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(music playing inside)
Oh, come on, man.

Get out!

Let's go, buddy.

Time to go, buddy. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey! That's no way

to treat a Marine.
Ease up, Sergeant.

Let's go home.

Where is my...?

Hey.

I left my credit card
in the bar.

Come on.

Hey!

Hey!
Sarge.

Get it tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow,

LaCombe.

I'm going around front.

Know what?

I think the sergeant
is a little drunk.

But you're fine,
right, sailor?
(laughing)

(punching, groaning)

♪ ♪

Attention, Corporal Taylor.

Kevin?

(moans)

Kevin?

(moans)

Ethan!

Ethan.

Hang on, man.

Hang on.

Help!

Help!!

(camera shutter clicking)

None of the bar staff

heard anything. Apparently,
they like their music real loud.

Discourages talking.
Encourages drinking

and other
mouth-related activities.

The camera's been disabled.

Looks like the Dumpster's
been moved, too.

Yeah. Hiding place.
Already thought about it.

(Ducky humming The Magic Flute)

Mozart and mayhem.

A little early
for formal attire?

Oh, really?
TONY:
I'd say late.

Looks like Ducky got lucky.

You've never heard of a night
at the opera?

Sure.

Groucho as Otis P. Driftwood.

Marx Brothers at
their most hilarious.

Love the part where
they rip up the contract.

"That's no good-a for you.
It's no good-a for me." Whsst!

Single blunt-force trauma
to the sternum.

At least one broken rib.

Ziva, I'm gonna need you
to bag some wood chips for me.

It could be a baseball bat.

Major league ass-kicking.

EMTs declared Taylor dead
at the scene

a little after 3:00 a.m.

How's the other fella?

Corporal Ethan LaCombe,
rushed to the hospital.

Multiple fractures,
internal bleeding.

They're prepping him for
brain surgery right now.

How ironic.

LaCombe managed to survive
a vicious attack,

while you have
the bad luck to die

from what appears to be
a single blow.

Three of you were together?

I ran inside to get my card.

I left him.

There's no way you
could've known, Sergeant.

I should have.

I'm supposed to know
everything about them.

What about Corporal LaCombe?

Oh, Ethan.

Funny as all hell.

Throws a baseball that'll
sting your hand for a week.

But other than that,
Ethan's a mystery.

Hometown?

Never wanted to talk about it.

Wears a class ring
on his right hand.

His eyes would glaze over,

and he'd just start
twisting that thing.

Sand would get under it,
rub his finger raw.

He never took that thing off.

I didn't press him, you know?

But he's hiding something
back there.

Why don't you go get yourself
to a hospital, Marine.

Yes, sir.

McGEE:
Camera on the
alleyway, boss.

Been KO'd.

Time stamp puts it about
a half hour before the fight.

This wasn't a bar brawl, McGee.
This was an ambush.

That was pristine.

Would you like us
to put them on the floor?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

That's what it's for:

swabbing the deck,
clearing the runway,

ready for takeoff.

Garbage in, garbage out.

Tidy on the outside makes

tidy on the inside.

Feng shui the gray matter.

ABBY:
And now,

to make sense of the chaos.

Cigarette butts, food wrapper...

What is that, cheese?

Recovered from the alleyway
where the attack took place.

Other one's personal effects...
What the corporals had on them.

Might want to start
with LaCombe.

Least he's still alive.

There's blood on his ring;
it's bent.

It's from impact.

Got a few punches in.

Might give us DNA.

Might give us more than that.

Stillwater High School.

That supposed to mean
something to us?

Stillwater

High School.

In all that time
that you two spend

staring at computer screens,

you never once peeked
in the man's file?

Come on!

Whose file?

Stillwater is a small town
in Pennsylvania coal country.

Primarily known for the mine,

but only slightly less
well known as the birthplace

of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

This guy is from
Gibbs' hometown.

DUCKY:
Corporal LaCombe's
medical report.

Surgeon performed a craniotomy
on his frontal lobe

to relieve the pressure.

He'll survive?

Well, they're
cautiously optimistic.

Right now, he's in
a drug-induced coma

until the swelling subsides.

This is more than you can
say for his friend here.

Corporal Taylor.

Cause of death?

It's a bit of an oddity.

Single blunt-force trauma,
but he had a prior injury,

a fractured vertebrosternal rib.

It was re-fractured by the blow.

The point of the rib
went through his pericardium

and penetrated
his left ventricle,

causing him to bleed to death.

A result of
the beating.
Yes.

But his wasn't nearly as severe

as that taken by LaCombe.

In addition to
his skull fracture,

LaCombe had thoracic
spine fractures

from multiple
blunt-force traumas,

left-side pneumothorax...
That's collapsed lung...

And a ruptured spleen.

I mean, without encroaching
on your territory, Jethro,

might I suggest...

That the dead guy
was a dead end.

LaCombe was the target.

Yeah.

Any idea why?

I just started looking, Duck.

I've heard whispers
that your search

might take you
to Stillwater, Pennsylvania.

Ah, it may.

Digging into a man's past, no
telling what it might unearth.

TONY:
So many questions.

My mind is spinning
with questions.

I mean, have you ever
thought about it?

He actually came from somewhere.

He didn't just appear, you know.

He didn't just start Gibbs.
He was a boy.

And then he grew.

I thought he was
molded from clay,

had life breathed into him

by a group of mystics.

That's funny, I thought

he fell to Earth in a capsule

after his home planet exploded.
(laughs)

ZIVA:
No, he burst forth

full-grown
from the mind of Zeus.

Nice.

He is the avatar of Vishnu.

He was sent to be the left hand

of Yahweh.

He was grown in a cabbage patch.

I'm trying to pose

a serious metaphysical question
here.

You want to be clever?

I can be clever.

Just a matter of time, DiNozzo.

Tracing the moves of LaCombe
and Taylor's squad, boss.

They returned from Iraq
three weeks ago,

arrived at Lejeune.

ZIVA:
No outgoing
e-mails,

no telephone calls, no visitors.

LaCombe?

Just, uh, one aunt
on the mother's side:

Janet LaCombe.

Lives in Stillwater,
Pennsylvania.

So I've heard.

ZIVA:
Abby lifted traces

of anthracite
off one of the splinters

we recovered.

It's like coal dust,
like you find in a coal mine.

Road trip.

DiNozzo.

On your six, boss.

Follow up with
the Taylor family.

But I...

On it.

(whispers):
Hate you.

Take lots of pictures.

Printed out directions, boss.

Yeah, I know how
to get there, McGee.

So when was the last time
you went home?

I make it a point to
go home every night.

Well, I mean, when was the last
time you went to Stillwater?

(sighs softly)

I'd just joined the Corps.

Summer '76.

What was it like when you left?

Oh.

Whole lot of fanfare.

Fireworks, parades...

Might have been
the bicentennial.

(marching band playing)

(grunting, gunshot)

(siren whooping)

Well, that didn't take long.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(dogs barking in distance)

You know, if you had
a little tennis ball buzz cut

instead of that salt and pepper,
you'd remind me of

this skinny little wise-ass
I used to know.

Why didn't you tell me
you was coming?

Not sure it's worth
your trouble.

Heard you was a Fed now.

Never imagined we'd end up
on the same side, huh?

(chuckles)

No.

No, never.

How you been, Ed?

After 30 years?

Well, let's see, um...

Remember Debbie Leonard?

Knocked her up.

Married,

kids.

My kid had a kid,

calls me Pappy.

You know how it goes.

Anything I can help you with?

Far as the police work goes.

I'll let you know.

You do that, Leroy.

Old friend?
(car door closes)

(engine starts)

Check with DiNozzo.

Find out how LaCombe's doing.

Boss, there a reason

you didn't call ahead?

Of course there is.

If someone around here
had a grudge to settle

with Ethan LaCombe,
why let them know we're coming?

Janet LaCombe?

Yes.

We need to talk to you
about your nephew.

About Ethan?

He's dead.

Uh, no, Miss LaCombe.

We didn't mean to give you
that impression.

Ethan is still alive.

He was badly injured

in an attack.

He's in a hospital
in Virginia currently.

Ethan's in a hospital?

Oh, my Lord.

I can't believe it.

I thought he died
four years ago.

Ethan's alive!

(beeping)

Afraid you're not going
to have much luck.

Occasionally, when
the wind is right,

you can get a signal.

Thank you.
(snaps phone shut)

Is there a public phone
around here I could use?

There's one in my store.

My name's Jackson.

Ziva.

Ziva.

Well, Ziva, it looks like

you dropped something.

Oh.
Uh-uh!

Oh!

Kind of tells a story,
doesn't it?

A $20 bill in your wallet
is just a piece of paper.

You put it on the ground and,

suddenly, it's full of wonder.

Context can change a thing.

That it can.

For instance, I'll bet, back in,

uh... Israel,

you were considered
a pretty girl.

You step one foot in my country

and, instantly,
you're an exotic beauty.

When did we start
talking about people?

Well, if the "I" in NCIS
is to be believed,

you're observant enough
to realize

that all this is a pretext

for engaging a young woman
in conversation.

McGEE:
Miss LaCombe,

we need to ask you
a few more questions

before you head to the hospital.
I'm sorry.

I'm just...

Ethan.

His mom... my sister...

She was a wild child.

We knew she'd die young.

Where was his father?

Who was his father?

Not exactly easy to narrow it
down, if you get my drift.

Boy took after his mother
regardless.

(chuckling):
Got into all sorts of trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Got in some fights, stole a car.

Did some time for that.

Blew out of here not too long
after he got out.

He have any enemies?

From around here?

Don't you get it?

The whole town thought
he was dead.

(car starts)

Boss, you think maybe
we've taken something

of a wrong turn?

Everyone in town thought
he was dead already.

Maybe he wanted it that way.

Word travels fast.

That it does.

When people actually
open their mouths

and speak with one another.

You don't call.

You don't write.

Were you going

to come by and say hi?

Hi... Jack.

Hi... Leroy.

Ziva, McGee.

Jackson Gibbs.

My father.

(taps key)
This is a pretty nice setup
you got here, Mr. Gibbs.

Jack.

You got to stay up
with technology, Tim.

Otherwise,

you concede to time
inch by inch.

Not that it's worth the while.

Is this Nepal?
Yeah.

(chuckling):
It was my 60th birthday,

and I climbed 13,000 feet.

I thought I'd give myself
a victory cigar,

forgetting how thin the air was,
and I passed out.

Next thing I know, a sherpa
was giving me mouth-to-mouth.

(laughs)
But I always make it
a point

to return home
after every adventure,

unlike some people I know.

Does he ever talk
about me... my boy?

I think I heard him refer
to you once as dead.

Uh, you probably
misheard him, McGee.

Think she's right.

Uh, I think
he probably said "Dad."

Well...

Hey, what...

what's the story on
that picture there?

That looks interesting.

It's the grand opening
of the store.

Me and LJ opened it after too
many close calls in the mines.

LJ?

LJ... Leroy Jethro.

(bell rings)

I-Is that the, uh,

gun you learned to shoot with?

No one was ever allowed
to touch that Winchester.

Yeah,

let that be a lesson
in parenting.

Tell a kid he can't have a rifle

and he grows up to be a sniper.

Can I get you
something to eat, Leroy?

Can't. Case.

Well, least I can help you
with that.

I had a few beers
with Ethan LaCombe.

Gee, I'm shocked.

Leroy could never see
the benefit of keeping

a six-pack on ice.

He'd spend all his time

out in the garage
working on some project.

We didn't even have
electricity out there.

I can see it.

One day, he blew all
his money on some wreck

that he picked up at a junkyard.

He was going to rebuild it
from the spark plugs up.

Never did get it running.

And where do you keep her?

I can't hang on
to every piece of junk.

No, just your junk.

(chuckles)

What were we talking about?

Ethan.

Ethan, yeah, yeah.

Good kid.

Little reckless.

Most people liked him.

Except Winslow up there.

Chuck Winslow?

Yeah, your old buddy.

Owns the Winslow Mining Company?

That's the one.

Ethan had a kind of a thing
for his daughter Emily.

Well, she married Nick Kingston.

That was before Ethan took
off for greener pastures.

Now, where are you going?
You're not going

to walk up there and start
accusing people, are you?

I thought I'd drive.

Leroy.

Leroy!

JACKSON:
Now, don't go doing
anything stupid.

(spits)

(train whistle blows
in distance)

If you're dead set on going

another round
with Chuck Winslow,

this is the least you can do.

You'd be amazed
what you can get done

with a kind word.

I'll show you.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

McGEE:
Uh, boss, we'll,
uh, we'll wait here.

I'll call Tony.
I'll call Abby.

What do you got, Abs?

I found three distinct
blood samples on LaCombe's ring.

One sample belongs to LaCombe,

but he definitely got
some punches in.

If we're really lucky, our bad
guys have some marks on them.

You heard anything?

From Hazzard County?
No, not yet.
(phone ringing)

Ooh.

Look, Bo.

There's our good ol' boy.
I got them.

Hey, Luke.

How's Uncle Jesse?

BOTH:
Gibbs has a father.

BOTH:
Tell me everything.
His name is Jackson.

He's a good talker.
He may have winked at me.

Gibbs is very different
around him.

Different how?
Different bad, different good?

He's like a teenager, sort of.

Okay, I'm coming.
I'm going. I'm leaving.

Me, too.
McGEE:
No, you can't,

not unless you've found a way

the people in town
might have thought

Ethan LaCombe was alive.

They thought he was dead?

TONY:
Wait, I have that.

I wrote that down.

Hang on, I found it.

Here. See, look,
that's a video link.

Type that in and,

and, uh...

Yeah, there.

There it is.

You see him?
ZIVA:
This is from Iraq?

TONY:
Yeah, that's him.

LaCombe was tagged
in the video's content.

Just posted
before his squad came home.

I'm impressed with
your Internet savvy, Tony.

How'd you
find that?
I used Google.

Not so impressive; Gibbs
probably could have done that.

What?

Where is Gibbs?

JACKSON:
Haven't you forgotten something?

(doorbell rings)

How you doing, Nick?

Hey, Jack.

This is my son Leroy,

an old friend
of your father-in-law's.

No, come on in,

Leroy.

Did I hear someone say Leroy?

Stop the presses.

Got a new headline.

"Local boy makes good."

Not as good as you, Chuck.

Oh, that's kind of you to say.

Just hard work and sweat...

mostly other peoples'.

Sit.

Let's crack this bottle.

(chuckles)

Emily, let me help you
with that.

Oh, that's woman's work, Jack.

Take a load off.

Bring us some glasses,
would you, sweetheart?

Sure, Daddy.

Ah.

"Home is the sailor,
home from the sea."

So the poem goes.

Here you go.

No offense. I know you're
a Marine through to the bone.

(chuckling):
What brings you back?

Another Marine... Ethan LaCombe.

(Emily gasps quietly)

Must be a night
for raising the dead.

Haven't heard
that boy's name in years.

He's not dead.

Really?

Well, rumor was, uh,
he drowned in, in Alaska.

What was it, hon?
Fishing.

He had

that mean streak in him.
What do you call it?

Uh, thrill-seeker, death wish?

(chuckles)

Just shows to go you can't
always get what you want.

Leroy is just doing
some background research,

all very standard.

NCIS insists you,

you beat all the bushes.

Particularly with murder.

WINSLOW:
Murder?

You said the boy was alive.

Yeah, he is.
His friend isn't.

We're still looking
for a motive.

Hmm.
Well, we,

we haven't seen Ethan
since he lit out of here, uh...

What was it then?
Six years ago?

You know,

he tried to run off
with my girl,

but she came to her senses.

No, Ethan was the wrong boy
for my daughter.

She chose the right man.

So what kind of clues
you following, Sherlock?

Blood.

Attackers left traces
on his ring.

His ring?
Yeah.

Class ring.

Just like that.

Huh.

That's odd;
Ethan never graduated

high school.

This isn't exactly the kind

of after-dinner conversation
I expected,

Chuck.

No, no, no, no.

(chuckles)

I'm interested.

Tell me about the blood.
Well, it can be used

to convict a suspect.

Or rule somebody out, of course.

And you got a reason to believe

there's a suspect around here?

Not yet.

BOY:
Daddy, Daddy.

Oh, hey, there, buddy.

This is my son Chris.

Chris, you're getting awful big.

How old are you now?
He's, uh,

he's five.

Five and three-quarters.

(chuckling)
That's right,
big guy.

Thanks for the drink.

Come here, sweetie.

Chuck.

JACKSON:
Everybody's always lying
to you all the time.

Can't you ever take things
as you see 'em?

I see people lying to me.

You were such a happy child.

Boss, I talked to Tony and Abby.

Boss?

You make them call you that?

He's not a...

Are you a boss, Leroy?

Blood traces from LaCombe's ring

will help us ID
two of his attackers.

As far as how they found him,

LaCombe's squad in Iraq made
a video and put it on the Net.

ZIVA:
It was posted
a month ago,

and already has almost
half million hits.

It's a lot of data

to sift through, but I can

tell who's seen it.

JACKSON:
You can do that?

You can tell everything
I've been looking at?

What have you been looking at?

None of your business.

McGEE:
See, using, uh,

service-provider accounts,

I can cross-reference

the static IPs...

McGee... I'm tired.

I can conclusively say

that this video has been viewed
from the Winslows' home account.

Someone in that house knew
Ethan LaCombe was still alive.

Well, you see, anybody
could have found that. I mean,

anybody could have known
how to find him.

It could have been anyone.

But they lied to me about it.

♪ ♪

Yeah. It's good coffee.

Yeah, I know.

(entrance bell tinkles)

Morning, Gibbs.

Gibbses.

(entrance bell tinkles)

Corporal LaCombe briefly
regained consciousness,

but, uh,

he has no memory of the attack.

Tony's trying
to secure a court order

for the Winslow family.

To take blood samples,
financial records.

Who is this Tony?

He will be driving up
this afternoon.

So, how's it go?
You line up people

you don't like and
make them give you blood?

It's not personal.

Sure, it is.

One of those guys

put that kid in the hospital
killed his friend.

Yeah, and you know this how?

I can feel it.
Feelings.

That sounds very personal to me.

I do this for a living.

Some living.

Just to let you feel superior
to everybody else.

What do you want me to do?

Why do you say you think
they're responsible?

How about getting
some more evidence first?

How about that?

How about DNA?

I thought everything
was DNA now.

It's a shame.

I was really
starting to like him.

Me, too.

And Gibbs sure is

bending over backwards
to accommodate him.

He needs to be himself.

(train whistle blowing,
bells clanging)

Can I help you folks?
Sure you want
to make that offer?

Depends on what
you're looking for.

Anything that may
carry traces of DNA.

This Dumpster is on a public
access road, so we are able...

And willing.

To go through it.

Looking for treasures like

this.

Does that bother you?

Yeah, it's a...

It's a little off-putting.

Here. Let me help.

I appreciate

you making an effort
not to tear the town apart.

You give people a chance,
they might surprise you.

That's what worries me.

(laughs)

Tell me about this investigator
thing of yours.

We haven't talked
since you started it.

It's $1.75.

In fact,

we haven't talked since

the funeral.

I adored that wife of yours.

And I adored that child, too.

Always figured it was Shannon

that sent me
the Christmas cards.

(pricing gun clicking)

Well, it's like what you do.

What, selling groceries?

No.

You like to tell a story.

Well, I've been known
to spin a yarn or two.

Yeah, most of mine start
with a dead body.

You look into how they got

that way,
they come back to life.

Two and a quarter.

Meet the people they knew.

You see what they try
to show you.

You read what they try to hide.

People come in here
all the time.

Tell me their life stories
at the drop of a hat.

What are they trying to hide?

Insecurity.

Need assurance their life

means something.

Leroy...

what did I do at the funeral?

You mean, other
than showing up with a date?

(sighs)

I always thought
that your mom and I

had a love story for the ages.

I never regretted
giving up the skies,

working underground
every day in the mines.

I wanted to give you
that white, picket-fence dream.

And you did.

But you see...

things did not work out
between your mom and me.

When she died,

I know how mad that made you.

I know how

you hated me
for getting on with my life.

I saw the look in your face.

How you wanted vengeance.

And that look

went away when you met Shannon,

but it came back quick
after they died.

I knew what that meant.

You were gonna find someone
to take it out on.

Didn't matter what I said.

It never did.

What do you see now?

(entrance tinkles)

JACKSON:
Well, Chuck.

Ed.

I've got some complaints
to register

on behalf of my employees.

You've been sifting
through their trash.

GANTRY:
I told you

to come to me

if you needed anything.

You did.

I will.

WINSLOW:
Be civilized,

Leroy.

You ask me, I think
this is about a grudge.

I got Ethan LaCombe's
juvenile record unsealed.

That car he stole

belonged to you.

The arrest report was written

by Ed here.

You made sure he did time.

(sighs)

We are law-abiding citizens.

I can't tolerate
that kind of behavior.

You just couldn't
get rid of him.

You want to settle the score?

Why don't we handle it like men?

(laughs)

I know
how you two handle things.

(grunting)

Get off him!

Get off of me!

(grunting)

Hold him, Ed.

(grunting)

(gunshot)
JACKSON:
That's enough!

(cocks gun chamber)

Next time,
when your daddy's not around,

I'm gonna kill you.

Next time, when your
buddy's not around,

Chuck, I'm gonna kill you.

Sure you want
to pick this fight?

Wasn't my choice.

(entrance bell tinkles)

(entrance bell tinkles)

(paper rustling)

You feel that?

What? Week-old bananas?

No.

We are being watched.

Hmm.

How do you do that?

Hi. You must be Emily.

You're with Agent Gibbs.

Mm-hmm.

Here about... Ethan.

You know him?
We were very...

close...

before he left.

Those feelings do not
go away overnight.

No. They don't.

I found him on the Internet.

The video of his squad?

You never believed he was dead?

I didn't want to.

But I was starting to...

(voice breaking):
I just wanted to
talk to him again.

I made some calls.

He was my best friend.

Is that all?

Yes.

Emily, who knew?

(car door closes)

You want to get off my property?

Are we finished here, McGee?

Finished.

Okay.

Well, boss, we got a load
of garbage in the car.

I'm sure Abby will have a field
day sifting through it for...

DNA.

And we found out
who saw the video.

It was Emily.
There a reason

you're not on the road, McGee?

Listen, boss, I-I understand

that you're treating
this case differently.

Some might say with kid gloves.

But not me.
I wouldn't say that.

Boss, you're gonna start busting
in doors at some point, right?

Dragging people out
in handcuffs.

Tossing 'em in a room,

lean on 'em till they break.

Personally, I think
it works for you.

Yesterday you thought
I'd made a wrong turn.

Well, that was yesterday.

Today I'm not
moving fast enough.

I didn't mean to...

Want to frontload complaints
for tomorrow, McGee,

or do I have to wait
until the sun comes up?

(loud explosion)
McGEE:
What was that?

(entrance tinkles)

JACKSON:
Jethro? Jethro?!

Everybody okay?

Yeah, fine.

McGEE:
All of our evidence
was in there.

ZIVA:
What now?

All right, let's do it your way.

Agh. Oh, God.

(grunts)

Hi, guys.

Pass a lot of Volkswagen Beetles
on your way up?

Abby cheats at punch-buggy.

I know.

What does it look like?

Like someone stuffed a rag

in a gas tank and lit the fuse.

ZIVA:
And toasted our DNA.

Where's Gibbs?

Waiting for you inside.

ABBY:
I'll get my gear.

What about Senior?

All right.

Hello?
Hi, I'm...

GIBBS:
DiNozzo,
court order.

Ah... Winslow Residence,

Winslow Mine,
including employees.

Nick Kingston...

Emily Kingston...

Chris Kingston.

You got a court order
for a five-year-old?

Five-and-three-quarter.

Have Abby set up here.

We'll bring her evidence.

Give me...

Ah.

Take Ziva and McGee to the mine.

I got the residence.

Oh, we got a problem.

Uh, only one car.

I got a car.

426 Hemi.

R/T suspension package,
just the way you wanted it.

Right down to the color.

Are we gonna stand here staring,

or are we gonna get going?

That's right.

I said "we."

(keys jangling)

(tires screeching)

(engine roaring)

(murmuring)

Well, hey, there.

You Nick Kingston?

Now what are you looking for?

I got a court order here

to take your blood.

Your employees, too.

You're gonna make us?

Well, yeah, Nick, that's what
the little piece of paper's for.

I hope I'm not
interrupting dinner.

Now, that's the man I remember.

Just bust in before you know
what's going on.

I know.

What do you know?

EMILY:
Daddy?

You okay?

It's nothing, sweetheart.

Go back upstairs.

Well, you really didn't want
Ethan around your daughter.

You give him the same
threat you gave me?

Well, the boy was smart enough
to stay gone.

Not forever.

Emily found him.

So I went after him?

No, no, no, that's
not the way you work.

You'd get somebody
else to do it.

Hello, Ed.
Jack.

Got a report of a
disturbance up here.

A lot of that going on tonight.

Too much.

Why don't we sit this one out?

Come back for blood.

That's got some poetry
to it, Leroy.

Yeah.

What's it gonna tell me, Chuck?

(entrance bell tinkles)

JACKSON:
Well, I'm glad
that went smooth.

Can't even remember where I keep
the shells for this thing.

McGEE:
Boss, according

to the time cards
from the Winslow offices,

these two were
working in the mines

on Friday.

Notice the signatures?

But according to their blood...

What do you got, Abbs?

I'm just double-checking
my results.

It's a wonder.

Well, it's more accurate

to match DNA from a blood sample

at a crime scene to
a source than it is

to create an entire profile,

but in a pinch.

I narrowed it down by type;

then I centrifuged the samples

to separate serum
for electrophoresis.

It's not that complicated, Jack.

Well, I mean,

it's a wonder that Leroy
gets any work done

surrounded by such
beautiful women.

Are you always this awkward
around girls?

So, these two are the samples

taken from the crime scene
and the ring.

These guys attacked
LaCombe and Taylor.

ABBY:
Now, the
other sample

is LaCombe's.

Here's where it gets
interesting.

See these dark markers
here and here?

Bisalbuminemia.

What does that mean?

Well, it's a genetically
inherited blood anomaly.

They also appear in this sample.

The owner of this sample
is related to LaCombe.

Father and son?

Yep.

I guess you were right
about people hiding things.

Ed's locking up those two boys
from the mine.

For killing Taylor.

Trying to kill Ethan.

He'll live.

I thought you'd want to know

since he's family.

What do you mean?

Blood relative.

I knew it.

Nick...

Chris is his son.
I always knew it.

No.

I was already pregnant
when he got out of prison.

It broke his heart,

but he didn't want
to tear apart our family.

You won.

You gave him your ring.

But I never slept with him.

I swear.

I don't believe you.

Well, you should.

Chris is your son.

And Ethan is yours.

Dad?

I couldn't let the two of you...

brother and sister.

Now you know.

Why didn't you ever say so?

It would have meant
acknowledging an heir

to your fortune.

You sent them after Ethan?

I've done a lot of things
in my life, but...

Even you wouldn't try
to kill your own son.

You signed the time cards

for those two miners.

They weren't there,

but you knew where
they really were.

DiNOZZO:
Get up.

(sobbing):
Why couldn't you
ever just believe me?

(door opens)

(door closes)

Shotgun.
Shotgun.

Called it first.
Called it first.

What?

DiNOZZO:
Jack, I just, uh...

I mean, I... I don't want
to be intrusive.

ABBY:
It was so nice

to meet you.

She is a hugger.

Fantastic.

(chuckling)

DiNOZZO:
Uh, Jack, I...
I just...

I gotta know some things.

I got a lot of questions.

You can have two, DiNozzo.

Where do I start?

You got one left.

Well, that doesn't count,
'cause that...

Okay... the rules.

Did he learn them from you?

I mean, did you teach him
all the rules?

I'm sorry, son.

I didn't teach him
much of anything.

He taught me to drive.

Oh, no, boss, not backseat,
middle hump.

I... I got that...
that thing we talked about.

Take them.

It's just cluttering up
the garage.

DiNOZZO:
You're a great man,
Jackson Gibbs.

Thanks for the sweater.

(sighing):
Well...

I know you hate it
when I use a hundred words

when a couple will do.

But give us a call sometime.

It's the least I could do.

Good-bye, son.

Bye, Dad.

(engine purring)

(railroad crossing bell ringing)

("Lost" intro playing)

♪ Summer turned to winter ♪

♪ And the snow,
it turned to rain ♪

♪ And the rain turned into tears
upon your face ♪

(whooshing)

♪ I hardly recognize
the girl you are today ♪

♪ And God,
I hope it's not too late ♪

♪ Mm... it's not too late... ♪

What were you and those
guys fighting about?

Oh...

I don't even remember.

You should stop.

♪ Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Are you waiting
for the train, too?

♪ I said, babe,
you're not lost ♪

We could sit together.

I don't know. It's a long ride.

But I guess you're
not a lumberjack.

No.

Well, I have a rule.

It's either rule #1 or #3.

Never date a lumberjack.

You got a rule for everything?

Working on it.

Everyone needs a code
they can live by.

What's your name?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

I'm just gonna call you Gibbs.

You can call me
anything you want.

♪ And babe, you're not lost ♪

I'm Shannon.

(train passing)

♪ When the world's
crashing down ♪

♪ And you can't bear the cross ♪

♪ I said, babe,
you're not lost. ♪