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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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