

Or possibly Rue McClanahan. I'd go with new Cezanne.

go with ‘I‚Ô

We've got a pair of Cezannes in our stash.

Bridge Over a Pond and The Mount of Saint Victoria.

Not good, Moz.

Peter's still looking into the art from the u-boat?

Yeah, he's not one to give up.

I thought he handed the investigation over to D.C. Art Crimes.

He may have handed over the partial manifest, but he wouldn't let go of the investigation.

Think you can find out what he's up to?

I'll do what I can.

Last week, the manager of the palladium mine reached out to a local reporter. She wanted to talk about something illegal going on there.

reach out ÚG‚ˇ‚é

Only before the manager could talk, she was killed.

Smells to me like a cover-up.

cover-up ‰B‚Ř‚˘

Jones, if Jimmy's involved in murder --

Peter, he's not. I mean, he sent me that postcard to expose the truth, not to cover it up. Trust me, Jimmy is on the right side of things.

Only one way to make sure.

We need to find our elusive Striker.

elusive ‚Ć‚ç‚Ś‚Ç‚ą‚ë‚Č‚˘

He may not be as elusive as we thought. Take a look at this.

Barrett-Dunnefs hosting a reception tomorrow.

Open to invited guests and all active and retired military personnel. There's a good chance Striker will be there.

Good. Isabelle's seen him, so she can make the I.D. And as former military, you can go.

Okay. So, you, uh, you want me to ask Isabelle to the reception?

If -- Unless it's a problem, given your history with her.

O-okay, guys, look. Isabelle and I met my last year at Annapolis. Stayed together through law school. I chose the FBI. She chose Jimmy. Anything else we got to clear up?

No, I'm good, I'm good. Neal, Diana, you're good?

About C.J. Is that a special pet name only she calls you, or can we call you that?

Neal.

You asked if I was good.

It was rhetorical.

rhetorical ”üŽŤ—í‹ĺ

I want to ask him. Okay, apparently, I'm good.

He's good. Any questions?

No, no, not at all. Teaming up with my ex-fiancee to confront a dangerous man to find her missing husband -- Should be fun.

Peter, I'm in.

Good. You have eyes on Isabelle?

Sweet lord almighty.

almighty ‘S”\‚̐_

I'll take that as an affirmative.

affirmative Ž^Ź

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Jones. Wow. I haven't seen you in dress whites since...

Lieutenant ‘ĺˆŃ

Your wedding. It's been a while. You okay doing this?

If you're okay, I'm okay.

Yeah, I'm -- I'm okay.

The commander coming in -- That's him. That's Striker.

Excuse me. The commander -- Who is he?

Henry van Horn, C.O.O. of Barrett-Dunne.

Thank you.

Peter, you get that?

Yeah. I'm having Diana run the name.

Looks like he has a couple of bruises on his neck, as well.

bruise ‚ ‚´

You think he's the guy who attacked you?

We're about to find out, aren't we?

Afternoon, commander.

Lieutenant.

Have we met?

I don't believe we have.

Ah, Clinton Jones, FBI. How you doing? I'm looking for Jimmy Wilson. Don't have any idea where he is, do you?

Why don't you ask his wife?

He already did.

Isabelle. Your husband abandoned his post. And by the looks of things, you're not far off from abandoning your husband.

Jimmy wouldn't have disappeared without a reason.

Jimmy has a nasty habit of getting in over his head. Tell me I'm wrong. If you'll excuse me.

nasty Žż‚ĚˆŤ‚˘ get in over one's head [‚Ý‚É‚Í‚Ü‚é

What'd you find out?

Son of a bitch owes me a flat-screen.

You're sure it was Jimmy? Then find him. He could blow the whole thing.

What's going on, Jones?

Van Horn's leaving this party, and fast.

Jimmy! FBI! We need to talk.

You can't protect me. No one can.

Jimmy, don't... Jimmy, don't run, don't run. Jimmy!

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