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I'm investigating the
murder of Pedro Hernandez.

-You think it was Gibbs?
-Yes.

I turned over my rifle.

What?

I gave my rifle to Macy.

Good luck with
everything. I'm done.

If you move forward with
this, my life with be over.

My JAG contact felt

I didn't have sufficient
evidence to pursue this further.

Gibbs must've just been
making up stories, huh?

You are suspended indefinitely.

I'll be here as interim SAC.

Mikey,
it's me. It's your brother.

Maybe you could
give me some advice

for getting on track
to-to being SAC.

Talk like that makes me question

whether you should be
in the field at all.

Diane. You want to give
me the tour or what?

This is
a story I don't tell.

The story of her.

Without Lala,
the days went by slow.

Without her, the team
wasn't what it used to be.

Without her, we had Wheeler.

His suspension could
only last so long,

so Regional Director Barrett

demoted him and stuck him
back in the field with us.

Franks wasn't adjusting
to the change very well.

Thing is, it wasn't just
Lala we were missing.

Randy was officially
on desk duty,

thanks to the doubts he raised
about being in the field.

His job was to type
all the case files

from storage into the computer.

But the minute he started,

Randy knew he needed
off that desk.

Risk or not, he was made
to be a field agent.

But Barrett said there
was no hard evidence

to support that.

So, Randy's only escape

was his old yellow boombox.

Speaking of escaping,

there was a lot of
that going around.

We weren't solving
cases as quick,

suspects were getting away.

There was a drug house
called the Roach House.

We went there five times in
two months to shut it down.

Still couldn't get the job done.

The job wasn't
right without her.

And home wasn't much better.

Franks had Gary Callahan
sleep over most nights.

The place still felt
empty without Tish.

He tried a few times
to talk things through

with his brother
Mason on the phone,

but it always ended up with
someone getting hung up on.

Don't look
at me like that.

It's more complicated
than you think.

I got my
rifle back from Lara Macy,

but I didn't know Lala
was the reason why.

I took it out now and
then to maintain it,

keep my mind busy since
therapy was a crock,

and I still didn't know what
to build with the wood I got.

I tried to keep my mind
busy at the office, too.

Wheeler took over Lala's desk.

I didn't like it, but

I just tried to keep my
head down and do the work.

I looked at every victim.

Looked at them hard.

Looked at them until
they became my brother,

my sister, my mother,

my father,

until all I could
think about was them,

instead of thinking about
what happened in that pool.

The neighbors never knew about

how Lala used to sneak
into their pool to swim.

The neighbors only knew that,
one day, a few months back,

a nice young woman asked
permission to use it.

Muscle of her left
thigh was crushed,

collapsed lung,

traumatic brain injury.

That's what she was
working to overcome.

According to her,

the rehab the hospital
gave her wasn't enough...

...so she started
working on her own.

A lot of long nights, too.

She pushed herself to the limit

as long as she could take it.

Because all she cared about
was getting back to work...

...so we wouldn't have
to be without her.

♪ Ah. ♪

I am telling you respectfully,
sir, this team ain't working.

Well, sounds like
a problem of leadership.

Leadership, my ass.

Pardon my French, sir, but
Cliff Wheeler's got no business

being out in the field.
Tell him, probie.

-Gibbs!
-Yeah.

Yeah. Trading Wheeler for
Randy would be better.

-100%.
-Look, you two come in here

whining like it's gonna
mean something, but I got

zero hard evidence

telling me to reassign
Wheeler or Randolf.

You want evidence?

We just came from
the Roach House.

-Fourth time in two months.
-Fifth.

They still pedaling
dope to our boys?

Yeah, and every
time, half them jokers

run right out the door thanks
to Wheeler's shenanigans.

All right, look, he
got his ass in a bind

heading up this office,
I will give you that,

but before that, you
don't make SAC without

a hell of a field
record, Franks.

Yeah, but you lose
your instincts

sitting on a desk that long.

He's out there talking like a
jackass, handling his weapon

-like a halfwit.
-And the IBS.

You add that to the
man's angry bowels,

he's a walking hazard
out there, sir.

Sir, I want the record

to show that the fiasco
at the Roach House

this afternoon was not my fault.

Yeah.

Just give him his old desk back.

He's good at stuff up here, sir.

I concur,
sir, I feel that I have

more than done my
penance, and the word is,

Regional C.O. is
clamoring to have you

-back at your post.
-Excuse me, sir.

The classified Pre-Embargo
Cuban Report you requested.

Oh, thank you, darling.

Sir.

Sir, I realize that
you want hard evidence,

but frankly, you are wasting
Randolf's talents at that desk.

Rando's a people person.

And I am an "upstairs
office" person.

Mary Jo.

Was Barrett looking at
my butt on the way out?

Uh, don't know. I-Is that, uh...

You know what that report
was, the one I gave him?

Statistics on the
availability of rare cigars.

That sleazebag is a waste

of my typewriter ribbon.

The more papers you hand him,

the more important
he thinks he is.

-What?
-Any cases come in?

No, baby. Slow day.

Well, what's that?

This? Background on
a missing Marine.

Sorry, honey,
you can't take it.

Dalton Basement already started
working on it a half-hour ago.

Something to put your brain on,

so you don't have to think
about other stuff, huh?

I'll tell Dalton I
screwed up the rotation.

Thank you.

Marine's name is PFC Thomas
Meyers. 19 years old.

He was late for dinner.
His mother called it in.

Tommy has never missed

a dinner with me. Never.

Something's not right.

Is there anyone
else he could be with?

No.

Not besides the list I gave you.

I'm sorry, I-I-I've
kept you way too long.

You were so kind
to stop by before.

No, you haven't kept
me too long, ma'am.

I just...

Tommy has a huge
heart, you know?

He loves everyone.
He's trusting.

He's really trusting,

and that scares me.

Please just call me
when you know anything.

I will.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs.

-Was that the mother again?
-Mm.

-Come back to bed.
-Mm.

I'm working.

I see that.

What's the thing?

I've seen you do, what,
like, four cases now?

Every time, there's
something in it

that makes it impossible
for you to look away.

What's the thing with this one?

Your missing Marine.

I knew guys like this
when I was in the Corps.

Great guy, not
the most talented.

It ain't easy being Marine.

Guys like this would get bullied
until someone stepped in.

Something tells me
you were that someone.

I'll make some coffee.

You know Janet? She said to me,

"Diane, this guy you're dating,
all he cares about is work."

You know how Janet
is, on and on.

Ugh.

And I said, "Yeah,
he gets these cases,

and he shuts out everything
else to solve them."

I said to her, "I
love that about him.

It's heroic."

You're gonna bring
that Marine home...

...'cause you're not gonna
look away until it's done.

Just like always.

I love that about you.

No, sir. No,
there's no bullying,

no hazing.

I don't allow that type
of thing in my team

with Meyers or anyone.

I'm sorry.

I wish I knew something
that could help.

All right.

-Do me a favor.
-Yeah.

-Give me a call if you hear anything.
-Yes, sir.

Morning, probie.
Kowalski brought bread.

-I made you some toast.
-Private First Class Thomas Meyers.

19 years old.

Been missing since
1700 yesterday.

I just talked with his
team leader, Corporal Wade.

He confirmed that Meyers was
day-one of a one-week leave.

I combed through everything
I could last night,

and I've got calls out to all

-the proper channels.
-He ain't even gone 24 hours.

How does your lady friend feel
about you staying up all night

on a case that isn't
even a case yet?

It doesn't matter how
many hours it's been.

"Compelling oddity."

That's the bar for opening
a case, right, boss?

Meyers missed a planned
dinner with his mother.

She said that never happens.

He's a terrible Marine.

Low marks in proficiency,
but he makes up for it

with his conduct scores.

Friends call him kind, funny.

His high school girlfriend says
they broke up two years ago.

He still checks in
on her grandfather.

Well, he's probably just
trying to bed her again.

Cliff could be
right on that one.

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Feel it, feel it ♪

♪ Feel the vibration ♪

♪ It's
such a good vibration... ♪

Randolf! Quit prancing around.
We're trying to work over here.

Sorry, sir. It's-it's
"Good Vibrations."

I can't help myself.

It's all right. Them
Beach Boys get me, too.

-It's the other "Good Vibrations."
-I swear to God,

this song is a revelation.

I got the cassette single.

Even when nothing in
the world is right,

Marky Mark makes
you feel so good.

His last name's Mark, and
his mama named him Marky?

His brother's in New Kids.
He's the bad boy, Donnie.

-Donnie Mark?
-No, Donnie Wahlberg.

-They have different fathers?
-No, it's a stage name.

Who picks Wahlberg
as a stage name?

Guys, PFC Meyers. He has a car.

It was left in the barracks lot.

Roommate said, when Meyers
left, he looked anxious.

Said he was going to the range.

Skeet 'n Trap?

No. I called every
firing range in the area.

-No sign of him.
-The range.

You know, I-I read about a place
they're calling "The Range."

It was in one of these
cases I typed in.

-We crossed over with 29 Palms.
-Firing range?

No, it's like a compound-type
place, middle of nowhere.

I want to say the
Palomar Mountain ar...

Oh, here we go.

"Though unsubstantiated,
The Range is rumored to be

"a compound of
lawless inhabitants

who hunt and kill
humans for sport."

Ugh.

Marky Mark must've made me block
out the whole hunting part.

I'll see if I can
get a location.

Shoot.

It's overheating.

Uh, give me, like,
eight to 12 minutes.

Yeah. Or I... Here, I'll-I'll
find it in the files.

Franks, I
gave Herm the address to The Range.

He's en route to you all
with Gary Callahan. Over.

10-4, Mary Jo.

We're just getting
here now. Out.

You can go ahead and stop there.

-What's that?
-Said stop there.

-What do you want?
-NIS.

You boys know a fella
named Thomas Meyers?

He's probably in
civilian clothes.

Good for him. We don't know him.

Okay, son, the attitude
isn't necessary.

-Step aside, we need to take a look inside.
-Cliff, I'm handling this.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

I'm Abe Pruitt.

I would love to take a look at
your warrant, if you have one.

Just a friendly visit.

Mr. Pruitt, if you'll step
this way, we have a few ques...

-Cliff.
-Hey, I'll step anywhere you'd like,

but you don't have the right
to search the residence.

Now, Stanley and
Poe here told you

your Marine isn't inside.

Afraid that means
we haven't seen him.

Thing is, we've been
hearing some pretty crazy stories.

"The Range."

That what boys you call
this place, isn't it?

There's a lot of unoccupied land
outside of our property line.

You're more than welcome to
take a look around out there.

Probie.

You got something?

Yeah.

The hell are these bastards
doing to people out here?

We need to search the compound.

We got probable cause now.

We also got Wheeler.

Can't take him in there.
He's a damn hazard.

Spotted y'all from the road.

Stay there with Gary.
There's snares out here.

Now, keep him in the car.

Keep him in the car.
There's snares out here.

Good boy. Good boy.

Mary Jo filled me in. Figured
I'd hitch a ride over.

You're back?

Yeah.

Yeah, copy that. Out.

Probie. Dominguez is
back, you see that?

Yeah, I was just, uh...

I radioed Doc Tango.
He's on his way.

-Meyers had that stuff on him?
-Marine navigation kit.

You think he was out here
looking for something?

The notebook is missing.

Dominguez looks strong.

Even better than she
did two weeks ago, huh?

I haven't seen her
since the hospital.

You ain't been stopping
by to check in on her?

Little inconsiderate, ain't it?

-Wheeler going in there with us?
-No.

I asked Herm to take
him and Gary Callahan

back to the office.

Don't want Gary out there
getting caught up in them traps,

and Dominguez back, Wheeler's
an unnecessary liability.

You think Barrett'll
put him back upstairs?

Good Lord willing and
the creek don't rise.

First day back. Maybe
she should stay outside.

Yeah, maybe.

I hope you
guys aren't talking

about me staying outside.

'Cause that's not happening.

-NIS.
-Everybody step outside.

-Let's go. Everybody step outside.
-NIS.

Open the doors. Everybody
step out in the hall, please.

Ma'am, NIS. I need you to
step out of the room, please.

Need you to move
everybody to one area,

so I can question them.

Bedrooms all
the way down, boss.

Stanley, gather everyone
into the nursery, please.

How many kids you
got living here?

It's not that kind of nursery.

-Everyone follow me.
-Let's go.

-Federal agent. Open the door.
-Follow me, please.

These plants are
native to California,

each and every one of them.

Y'all, what, sell
them to landscapers?

Yeah, but it's more
than transactional.

Developers, they come in,
they plant thirsty lawns,

ornamental imports.

We're repopulating the land
with what should be here.

What always was.

Y'all got to live
together to do that?

Developers pushed
us out of our homes.

Made our lives hell until
we gave in and sold low,

so we came out here and
made this place our own.

That's a sad story,
but I got a Marine

hanging from a tree
out there that says

the rumors about
this place are true.

People do disappear out here,

but it's because
they hear about us.

They stay to earn a
living, to belong.

Started with eight of
us who were displaced.

Now, we take in anyone
who needs a job or a home.

That ain't what I'm asking.

No one here had anything
to do with your Marine

being caught in that
snare, Agent Franks.

No one.

We keep them
locked up in here.

No other firearms on site?

We got another shotgun up in the
tower in case of emergencies.

The phone lines are
hit or miss out here.

We do get people trying
to break in sometimes.

Usually, the police
scanners just tell us

the cops ain't coming to help.

Hey.

Guard from outside,
he doesn't look right.

You finish up with her.
I'll see what he knows.

I got him.

You out there a lot?

You seen anything going
on in those woods?

People move signs out
there for target practice.

Wilson & Barnes signs.

People hate them 'cause they
keep putting up fancy houses

and pushing the coyotes our way.

Is that what the snares are for?

She lost her leg to a coyote.

Pretty sure it was that one.

We'll skin it later.

So you know, it's
common land out there.

Lots of people put up
traps, not just us.

You should tell your
friends to be careful.

You can take a
picture if you want.

Hey. Uh, sorry. I
didn't know you were...

You need something?

No, I...

I just notified Meyers' mother,

and it was, uh...

Sometimes, when
you weren't here...

...I'd come down here and...

Uh...

I don't know.

How's the interrogating?

I thought, with me
and Randy out...

You still haven't done
any interrogations?

Not officially
in the room, no.

Look, I don't...

I don't want to
make it weird, but

Randy told me about, uh...

...Diana.

So...

It's good.

I'm happy for you.

-It's... it's Diane.
-Oh.

Randy said it was Diana.

I've told him a million
times it's Diane,

but his new haircut lady
is Diana, so he keeps

messing it up and...

How are you feeling?

How's the leg?

Good.

Great.

-We could get a rolling chair in here and...
-I'm good.

These are dry if you want to...

Yeah.

Randy said you've
been super-focused

on the cases, looking
at the pictures.

Meyers wasn't wearing any shoes.

Where do you think they went?

I'll look into it.

Yeah. Um...

Cause of death was a
pretty messed-up chain of events.

Come on, chief. Ain't it always?

In this case, it was a
very particular chain.

First thing, he's
running, shot from behind.

His left heel gets clipped

when his foot is up, mid-stride.

The same bullet hit the
back of his left thigh.

Bam. Hits the femoral artery.

Sometime after that, he
gets caught in the snare.

Lost a couple of fingernails

trying to claw
his way out of it,

but ultimately, he bled out.

-You get the bullet?
-Right here.

-.22 caliber.
-Sorry I'm late.

I had to pick up a prescription.

-What did I miss?
-Barrett didn't put you back upstairs?

No hard evidence.

Oh, and just so you know,

before I left the crime scene

with Herm, I picked
up some garbage.

Great.

Good to see you, probie.

Lenora, as we went over in
extreme detail last time,

I am not a probie.

I heard what you said,

but you are new here,
so you are a probie.

No, I'm Special Agent in Charge.

Right now?

Okay, probie, um, would you like

to read the file, or shall
I start from the top?

Mike, get in here. I
want you to have a look at this.

Lacerations from the snare here.

Bullet nick here.

See this rash?

Something bit him?

From the looks of it, no.

We sent a swab to Woody.

Could be some sort
of topical irritant,

but what it is or why it's
contained to this area,

I don't know.

Gail.

Gail, can you pick
up a dang end here?

I got it, Mary Jo, please.

Let me use my muscles.

-Where do you want it?
-I'm moving it for Wheeler.

He can't be at Lala's
desk with Lala back.

You know,

I'm so, so pumped
that Lala's back,

but you got to wonder.

-Wonder what?
-Things. I mean,

she must feel like she has a
lot of pressure coming back,

'cause she already felt
that way just being a woman.

And Gibbs,

I think he, like, really likes
Lala, like love-likes her,

if I'm picking up on
it right, but then,

she almost died,

and how can he take someone

he cares that much
about dying again,

so he started dating
Diana 'cause it was safer,

and now, Lala's back,

and I heard him say he wants
to get her a rolling chair

for the dark room, but
that's, like, the last thing

that Lala wants 'cause
she doesn't want to be

rolling around in a
chair looking weak,

and I think that
chair might be, like,

a ticking time bomb,
you know what I mean?

Baby, that's a whole lot
of words, even for you.

You need to get
off that computer.

Randy, I tried.

Marky Mark does not
make me feel good.

Hey, where's Franks?

ME's office. What do you need?

Sit. Before we left the scene,

Wheeler went around
picking up garbage,

anything he could
find in the area.

Thought it might
give us something.

This is Meyers' shirt.

Go on, boy.

Search. Go on, boy. Show them.

What is
that? Thumbtack?

Yeah. According to Gary,

at some point,

Meyers had it in his pocket,

-or he was holding it.
-Why would he be

out in the middle of
nowhere holding a tack?

-Corporal Wade.
-What?

Meyers' team leader.

We need to get him back in here.

He lied to me.

Corporal Wade, looks
like we got a misunderstanding

-on our hands.
-I told you everything I know...

What's going on?

-Where were you?
-Back at the scene.

No sign of Meyers' shoes. His
mom said he owned a bunch,

and she didn't know which
ones he was wearing.

Who's this?

Meyers' team
leader, Corporal Wade.

Poster boy.

And what's he doing there?

Meyers had land
navigation tools on him.

Wheeler found a tack
out in the woods,

had Meyers' scent on it.

And the tack means what, Gibbs?
I can't read your damn mind.

The Corporal told
me there was no hazing

for Meyers' low proficiency.
I think he lied.

I think he took
Meyers out there,

gave him the grid point
where the tack was,

told him to use his
skills to find it.

My team leader did
it with a pen cap.

You never did it because
it was combat training...

You didn't think to loop
me in on any of this?

-I didn't know where you were.
-I was on the radio.

You shouldn't have gone back
alone. There's snares out there.

-Where you going?
-Going in.

...Marine
Corps is rough, sir,

but I would never do anything

to hurt one of my guys.

Yeah, I know
that script, too.

Look familiar?

Found these navigation
tools out by The Range.

Next words out of your mouth
best be the truth, son.

You took him out to
them woods, didn't you?

Agent Dominguez.

-Did you take him out there?
-You took off his shoes.

-What?
-You took off his shoes.

You had him out
there in his socks

-to make it harder on him.
-No, no, I didn't.

-I didn't take off...
-What happened with the snare?

Things got heated,
you grabbed your .22.

What was it, a handgun, a rifle?

"No man left behind."

You are a Marine!

You are supposed to
be upholding that!

But you didn't, did you?

You left Meyers out there!

You left him out
there, didn't you?

-Didn't you? You left him?
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

I was trying to teach him.

I wrote the grid point
of the tack in his book

and I told him not to come
back until he found it.

So, yes, I left him.

But I didn't take his shoes,

and I didn't have a weapon.

I figured he'd
give up on the tack

and-and hitch a ride home.

I thought he was
probably on his way back

when you guys called
me in the first time.

Wait, why are you
asking me about weapons?

I... What did he
say I did to him?

He was murdered.

We think he had the tack
on him, and he dropped it.

He called me.

He-he called me from
somewhere out there.

What'd he say?

He said he found the tack and
I should come pick him up.

I-I didn't believe him.

It was Meyers, I didn't
think there was any...

...any way that he
would find it, so I...

I told him to go back
out and look some more.

Where did the call come from?

I-I don't know.

I-I don't know.

Hey.

Look at me.

Is there anything
you can remember

about where he was calling from?

I left him.

It's my fault this happened.

It's my fault.

About
what? About what?

About what?

Lala. Lala.

Good luck with everything.

I'm done. I'm done.

Phone company says
they can do a trace,

-but it'll take a week.
-You're talking about

the phone the victim used
to call his corporal?

-Yes.
-How many times you gonna ask us that, Cliff?

Okay,

here's where Meyers
was dropped off,

here's where his body was found,

and here's where
he lost the tack.

Wide open spaces.

Can't be too many
phones out there.

I'll have you know

not one of you gave me
kudos for finding that tack.

Not one. All right,
I can't do this.

This desk is too small for me.

-Yeah, I think you fit perfect.
-Hey.

Randolf. You're switching
desks with me. Move your stuff.

I don't have room for
my boombox over there.

All right. That was Woodrow.
He's got something to show us.

Probie, a week's too
long to wait on a trace.

Take Dominguez. Start
back at the compound,

sweep the area, find out where
Meyers made that call from.

Uh, boss, maybe Lala
should go to forensics

-and you and I should head out...
-Why?

-Your leg hurting you?
-No.

-Your head?
-How about I'll let you guys know if I'm ailing in any way?

Sounds good to me.

-I'm with you to forensics.
-No.

Woody don't like the
way you look at him.

-Oh, God...
-Plus,

I want to give you some
alone time to think.

You're good at
thinking alone, Cliff.

Figure out a way to get your ass

back upstairs, and Rando
back with me, will you?

Barrett wants hard evidence. I
don't even know what that means.

Means he likes paper.

Rando, with me.

But I'm not supposed to leave.

Cliff, you got any
interest in telling Barrett

Rando's taking a ride?

Didn't think so.

Scottie, I'm asking
how long it's gonna be.

Because Cliff Wheeler's
on his way down here.

I don't like the
way he looks at me,

-and I don't want him hanging around here waiting...
-Woodrow!

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Sorry it took us forever.
The 5 was a parking lot.

Please tell me Cliff Wheeler

and his eyes are not
coming down here.

Are you back for real?

-Nah, I just busted him out temporarily.
-Hey.

Let's just be grateful
for the time we have.

Plus, best news
ever: Lala's back.

I know, she radioed in
an update for you guys.

I wrote it down somewhere here.

Just hearing her
voice, I was like,

"Yes, bad-assery lives."

Yeah.

Oh, here it is.

She said her and Gibbs

"swept the compound,

"and it doesn't look like Meyers

made the call from there."

They still out there?

Uh, yeah.

They're following
a few phone lines

to check on a few
of the other houses.

Don't worry. I
already filled them in

on the visual feast that
Phil is about to bring us.

Just give him a minute.

He's sensitive to traffic.

5 was a damn parking lot.

GT Night Sparks sneakers.

Aka Sparks.

Got 'em from Scottie
in the armory.

I knew he had a pair
because we hoop together.

He's actually really good.

Lala said
Meyers was a shoe guy.

We believe he was wearing
a pair just like those

-when he got shot.
-Randolf,

it's good to see
you. Kill the lights.

The shoes use liquid
mercury to activate

their light source. Pivot!

We called the company
to get the chemical makeup.

Turns out

it was the same substance
that we found on Meyers' foot.

Theory is,

the lighting component
on Meyers' left shoe

was damaged when the gunshot

-nicked his heel.
-Traces of mercury

leaked out onto the skin,

causing the rash.

You can stop now, Phil.

Okay, good.

Scottie said you
can borrow these

so you know what
you're looking for.

-These hard to come by?
-Yeah.

-'Cause they're rad.
-Yeah.

I wouldn't doubt that
somebody would kill

to get their hands
on a pair of these.

Even with one of
the lights broken.

Federal agents!

We just want to ask
a few questions!

NIS!

Hello?

You got to
open it yourself.

Ma'am.

We're NIS.

What's the question?

This man come to
your home recently?

He was wearing a white shirt.

He was looking to use the phone.

I don't think I saw him.

Does the phone work?

It does.

You live here alone?

Yes.

This darn radio.

It keeps going out on me.

Stop! Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Hey! Hey!

Lala, stop!

Stop!

Lala. Lala, stop!

The snares! Lala!

Hey! Lala!

Hey!

Lala, stop!

Lala! Stop!

Stop! -Get off
me! We're gonna lose him!

Lala, those snares

could kill you! You don't
know where they are!

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

He's gone!

You let him get away!

Yeah, we'll get him another way.

You don't stop me!

I stop you!

You hear me?

I'm back, probie.

You see me?

I'm back.

Don't you ever put
your hands on me again.

Lee Fabian. 32 years
old. Rap sheet longer

than a copperhead
swinging a hose.

Everything from
drunk and disorderly

to assault.

-BOLO?
-BOLO's out.

Meyers' mother confirmed he
owned a pair of Sparks sneakers.

We saw them on Fabian.

-Left light was out?
-Yep.

-We break the granny?
-Yeah. She said

Meyers knocked on the door,

used their phone to
call for a ride home.

He had the phone number
written in his nav notebook.

Fabian spotted the
sneakers on Meyers,

told him to hand 'em over.

Meyers refused. He
ditched the notebook

-and ran out of the cabin.
-Last thing the grandma saw

was Fabian grabbing his rifle

and chasing Meyers
into the woods.

Shoots Meyers in the
leg, steals his shoes,

Meyers runs as far
as he can after that

and then gets caught
up in the snare.

Exactly.

What?

Meyers got caught in the snare.

Same thing could've
happened to you.

We should be booking
him right now,

not doing a damn manhunt.

The hell are you talking about?

I was three feet
from grabbing Fabian.

He stopped me.

She was running
through the snares.

You could've broke your neck.

You didn't assess
your surroundings.

-Okay, Mom.
-Damn it, Dominguez.

I didn't want Gary
Callahan out there.

You shouldn't be
out there, either.

No one should. And you...

Mary Jo says you're asking
about a rolling chair.

Dominguez don't need
no damn rolling chair.

Now you two better get your
damn heads on straight,

'cause I need this team
back to the way it was

before I lose my damn mind!

You, you, me, Rando!

The hell is Rando?!

Note says he went to
Kmart with Wheeler.

Somebody please tell me how
we are gonna find this guy.

Grandma has no idea
where he could've gone.

Says he leaves for
months at a time.

-He could be hitching a ride to Mexico by now.
-This has nothing to do

with him. I need Agent Franks.

Sir, I told you twice

to take a step back.

This is absurd.

-I need to speak to Agent Franks.
-Hey.

You heard what she
said. Take a step back.

Hey, Pruitt.

I hope you ain't
disrespecting my team.

I am not trying to disrespect,

but it is urgent.

We heard the alert on our
scanners about your fugitive.

I have a proposition.

Wilson & Barnes Properties.

They pushed us out
of our homes once.

I want a guarantee
they can't do it again.

You don't own
the land you're on?

We've been living
there over five years.

Squatters' rights.

But they will find a
way to push us out.

Now, you're DoD.

So you can talk to your friends
in the Department of Interior

and get all the land east of
us declared a natural reserve.

Make it illegal for
developers to come in.

I don't got that power.

This country was built
on federal favors.

Get creative.

Mr. Pruitt,

I ain't got the power.

I don't think you're hearing me.

I am trying to protect
my people, my clan.

My team is being disrespected.

Do you not understand that?

I do.

But I can't help you.

Then I'm afraid we haven't
seen your fugitive.

PFC Thomas Meyers
loved his mother.

He never missed a
dinner with her.

Being a Marine didn't come easy,

but he never gave up.

He was part of a team, too.

They tested him,

wanted him to be better
than he was capable of.

He didn't fault them for it.

Look at him.

Look at him.

He was a 19-year-old kid.

Just doing his best
to be part of a team.

And someone killed him
for his damn shoes.

Your people deserve protection.

They deserve justice.

But so does he.

Mr. Pruitt, you have that power.

Tell us where the man
who killed him is.

I'll do the prints.

Is that our guy?

Yep. Case closed.

He was at a motel
in Pauma Valley.

Abe Pruitt led us
straight to him.

Seems like Abe's actually
got a pretty good thing going

out there on The Range.

I heard Gibbs convinced
him to do the right thing.

Yeah.

Sounds like a lot
of words for Gibbs.

Like a Randy amount.

Couldn't have been easy.

But...

not much has been easy for him,

has it?

What are you doing?

You know he's only
dating that Diane

because he can't take the
thought of losing you.

He's too complicated
for me anyway.

Without
any one part,

a team doesn't work
like it should.

Agent Randolf and I
compiled some stats

from the cases he's been
logging into the computer.

We printed it off on some
fancy paper from Kmart

-for your reference, sir.
-As you can see, this office

is on track to having the
lowest case solve rate

in the region this quarter.

Before you started
overseeing the office,

we had the highest
case solve rate

three years running, sir.

What are you
getting at, Randolf?

We are presenting you
with hard evidence

that you should
reinstate us both.

The best thing for everyone
is to get our numbers back up.

Don't you agree?

Without
any one part,

a team doesn't thrive.

Back in business, baby!

-Ah!
-All right!

Ah!

-All right! Gear up!
-Yeah!

-About time.
-We're heading back to the Roach House.

Now that we got
the team to do it,

we are shutting
it down for good!

Giddyap!

Probie.

Let's go assess
our surroundings.

We had to find
a way to focus on what was

in front of us...

...instead of the doubts inside.

But we all still had 'em.

The doubts.

Franks didn't know if he
could ever get the team

back the way it was.

Randy felt rusty.

And there were things
between Lala and me

that would never go away.

We were far from perfect.

Pardon me.

But we
were in it together.

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