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Developers pushed us out of our homes.

Came out here and made this place our own.

Yeah, Wheeler.

- You doing okay? - Not really.

I'm sorry, I just can't stop caring.

MASON: Happy birthday. Open it. Come on.

STAFF SERGEANT: Michael Aaron Franks. You've been drafted.

MASON: Hell. Then I'm going with you.

Mason, what? You-you can't.

My mind's made up.

FRANKS: You know anything about brothers?

Me and mine, we don't talk.

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

I need to talk to you about Vietnam,

about what happened.

OLDER GIBBS: Couple of states away,

summer of '92...

...there was a guy.

He'd been at rock bottom before.

- (SIGHS) - (POUNDING ON DOOR)

But this time, it was different.

(GRUNTING)

He couldn't shoulder it.

He owed some money to the wrong kind of people.

(GROANS)

And they weren't gonna let him forget it.

But it wasn't about what he owed.

It was about what he stood to lose.

He was about to lose it all.

Everything he worked for.

Everything he was.

And so, he had no choice.

He had to go see someone he hadn't seen in 13 years.

He had to swallow his pride and do something

he swore he'd never do.

Hey, little brother.

OLDER GIBBS: This guy had to throw

the biggest Hail Mary of his life.

You, uh, mind if I come in?

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(EXPLOSIONS)

MASON: Mikey! Mikey!

- (GUNFIRE) - Hey, Mikey. Hey.

Hey, you hit?

Hey. What? You hit?

- I'm fine. - Are you all right?

I'm good. I ain't, I ain't.

Look at me.

Oh. Aw, hell, you doped up?

- No, I'm... - (EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE)

Damn it, Mikey!

All right, grab your weapon.

Get up! Grab your weapon. Use your legs. Come on.

What's his name?

FRANKS: Hey. Leave him. Bed.

That's a hell of a mustache.

How'd you get it so perfect?

Looks to me like you took a couple hooves to the face.

You breaking in a new horse?

What are you doing off the ranch?

Well, Uncle Sal gave me your address.

I figured this way, we could talk without you hanging up.

Talk about what?

Well... you know, I tried to get into it on the phone...

Vietnam's done, Mason.

I know that, I know, but I'm talking about

- when we were there... - It wasn't about you,

- it wasn't about Ma. - Would you shut up

- and let me talk? - I was coping with people

getting their faces shot off. The skag was me coping.

Listen, I know why you were doing the drugs.

- I know. - Don't seem like you know.

Seems to me like you're showing up at my door out of nowhere

to shoot the breeze about what a bum I was.

You're talking to a different guy, Mason,

I ain't that same kid no more.

And I'll tell you one more thing.

You look old.

What?

20 years, I look great.

You look like a damn potato.

(LAUGHS)

Well.

The hell's going on with you?

You drop into town, you got a place to stay?

Well, I don't got that figured yet.

(PAGER BEEPING)

- (DOG WHINES) - Yeah, it's Franks.

Which one? Yeah, okay.

I gotta go.

(GRUNTS)

Work?

Uncle Sal says, uh,

you been slinging for the government awhile now.

FRANKS: Yeah, well, Uncle Sal shouldn't

be giving out people's addresses

and personal information without asking.

Hey, you still got your boots.

Mikey, I ain't trying to rehash nothing,

I just, um...

I just need to talk to you.

Towels are in the hall closet,

cold cuts are in the fridge. Whatever you eat,

share it with him. His name's Gary Callahan.

I gotta go.

Navy bank got robbed.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

EMT: Let them know we're eight minutes out.

30-year-old female. Intracranial hemorrhage.

SBP under 110.

Randy.

That's the branch manager.

Robber hit her with the butt of his weapon.

- She gonna make it? - They don't know.

We're looking for two suspects.

They came in wearing neon green ski masks,

held the place up at gunpoint,

got away in a dark blue Dodge Caravan

with over a hundred grand in cash.

It happened right before closing.

Saturday hours, low customer traffic.

Yeah, they picked a good time for sure.

The dye bags got 'em, though.

Exploded as they were running out.

The dye got in their eyes, though,

because of the holes in the masks.

Where's Franks?

On the way. He's picking up Lala.

I updated them on the radio.

Excuse me, sir.

I was over there in line when it happened.

Uh, I just talked to the cops.

Should I talk to you guys, too?

What's your name, Petty Officer?

Balkan. Trevor Balkan.

I, uh, discharged my weapon, sir.

You shot at the robbers?

BALKAN: At one of them, sir.

The taller one, he was getting worked up.

He hit the bank lady because

she wasn't moving fast enough.

I mean, he... he hit her hard, sir.

When she went down, he was distracted, and I got a shot off.

- That's what made them leave. - What, you hit him?

Winged his arm, I think.

I gave the cops my weapon.

RANDY: If you can try to remember

what any of these guys...

DETECTIVE: Spent round here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Guy definitely got clipped.

We got blood spatter over here.

Sir, your counterpart asked me to keep you guys in the loop.

Suspects fled in a dark blue Dodge Caravan.

We just got a hit on the BOLO.

Where?

GIBBS: Dark blue Dodge Caravan,

first three of the plate are 2-Bravo-Yankee.

It was spotted headed east out of the parking lot

of the El Toro Shopping Center.

Copy. We're not far,

we'll head over, see if we can find any witnesses. Out.

Take a right over here. Right. Right!

I'm turning, woman. I'm doing it.

You know, you fall off a horse, best thing to do is get back on.

Okay.

- What? - What?

I crashed my car, so what?

People crash their cars. I need to get a new one

and start driving it. Point taken.

Ain't trying to bust your chops. I just...

My brother's in town. He looks horrible.

He's at my house, probably eating my cold cuts.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Whoa!

Whoa! Dark blue Caravan.

Whoa!

FRANKS: Let's roll.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Damn it. Hold on.

(HORN HONKING)

FRANKS: Come on!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

He's turning, he's turning.

Go, baby. Move!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(HORNS HONKING)

No!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

You okay?

You okay?

Son of a bitch.

Ladies and gentlemen. Ladies... Mario, please.

As I said, bank manager Alanna Clark

was gravely injured and is currently

in critical condition.

Because she is the wife of an active-duty Marine,

Oceanside PD has handed the case to NIS.

Can you confirm that one of the suspects

- was shot by a bystander? - Yes,

but the extent of his injuries is unknown.

What's important here is we are doing everything in our power

to catch these criminals,

including forming a task force with the FBI.

Can Agent Franks explain how the suspects got away?

- (CLAMORING) - WHEELER: Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies...

RANDY: I mean, I'm stunned.

Boss has never lost a car chase before, have you, boss?

My mom drove a Dodge Caravan,

and I don't think I ever saw it go over 65. Seriously, boss,

do you think these robbers could have had

some kind of NASCAR experience?

GIBBS: Maybe the engine was suped up.

We are not counting this against Franks' chase record.

RANDY: Yes, we are.

Every chase counts,

- it always counts. - Not this one.

- Why not? - Because it wasn't Franks' fault.

But he was the one driving.

That is what the driver looked like.

Whoa.

- Doesn't look human. - FRANKS: Give me a break, probie.

I saw the guy for one second through two car windows. Plus,

he had all that dye smeared on his face.

Is this how you saw him?

Didn't get a look at him.

But this is great, Mike.

I'm gonna go make copies.

Boss... (CLEARS THROAT)

I think Lala's right.

Maybe we shouldn't count this towards your chase record.

Extenuating circumstances.

You weren't yourself since your secret brother is in town.

Lala told me.

GIBBS: Wait, is this the brother

that you told me married the same woman as you twice?

Come on, probie, that was a joke.

So you don't have a brother then?

You do have a brother, we're just not gonna talk about him.

Let's go!

Case stuff! What do we know?

We got a missing hundred grand out there soaked in dye.

We got one seriously wounded civilian.

We got one suspect shot in the arm.

Could show up at an ER.

He could go to an ER, or maybe an underground doctor.

Let's start working the phone lines.

- Maybe we can find... - No need, baby.

The FBI is gonna take over the doctor search.

NADIA: They also expanded the Caravan BOLO

and put out an APB to airports,

bus stations,

train stations.

FBI are a bunch of egomaniac prick-holes.

- MARY JO: Gail. - I usually call 'em

SOBs, but "prick-holes" works, too.

You should know, the FBI secretaries

talk to Mary Jo like they're better than her.

Oh. Want me to crack some skulls?

No, baby. Forget those secretaries.

Agents Oakley and Sabato are coming here tomorrow

for the task force.

I need an equipment center there, buffet table there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. These fools think they can barge in

to our bullpen and take over?

Why don't they just use the conference room?

FBI secretaries are saying we have

"subpar, cramped accommodations."

MARY JO: They're taking the night shift.

Wheeler wants you all to go home, get some rest,

start fresh in the morning.

Go on. Get the heck out of my hair

so we can start setting up this crap.

Do some percolating. Have a think

on where these bastards are hiding out.

LALA: Gibbs.

Did you know Franks had a brother?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Damn it, Mikey.

Ma's gonna see you.

You can't keep doing this.

You hear me?

You are killing her.

I'm getting clean.

Here.

When we were in 'Nam, Ma wrote me that letter.

She told me how the ranch was going under.

She sold it while we were gone?

She didn't have a choice.

Hendersons were offering a fair price.

They made a handshake agreement that we could rent it back,

and stay in the house, work the land.

You never told me.

Well, you weren't in a place back then to understand.

Or help.

The plan was always to work the ranch

back to profit, buy it back.

But then, there were the floods,

and, uh...

well, I started taking loans from people

you don't want to owe.

How much you under?

The Henderson kids are selling to some developer.

They don't care about the handshake deal their daddy made.

- They're evicting me in 14 days. - (PHONE RINGING)

Look, all I need is more time,

delay the eviction so I can

scrape something together, a proper offer.

I thought maybe you'd know some legal types that could help.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

I didn't want to bother you, but...

I couldn't think what else to do.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Yeah.

MAN: Agent Franks?

Who is this?

I passed you in the car.

I think you saw me, too.

Where you at, son?

Do you believe in signs?

Signs?

You see a person, you hear a thing...

...there's a reason for it?

There's a lot of people looking for you.

It'd be better if I came to get you.

I'm gonna have to do it again.

Someone else is gonna get left.

You planning on hurting somebody else?

You know who I am, right?

Guy that robbed the bank.

(LINE CLICKS)

Hello?

Hello?

Gail, those extension cords

have been living in the same place for years.

They were thriving there.

Why do you keep moving things?

I've been trying to put stuff

where it's most intuitive to find.

I don't think "intuitive" means what you think it means.

Oh, found 'em.

Oh, that's right. I put them by the fax machine

because the first time I ever saw one, I was with my grandpa,

and he loves extension cords.

Mary Jo.

I hate to start the morning on a sour note,

but what happened last night

- is completely unacceptable. - Which part?

The part where we were setting up

all day on a Saturday

so the task force could jump right in?

Which part was unacceptable, Cliff?

The 18 equipment deliveries, the cheese Danishes,

hauling the good chairs up from storage?

My agents are unlisted for a reason.

In what world is it acceptable

for a robbery suspect to call here

and get Franks's home number? I mean, a trained seal

would know better.

I'm sorry, sir.

The guy called in and said he was Franks's nephew.

I thought it had something to do

with his secret brother being in town.

Franks has a brother?

Franks's brother is not the problem here.

The problem is Wanda, head secretary at the FBI.

She had the nerve to send out an alert

that we leaked Franks's number.

FBI Wanda's telling every secretary in a 20-mile radius

that Mary Jo's incompetent and NIS Pendleton

has a pattern of security breaches.

- Wanda could shut her dang face. - Okay.

Here, take these with you.

The FBI sent over some more technical thingamajigs.

I'm sure Wanda's in there, telling everybody

there's a "gross lack of outlets" there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Cliff. - Agent Oakley.

Good morning.

Here we go. What's the latest?

No hit on the vehicle BOLO,

no sign of the wounded suspect

at any ERs or underground doctors.

What about our victim?

Alanna Clark.

I just spoke to her husband.

She hasn't woken up.

Brain bleed, swelling.

The next 24 hours are crucial.

Vera and Agent Sabato have an update

- for you whenever you're ready. - Thank you.

Can I offer you a cheese Danish, sir?

Cheese has lactose, Randolf.

Franks wanted me to tell you

that the FBI forced him to stay home

and wait by the phone in case the guy calls again.

- Also, Vera has an update. - Oh, hey.

- I'm aware. Yes. - Hey, sir.

I've got an update for you. Sabato and I

roughed out a profile on our caller

based on Franks's account of the conversation.

The caller is definitely the driver of the Caravan.

But here's the kicker.

We think he's somebody Franks knows.

- But not the nephew? - No.

Franks doesn't have a nephew. The caller was just

playing Gail to get the number.

Oh, I'll just be...

The caller asks,

- "You know who I am, right?" - Mm-hmm.

And Franks responds, "The guy who robbed the bank,"

thus confirming to the caller

that Franks did not recognize him in the car,

so the caller hangs up.

I mean, look, clearly, Franks didn't recognize the caller.

He couldn't even make him look human.

SABATO: The caller made a clear threat.

"Someone else is going to get left."

WHEELER: So, who's he saying was left first?

Alanna Clark? Is he saying

that someone else is gonna get hurt?

- (GROANS) - He also teased the idea of "signs."

We're thinking attention-seeking tendencies. The guy likes games.

So, what now? Franks just sits by the phone waiting for him

- to call back? - No, the plan is

to have another press conference to draw out another call,

tap the line, then boom, we get a location.

GIBBS: That's what all the cords are for.

For all the tapping equipment.

All right. Oakley, keep me updated.

Hey, I was...

Do you see him out there?

- Who? - Sabato.

Look at him.

He's got his cheese-Danish hands

all over my rubber band ball. (GROANS)

I want to grab it from him and kick his ass, but you know...

I don't want to make it worse for Mary Jo.

- You heard about FBI Wanda? - Mm-hmm.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking about

the car chase, and you in the car.

Must've been tough.

Franks quit chasing them because of me.

I mean, time to move forward, you know?

I'm gonna get a new car.

I'm thinking maybe a truck.

I know trucks. I could go with you.

Yeah?

(PHONE RINGING)

RANDY: Gibbs, your phone!

Yeah, Gibbs.

Gibbs, they still saying I gotta do a press conference?

Yeah, you want me to put Vera on or...

No, listen.

Question for you. Your lady friend,

she any good with real estate law?

Diane? Yeah. She's...

thinking of switching to accounting, but...

So she's good with numbers, too. That can't hurt.

You think she'd mind having a chat with my brother,

taking a look at some property papers he's got?

Sure, boss. Yeah, I don't think she'd...

Hey, Roy, is that Franks? Give me the phone. Hey.

Franks? Listen, we got a script

for you to read at the press conference.

Look, Vera, I don't mind you coaching me,

but I ain't changing how I talk.

Listen, every word has been carefully chosen

to get the guy to call you.

I ain't reading crap, Vera.

- You're gonna read it. - No, I ain't.

Yes, you are, you backwoods piece of...

"As you are aware,

"this crime was perpetrated by two individuals.

"But one of them is the voice of the operation.

"We believe this man is driven to commit further crimes

"as a platform to send a message.

But we don't yet know what he is trying to say."

YOUNG FRANKS: You hear what I'm saying?

Damn it, Mason, you hear me? I said I'm getting clean.

- You hear me? I said I'm getting clean! - Enough!

(FRANKS GROANS)

Mama!

I swear I'm getting clean.

- I swear. - I said enough!

I ain't letting you break her heart again. You got that?

You come here again,

and I'll shoot you myself.

- Come on. - (CRYING)

FRANKS: Mama?

Mama.

(DOOR SLAMS)

He calls here again,

it'll automatically trip the trace back

at headquarters and they'll be able to hear everything.

GIBBS: I'm charging up the SAT phone to keep the landline open.

LALA: You need to keep the caller on

for at least two minutes

for them to trace the location.

Mike.

Two minutes.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Y'all are getting bamboozled by the FBI.

They kicked Gary out, move all this crap in here.

That script was a bunch of B.S.

Okay, Mike.

MASON: Mikey, she's here.

Ain't no way that guy's calling.

- Thanks for coming. - Of course.

FRANKS: Appreciate you coming, Diane.

DIANE: Mike. Good to see you again.

- My brother Mason. - Yeah,

we met two seconds ago.

He already feels like old-friend material.

- (CHUCKLES) - Look, I can't promise a miracle,

but we'll see if we can't find some legal loophole

to squirm through. And Leroy can tell you,

I'm pretty good at getting what I want.

MASON: That's awful kind of you, Miss Diane.

- Are you hungry? - (LIGHTER FLICKING)

I know the absolute best burger joint.

(SAT PHONE RINGING)

Dominguez.

Yeah.

We're on our way.

Suspects' vehicle was spotted with them possibly inside.

Oh, you're here with the phone.

Who's calling? You just said they're in the car.

I said "possibly." Probie, let's go.

Randy's meeting us there.

♪ ♪

LALA: NIS!

Weapons down, hands up!

Step out of your vehicle.

Place your weapons on the dash.

Exit the vehicle with your hands up.

GIBBS: Gunshot wound to the arm.

That's our robber.

The hell's the other one?

We positively ID'd the body as Curt Vandreesen.

24 years old.

Do we know for sure he's one of our robbers?

Yeah. I leaned on our lab for a quick answer.

Blood typing matched the sample from the wall in the bank.

He's the one that assaulted the manager.

Petty theft, gambling.

Do we have any known associates yet?

We're working on it.

He lived in Chula Vista with a cousin.

She reported him missing this morning.

Far as who he might rob a bank with, she had no idea.

How's the family?

Shelly thinks divorce is for people

with more disposable income,

so at least I have that going for me.

It never is easy, is it?

(DOOR OPENS)

MARY JO: Tap and trace machine,

case files, the second board.

Your people give you an update on the manager?

The bank manager, Alanna Clark.

MARY JO: I think that's it.

Um, the doctor says she's stabilizing.

They're moving her out of ICU.

Good to hear.

Yeah.

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

NADIA: Wait, Gail!

Careful.

- (CHATTER CONTINUES) - (DOOR CLOSES)

Stand it up in front of the window

and put out the expensive tacks.

Wait, you're putting the FBI in here?

I thought you said it was too cramped.

Agent Sabato tripped over

an extension cord down there and almost chipped a tooth.

Oh, it wasn't your fault, Mary Jo.

He wasn't looking where he was going

'cause he was tossing that ball around.

Yeah. And also, he ate, like, eight Danishes,

so he probably couldn't see his feet

- over his distended stomach. - Okay, ladies.

Do me a favor and go and ask Agent Oakley

if there's any other stuff they want us

to lug up the damn stairs.

But say it polite.

So, uh,

they're gonna trace the call from in here, then?

- Yep. - And you are

making another board?

You got a better plan, Cliff?

No.

Because FBI Wanda is telling every secretary

from here to Mexico that Mary Jo Hayes is a hack,

saying I don't even know what the heck I'm doing.

And they're all starting to believe her.

Mary Jo. (CLEARS THROAT)

There was this one time, a long time ago,

I had a horrible date.

It was before Shelly.

Uh, the relationship was doomed.

We were screaming at each other in the car,

and the eight-track was jammed,

so it kept repeating the song "Daniel" over and over.

You know,

it's Elton John?

That's some story, Cliff.

Am I supposed to be getting something from it?

I'm sorry, I'm out of my wheelhouse here.

All I'm saying...

is that you are the furthest thing from a hack.

And there are some things that not even

a perfect song can fix.

No use getting worked up

over things that you can't control.

And also, screw FBI Wanda.

Yeah, screw her.

VERA: Curt Vandreesen, robber extraordinaire.

Guy had a tough day.

He robs a bank, he hits a nice lady over the head.

RANDY: Gets shot by a sailor,

rides along in a car chase.

VERA: And ends up dead in a fricking Dodge Caravan.

The sailor's 9mm struck him in the upper arm,

exited through a fairly linear trajectory.

Severed the brachial artery.

- RANDY: He bled out? - His partner tried

like hell to save him, though.

Come join me, my two crime-solving muffins.

Tango, you can come, too.

T-shirt was wrapped around his arm,

rest of this was in the van.

It went through the FBI lab.

Makeshift tourniquets, huh?

Partner tried a bunch of ways to stop the bleeding?

Yes, but listen up, kids, a tourniquet is only

as strong as the knot that is used to hold it.

Yeah, belt loop and a square knot's only

- gonna stay taut for so long. - Right.

See, I would've gone with a clove hitch.

What?

You've never seen a chick

who digs the artistry of knots before?

You mean because you sail?

No, there is no boating.

Oh, you do, like, bedroom knots?

(CLEARS THROAT)

TANGO: I wouldn't be surprised if your,

uh, other robber was an Eagle Scout

or had some other modest first aid training.

He took it as far as he could.

He said on the phone, "Someone else is gonna get left behind."

Maybe it wasn't a threat.

Maybe he was expressing remorse.

He knew Vandreesen was gonna die.

He could've felt bad about leaving him behind.

And if he wasn't playing games, then we approached him the wrong way.

We got to appeal to his emotions.

(SCOFFS) How the hell are you gonna do that?

My name is Captain Reginald Clark.

This is my wife Alanna.

This is what they did to her at that bank.

She almost died.

And one of them is still out there,

and he did this to my wife.

So I'm asking for the public's help

to find him.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

They had him blame the caller for what the other guy did.

LALA: If the caller does have remorse,

he'll feel even worse now.

Do me a favor, take five.

There was nothing she could do.

There ain't no way to keep the ranch.

I got 14 days to get my stuff out.

You should've told me Ma sold it.

Yeah. Diane said the timing wouldn't have made a difference.

It wasn't right, me not knowing.

- Well, Diane said... - I don't give a damn what

Diane said, it wasn't right, me not knowing!

You was doped up.

Not for the last 16 years, I wasn't!

- I ain't gonna do this with you. - You kicked me out of that house.

I wasn't there 'cause of you!

I was doing right by Ma, and I'd do the same thing again.

You didn't tell me about the ranch!

You didn't tell me nothing!

You didn't tell me she was sick!

- Now, hold on, Mikey. - You kept me from her!

You didn't tell me nothing!

I was protecting her!

You didn't tell me she was sick!

I didn't get to say goodbye to her!

I didn't get to tell her I loved her.

You took that!

You took that from me.

Mikey...

...she was sick before you left.

You were just too doped up to notice.

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Yeah.

MAN: Are you tracing this?

It's him. It's him.

FRANKS: We don't got that kind of spy stuff.

I wasn't the one that hurt that lady.

I never said you did.

Her husband said it on TV.

Wires get crossed in these things sometimes.

You found Curt's body?

I put him back in the car to try

and get him some help, but...

it was too late.

- FRANKS: We know you tried to save him. - (METALLIC SCRAPING)

- VERA: What is that scraping noise? - Yeah, what is...

- Some kind of interference? - No, no, it's not us.

It's coming from the caller's end.

MAN: I left his body. I did it again.

I left another man behind.

FRANKS: Who else did you leave?

Hey.

Hey, you still there?

You still with me?

You never said if you believe in signs.

My Ma used to say

when you see a ladybug...

...that's somebody who ain't here no more saying hello.

I suppose that's a sign.

You think it was a sign that I saw you on the road?

A sign of what?

I got two guns here.

Where?

- MAN: On my couch. - (STATIC CRACKLES)

MAN: What's that clicking?

Sabato.

What the hell is going on?

The tap clicks sometimes. I can't stop it.

Wow, that seems like something

you could've warned us about beforehand.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

MAN: I hear clicking.

- You're tracing this! - No, I told you,

- we ain't got the... - (LINE CLICKS)

Hey, you there?

Hello?

- You there? Hello? - He hung up.

LALA: We lost him.

We get the trace?

GIBBS: Oakley said it's no good.

We didn't keep him on long enough.

- Boss. Boss! - LALA: Hey.

Mike, what are you doing?

Taking this junk out to the dumpster.

You can tell Oakley he can fish it out and shove it up his ass!

- Mikey... - We're done talking.

You hear me? Take your papers and go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

RANDY: Oh, you're back.

- Awesome. Where's Franks? - LALA: I don't know.

He threw the trace equipment into

the dumpster and took off in the Chevelle.

- Did you grab the equipment? - GIBBS: Negative.

And we're not getting involved in that, either.

FBI Wanda already has enough ammo as it is.

Oakley and Sabato are staying upstairs for now.

I think they're legitimately scared of Franks killing them.

What, are they, sitting up there or are they working on the case?

They're trying to use their FBI pull on the phone company.

They're asking for an expedited phone number lookup

- on the caller. - LALA: Good luck with that.

Phone company's a bunch of prick-holes.

Yeah, they said they'd try to get us the number

in eight days

- instead of 14. - Ah.

Talk to me. Where'd the guy call me from,

where's he at?

Boss, you good?

Yeah, I stopped by Herm's, pet Gary Callahan.

Screw the Feds and their gadgets.

We're gonna do this our way.

He's got a pair of weapons and he ain't right in the head.

Somebody else is bound to get hurt. Where's he at?

Hey, you guys got to listen to this.

Vera, there's 14 of the good chairs in here,

- what are you doing at my desk? - Sitting.

- What are we listening to? - Okay,

so I have been reviewing the tape of the call.

First of all,

the guy says, "I've got two guns..."

I said that already. You had the damn headphones on.

No, Franks.

No!

He said, "I've got two guns

here on my couch."

"My couch." He's at home.

That's what I'm thinking. Okay.

- Now, listen to this. - MAN: I left his body.

I did it again.

I left another man behind.

VERA: See?

Okay, so we know from the tourniquets

that the guy has some kind of medical training.

And now he's talking about "leaving another man behind."

No man left behind.

He's military.

Bingo.

See, Franks, first he's talking about signs

and-and then, with all the talk about seeing you on the road,

Mike, I am telling you, the guy knows you.

He thought you would recognize him.

Could he be someone you served with?

He sounded younger than that.

VERA: Come on, Franks, think.

I'm thinking.

Ah, geez. No, you're not.

You're staring at this monstrosity.

Now, think. Play it again.

(SWITCH CLICKING)

MAN: You found Curt's body?

I put him

back in the car to try and get him some help,

but it was too late.

FRANKS: We know you tried to save him.

(METALLIC SCRAPING)

MAN: I left his body.

I did it again.

I left another man behind.

FRANKS: Who else did you leave?

FRANKS: "No man left behind."

You are a Marine!

You're supposed to be upholding that!

But you didn't, did you?

You left Meyers out there.

WADE: I wrote the grid-point of the tack in his book.

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

It's the guy from the Meyers case.

- The Meyers case? - RANDY: PFC Meyers,

he was the guy that got left out at The Range

to find a tack. He was killed for his sneakers.

Dominguez, what's the guy's name?

- What guy? - The guy we interrogated,

the team leader. He was rubbing

his damn tags together. He's the one who left Meyers out there.

He was a corporal.

Uh, Corporal Williams? Something with a "W."

Corporal Wade.

- Wade. - FRANKS: Rando,

flip this thing on and ask it for a home address.

Clear!

Two weapons!

RANDY: Got him.

Show me your hands.

Corporal Wade?

Joel.

You want to tell me what happened?

Curt said robbing a bank would be easy money.

I was gonna give my share to Meyers's mother.

You left Meyers out there.

But you ain't the one who killed him.

But you... you told me in that room,

"no man left behind."

I couldn't get that out of my head.

Then I saw you in the car.

I felt like it was...

I-I don't know, Meyers or God

or someone screaming at me about how bad I screwed up.

(DISTANT SIREN APPROACHING)

"No man left behind."

You were right.

I'm a Marine.

I was supposed to be upholding that.

Do you really believe in signs?

Or were you just trying to keep me on the phone?

(SIGHS)

Need you to put your hands behind your back now, son.

What'd we find out about Wade's status?

He was on leave,

pending a hearing for his misconduct with Meyers.

Guy blames himself for Meyers getting killed,

spirals, then robs a bank with his buddy.

Insanity. Hey,

you mind telling Wanda

where you got those cheese Danishes?

The stuff she gets is crap.

My pleasure.

(SIGHS)

♪ Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane ♪

♪ I can see the red tail lights ♪

♪ Heading to Spain. ♪

"Daniel."

You know, I had this horrible date once

where that eight-track was stuck in my car stereo.

That song must have played 50 times

while we were sitting there fighting.

But how can you not love Elton?

Tell Franks Alanna Clark woke up.

She's gonna be okay.

("DANIEL" BY ELTON JOHN PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane ♪

♪ I can see the red tail lights ♪

- ♪ Heading for Spain... ♪ - (GIBBS WHISTLES)

- Heads up. - Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Sabato was gonna walk off with it.

I fought him for it.

I disinfected it, too.

Thanks.

Hey, I was thinking, for your truck,

we should do a couple test-drives.

Tomorrow work?

Actually, my brother-in-law is gonna come with me.

Oh. You sure?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, my, um, my sister wants to come, too.

Um...

Diane seemed nice.

Maybe next time, you can introduce me...

like a normal person.

♪ Lord, I miss Daniel ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ Oh, I miss him so much ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Daniel my brother ♪

- ♪ You are older than me ♪ - (DOOR OPENS)

♪ Do you still feel the pain... ♪

It was sitting on your shelf.

You get the bastard?

FRANKS: Yeah.

He was more of a broken kid than anything.

Look, I know you told me to leave, but, uh...

I didn't wanna go without

telling you how proud I am.

I'm proud of what you...

what you made of yourself.

And Ma would've been proud, too.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I'd ask you to stay, but we'd probably kill each other.

(LAUGHS)

No doubt about that.

Besides, there's no need for it.

I'm good.

♪ You are older than me ♪

♪ Do you still feel the pain? ♪

Something came to mind, actually.

This place.

Place I think you might like.

They call it The Range.

♪ Daniel, you're a star... ♪

Guy named Abe Pruitt runs it.

They grow plants there.

You'll have a place to live.

Hell, I could even help you put your own house up there.

My buddy Gibbs knows a thing or two about building.

You'll have a good job,

working outside with your hands,

just how you like it.

It wouldn't be that different from the ranch.

You'll be with people who understand what it means

to lose land they loved.

A community.

Folks all living out their second chance.

I'll take a couple days off,

pack up the house for you.

I can bring you what you need.

It's the least I can do.

♪ God, it looks like Daniel ♪

♪ Must be the... ♪

I'm glad you came to see me, Mason.

I'm glad we talked.

♪ Oh, God, it looks like Daniel ♪

It's what Ma would've wanted.

♪ Must be the clouds in my eyes. ♪