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GIBBS: I haven't seen her since the hospital.

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

Little inconsiderate, ain't it?

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

No doubt about that.

FRANKS: Something came to mind, actually.

Place I think you might like.

A community. I'll pack up the house for you.

I can bring you what you need.

LALA: Randy told me about Diana?

GIBBS: It's Diane.

Happy for you.

Twitchy Tony is my C.I.

Is Lala, uh, back at work yet?

-RANDY: Yeah. -Yeah? Okay, then. Good for her, man.

Tony, you shorted me on that last round!

-(all shouting) -Back off!

Let's go.

OLDER GIBBS: We had this place in the middle of nowhere.

(knocking on door)

-It was an old safe house... -Hey.

-BLACK KENNY: Hey. -...where we'd meet up

with all our C.I.s.

Confidential informants.

-All right, you know how... -It takes a special kind of person

to bring them into the fold.

-Lala was the best at it. -No!

OLDER GIBBS: Over weeks, months, sometimes years,

she'd take the time to get to know them.

Earn their trust.

She made them feel safe.

Safe enough to trust her with their secrets.

A C.I. named Bambi Rose helped Lala

take down a prostitution ring.

A guy we called "Black Kenny" had ins on gambling, drugs.

He'd go the extra mile to track down the answer

if Lala was the one asking,

'cause she put in the time.

And when you put in that much time,

-you're gonna have a favorite. -Hey.

OLDER GIBBS: Lala's favorite was a guy we called Twitchy Tony.

-(door closes) -(lock clicks)

She first brought him to the safe house

a couple of years before I got to NIS...

-I'm gonna frisk you. -...back when she was

still new on the job.

Tony was a former boxer and a functioning alcoholic.

She said he was nervous as hell that first day.

-(soft thud) -Oh, don't worry.

-The wind is nuts out there. -Yeah.

Safe house, you know, I can't not...

Uh, yeah, you know...

Safest place you ever seen, I'm sure.

-Do you play cards? -Oh.

You know, my-my ma's a tailor, so-- you know,

so I always got buttons.

Um, we could do something,

like, poker for buttons

-instead of chips? -Yeah.

OLDER GIBBS: They played poker for buttons for hours that first night.

-Screw it. -Lala threw her old digital watch

-into the pot... -I'm all in.

...'cause she thought it'd make Tony smile.

But he was more worried about the questions

she was gonna ask.

He knew she wanted tips on an illegal steroid ring.

But Tony didn't have any contacts back then.

Hell, he didn't even have any friends.

Yeah, you know, but I think I could get people talking

if they're wasted, but, uh, no one really

puts me on, like, a friend kind of level.

But-- oh. I mean... No.

Don't-- like, don't get all like...

You know, I got my mom.

OLDER GIBBS: Sure, Lala was trying to cultivate a C.I.

But she also saw that here was a guy

that didn't have a friend in the world.

I want you to hold onto this watch for me.

Oh, no. I mean, that's... I can't.

That's like-- that's really... (stammers)

I wasn't even gonna take that if I won, man.

Who knows? Maybe when you check the time,

you'll know someone's in your corner.

*

(groans)

-(grunts) Sorry. -No, uh-- oh, my God,

it's, i-it's nothing,

it's-it's super cheap and-and old.

No, that's just like, that's something, um...

That's like something a sister might do, you know?

Just, you know, like, give me a watch,

uh...

and say that corner thing.

OLDER GIBBS: For the next two years, they met up in that safe house

once every couple of weeks,

playing poker for buttons.

He really did see her like a sister,

and he was her favorite of all the C.I.s.

That's why what was about to happen

would break her heart.

* *

* *

(sighs)

(softly): What the heck?

Sure.

-(knocking on door) -Hello?

-Surprise. -Hey. What are you doing here?

-I'm on my way out. -Wait, no. Already?

Yeah. Franks took the day off to go visit his brother.

I told him I'd do his morning paperwork.

I got the job.

What?

Jordis Financials wants me, baby.

I-I thought that was

-just a prelim thing. -No, exactly.

I never thought they'd hire me on the spot.

I mean, it's just glorified assistant stuff to start,

but they're gonna pay for my CPA course.

-(laughs softly) -This time next year,

I'll be a full-blooded accountant.

-Congrats. (laughs) -Thank you.

So, there is one potential bug,

but I really see it as a feature.

It's for their L.A. office.

And I knew you wouldn't know what to say,

but you don't have to say anything.

Just move with me.

-To L.A.? -Yeah.

There's an NIS office there. I checked.

It's bigger than the Pendleton one.

We should ask Randy about it at dinner tonight.

-(laughs softly) -I mean, think about it.

We could get a little apartment,

give this thing a real go.

-I-I can't move. -No, but you don't have to answer right now...

No, I-I'm not moving.

My family is here.

Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't...

I thought Shannon and Kelly were buried in Pennsylvania.

Nah, um...

Leroy, I can't pass this up.

(sighs)

I know.

And long-distance is for idiots.

I know.

Why do you have bacon in a cup?

-(phone ringing) -I was taking it to go.

-(phone clatters) -Yeah.

LALA (over phone): Gibbs?

Something's going on with Tony.

He paged me from the warehouse number.

-Can you meet us there? -I'm not, uh...

-What? -Twitchy Tony paged me "911."

He's never paged me 911. Something's wrong.

At the warehouse?

-The street fighting place? -Yes!

Aren't you listening? Can you meet us there or not?

-Yeah, I-I just need a minute. -(horn honks)

Forget it. Randy's here.

-No, I can... -(dial tone sounds)

(scoffs)

(phone clatters)

(keys jingle)

I wish it was different.

-(door opens, closes) -OFFICER: All right, listen up.

-Get out of my way. -If you saw anything or heard anything,

-stand over by the pole. -Anthony Baldino?

-Where is he? -The rest of you... -Hey, you heard him.

-Get outside. -Hey, hey.

Just so you guys know, I'm the one that found him.

Get his statement. All of them.

Okay. Why don't you come over here?

NIS. Get out of my way!

-(heart beating) -(heavy breathing)

FIELDS: Well, hey, who the hell

called NIS? Excuse me. Ma'am.

Hey. Ma'am.

Detective Fields, Oceanside Homicide.

Somebody called y'all in?

No.

He paged me.

He's my C.I.

(sighs) Well, neighborhood folks heard a gunshot,

-somebody came in and found him, called 911. -Federal agent, guys. NIS.

Coming through. Lala.

What's going on? Why aren't they getting him loaded up?

Got a sucking chest wound and a punctured lung.

They've been trying to seal him up,

but something happened with his airway.

They've been working on him damn near 30 minutes.

Hey. You okay?

Tube's good. Airway's clear. Let's go.

-LALA: Randy! -Yeah. Folks I talked to didn't see anything.

Tony was unconscious by the time anyone got here.

Get all the info you can,

make sure they're processing the scene right.

Cops gave me a hard time on the way in.

C.I. status doesn't make it our case.

I said make sure it's done right!

OFFICER: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ma'am, can't let you on that vehicle.

-Get out of my way. -Ma'am, unless you're family...

-Move! -Hey!

-Let her through. -Unless she's family...

Last I checked, this is my crime scene,

so unless you fancy me grabbing a handful of balls and twisting,

I suggest you shut your trap and let the lady ride

to the hospital.

-Damn. -(engine starts)

-PARAMEDIC: Patient is secured. -Go.

-(door closes) -(siren wailing)

* *

ABE: Agent Franks.

How you doing, Abe?

Your brother says you got a special delivery from Texas.

Mason called last night,

asked me to bring this one ASAP.

-(grunts) -That should come in handy.

MASON: Hey, hey, boy. Hey.

-Whoa. (tsking) -(horse nickers)

-Come here. -(neighs)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, boy.

-Hey. -How long's it usually take to break 'em?

Depends on the horse.

Mikey, you made it.

(laughs)

-Told you I would. -(laughs)

I tell you what, this is a sight for sore eyes.

One I been using ain't broken in.

FRANKS: How long you been at it with him?

MASON: Better part of two weeks.

He's got the strongest will I've seen since Trigger.

-(laughs): Trigger? -Yeah.

I'm sure everyone would love to hear the stories.

You should stay for lunch.

Uh, I invited him for the day.

He was gonna head back after dinner.

-I-I should've told you. -Ah, no.

Happy to hear it. More the merrier.

-(neighs loudly) -STANLEY: Whoa.

MASON: Stanley, what are you doing? Get out of there!

-Hey! -(Stanley grunts)

Stanley!

Get out of there! Whoa, whoa. Whoa, hey, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

All right. Let's go.

ABE: You okay? What are you doing?

-This ain't a petting zoo. -MASON: Look at me.

You feel woozy? Stanley, look at me.

-Stay there. You okay? -FRANKS: Son, it ain't never a good idea

to get in with an animal like that unless you got experience.

Beth, grab the first aid kit, will you?

What happened? Is he hurt?

ABE: He's okay, it's just a cut.

Agent Franks, there's a call for you.

Phone's in the kitchen.

MASON: Go.

Damn it, that's, uh...

(exhales sharply) You sure it's Twitch?

RANDY (over phone): Yeah, boss, it's him.

Lala's at the hospital with him now.

-She's taking it pretty hard. -Yeah.

You know how she gets with them C.I.s.

Plus, her and Tony got that brother-sister thing going.

Rando could tell you all about it.

RANDY: Yeah, so, Tony used to be a boxer.

Like, a really good one.

And his dad was his trainer. Well, the dad was an alcoholic.

-Rando. -He was drunk driving one night,

he crashes into a pole.

Kill himself and Tony's sister.

So, Tony starts drinking, boxing career goes...

(whistles) ...down the tubes, and he starts

running these underground fights.

That's when he met Lala. So she

told Tony we'd look the other way

on the illegal fights if he'd help us with tips

on this steroid ring that was starting to reach

Marines on base, which he has,

but the steroid ring keeps popping back up, you know?

Did I miss anything, boss?

I meant you should tell him after we hung up.

Oh, uh... My bad.

Um, anyway, we thought you might want to give us

some kind of stand-down order to tell Lala.

-It's Oceanside's case. -Are you two on something?

Ain't no way she's standing down from this.

Call Oceanside, get them to make this a joint investigation.

RANDY: Uh, boss, uh, that could be a problem.

Uh, the lead detective seems kind of...

I don't know, uh, she's like a female you.

The hell's that supposed to mean?

It's fine. We'll take care of it.

Keep me posted on Tony. I'll be in tomorrow.

-(phone crackles) -(dial tone sounds)

I'll call Detective Lady Franks.

Hey, um, with everything going on,

we should probably reschedule dinner with Junie and Diane.

Dinner's off. Me and Diane broke up.

-What? -We didn't really have a choice.

What was it, your work hours?

The fact that you're a horrible communicator? What happened?

She got a job in L.A., and...

I don't know.

Yeah. Communication. (groans)

Dude. Well...

I get it. Like...

We don't have to talk about it.

Breakups are frickin' awful.

Last thing you need is me reminding you how awful it is.

HERM: * Although we've come *

* To the end of the road *

-Herm! -* Still, I can't *

-* Let go. * -(groans)

Last two weeks,

every time I turn on the radio...

* Come to the end *

* End of the road. *

Herm.

Best breakup song of all time, am I right?

-Yeah. -RANDY: Herm, please.

Gibbs and Diane are parting ways.

-It's fresh. -Oh.

Dang, uh... Sorry to hear that, man.

-Does Lala know? -MARY JO: If any of you

see Dalton Basement,

do not agree with him that he needs

a DustBuster for his office.

The man's trying to get me to buy it for him

out of petty cash, that's not happening.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I proofread your letter.

You want me to go around, have everybody sign it?

Why are you moving like that?

Ugh, 'cause it was supposed to be a surprise.

Never mind. Herm,

I wrote a petition of reinstatement for you.

Everyone's gonna sign it, and I'm gonna submit it to Wheeler.

(chuckles) For real?

Yeah. Teams are always shorthanded, so...

it'd be great to be able to tap you

as a field agent every once in a while.

-So... -Appreciate it, bro.

GIBBS: Give it here.

I'll sign it now.

Crap, I've got to call Oceanside.

Joint investigation.

You get an update on Tony's condition?

(monitor beeping)

ESTELA and GABRIELA: Welcome home, hermanita.

LALA: Oh, look at that sign.

Well, it's not our fault none of us

got Mom's artistic abilities.

-(laughs) -ESTELA: Okay,

so the discharge paperwork says

you're supposed to massage the scar

for ten minutes three times a day.

You want some water? We stocked the fridge.

I'm fine.

GABRIELA: Let's go, sis. Leg up.

-Stop it. I'm fine. -(knocking on door)

-Ah. -Hey. Lala in the house.

MARY JO: Welcome home, baby!

Yeah! Hi. Mwah.

Hey. Okay, so,

we know you can't go out anytime soon,

so we brought the club to you.

Sparkling cider.

-(cheering) -Ah. (laughs)

* Shake that body *

* Shake that body *

-Hey. -ALL: Go Lala, go Lala, go.

Go Lala, go Lala, go.

-Go Lala, go Lala, go. -* Shake that body *

-Go Lala, go Lala, go. -* Shake it, shake it. *

(sighs)

* *

(grunts softly)

(exhales)

(sniffles)

(exhales)

(cries softly)

BRONSON: Oh. Sorry.

I didn't know anybody was in here.

-I-I'll come back. -No.

You family?

No, uh...

friend.

They, uh...

They know when he's gonna wake up?

They don't think he's gonna make it.

(sniffles)

* *

Where'd you get that watch?

Hmm?

That's Tony's watch.

(grunts)

(monitor beeping rapidly)

-DOCTOR: What happened? -NURSE: Monitor is down.

LALA: Did you see a guy run out here?

No.

(horse neighs)

MASON: Whoa, boy. Hey, hey.

-Kid's an odd duck, ain't he? -Who? Stanley?

He ain't normal.

-Gives me the creeps. -(scoffs)

Some might say the same about you.

He's had a hard life. That's how he ended up here.

You're having trouble with that horse,

I can show you another way.

-(laughs softly) -I can.

Learned it from an old-timer on a ranch in Arkansas

after you kicked me out the house.

I'm sure Stanley would love to hear all about it.

He okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Just got a little overzealous.

He's been waiting on that horse for three weeks.

My wife's guilty of encouraging him.

FRANKS: Didn't realize y'all were married.

ABE: Yeah, going on three years now. She's the one

that had the idea about bringing in this mustang.

The Bureau of Land Management has

a horse overpopulation problem in Nevada,

so they trapped him and transported him in.

Yeah? Y'all still trying to be a nature reserve?

Fight off that company that's trying to take your land?

ABE: Yeah, not a reserve,

more of an adoption corral.

Hoping to get a long-term contract with the BLM.

Hey, listen.

After lunch, you mind if Stanley moves his chair over here?

-(laughs) -Maybe you can explain to him

-that breaking thing? -(laughs softly)

He spends a lot of time in his room alone.

Beth and I are trying to encourage him to be out here.

-MASON: Easy. Easy. -Yeah.

I ain't so good with kids.

He's 22.

MASON: There you go. There you go, baby.

-Still. -(laughs)

MASON: Whoa, hey.

Oceanside has an officer posted outside Tony's room.

I sent the clothes he was wearing

and the extracted bullet over to Woody.

We need to ID the guy that ran from me.

Good chance he's our guy.

He was wearing the watch I gave Tony.

Probably stole it after he shot him.

Tony would never give that watch away.

GIBBS: Hey. You think

this could be about a tip Tony gave you?

No. He hasn't given me anything worth acting on in months.

GIBBS: 'Cause when you called me about him this morning,

never heard you like that before.

Something else going on with you?

Is there something going on with you?

'Cause when I called you, it sounded like

you didn't give a crap.

Me and Randy talked to some of the regulars

down at Tony's fights.

They said he kept track of all the bets,

money, who owed what.

He was obsessive about it. Wrote it all down in a ledger.

It was reddish-brown.

-You find it? -No.

Someone wants to erase what they owe,

so they shoot him and take his book.

-Hey, anybody got a light? -Lala, you're back.

Great. Uh, Detective Fields was nice enough

to approve our request for a joint investigation.

Yeah, well, plenty of case to go around.

Plus, I like the fact she don't take no for an answer.

Same to you, Detective.

You can sit over there.

Thanks. Don't mind if I do.

This looks downright cozy.

Now, lot of these numb-nuts

in Tony's fights were juicing.

And my team's thinking

this might have something to do with that.

You folks aware

of the steroid ring, keeps popping up?

Yeah, boss. I mean, ma'am.

Couple of the regulars we talked to

thought Tony kept steroids somewhere in the warehouse.

We did a sweep of the place, didn't find none.

No. Tony just ran the fights.

A lot of the fighters used illegal steroids,

but he had no part of that.

Well, if people thought he did,

could be that this was a robbery gone wrong.

Freckles,

what about the guy you said ran from her at the hospital?

(whispers): Actually, I-I don't have freckles.

Well, you look like you should.

LALA: This is the best I could do. Franks is right

about this thing.

It sucks. Mary Jo?

Here. Sign this.

Randy wrote a petition to get Herm

back out there as a field agent, as needed.

-Love it. -Oh, I was about to buzz you.

Is there any way you can get me a better decipher kit?

There aren't enough options in here.

You should get Dalton to help you.

Dalton Basement?

Yeah, he's a talented artist. You didn't know that?

Oh, Gail just brought Tony's mom

into the conference room.

Why didn't you tell me she was here?

I was about to buzz you,

but then you came in complaining about your kit.

HERM: So, yeah, it's like, you know, I'm stoked

that everybody wants me back in the field,

but, you know, what if I freeze up again?

Why'd you freeze up the first time?

I don't know. Guys were firing at us and...

Baby, I know what happened.

I'm asking you why it happened.

VIVIANN: I went to the hospital,

but I couldn't bring myself to get out of the car.

(crying): I don't want to see him like that.

I want to think of him like this.

He talked about you all the time.

How proud he was of your tailoring business.

Every time I saw him,

he had buttons in his pockets

-from when he visited you. -(laughs): Oh...

(sniffles)

You're just how he described you.

He lost his sister...

...but he found you.

Did he tell you anything about his watch?

About it getting stolen, maybe?

The one you gave him?

He always had it.

I know that Anthony ran with a rough crowd,

but he protected me from all that.

He didn't talk about them, he didn't bring them around.

I just wanted you to have this picture.

Uh, I should get back to the hospital.

Even if I can't go in...

it still means something, me being there.

Don't you think it means something,

that I'm there for him?

LALA: Thanks for stopping by all the time.

It means a lot.

And I will never say no

to you delivering Bamboo Palace.

Oh, last time MJ ordered from there,

they forgot Franks's egg foo yong

-again. -No!

-(laughs): Yeah. -No! Was he like...

(Southern accent): "Mary Jo. Fix my food, damn it."

(Southern accent): "Mary Jo, how am I supposed to fill up

-on rice?" -(both laugh)

(regular accent): How is everyone?

How's Gibbs?

(regular accent): Still hasn't come to see you yet, huh?

Not since the hospital.

And I don't count that 'cause I was unconscious.

He's seeing someone.

Her name is Diana, same as my haircut lady.

And, uh, she's the realtor that sold Gibbs's house.

And she seems-- she seems really nice.

A-And I didn't know if I should tell you,

but you were gonna find out at some point anyhow.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

That's great. I'm happy for him.

My fitness-for-duty test

-is coming up. -Mm.

The old leg is ready to go.

Soon as I pass, I am going to strut

into the bullpen like Mick Jagger.

Yes. Best day ever when you get back.

DALTON: Can you describe it?

The nose?

Yes.

Did it have a bulbous tip?

I don't know. It kind of went down.

Let me ask you this.

Do you feel like the basement rooms

collect more dust than other areas of the office?

-(knocking) -Sorry to interrupt.

Woody called, he's got something.

Randy and Gibbs are already headed over.

I was just letting you know.

-Uh, Mary Jo, while I have you... -Dalton?

The DustBuster isn't happening.

You bring it up again, you'll be sorry. You hear me?

("End of the Road" by Boyz II Men playing)

* Come to the end *

* Of the road *

* Still, I can't let go... *

RANDY: Guys?

* It's unnatural... *

Guys, can you please shut it off?

-(music stops) -Gibbs just got dumped!

-Hey. -WOODY: You're kidding.

This is a joke, right?

It was mutual.

PHIL: Hey, sorry about the song, man.

Couldn't get it out of our head, figured we'd just give in to it.

We had no idea it would affect you like that.

No idea.

There's ice cream in the kitchen. Would that help?

Come here.

(clears throat)

PHIL: Don't worry about it. You know,

you'll probably get a new girlfriend

by the end of the day.

What do you have for evidence?

I mean, you're tall, you're good-looking...

-No. -This evidence? -Oh, about the case. Yeah.

WOODY: Sounds good, buddy. Let's get you numbing the pain with work.

This is the bullet we extracted from Anthony Baldino.

Nine millimeter, nothing fancy,

but we did find microscopic pieces of paper

and red leather embedded in it.

WOODY: Yeah. File mentioned a missing ledger.

We think he could've had it in his hand when threatened,

and, uh, held it up in a defensive manner,

bullet went through the book, into his chest.

Shooter must have taken it, then.

This is the jacket Tony was wearing when he was shot.

We're pretty proud of ourselves with this one.

I noticed that the lining

of the jacket had been re-stitched.

And I noticed a slight outline of a foreign object inside.

-Yeah. Yeah. -We're good scientists.

This was sewn into the jacket lining?

GIBBS: Names, amounts owed.

This is a page from the ledger.

Yeah, and what the heck was so important about it

that he'd go through so much trouble to hide it?

-(neighing) -Easy, pal. Easy. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Abe said you were gonna teach me

about this breaking stuff.

MASON: Hey, hey. There you go.

(sighs)

When the horse faces him,

Mason rewards him by loosening the rope.

More the horse struggles, tighter the rope gets.

You do it that way,

teaching the animal who's boss.

-(neighs) -Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

STANLEY: That horse is me.

You ever feel like that?

Like the planet's got a rope around your neck?

MASON: Come on. Okay.

Grab yourself a drink, let me have a go.

MASON: No, I'm getting somewhere

now I got my old rope.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. -FRANKS: I'm telling you,

I've seen this other way work on broncos as stubborn as this.

Lawn Chair Aristotle over there says he's got plans tonight.

I don't think I'm gonna make it till then.

(chuckles)

Don't need it. Get it off him.

Get it off.

Okay.

There you go.

All right. Let's see what you got, Mr. Know-it-all.

(Mason laughs, mutters)

FRANKS: All right, you see this?

See how I'm doing this?

You're making it his decision.

He looks at you, he engages,

and then you reward him by stepping back.

If he says no, you back off,

you try again.

See, I'm-I'm showing him it's safe.

That there ain't nothing to be scared of.

You keep doing this over and over

till he touches his snout to your hand.

(laughs)

And what then, moron?

You got a friend for life?

(laughs) Yeah, I'm-a do you a favor,

and keep my mouth shut on that one. (laughs)

You got something to say, let's hear it.

I don't need your help, Mikey.

You're the one begging me to bring the damn rope.

You got a thing against everything.

You don't like Stanley,

you don't like how I'm breaking that horse.

This ain't about the horse. You resent me.

It ain't my fault you showed up on my doorstep

with your tail between your legs.

Yeah? How about them pillows on your bed?

-What? -I looked in your room,

you got eight pillows on your bed

and not one of them's for sleeping.

-They're all decorative. -The hell are you talking about?

You got light beer in your fridge, Mikey.

I saw it with my own eyes.

And then you're gonna come in here

pushing your namby-pamby way to break that horse?

You gone soft.

And you're looking to be my mama.

But I don't need a mama.

All I needed was my damn rope.

(chuckles)

What, is that all you got?

You should look into some light beer.

You're about busting out of your Wranglers.

Oh, come on, Mikey.

What about dinner?

I'd rather go to work than deal with your dumb ass.

(door slams)

Got it.

Thank you, Mrs. Baldino.

Cop tracked down Tony's mom in her car

in the hospital parking lot.

Oceanside PD getting it done.

-Yeah. -Mom said she didn't sew

the ledger sheet into Tony's jacket.

She taught him to sew. She thinks he did it himself.

-She know why? -Said it's something he does.

Hides valuables in a safe spot.

He's done it since he was a kid.

When he started drinking, that made it tough.

Get drunk, you black out, you forget where you put stuff.

Happens to me all the time.

LALA: She said he started making copies of things

or getting multiples.

If that ledger was important to him,

she'd bet her life there's a current copy hidden out there.

Well, this sheet isn't current. Dates are from

-five years ago. -GIBBS: Everybody on there

is either dead, out of state or in prison.

FIELDS: He was probably blitzed when he sewed it into his jacket,

forgot he put it in there.

Ain't gonna help us none.

LALA: But if there's a current copy out there,

it's got to have some info about our shooter in it.

Any idea where he might hide it?

FIELDS: You know, I'm gonna,

I'm gonna get my guys off their asses,

do another sweep of the warehouse.

Hey, anybody know who sings that song?

It's got a really deep voice.

It's like... * Girl... *

-(groans) -* I'm here for you. *

-No, Dalton... -No, it's like, "All those times at night,

-when you just hurt me and..." -Dalton Basement, please. Just--

Why are you guys acting so weird?

Everyone knows it's Boyz II Men, "End of the Road."

It's all over the radio.

With a "Z."

Now I can hunt down the cassette single.

You want to finish this or what?

Hey.

We saw that guy at the warehouse

-when we went to go see Tony. -RANDY: Yeah,

he was yelling at Tony for shorting him money.

You get a name?

No. But if we start showing this around,

-he could get tipped off. -Yes.

He ran once, he's skittish.

We got to find a way to draw him out.

Yeah, this is turning into an op kind of thing.

We should update Franks. Okay, I'm gonna do this.

-GIBBS: We need copies of that. -RANDY: I think Franks

was staying there for dinner, should I tell him

-to come back? -(doorbell rings)

I'm back.

What?

They're gorgeous.

What did I do to deserve these?

I wanted to give them to you.

LALA: Oh, yeah?

What?

Aw, hell. Um...

You failed your fitness-for-duty test.

Report says you can't go back in the field

'cause of the limitations of your leg.

You can still work as an analyst, though.

-I can't do that. -You can still be in the office with us...

I'm not spending the rest of my life typing up theories.

I'm sorry.

(echoes): I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

VERA: Hey. You okay?

Heard Roy was concerned about you

being weird on the phone this morning.

Good for him. He's the one being weird.

Mm. Lala.

This thing with Tony...

...it's tough.

I know he's a C.I., it's work.

I know that.

But he's done a lot for me.

I see nothing of the doings in the women's bathroom,

-but Lala? -Yeah?

We got a plan.

We're gonna stake out Tony's warehouse.

So, Oceanside PD didn't find a second ledger,

but Lady Franks had them secretly spread the word

that there's a copy hidden in there.

You thinking your guy's gonna show up looking for it?

Oh, hi, Vera, you're in here, too? Yeah, uh,

the shooter stole the first ledger,

so he'd probably want to destroy all copies.

Also, Franks was already on his way back

when I called the range, but since he's not here yet,

Herm's gonna go on stakeout with us.

That's right. Wheeler approved the petition!

Can I get a "hell yeah"?

-I call Herm's car. -I already called it.

-I call your car. -I just told you, I'm with Herm.

(tongue clicks) What's your problem with Boyz II Men?

Why were you weird on the phone this morning?

What did you want me to be like, Gibbs?

My C.I. paged me "911."

(Randy and Herm laugh)

Hey, man, seriously, though.

Thanks for making this happen.

You good? You look good.

Couple little butterflies, you know.

Mary Jo asked me

why I froze up the last time.

Honestly?

Think I just got scared.

Have you tried putting a song in your head?

It's the power of music to calm.

Dude, I'm telling you.

I do this all the time in my head.

-Give me a beat. -What?

(beatboxing)

We broke up.

What?

Diane got a job in L.A.

She asked me to go with her.

I said no, 'cause my family's here.

She thought I meant Shannon and Kelly,

but I was talking about you guys.

That is the dumbest thing I ever heard.

(Herm beatboxing)

Okay, see this lady? She's my muse.

* A lady walks by *

* With a grocery bag *

* She got some pickles, got some bread *

* Got that Dawn dish rag. *

(both laugh)

You want to know why I sounded like that on the phone?

Because Tony is a quality human being

who shows up for people.

When I got out of the hospital,

he went through hell to track down my address.

Unlike some people,

he showed up at my apartment to make sure I was okay.

What, you're mad 'cause I didn't go

-to your apartment? -Yes!

-I went to the hospital! -When I was fricking unconscious!

-(Randy beatboxing) -HERM: Okay, look, look, I got the dog.

* A dog walks by, says he's head of the pack *

* He's in the club, sniffing butts *

* Then he goes to attack *

* I told him hold up, pup *

* Take a seat *

* 'Cause little puppies ain't got nothing on my G *

* Callahan *

* What, what? *

* Gary Callahan *

(both laughing)

BOTH: * Callahan *

You know what? I'm not surprised.

This is you. This is what you do.

Just forget I said anything, all right?

You got scared and you pushed me away.

You ruined everything that could've--

And now you're doing it again.

You're doing it with Diane, with some dumbass excuse

-about "family." -It wasn't an excuse.

Diane sounds amazing.

I cannot believe you went and ruined that, too.

Look, I--

There he is. It's him.

LALA: Guy from the hospital is entering our side.

Copy.

Heading in.

Wait, we got two entering from the north.

(gunshots)

-(grunts softly) -LALA: Shots fired, shots fired.

-We're going in. -(high-pitched ringing)

RANDY: Copy. Us, too.

Hey.

-(gunshots continue) -I got you,

you got me.

Okay?

(gunshots continue)

(shouts)

Randy, move!

RANDY: Herm!

Herm.

-I got him. -MAN: Come on, man.

I didn't know y'all were cops.

RANDY: This isn't the guy

from the hospital.

-Where's our guy? -GIBBS: He's running!

LALA: Yeah!

NIS!

RANDY: Gibbs!

Get your hands behind your back!

-(grunting) -Hey.

Freeze!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

I'm a federal agent!

I'm a federal agent.

Boss, good to see you.

Good to be back, believe you me.

What are you doing out of Evidence?

-You missed a lot. -Catch me up.

It's a lot, boss.

Maybe we should wait for Randy.

Who's she grilling in there, probie?

GIBBS: Guy that ran from her

when she was with Tony in the hospital.

Also, the dude stole Tony's watch.

Also, guy says that he's an undercover DEA agent.

Randy's trying to verify.

Also, we took down two other guys.

They're in holding, but they're saying that

they were just looking to lift some steroids.

You were taking guys down?

Also, Herm's back to field agent, as needed.

He kicked ass out there.

Appreciate it.

It's true.

LALA: Tell me about these steroids.

You know, I've been undercover over a year.

Steroid Act made 'em illegal,

so the DEA's been all over 'em ever since.

I'm supposed to be cutting this ring off at the head.

My guys saw you yelling at Tony couple weeks back.

-You said he shorted you. -It was an act.

I was trying to get in good with a couple guys there.

Then what are you doing with his watch?

You know, a year undercover ain't easy.

You know, people in your old life,

they say they're gonna wait for you to get out.

And then they don't.

I was, um...

I-I was done.

I, uh...

I-I wanted to be gone, you know?

Tony didn't know what was really going on with me,

but, uh, you know,

he saw I needed some kind of saving.

(chuckles)

He said that I could, uh...

that I could borrow this...

...so that I knew

that at least one person was in my corner.

We barely knew each other.

I guess sometimes all you need's a little push

to see things different.

Why'd you show up at the warehouse?

I heard some guys

talking about how there's a second copy

of Tony's ledger.

And I want to find who shot him.

-(knock on door) -RANDY: Hey.

Talked to the DEA. Your status checked.

LALA: You could have

told me that in the hospital.

Yeah, well, you were gonna arrest me.

That sets my cover back months.

And just so you know, I don't think that

that ledger was ever in the warehouse.

You know where it is?

Nah. Tony told me he kept a copy, but

he said he figured out the best place to keep it,

a place he never forgets.

He said, um,

he said it's the...

it's in the safest place you've ever seen.

TONY: Safe house.

Safest place you've ever seen, I'm sure.

Hey, guys.

LALA: We found the note in the ledger

that said she was taking money,

kickbacks, to look the other way on the street fighting.

Detective "Lady Franks" Fields.

Franks said she was nothing like him,

and he was right.

She tried to make excuses for what she did, but...

I told her where to go.

She said she heard about all the notes you took,

so she realized her name was probably in your ledger.

You've been paying her off for months.

The only reason I can think you didn't tell me

is because you thought you saw some good in her.

(crying): You always saw the good.

Anthony, I'm here.

I'm in your corner.

LALA: Tony,

the hell you know where I live?

You know, I had a thing, and then this guy was like,

"no way," so I saved up some cash

and I paid him,

and-and he got a-- You know,

it wasn't easy.

Um...

I got you this. Um...

I mean, I-I found it at the Goodwill,

but I cleaned it up.

It works and everything.

-I love it. -Yeah,

and it's an-- even bigger than a watch,

so you look at that, and you think, damn, yeah,

Tony's in my corner, like, massively.

Thank you.

Yeah, um, 'cause it's like,

Randy said you weren't coming back to work

'cause of your leg and stuff,

and I know what the job means to ya,

so I wanted to stop by and...

(exhales sharply)

You gotta screw what they're telling you.

You gotta get your leg to, you know,

there's gotta be other stuff you can do, more rehab,

maybe in a pool, like aquatic or something?

I-I don't know, but you gotta try it all.

Like-like, defy the odds, man.

Like go to church, too, you know?

Pray for a miracle. I... I been praying for you.

And it's just like...

...it's like the last round

before the last bell.

You gotta fight.

Please, Lala.

You gotta fight.

LALA: You gotta defy the odds, Tony.

It's like the last round before the last bell.

You gotta fight.

Please.

You gotta fight.

OLDER GIBBS: To Lala,

they weren't just C.I.s.

They were people.

God, please...

They were worth taking the time to connect with.

Lala tried to teach me

a lesson or two about connecting.

But that never came easy to me.

(knock at door)

I was just gonna call you.

I know long distance is for idiots--

I don't want to break up.

To being dumb enough to do long distance.

Lala would say to me, "This is you.

This is what you do. You push people away."

She'd say, "You get scared,

and you ruin things that could've been good."

She wanted me to connect,

-not just to her... -Hey.

-...to everyone. -Hey. Come on.

To anyone.

She said sometimes people lose everything, like I did,

and they go the rest of their lives without connecting.

She didn't want that for me.

You know what else is dumb? Bacon.

Vegas? I've never been.

No, bacon. Bacon in a cup.

(laughs)

Wait, you've never been to Vegas?

Mm-mm.

I tried to do what she was telling me.

But I could never connect the way she did.

I loaned it to a...

I mean...

Thanks for getting it back.

(laughs)

Oh, that's my watch.

(laughs) It's your watch.

-Oh, that's... -(laughs)

OLDER GIBBS: She told me to quit being scared,

so I got drunk, flew to Vegas

and got married.

I was trying to take her advice,

but I guess I took it a little too far.

And when you take things that far,

hearts are gonna get broken

by the time you get to the end of the road.

(car alarms whooping)

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