All language subtitles for NCIS Origins s01e15 From the Ashes.eng

FRANKS: I ain't letting
this guy get away

with what he done to you.
Let it go.

We go to your guy at the FBI,

we ask him what the chatter is.

I just went to my guy.

For your thing, Mike.
FBI. Let us through.

FRANKS: They got a tip that
one of his victims saw him coming out

of a laundromat in Oceanside,
middle of the night.

I know I promised you that
I would stop going after him,

but I can't.

I can't be with you anymore.

[crying softly]

OLDER GIBBS:
Tish was staying in her uncle's guest room.

She kept her boxes packed.

She gave her clients
Tango's address

and cut their hair
in his kitchen.

She went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

She knew she couldn't stay
in that house forever.

But something
was holding her there.

Franks invented ways in his hed

for the two of them
to start over.

But he'd broken her trust.

And he knew things
could never be the same.

He went to the office
and worked the cases.

He went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

We didn't know
exactly why she left,

but we all knew she was gone.

We didn't talk about it, thoug,

'cause it was clear
he didn't want to.

They had things to remember
each other by.

But there were so many
other things that were gone.

It was like someone dying.

YOUNG TANGO:
Grandma's gone.

This is the start of us
remembering her.

Tish.

Grandma's still here
in her own way.

You know that, don't you?

Was it yesterday she died,

or the day before?

The days are all blurry
in my head.

You were a tiny thing
when you were born.

Very premature.

Uncle T...

What?

Sometimes you need
to hear a story again.

Your parents were
scared to name you

because they didn't know
if you'd survive.

But Grandma put an end
to that nonsense.

She named you Tishmal,

which means
"hummingbird..."

TANGO: ...in
Pay�mkawichum.

Hummingbirds are the
smallest birds in the world...

but they can carry
three times their body weight.

Pound for pound,

they're stronger than eagles.

Tishmal.

The days are all
blurry in my head.

Dresser's empty.

You can unpack,

stay as long as you need.

Thank you.

OLDER GIBBS:
She knew she couldn't stay in that house forever.

But something
was holding her there.

She didn't know how to fix it,

she didn't know
how to change it,

but something
was keeping the hummingbird

from flying away.
[sighs]

?

When they retreated,

they had set fire
to the oil wells.

There was so much smoke,
you couldn't see.

And the smell of the
oil was so strong,

you could taste it.

Like hot plastic.

Anyway, last week, I went
camping with the family.

My son wanted s'mores...

...so I made us a little fire.

And my son's sitting there,
looking up at me, you know,

"Aren't s'mores good,
Daddy?"

But all I can taste is oil.

And I'm lying to him.

"Yeah.

Tastes great."

People always think
that it's flashbacks or dreams.

Sometimes the worst is how
it hits you when you're awake.

Everyone's living
life, and...

you're just pretending
not to taste oil.

What do you think, Leroy?

Oh, uh...

I'm just here to listen.

Are you sure?

[pager beeping]

I got to go. Sorry.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey.

It's, uh, pretty gruesome,
so you know.

Victim was found burned
in her car last night.

The janitor from the
office building next door

saw the fire,
called it in.

We get an ID?

Took a while for the cops
to get their act together

and run the plates.

They're a match for
a missing person report

for a Sergeant Joan Lewis.

Worked in the MEF admin
building, 32 years old.

Franks said this place is pretty
close to your apartment.

He thought you'd beat us here.

I, uh, had a thing.

FRANKS:
And we're thinking, what?

Guy sets her on fire,
she can't get out of the car?

No. Fire was set postmortem,

I'm guessing
to get rid of evidence.

Atypical body position
is due to a cadaveric spasm.

You gonna tell me
what that is?

A rare type
of rigor mortis

that can happen when a person
dies under extreme duress.

It preserves the body
in its exact position

at the time of death.

If the fire didn't kill her,
then what did?

Trachea is severed.

Assailant
slit her throat.

She fought
like hell, though.

Tried to stop the blade
with her hand.

Looks like
she held it, even.

Your murder weapon

is a serrated knife.

No sign of it?

I searched the trunk.

Nothing in there
but a few blankets.

And this.

Looks like a gym bag, maybe.

It's burnt
to a crisp.

Looks like some clothes here.

Sweatpants?

She was unclothed
from the waist down.

And, uh, blood here.

Indications are...

she was raped.

What about her ID?

Her name is Joan Lewis.

I told you...
Her license, Dominguez.

Was it in the car
or did he take it?

Haven't seen it.

RANDY:
Everything in this bag's a melted mess.

Mike. A word?

What?

One in four women

are victims of rape.

Statistically speaking...

- In a parking garage?
- Mike...

One in four women are raped
in a parking garage

within ten miles of each other?

He takes their licenses, Doc.
This is him.

He did this.

The same son of a bitch
that hurt Tish.

You don't know that.

You need to keep your head.

She eatin'?

What?

She's staying with you,
ain't she?

You making sure she's eating?

Yeah.

Well, you focus on that.

I'll focus on this.

Okay, Dalton,
you're gonna see a big red barn

on your right.

That's Sunshine Lane,
that's where you hang a left.

DALTON [over radio]:
There is no barn.

Are you looking at a map?

Dalton,
I know what I'm talking about.

Look to your right,
there's a red barn.

There is no barn, Mary Jo.
Sunshine Lane?

Is that what you said?

There is no barn.

I need you to get me Noah Oakley
from the FBI on the line.

Give me a sec, somebody let
Dalton out of the basement.

Uh... that's your victim.

Mary Jo, where the hell am I?

I need Oakley on the line now.

He's FBI. Should be
in Wheeler's rolodex.

It's Wheeler's contact?

Should I let him know
you're calling the guy?

No.

Mary Jo, the hell'd you go?

Damn it, there is no barn,

Mary Jo. Are you hearing me?

Where the hell is Sunshine Lane?

[sighs]

[ringing]

Oakley.

OAKLEY [over phone]:
Agent Franks.

I'm shocked Wheeler
gave you my private line.

Usually, he's possessive.

Yeah, look, a case
came across my desk.

Heard through the grapevine you
might have something similar.

Oh, yeah?

Serial rapist.

Guy attacks women
getting into their cars.

One was in a parking garage.

That particular vic
was a Native girl.

Uh, name's...

..."Trish" something.

?

Tishmal Kw�'la.

Wheeler requested some info
on that a while back.

Couple times, actually.

Yeah, well, we got a girl
in a parking garage,

same area, sexually assaulted,
throat slit.

He killed her?

Upping the ante
is what I thought.

You mind sending me
what you got?

You know, we caught a break
on this thing last week.

We think we got the guy IDed.

We brought him in
for questioning.

Couple victims IDed him-
including Kw�'la-

but you know how it goes.

It's all "he said, she said."

We didn't have the evidence
to hold him.

Need you to send that over.

Yeah, I'll have my girl
fax over everything right now.

Do me a favor.

Find some evidence
on this prick, will you?

Guy's been a real thorn
in my side.

Yeah.

[sniffles]

[exhales]

RANDY:
Crime scene's wrapped up.

Car and everything inside
went to Woody.

I notified the victim's husband.

It was a tough one.

I gave him some space,
he'll be in to talk later.

Doc Tango's putting
the time of death

at around midnight last night.

LALA:
Mike. [sniffles]

You okay?

Guy who killed our victim...
[clears throat]

Somebody please tell me
her name again.

Joan Lewis.

The guy who killed Joan Lewis

attacked Tish

11 months ago
in a parking garage.

Now, she wouldn't want you
to know that about her,

but I am telling you,

and I hope
she'll forgive me for it.

I'm telling you...

...because I need you

to know everything...

...in order to help me
catch him.

You got stuff on him already.

Got new info since this, though.

FBI IDed him.

All we need is the evidence
to put him away.

Second thought,
give that to the boys.

I'll tell you what's in it.
Gear up, you're with me.

Mary Jo,
get Vera over here.

MARY JO:
You waiting on a fax?

If it doesn't come through,
you got to unplug it.

Get Vera.

I need this to be aboveboard.

FBI is sending over
everything they got.

I need you to run point on this

so no one can cry
"conflict of interest."

I'll be there
with you, but...

...I need you to do this for me.

Copy.

[machine whirring]

?

LALA:Let's bring him in
for questioning.

What?

He lives above the laundromat.

What laundromat?

Mary Jo, we'll be on radio.

Get this fax to Vera,
tell her that...

VERA:
Yo, Franks.

Next time you want
to talk to me,

just use your legs
and walk down the hall.

Read this, get the rest,
have my team update you.

[scoffs]

Is this something
I should know about,

or can I mind
my own business?

It's all right,
I understand this.

I mean, I'm shocked.

You're the one that did
that profile, right?

Franks asked you to?

Yeah.

But you didn't know
it was about Tish?

No, I mean, uh, the victims'
names were redacted.

I mean, I suspected, you know,
based on the description.

I just mean, I'm shocked

that Franks would tell
you two jokers.

[phone clatters]

That was Joan Lewis's husband.

He's on his way in.
VERA:Okay.

Don't throw us off, 'Roy.

We need to focus
on getting evidence

on... this guy.

Anthony Cook.

He's a self-employed handyman
by trade.

FBI describes him
as "even-keeled."

Did you happen to find a murder
weapon at the crime scene?

No.
Ah, I didn't think so.

You think he chucked it
on the way home? Possible,

but based on the profile,
I think it's more likely

he hid it in a creepy case
under his bed.

Profiling is that specific?

No, 'Roy,

I just meant the
guy likes trophies.

He collects his victims'
driver's licenses

as a form of control.

You know my first name
is Leroy, not Roy.

Yeah, it's a nickname.

Well, it's not, actually.

To me, it is.
[phone ringing]

Well, this profile
is kind of moot now

since we know who
the guy is, right?

This is Gibbs.
I swear to God, you two.

Thinking like this guy

is what is going
to lead us to evidence.

So, what do we know?

He targets a certain type.

Yeah, he targets, uh,
women that are alone,

uh, getting into
their parked cars.

I don't mean to throw us
off again, but that was Woody.

He found Joan Lewis's license
in her bag.

RANDY:
I thought all that stuff was melted.

GIBBS:
It was.

He sounded pretty proud
of himself.

Hmm.
All right, so,

he, uh, didn't need
to take the license,

no need to control her;

she was already dead.

All right, come on.

Guys, get into his head.

Think about where he lives,

think about who he is,

think about what he likes.

He likes to stalk his prey.

[door opens in distance]

[door closes]
Likes to look at what he covet.

He likes brunettes.

Typically,
hair past the shoulders.

Various ethnicities. Petite.

LALA:
He came willingly.

He thinks it's for
the same stuff

the FBI questioned him on.

Don't spook him.

Mr. Cook?

This is my partner,
Agent Franks.

Appreciate you coming in.
Not a problem.

VERA:
Think about what the victims are telling us.

Several of them noted
a burn scar on his neck.

How did he get it?
What does it mean to him?

What creates meaning
in the life of this man?

[car door closes]

[footsteps over monitor]

LALA:
Here we are.

Have a seat over there.

This chair needs leveling.

Well, you would know,
Mr. Handyman.

That's me. How about you?

Do you come here often?

All the time.

Randy and Vera just finished up
with Joan Lewis's husband.

Her car broke down last night.

They're looking
for the tow truck company

that picked her up.

[indistinct chatter over video]

You know if he has
any connection

to something like that?
Huh?

A tow truck?

Uh, no.

Dominguez is his type.

She's playing him.

Boss.

VERA: What does that look like?

COOK: I can tell.

Boss.

?

It's like a freight train
busting through your head,

looking at him.

I know what that's like.

COOK: Are your eyes
two different colors?

LALA:
Yeah.

COOK:
That's crazy.

I mean, it's awesome.

Yeah, guys either like it

or they think I'm part vampire.

Sounds like a win-win to me.

Well, I don't want to take
too much of your time.

Do you mind if we...
Yeah, sure.

Like I said,
I already talked to the FBI.

It was a whole thing,
mistaken identity.

I want to talk to you
about last night, actually.

What happened last night?

A woman was attacked in
a parking garage in Oceanside.

Is she saying I did it?

She's dead.

She was murdered.

I wasn't anywhere near
Oceanside last night.

Where were you?

Escondido.

There's a 24-hour diner there.

I had dinner
and then I stayed to read.

Till when?

Late. After midnight.

The name of the diner
is Clark's.

I was sitting by the window
reading Ulysses.

And you were there
the whole time?

COOK: Yeah, I never left.
You started the interview?

Look at this bastard.

He thinks we're buying
that he was up all night

doing a book report.
Shouldn't you have waited for Vera?

I mean, she's the one
who profiled him.

Well, tell her
to get in there, then!

Forget it,
it-it doesn't matter.

We tracked down the tow truck
company that Joan called.

Owner said they were all booked,

so they outsourced
to a one-man show.

Guy's name is Raymond Garcia.

He's got a prior
for domestic violence

and a restraining order
for threatening

to kill his ex with a knife.

COOK: Got to Escondido
right around 6:00, yeah.

Anybody see her
get into his truck?

Yeah. Two people at the gym.

Ain't our guy.

This is our guy.

Boss, Garcia was the last person
she was seen with.

His current address is unknown.

Vera put out a BOLO out
for his tow truck...

I'm telling you, Cook is

the one that done this!
Boss. Boss!

You got...

Joan Lewis's license
was found in her bag.

It wasn't stolen
like Cook's other victims.

Listen...

Boss?

LALA:
Exactly what...

Mike, he's writing down
his timeline.

COOK:
People saw me at the diner.

I was sitting by the window.

You can ask the waitress,
I was reading Ulysses...

You hurt that girl.
LALA: Mike!

Mike!
You put your hands on her,

you son of a bitch.
No, no!

That was you!

Mike. Mike! Look at me.

You told me to handle this.
Let me do it.

He says he has an alibi.

We got nothing to hold him on.
Do we?

No. And we got
another suspect.

LALA:
We'll check Cook's alibi.

But he came in willingly
and he wants to leave.

We got to let him go.

[knocking on door]

I'm done.

LALA:
Give it to Agent Gibbs. He'll walk you out.

This way.

[door opens]

[door closes]
TANGO: You got to be kidding me.

I'm picturing years
of wash days.

You're like,
"Damn, I lost a sock.

"I'll put the straggler
in this drawer,

and someday, I'll go through,
see if any matches showed up."

That someday is today.

Sorry. I, uh,

forgot about the
missing sock drawer

when I said that
dresser was empty.

So, you're staying, then.

You don't open the dresser
and find the sock drawer

unless you're
starting to unpack.

Yeah, I thought about it,

but then I started
doing this instead.

What?

Mike's team started
on a homicide today.

A woman was murdered...

...and sexually assaulted
in a parking garage.

Mike thinks it's the same guy?

He does.

Nothing's confirmed, though.

There's nothing
for you to do.

I... I know you don't
want to talk about it,

but I felt like
I had to tell you.

You understand why,
don't you?

YOUNG TANGO:
You understand why, don't you?

You understand why we cut off
our hair when someone dies?

Without your hair...

you hold your head
in a different way.

A new way.

Now, you can start to learn
a new way to breathe,

a way to breathe
without Grandma here,

a way to breathe
while you carry her with you.

?

TISH:
I need to talk to you about my case.

You want to give
another statement?

You thought of something else?

No.

You remember, I prefer to record
all my interviews.

I know.

I have
Tishmal Kw�'la.

She's come back in to
talk about her case.

Whenever you're ready,
Ms. Kw�'la.

[door opens]

Mary Jo,
what are you doing here?

It's morning, honey.

Team worked through the night.
There's some things going on.

Yeah, I know.

I put it together
yesterday.

Figured if you needed me,
you'd tell me.

I'm telling you.

This the guy?

And what,

the tow truck guy's
still in the mix?

Yeah.

I'm gonna hunt you down
a better picture than this.

Damn FBI's got a worse
fax machine than we do.

Thank you, Mary Jo.

Boss. Oh, Mary Jo,

Dalton Basement put
some flowers on your desk.

He wanted me to tell you,
"There was a barn,"

whatever that means.

MARY JO:
It means Mary Jo's

the queen of directions,
locations, and landmarks, baby.

Well...

Where is everybody?
GIBBS: Vera's office.

We talked to four people
from the diner;

two waitresses, two customers.

Cook was there from 7:00
till after midnight.

Well, you got to talk to more.

Someone could've seen him leave
and come back.

Just got a hit on the BOLO
for Garcia's tow truck.

Got an approximate location.

Local resident saw it
in a trailer park

in Oceanside.
LALA: Hey.

If you want to stay here
and keep going on Cook,

nothing wrong with that.

No. I'm coming.

Nobody here's got any interest
in buying nothing.

Federal agents.

We're looking for a man
named Raymond Garcia.

R.J.?

Drives a tow truck.

Well, I'm not surprised
if he's in trouble.

Nobody around here
likes him much, the way he is.

He's not here, though.
He drove off in his car

this morning
like a bat out of hell.

He hasn't been back.

Which one's his?

End of the row.

Tow truck's
around that way, though.

LALA: You see anything?
Damn curtains.

Federal agents.

I'll grab the camera from
the car, get some pictures.

[knocking on door]

Mr. Garcia, if you're in there,

we need you
to come out.

Lady's right,
he's not here.

Let's bust in.

We don't have probable cause.

We don't?

You all are telling me this
is the guy, not the other guy.

Mike.
Ain't that what you're telling me?

That serrated blade is probably
right inside on the counter.

We bust in, we tag it,
case closed,

we all get to go home
and go to bed.

That's not
what's gonna happen.

Hey.

No matter
what happens here,

we're still
going after Cook.

Okay? Come on.

You know me
better than that.

I've been looking for
this guy damn near a year.

FBI been looking.

We ain't got
the evidence.

Then we'll find it.

The hell you doing?

Are you
Raymond Garcia?

Who are you?
NIS. Step out of the car.

We need to talk
to you.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!
[gunshots]

[engine sputters]

- That's him!
- Hands!

Show me your hands!

Out of the car now!
I didn't do nothing.

On the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get off me, man.
Get on the ground.

Get down.
I didn't do nothing.

Yeah? Then why're you
squealing off in your car, man?

You good?
Yeah, yeah, good.

GIBBS:
Got a knife.

Hunting knife, serrated blade.

LALA:
The Joan Lewis case is closed.

Garcia confessed
on the ride back.

Murder weapon
is with forensics.

Randy is updating
Joan Lewis's husband.

Where's Franks?

Sir, I'm running point
on this investigation,

so any questions that you...

Where is he?

Bullpen.

Gibbs and him are doing
postmortem with the FBI.

What did he tell you
about Anthony Cook?

Everything.[scoffs]

That's great. You want to know
what he told me?

Nothing.

Weeks ago, he asked me
to go the FBI for info,

and I didn't ask any questions,

and then I find out
that, yesterday,

he called my guy behind my back.

Behind my back, Dominguez.

He went into my Rolodex.

Sir, I don't think that
I should be privy to this...

Oakley is my guy,

do you hear me?

Yes.

He's my guy.

Nobody here contacts him
directly. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Oakley had this
couriered over.

I can't see a way
that this ends well.

I'm hoping you can.

OAKLEY [over recording]:
Whenever you're ready, Ms. Kw�'la.

TISH [over recording]:
I heard that, uh...

Is NIS part of this now?

They're working on the case?

OAKLEY: I'm not at liberty
to discuss another investigation...

TISH:
Mike Franks is my boyfriend.

Are you working with him?

He didn't tell you that, did he?

OAKLEY:
No.

TISH:
We're not together anymore,

but he can't be on the case.

It's a conflict of...

Last week, you said
there wasn't enough evidence

to arrest the man
I picked from the lineup.

Does Mike know about that?

Did you tell him who the guy is?

OAKLEY:
I did.

TISH:
Oh, my God.

That's what I was afraid of.

It's why I'm here.

I can't go to NIS.

He won't listen to them.

Someone needs to help him.

He'll act fine,
but he's not fine.

He's not himself
when it comes to this.

Please.

OAKLEY:
Ms. Kw�'la, what are you telling me?

Are you worried he might
take matters into his own hands?

TISH:
Can you turn the tape off, please?

Where's Franks?

GIBBS:
We finished up. He went home.

?

[door opens]

[sniffs]

Lala dropped me off.

She said that
we should have a chat

and meet her
back at the office.

Sounds like
something she'd do.

I ain't going back
to the office tonight, probie.

It's like a freight train
busting through your head.

I've been going to this
support group down at the VA.

It's not helping.

You help me.

[sighs]

Since day one, you help me.

You go up there,
whatever happens,

there's no getting away with it,
there is no coming back.

[exhales]

So I'm asking you to stay...

...and keep helping me.

I'm asking you
not to go up there.

And I know Tish
is asking the same.

I can't walk away from this.

We're not.

This isn't
going to help.

We've been over
the old stuff.

The FBI's been over
the old stuff.

We need to dig
into the new stuff.

That is literally
what we're doing.

We're digging into
Lala's interrogation.

VERA:Really, Randolf?
'Cause it looks to me like

you're just standing there
sassing me.

LALA:Hey.

No. It's-

[stammers]
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

[sighs] You made it.

VERA:
Oh, yeah, geez, where you guys been?

Damn it, Randolf, I told you
to lock the freaking door.

I did.

FRANKS: Look,
I just came to, uh...

I appreciate
what y'all are doing,

but this case ain't
ours no more.

It's the FBI's.

LALA:
Wheeler technically never pulled us off.

He was cryptic, so push ahead,

ask for forgiveness later.

And don't worry,
I sent JJ and Carl home.

Told them there was a gas leak.

I'm pretty confident

I could turn
my garage

into a headquarters
by tomorrow.

I can help with that.

Y'all could get fired for this.
This ain't no small thing.

LALA:Mike.

We know.

Okay, so let's go.
New information.

Thanks to your
interrogation-

which never should have
happened without me-

we now know another one
of Cook's habits.

Guy drives half an hour
to go to an all-night diner.

Owner says he's been a regular
there for... ten years?

Twelve.

12 years. Thing is,

there are three other
24-hour diners closer.

So why does he go to this one?

To read?

VERA: That is
what he told you,

but judging by
his language patterns,

I'd bet money that the guy
does not give a crap

about James Joyce,

so why does he go there?

'Roy?

Maybe he likes routine.

'Roy?
Don't ask.

RANDY: Routine
makes sense.

The waitress
I talked to said

if someone's at his
favorite table, he gets upset.

There you go. There you go.
He's got a favorite table.

See, I told you, the guy gets
off on watching what he covets.

All right, so he's
at that table for hours.

Why? What is he seeing
from there?

Said he was sitting
by the window.

Yeah, he said that to me
in interrogation.

Okay. Come on, people,
what is outside that window?

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Real photo
of Anthony Cook.

Don't worry,
Wheeler didn't see me with it.

That door was
supposed to be locked.

Honey, that lock's been broke
for a year. LALA: Mary Jo,

do you know what's around
Clark's Diner in Escondido?

MARY JO:Oh, Clark's, sure,
I know where that is.

It's next to a gas station

with a couple of
wooden benches out front.

She really is the
queen of landmarks.

Yeah, big time.

There's windows all across
the front of this building.

MJ, what's across the street?

There's this big yellow complex.

I think it's a nursing home.

The hell would this guy want
with an old folks' home?

VERA:
Thank you for meeting with us, Mrs. Cook.

I'm wondering if you can
tell us about your son.

Who are you again?

Do you know
my husband?

No, ma'am.

Remember, we're with
a government agency?

We're wondering
about your son.

When was the last time
Anthony visited you?

Anthony.

He pretends to be so sweet,

but he is a hateful child.

My husband left me

because of him, you know.

VERA:
What happened?

CAROLINE:
Well, I had long hair, you know, beautiful.

And I'd make it
perfectly straight

with my clothes iron
on my board.

The iron got very hot,

and I swept it
back and forth on my hair.

Anthony tried
to burn me with it.

I got him, though.

On his neck.

He watches me, you know.

He sits across the street,

and he watches.

He waits for me to go to sleep.

He sneaks in.

I tell him to go away,
but he won't.

Did I ever tell you
what happened with my iron?

I had the most
beautiful long hair.

Anthony tried to burn me.

He tried that a lot. And now,

he likes to scare me.

He pretends to be sweet,

but he's a hateful child.

He waits until I go to sleep,

and then he sits in my room.

["Free Bird"
by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing]

Hey.

Thought we agreed you were gonna
pull your guys off of this.

I kept it cryptic.

[door opens]

You know he's parked
right over there.

[vehicle door closes]
I know.

[car engine starts]

?

? If I leave here tomorrow

? Would you still remember me?

? For I must be
traveling on, now ?

? 'Cause there's too many places
I've got to see... ?

Hey.

Nice job running point.

See, probie?

When things go south,
it's not a bad idea

to clue me in instead of
keeping me in the dark.

[knocking on door]

[knocking]

Mike.
I need to talk to her.

Listen...

We got him.

It's all aboveboard.

The evidence will
put him away for good.

I just want
to tell her that myself.

She knows.

FBI called her.

She left, Mike.

What do you mean, she left?

The only thing keeping her here
was not knowing

if you were gonna be okay.

But now, she knows that you are.

She needs to do this
for herself now.

She needs to hold her head
in a different way,

a new way.

? If I stay here
with you, girl ?

? Things just couldn't be...

TANGO:
She needs to learn a new way to breathe.

A way to breathe
without you there.

? I'm as free as a bird now...
[exhales]

TANGO:
A way to breathe

while she carries you with her.

? And this bird
you cannot change ?

? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and
the bird you cannot change. ?

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