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We should have some
extra space right back here.

This do you good?

This is perfect, Earl.

The Hero Comfort
Foundation wants to give
away a thousand of these

T-shirts after the
concert and, so we
just really need...

Need a place where you
can get to 'em fast, huh?

Yeah, I know the drill.
Yeah.

But... that's not why I picked
this particular boudoir.

[laughs]

Ah.

[hums a tune]

Hmm?

This is a Vintage '62.A beaut, huh?

Overheard one of the
musicians during rehearsal.

Said it was given to him
by Merle Haggard.God. Wow.

Why don't you give her a whirl?

I don't think that's
a good idea, man.

It's just, uh...Oh. [laughs]

What's the worst
that can happen?

I keep hearing what a badass
you are-- from you.

Time to put up or shut up.

All right.

[explosion]

[laughing]MAN [over phone]:
No, no, no, no.

Somebody's having a good day.

I don't think so.

Oh, that's
a good one.

[coughs]MAN: I'm not joking;
I'm serious.

What do you mean you're serious?

Told you.

Dad, it's yourwedding.

You and Linda should be planning
it. I c-can't get involved in...

No, no, no, no, no. [chuckles]
Save the date cards

are like crack cocaine to women.Mm,

not this woman.Of course, I'm honored

that you would trust me
to plan your wedding.

Nothing would give me
greater pleasure

than to plan your wedding.
But I... Hello?

No, no, no, no...
Hello?

[dial tone drones]

He got me.

[hangs up]He just pulled the

"This is my wedding gift
to him" card.

Well, that's a very nice one.Mm-hmm.

I guess it beats the steak
knives I was gonna re-gift him.

Hmm.

Hey, Bishop...Hmm?

You've done this.Mm-mm.

Forget it. No, my
wedding was so small

I practically eloped.

Give me a down payment
on a house over a

rubber chicken dinner
any day of the week.All right, I got this.

What do Katherine Heigl
and J. Lo have in common?

Wedding planner.

No, Tony.
No, no, no.

It's a waste of money.
Let me tell you something.

There's Web sites
out there that'll

walk you through
the whole process.

Help you
make a budget,

plan a guest list,
even order invitations.

Look at this-- it's one
of my favorite sites.

Do-It-Yourself Napkin Folding?

Yeah.

The goblet fan's
pretty classy, huh?

Yeah, this isn't at all weird.

You can save
thousands of dollars

by doing your own
place settings.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

I am not paying
for the wedding,

I am planning the wedding.

McGEE:
You sure?

Was your dad
that specific?

Oh... Okay.

In that case,
the goblet fan

might be too complicated.

He's more of a
French pleat guy.

McGEE: Problem with
the French pleat:

it's not as easy
to do as it looks.

Oh, yeah. Gotta have
a pretty high thread count

to get that
straight angle, huh?

McGEE:
Exactly.

Hey, look, a
bishop's hat.
Yeah.

[laughs]

Hey, boss.
We were just...
Scaring me.

Dead sailor.

Convention Center.

Move.

[camera shutter clicks]Wow.

Oh, that's
such a shame.

Vintage '62 Telecaster.

Yeah, a real tragedy.

Yeah, 'cause...

The dead people are a shame,
too, it's just...

Oh, look, it's McGee!

Fire chief doesn't know yet

the cause of the explosion.

Maybe a gas line.
Luckily, the sprinklers

put out the fire pretty fast.

But not fast enough,
it appears.

Unless our victims
were killed by the
explosion itself.

Yeah, or something else.
You never know.

I like the way you think,
Mr. Palmer.

To whom do we have
the displeasure?

TONY:
The older one is
Earl Grieves, 54.

He's the head janitor
for the auditorium.

Military charity was
hosting a concert here.

"Hero Comfort Foundation."

Not much comfort today.BISHOP:
Gibbs.

GIBBS:
You're gonna need dental
on the sailor, Duck.

You mean Petty Officer
Damien Hunter?

Oh, my God.

Gibbs, this is
Director Vivian Sutton.

She runs the
local HCF office.

And this is...Luke Pischedda.
Concert coordinator.

VIVIAN:
Damien was working for us.

What happened?

Well, you're looking at it.

What kind of work
was he doing?

LUKE:
He was a volunteer.

We have a concert
tomorrow for the troops...

[sniffles]

...and he was
helping...

He was helping make
sure that families

of deployed servicemen
would be able to attend.

Which we still
plan on.
Not here.

TONY:
The venue's closed
until it can be verified

structurally sound.

Oh, don't worry.

The HCF is a
military charity.

If it's one thing we know
how to do, it's improvise.

The show
will go on.

And we should
dedicate this to Damien.

Everyone did love him.

McGEE:
Not everyone.

This wasn't
an accident.

Fire chief says this was

the source of the explosion.
It's a...

Warhead shell from
a Mark 24 torpedo.

Mark 24?
Aren't those from...

World War II.

Petty Officer First
Class Damien Hunter

graduated with honors
from RTC Great Lakes.

Did two tours on
the USS Carl Vinson

before being assigned to
the Pax River chow hall.

Where he didn't gain a pound,
which is impressive.

Being around all that
food all the time?

I mean, if that were me,
I would...

I'd-I'd probably, um...

get back into the case.Yeah. Me, too.

Well, our answer for now

is the deaths appear
to be collateral damage.

Abby says
the bomb

wasn't set to go
off until midnight.

She thinks it was
detonated accidently

by some kind
of vibration.

TONY:
Fire chief's final
report says the explosive

was hidden inside
an old torpedo shell

that was used
as set dressing.

What was the target?

McGEE:
It's not a what.

It's a who.

The room was also being used

as a dressing room

for one of the acts
in HCF's concert.

TONY:
Yikes.

What kind of concert
is it, exactly?

Well, the charity
is calling it

the Country Rock
Back-Up Bands Tour.

TONY:
So it's a concert of
bands that normally opens

for other bands?

Who opens
for them?
Him.

He's the opening act.
Manheim Gold.

According to the director,
he used to open for

all the big names,
back in the day.

Where is he now?

McGEE:
Nobody knows.

He never showed up
for rehearsal.

Find him.

Wow, this
Manheim guy

really did open for
all the big names.

How come I've never
heard of him?

Keep reading.

Ouch, yikes.

Yeah, he threw one
too many TVs

out his hotel window.

Oh, and his first agent.
Mm, great.

Well, lucky for them both,
there was a pool below.

[door bell chimes]All right.

This is Manheim's
day job.

BISHOP:
Hello?

Hello?

You think it
would be weird

if I asked him
for an autograph?

Not any weirder

than Tony asking
for a suspect's

phone number.
Hmm.

[bell dings]Hello?

Anybody home?

What do you think happened?

Well, it looks like someone
was looking for something.

Or worse.
I'll call in
the BOLO.

Okay...

[thuds]

Uh...
And... done.

Not bad.

53 seconds.

Unfortunately, your
subject suffered

a subdural hematoma from
excessive manhandling.

You said to go fast.

I told you to be efficient.

The sleep cycle
of an infant

is only 50 minutes.

If you have to
change the diaper

[door whooshes open]of a sleeping child,

you need to
be efficient.

I would also think
that you need to...

GIBBS:
Keep the lights low

[door whooshes closed]and the room quiet.

Okay, low lights,
quiet room,

no hematoma...
Got it.

I think.

My checklist keeps
growing every day.

Mr. Palmer is
getting in some

last-minute
practice.

JIMMY:
Our birth mother
was due yesterday, so...

she could pop any second.

Congratulations, Jim.

You gotta go?Oh, no, no, no.

No, I'm fine. No.
Breena's with her.

The two of them have
really been bonding

over the
last month.

The adoption papers
are all set,

and, uh, and me...
I-I'm just, uh...

GIBBS:
At work.

Just not actually working.

Well, uh... well, that's...

that's one way to put it.

Yes, and easily remedied.

Despite
Mr. Palmer's

crime scene
supposition,

the autopsies

of the two victims
produced no surprises.

As you can see,
both victims were killed

from blunt force trauma
from the blast.

And if that
hadn't killed them,

the smoke inhalation most
certainly would have.

Apart from
being dead,

both these men were
in perfect health.

We all should be so
lucky when we go.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

[over phone]: We found Manheim.What? You found him where?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Go get him.

Hey, you got a burp cloth?

Mm-hmm.

Get more.

He was alive when
I picked him up
at the drunk tank.

[groans]

That was cruel and unusual, man.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Special Agent?

Since when is public
intoxication a federal crime?

TONY:
It's not.

Murder is.

GIBBS:
A bomb exploded in your
dressing room this morning.

Two people were killed.

Is this some kind of joke?

And somebody tossed
your bedroom.

MANHEIM:
Actually, it, uh...

always looks like that.

You know anybody that
would want you dead?

Recently, no.

Before? [laughs]
Pretty much everybody
I ever met.

Until I stopped
drinking.
I hate to break
it to you,

but you spent the night
in the drunk tank.

Yeah.

15 years sober
down the drain.

It's been a rough
few days.

Brakes on my car were
starting to burn rubber

and I couldn't afford new ones

until the end of the month.

So I'm guessing
you didn't make it.

Nah, took out a telephone pole.

After that, I, uh,

felt sorry for myself,
and figured, well...

one drink couldn't hurt.

It hurt.

Brakes go out, bomb goes off
in his dressing room--

I'm sensing a pattern.

MAN:
Manheim! Manheim!

Get off, man! Hey, enough.
No more questions.

I raced over as
soon as I heard

the Feds picked you up.

You don't have to say
another word.

TONY: Actually,
yeah, he does.

And who would you be?

Uh, that's my agent.
Don't mind him.

It's okay, Bobby.
They're on my side,
for a change.

They think somebody's
trying to kill me.

What?Yeah,

a bomb went off
in my dressing room.

BOBBY:
Whoa. They told me

they were moving the concert

to the Pax River Navy Base,
but they never told me why.

[Bobby groans]

[panting]:
This...

[laughing]:
this is great news, baby!

Oh, yeah?Yeah. We could
use the publicity.

[chuckles]:
I think you

just made yourself
a suspect, man.

Oh! Look, all
I'm saying is,

I got big plans for my boy here.

We're at a critical juncture.

[snaps fingers]It's comeback time, baby.

GIBBS:
It was

comeback time, baby.

Your boy is

out of the concert.

What?! Why?

No, no, no,
no, no. No.

See, this is
gonna ruin everything.

You can't do that.TONY:
If the concert's

on a Navy base, yes, we can.

GIBBS:
Someone is trying
to kill your client.

He's not going anywhere--
except protective custody.

[big sigh]

All right, why don't
you grab five days'
worth of clothes.

[panting]:
Got it. Where we going?

I think the first thing
we're gonna do is buy you
some more underwear.

McGEE: Back to NCIS,
where you're gonna
make us a list

of suspects, then off to a hotel
we contract as a safe house.

I like hotels.

And throwing TVs
out windows, we heard.

That's not me anymore.
[sighs]

This concert
wasn't even my idea.

Some kid in Idaho posted
one of my old videos

on the computer...

Internet.Whatever.

Next thing I know,
Bobby calls me,

says I got some heat,
books me on this
charity tour.

My opinion...

some things are
better left in the past.

Especially mine.

I don't need to
make you a list

of people who want me dead.

Pretty much everyone in here.

Any of my first band.

Any of my ex-wives.

That's Ronnie Mustard,
my first agent.

Heard you threw him out
a window, too.

[laughs]
He bet me I couldn't. But, uh,

you can strike him
off the list.

He didn't make it out
of the '80s.

Surfing accident, I think.

You know, we were

kind of hoping for something

a little more recent.

You're looking at more recent.

Although,
wait a sec.

I might have something for you.

A guy keeps coming in here
every few days the
last few weeks.

Kind of squirrelly.
Keeps bringing me

the same suit
to get cleaned.

It hasn't been worn.
I can tell.

Who keeps cleaning a suit
they haven't worn?

Weird, right?

DUCKY:
"Tilt and push the child
to face forward."

JIMMY:
Keep pushing! Keep pushing!

BISHOP:
[groans] Okay, my arm
is about to break off!

"Try threading both portions
of the vehicle belt

as close to the
buckle plate
as possible."

No, no, it's still
loose. Rats!

What's going on?JIMMY:
This is impossible!

Okay, I think if you use
that latch thingy,

it's supposed
to be a lot easier.

I know, but the thing is
there's no latch thing

in the center.Well, just try.

Perhaps that seat
is not meant to go
in the center.

It says here...Okay, all due respect,

Doctor, I-I know

what it says.
It says that 75%

of all child restraints
are installed improperly.

You guys need some help?

Psst!

[grunts]
Come with me.

Save yourself.

Okay.
Maybe we could use
a fourth.

BISHOP:
It might be

a little squashed
in here. No, no.

JIMMY:
Okay, you're right.

Let's just start from
the beginning, okay?

How long they
been at it?
Like, an hour.

I heard Ducky curse
ten minutes ago.

I mean, well,
I think I did.

I'm not that familiar
with British profanity, but...

What's in the box?

Well, we need to I.D.
the owner.

He didn't leave
his last name.

Thought you could
pull some DNA.

I've been known to dabble
with some DNA.

Oh, yeah?
What are you dabbling in now?

Torpedoes.
Or what's left of it.

This is the Mark 46
torpedo shell

that the bomb
was hidden in.

I was able to pull
a partial print,

but it's not gonna do me
any good. And...

Gibbs wanted me
to look at the brakes
on Manheim's car.

Yeah, Manheim said
they were in pretty bad shape.

Oh, they are.
But that's not why they failed.

Someone put a pinhole

in this brake line.

Wow, someone's really
gunning for him.
Yeah.

I mean, the good news for you
guys is that brake fluid stains.

So if you work
your way back

from the scene
of the car accident,

you could probably find out

where his brake line
was punctured.

TONY:
Old drummer's dead,

bass player dead,

this guy's in jail,

she joined a cult; nudist.

Now she runs
a yoga studio in Hawaii.

Jail, then dead.

The music business
is terrifying.

You talk to anyone?

Ah. Well, Bishop's interviewing
Manheim's old stage manager.

Apparently, Manheim
borrowed his boat 20 years ago,

and then sunk it.

Long time to hold a grudge.

Yeah, and a hairdo.

You should see that nest.
Oh, yeah, there we go.

Thanks again.Check that out.

Mel Gibson wants his hair back
from Lethal Weapon.

Hey, you get anything good?

Oh, it was amazing!

He was at the Craven Country
Jamboree in 1985.

Tammy Wynette, Charley Pride,
they were all there.

He told me this one
story about, um...

the alibi he had
for the past two weeks.

He's not our guy.

We should still arrest him
for that hairdo.

Hey, what do you have
against mullets?

It's the whole decade
I have trouble with.

The '80s couldn't end
fast enough for me.

Mm, the awkward years for you?

Now, the '70s is a decade
I can get behind.

How about getting
behind this case?

That's a good point.

Well, I got Dorneget out
tracking brake fluid stains,

and McGee is on his way
to the safe house with
Manheim...

Not anymore....as we speak.

Just got a call
from the hotel.

They accidently overbooked--
we don't have a room.

Try another hotel.I did.

All the ones NCIS has approved
to use are also booked.

There's a convention in town.

Oh, yeah. No,
I'd love to have
him at my place,

but my husband has
the stomach flu.

My sister's visiting.

Your sister's hot.
[chuckles]

MANHEIM:
Nice place.

Reminds me of some
of the, uh, classier
hotel rooms

I've stayed in.

Don't get any ideas.
You break it, you bought it.

Don't worry.

Like I said, that's
not me anymore.

You play?

Yeah. But first things first,

I need you
to sign something here.

What is it?

Well, it's a document stating

that you have, uh, read and
understood the house rules.

You have rules?Mm-hmm.

On paper?

Yeah.For people to sign?

Yeah.

That's weird, man.

Rule number four,
"Don't insult your host."

But I'll give you a pass

since you haven't had time...
to sign it yet.

I'll, uh, I'll sign,

but you gotta play
something first.

Really?Yeah.

You want to hear me play?Yeah.

I guess nobody ever
really asked me to play.

It's, uh, you know,

it's a great guitar.

I wrote this when I was 14.

[pounding on door]MAN: Open up!

[hushed]:
Stay here.

[pounding continues]

Hey. Manheim! Listen,

great news, baby.Okay, how did you know
where he was?

I texted him.Nobody's supposed
to know where you are.

He's my agent.Grab your guitar.
I got you a gig tonight.

What?What? He's not
going anywhere.

Manheim, you know how many
hits your old video has gotten?

It's up to 18,000, baby!
You gotta be out there

seizing the momentum.
You know how it works!

Yeah, you snooze, you lose.

That's right.

And Agent Gibbs
can't stop you this time.

Okay, I'm not sure
you understand.

He's in protective
custody

for a reason.

Well, then protect him
at the gig.

Nobody's gonna try anything
in public.

He's actually safer out there.

No, he's not.

Manheim, you want

to be cleaning
people's dirty laundry
the rest of your life?

Or do you want to smell roses
thrown at your feet?

I know, I know. Listen, I didn't
really have a choice, boss.

He's only got one set,
and then it's back to my place.

Yeah, I...

Okay.

We're good.
Enjoy your beans.

What is people's fascination
with this decade?

I don't know.
I barely remember it.

I mean, there were
some good movies.

Scorcese did King of Comedy.

Magnum P.I.
and supermodels...

leg warmers.

Why do I hate
the '80s so much?

Manheim, hey! Whoo!
You're on in five, baby.

They won't even know
what hit 'em, right? Huh?

Manheim! Manheim! Let's go.

Let's go.

Whoa-whoa!
You haven't played your set.

I changed my mind. Let's go.

No, wait a minute.
What about the momentum,
the roses?

I'm allergic to roses.
This was a mistake.

Are you getting
cold feet?
No.

This feels cold-feety to me.

I think I know the temperature
of my own feet.

I don't even know why
I don't like the '80s.

People are complicated.

I understand.

When was the last time
you performed?

In public?

Yeah.

Not that long.

Two, three... decades.

Three decades?

You sure you know how
to play that thing still?

I play every night. Alone.

It's just...

I'm not sure I like who I become
when other people are involved.

[phone ringing]That's interesting.
Hold that thought.

Abby.

Well, that's great.
Send it to me.

Thank you.
That was our lab tech.

She got a hit
from your suit.

That's him. That's the guy.

Who is he?We're gonna find out.

Don't look.
He's at the bar,

right over your
left shoulder.

Hey, Manheim, when
I say "Don't look..."

Hey!

[grunting]

Where are you going
in such a hurry?

Nowhere.MANHEIM:
Why are you following me?

Who are you?

I'm...

I'm your son.

[over intercom]:
Hello? Uh,
I'd like to go home.

I-I'm self-diagnosed
with IBS and, uh,

mild claustrophobia.
I am not feeling very well.

There is no way that guy
is related to me.

What is that?

That's your father's
dressing room.

And that's what happened
after a bomb went off inside.

You know anything
about that?

Uh, no.

So why were you stalking him?

I wasn't
stalking him.

Three weeks ago, I thought
that my father was a firefighter

killed in the line of duty.

Until I found my mother's diary
in our kitchen.

He still lives with his mother?

I want a DNA test.

Abby's already run it.

Congrats.

It's a boy. Sort of.

I wasn't stalking
my father.

I was building up the courage
to talk to him.

I just wanted
to meet my real dad.

Hey.

Hey.

[chuckles]
So, uh...

I heard you're a CPA.

That's a...

that's a job...
[chuckles]

people do. Uh...

Yeah, I
know. I'm...

one of 'em.

Uh...

your mother, yeah.

How's she doing?

She has shingles.

Yeah.

Y-You don't remember her,
do you?

[exhales]

So how'd you find me?

I, uh...
I tracked down your-your agent.

He-he told me where you were.Bobby?

And he never said anything
to me?No, who's Bobby?

No, this guy's name was,
um, Mustard.

Ronnie Mustard.Huh.

Ronnie Mustard's dead.

McGEE:
Ronnie Mustard is not dead.

He lives in Maryland, still
hanging onto the music industry.

These days, he books

mostly wedding
and Bar Mitzvah bands.

GIBBS:
Hey.

Manheim, he lie to us?[Tony chuckles]

No. I think
he was just confused.

I got the full download when
I dropped him back at my place.

Apparently, Manheim helped
Mustard lay low in the '80s

to avoid a nasty loan shark.

He helped Mustard
spread a rumor

that he was dead.You telling me
Manheim forgot

it was just a cover story?I know it's odd.

Keith Richards seems
to remember everything,

but Manheim said
after he got out of rehab,

he could barely
remember his own birthday,

much less what happened
to his agent.

And when he asked around,
everyone told him

Mustard was dead.

So, why didn't
Mustard resurface?

That's a very
good question.

Why don't you take McGee,
and find out?

Clear a path, clear a path!
It's happening!

It's happening!DUCKY:
Mr. Palmer, please.

GIBBS: Duck?He just had a call.

Birth mother is
going into labor.

By the power of all humanity,

I am ordering you to open!

Jimmy?

It's one floor down.
Maybe try the stairs?

Your bag, sir?

[elevator bell dings]Yeah! Yeah.

Good luck!Thank you!

Our little autopsy gremlin
is growing up.

His whole life
is going to change.

Over and over.

[phone ringing]
Yeah.

Why is my building
manager calling?

Isn't our musician staying
in your apartment?

Yeah.

I left him with Agent Holgate.

Put it on a speaker.

Hello? Is everything all right?

No, Mr. DiNozzo.

You know we have a strict policy

regarding noise level
in our building.

Yes, I helped you write
that policy.

Then it's time you practiced
what you preach.

The neighbors are complaining.

About my apartment?!

Yes, your apartment.

Is someone having
a party in my apartment?

That's putting it mildly.

[phone beeps]

Clear a path!

Make a hole!

Make a hole!

[loud rock music playing]

Yes, yeah.

Here you go.

Yeah. [laughing]

TONY:
Hey!

No, no, no, no, no.

[turns off music]

[partygoers exclaim]

All right!
[laughs]

Okay.

Put your drinks down.

On a coaster!

And make your way
in an orderly fashion

to the front door.

Or I will shoot you!

That means you, Mullet.Bye, honey.

Nobody get sticky fingers.

Hey!

Not you.

Holgate, come here!

Uh, he, uh...

[laughs]:
Oh, oh!

[all laughing]

Oh, 'cause I bet what happened
was that he said

he wanted to go out
and have a little party.

So you made an
executive decision.

You decided, "Hey, why don't

we just have
the party right here?"

And then things got
a little out of hand, and...

Oh, I invented
that excuse.

Now, listen to me, if anything
is missing or broken,

it comes out of your paycheck.

Now, you go outside.

And you wait for me there.

Yes, sir.

You weren't supposed to
be back for four hours.

Sorry, man.

Who were all these people?

Well, when your team started
calling my old friends,

they started calling me.
[laughs]

But this wasn't for myself.

Oh, no. Another charity?

No, no, no.
It's for, it's for Denny.

I-I-I wanted to go out.

Show the kid some fun.

He's really uptight, man.Okay.

But your agent wouldn't
let me leave, so...

You're telling me

this was for your son?

Yeah!

I figured I ought to get
to know him a little. You know?

I mean, I missed
his entire life.

Chasing my dream.
[laughs]

Ah, I'm sure you can't relate.

I mean,
you're not a parent.

No.

But I have one.

Now, look.

If you want to relate
to your son,

you don't have to do all this.

You just have to sit down
and talk to him.

[retching nearby]

DENNY:
Oh, God. Oh, God.

Who's that?

My son.

Quite the lightweight.
[laughs]

Is he throwing up
in my bathroom?

No! No, no.

Don't worry, I'll clean it up.

Oh, no, no, no!
That is...

These are Egyptian cotton,
400-thread-count towels.

I got a special recipe
for stains, man.

It's magic, you should've seen
the first room

they had me in
at the HCF concert.

Did you say
firstdressing room?

Yeah.

[woman singing off-key]

WOMAN [off-key]:
♪ I'm fine on my own.

McGEE: Oof.MAN: Enough, enough! Stop! Stop!

I thought I was a bad singer.You'll never make a million
dollars with that voice.

You know how you can make
a million bucks singing?

[woman crying]Start with 2 million!

Huh? Ee...

[sputters]

Sorry, I got my fill
of Sonny and Cher impersonators.

Excuse me, we're
not here to audition.

We're from NCIS.

We need to ask you a few
questions about Manheim Gold.

[Mustard grunts]BISHOP: Hey!

[Bishop grunts]

I got you, babe!

Nice.

McGEE:
Look, we know you did it.

We've traced the brake fluid
back to the scene of the crime.

We've got two eyewitnesses that
put you under Manheim's car.

See, right about now,
your stomach is

dropping through the floor.

One half your brain realizes
that you're going to jail.

The other half is in denial.

I'm dying to see
which half's gonna win.

I've been to the joint.

I can't go back.

Then make me smile.

And I'll tell the prosecutor
you cooperated.

Oh, rat turd. Okay.

Look, um, Manheim never

hit it big in the States.

But for some reason,
he was quite popular

in Equatorial Guinea.

Once he went into rehab,

the royalties
started coming in.

Not a lot,
just enough to live on.

And you didn't tell Manheim this

when he got out of rehab?

Must've slipped my mind.

So, now that Manheim
is mounting a comeback,

you're worried he's gonna
find out about his royalties.

So you tried to kill him.

You... you make it sound
a lot worse than it is.

Oh, I am?

'Cause you bomb you planted
killed two innocent people.

Bomb?

[over intercom]:
I'm being railroaded!

I-I didn't plant a bomb!

I want a lawyer!

I'm thirsty!

What do you think?I'm hungry!

I think I have a headache.

I want representation!

I've seen movies!

[turns off intercom]

Guy claims he's
got an alibi.

Yeah? Run it down.

[door opens]Well, what if it holds?

That means Manheim has
two people trying to kill him.

TONY: No.[door closes]

Just one.

I found out
Manheim switched rooms

two days before the blast.

He was complaining that
his first dressing room

smelled like vomit.

"Two days"?

Abby said that the bomb was

put in place a week ago.

And since
no one could've known

Manheim was gonna
change rooms...

He couldn't have
been the target.

McGEE:
Well, Mustard's alibi
checks out.

He didn't plant the bomb.
And why would he?

Manheim wasn't even supposed
to be in that room.
Who was?

BISHOP:
Nobody.

That was Tony.
With Manheim cleared,

they made it to the base just
in time to do a sound check.

The coordinator said Manheim's
second dressing room is actually

a stage-prop storage room.

Well, why didn't the coordinator
tell us that earlier?

Good question.I have another one.

If this wasn't
a murder attempt, what was it?

Terrorism?
Mm...

Terrorists would have
planted a bomb

in the audience, not backstage.

McGEE:
You know, maybe someone wanted
to shut down the concert

for some reason.

Didn't Tony mention that Manheim
has serious stage fright?

Bad enough to bomb his own show?

[phone ringing]

Hey, Abby. What's...?

Oh, no.
That's great news. Okay.

Yeah, I'll be...
I'll be right there.

Okay, thanks. Bye. So,
you may not know this, but...

Tell me on the way.

A fingerprint's ridge--

if you put it on this
little plastic box...

So, then, I thought Abby could
use my friends' algorithm

to reconstruct the
original partial print

using a line-integral
convolution.

Sounds like it worked.
Pretty cool, huh?

Are you still
talking to me?

What Bishop was trying
to say is,

we got a partial from the bomb.

It was too partial-y
for a search, but

you add in a little magical NSA
wizard math fix-it, and voilà.

You got a hit.
Yup, the print
from the bomb

belongs to...
Luke Pischedda.

The HCF concert
coordinator?

More like concert destroyer. The
guy almost ruined his own show.

No, he didn't.He knew the concert
would be moved to Pax River.

He probably made
the contingency plans himself!

ABBY:
So, you think he's

planning some sort
of attack at the base?

Gibbs, this concert
starts, like, now!

Thanks, Abbs.

No, no, no.
That's your go cue.

That means you go.
It's go time.

Okay.
Go, go get 'em.

Jimmy,

why aren't you
at the hospital?

Did something happen
to your baby?

No, the...

the baby's fine.

He's just not, um...

The mom decided
that, uh...

she's gonna
keep him.

[sniffles]
Abby.

[crying quietly]

TONY:
You can do this.

You can totally do this,

and you will be fine.

Besides, nobody's
here to see you.

They're here for
the free concert.

Thanks.

[phone ringing]

Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

You seen Pischedda?

No. He disappeared
about five minutes ago.

BISHOP:
He planted the bomb.

Pischedda?
You're sure it's him?

Abby's sure.

We should stop the concert.

Evacuate everybody.

No. No, not yet.There could be
another bomb.

If we evacuate,
Pischedda could detonate.

I'm very near
that hypothetical bomb.

How long are we gonna
keep this quiet?

GIBBS:
Till we figure out
what he wants.

You find him!

And when you do,
you make him talk.

Understood.

McGEE:
Boss, I think
I got something, here.

Prior to the HCF, Pischedda
worked as a contractor

for a private
military company.

Something stand out, McGee?

McGEE:
A job he did in 2003.

They helped transport
$2 billion in cash

to Iraq during
Reconstruction.

How do you
transport

$2 billion in cash?

In hundred dollar bills,

shrink-wrapped
and loaded onto pallets.

Then flown off
into cargo planes.Great.

How much
didn't make it?

Hundreds of millions
went missing.

And, boss, some of that money
flew out of Pax River,

from the same complex

the concert's in now.

[indistinct chattering]

Where you been, man?
What?

Remember you said
I could do this?

I can't do this.

Look at all those
people out there.

You're gonna be fine.

Come on, let's get you ready.

GIBBS:
Hey, DiNozzo.

Nobody's seen Pischedda,
but three stagehands
are missing,

so what are we gonna do?
Pull the alarm?
GIBBS:
No.

It's not a terrorist attack.
This is a heist.

BISHOP:
Pischedda hid the
money on the base.

He's using the charity concert

as cover to get it out.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen

of the United States
Armed Forces...We can't let anyone know.

We don't know who
else is involved.

BISHOP:
And Pischedda may have
rigged more explosives

in case things go south.

He needs to
think that

everything is going
according to plan.
TONY:
Yeah...

That may be a little
bit of a problem.

ANNOUNCER:
...Manheim Gold!

[rock intro plays]

♪

What's he doing?Well, he may be
wetting his pants.

He needs to get on stage.

GIBBS:
Hey!

Now, DiNozzo.

McGee...

Let's go.

ANNOUNCER:
And, ladies and gentlemen,

let's give a round of applause
for Manheim Gold!

Long story short, I need you
to get out there and play.

My hands are frozen, man.Okay.

It's kind of
a law enforcement issue.

Look.
Manheim...

you barely need your hands.

The song has, what,
three chords?

That's harsh, man.

And the song has four chords.

Warm 'em up.

CROWD [chanting]:
Manheim! Manheim! Manheim!

Okay, give me a five count.

[microphone feedback]

TONY:
Ladies and gentlemen,
how you doing out there?

Look at that.
Handsome group of people.

McGee, give me a sitrep.

No sign yet. Agents Holgate
and Dearborn just arrived.

They're covering
the south side.

All right, tell them
to stick to this complex.

Keep me posted.What if the money's not here?

It's here. Come on.

...the evening's
star attraction...

just moments away.

This is a man

who's ready to start
having a life.

Manheim.
The Man of Gold.

Manheim Gold!

[applause and cheering]

Here he comes.

[cheering continues]

♪

♪ Heading south to make
a friend, friend ♪

♪ I tried the U.S. mail,
and I failed again ♪

♪ Communication's broken

♪ She's giving me the slip

♪ Operator,
take this call collect ♪

♪ As I sit alone in silence...

BISHOP:
But how do you know?

How do I
know what?
Well, how
do you know

if the money's
in this building?

No, I mean,
I can see how
you're totally sure.

But h-how
do you... know?

Pischedda had access
to the base for years

through his
military charity.

Right...

Bishop, there
is something

about the concert
itself that...

[Manheim continues singing
in distance]

[distant rattling]

Oh, it's happening,
isn't it?

Tony and McGee
warned me about this.

Wow.

[music stops,
crowd exclaiming in distance]

I have no idea
what's going on, but...Shh!

Shh, shh, shh.
Okay.

[jackhammer rattling
in distance]

[jackhammer rattling loudly]

LUKE:
Hurry up, guys,
let's go.

This is way better
than sitting in a cubicle.

[sighs heavily]

JIMMY:
So how much money
did they recover?

$10 million.
The bad guys took the money

from the hangar and buried it.

When they went
to go retrieve it,

the complex had been expanded,

so the money
was trapped underneath

a newly-poured
concrete slab.

Pischedda must
have taken years

trying to
figure out

how to get it out.

And then even longer
climbing his way

up the HCF charity.
Look...

Bummer for him, huh?

♪

[music stops,
audience exclaiming]

I just... I thought
this might cheer you up.

Yeah.

[keypad trilling]

[elevator bell dings]

I take it you heard.

[elevator bell dings]Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she, uh...

she saw the baby
and just...

I guess she felt the same way
we felt when we first saw him.

Can't fault her
for that, right?

Why don't you go home?

I will. Yeah, Breena and I,
we just wanted

to get all this stuff
out of the house, you know?

We wanted to give it back
as soon as possible.

We?

Me.

She's hurting, too, but, uh...

she is so much stronger.

[clears throat]

She's ready to try again.

And, uh, and me...

I feel like
I can't breathe.

I've never felt this bad
in my life, Gibbs.

Ah, just wait until
it's 3:00 in the morning

and your kid's running a 104.

You're just getting started.

That's the point,
I'm not starting.

You know? And...

maybe I never will.

Well, then,
fight for it, Palmer.

That's what you do,

you fight for
your family.

And sometimes

you fight like hell
just to have one.

You want me to fight?

I feel like I just went
ten rounds with Joe Louis.

Do you want to be
a dad, Palmer?

Because, right now,
this is being a dad.

Maybe I'm not ready.

You wouldn't feel
the way you feel right now

if you weren't ready.

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