All language subtitles for NCIS S22E07

I'm telling you, Harry, this program is
no joke. I'm taking intro to forensics,

theories of criminal behavior.

Oh, my professor said the FBI recruits
Trey at a Waverly's criminology program.

That is how good it is.

I'm not set on the FBI just yet. You
know, that's why I'm doing this

See how it is to be a private eye.

Not exactly Raymond Chandler.

Who?

Listen, kid.

The client doesn't need 700 pictures of
the wife standing in a window. He just

wants one picture of the wife with the
boy toy.

That's the money shot.

Harry, come on. We have been here all
night. Nothing is going to happen.

Trust me, kid. People will screw each
other any time of day.

Hmm?

Okay.

Showtime.

Come on, kid. Take the picture. I think
the battery died.

How many times I got to tell you? Always
bring a backup.

Come on, lover boy.

Show me your pretty face.

Uh -oh.

Yeah, I'm here.

No, Mrs. Anderson, I get it, okay?
You're upset.

Your daughter's upset. I completely
understand.

But you gotta... Look, Mrs. Anderson, I
don't know what you expect me to do

about this. It's just a game.

You know, it's a kid... Hello?

Hello?

Good morning?

Yeah, not so much.

Who was that?

That was Mrs. Anderson, the third parent
to call me this morning.

Huh. Sounds like somebody could use a
Shazana pump.

The original Apple turnover.

No? You know, 400 years ago, these
babies saved an entire French village.

Oh, thanks. I'm not hungry.

You know what the crazy thing about this
is, too? I volunteered for this.

You volunteered to be yelled at by angry
parents?

No, I volunteered to be a referee of my
kid's local soccer league.

Oh, no.

I mean, I thought it'd be fun, you know?
Good for the kids, nice cardio for me.

So that's why when Jimmy asked me to do
it, I said, yeah.

Hold it.

Jimmy is a ref, too?

Oh, he's not just a ref. He is the head
ref.

Yeah, don't remind me.

Whenever Jimmy puts on those knee -high
thoughts, he becomes a different man.

Okay. Oh, here comes Dr.

Palmer, Mr.

Hyde. No, I hear you, Bob. Yeah, I do.
You are yelling.

Look, I think it might be better if we
just continue this after you've had a

chance to calm down. And maybe not while
you're driving your kids to school.

Although, you know, they have learned
some fun new words today, haven't they?

Okay. All right. You have a good day,
Bob. All right. Bye -bye.

Hmm. So it's on a palm, huh?

You know, these things saved a village.

Maybe.

So what'd you guys do to piss off all
the parents?

No, it's nothing, really.

Just a little disagreement about a call
we made.

It was a call that decided the
championship game.

And the kids were crying, parents were
yelling.

I don't know.

It's kind of awful.

It's all part of being a ref, Tim.

It'll blow over. You'll see.

All right.

Let's... Kickoff, folks. We got a dead
naval researcher in an Arlington park.

Jimmy, see you there.

Anyone heard from Nick?

Call him on the way.

All right, we got Dr. Roger Carnahan.

He's the new head of Warfare and Weapons
at the Office of Naval Research.

He only had the job about 10 months.

ONR, isn't that near here?

That's about a 10 -minute walk east, and
the doctor's house is about a 10

-minute walk west.

Torres finally got back to me. He said
he's not feeling well.

I remember the last time he was sick.

Well, the good news is I don't think you
guys are going to need four agents to

solve this one.

Call it, ref.

We got a gun near his hand, a bullet
near his temple. This looks like a

Maybe the pressure of the new job got to
him?

So what are we thinking? He was walking
to work when he decided to stop here and

kill himself?

Why even start walking to work in the
first place?

It's a great park.

Yeah. I mean, I'd like to have a nice
view before I die.

Jimmy? Yeah?

Help me lift up his head. I'm trying to
unlock his phone. Oh, sure, yeah.

It's not all that uncommon for suicides
to occur outside of the house. It spares

their loved ones the cleanup.

Doesn't look like a good doctor was
married. I don't see a ring.

Then what's that?

Looks like a ring. It was a tan line
from where it used to be.

We need to talk to his wife.

I'm in his phone. I can look up her.

Wow.

Well, what is it?

I think I might know why Carnahan killed
himself.

Hey, guys.

What are you doing here?

I was going to ask you the same
question.

We need to speak to Mrs. Carnahan.

Not what he looked like?

Jimmy puts Dr. Carnahan's time of death
between 6 .30 and 7 a .m. He received

the photos of you and Amber just before
that.

Who sent these?

I don't know.

They used an encrypted messaging app.

Nick, I want to give you the benefit of
the doubt, but you've got to realize how

this looks.

Tell me you're not having an affair with
our victim's wife.

Amber's not a flame.

She's a confidential informant.

She's your CI?

Since when?

Remember that party that Thugnapp threw
a few weeks ago?

Yeah, I remember making an excuse to get
out of it.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, really? Well, that's great, I think.

Just what happened at the party? What do
you think happened? I got bored.

Throwed up a plate with food. I went to
the terrace thinking, hey, I'm going to

lay low here.

Except Amber had the same idea.

Started to talk for a while. Then she
finally told me that she had evidence.

Their husband was going to commit a
crime.

She couldn't talk in front of them, so I
slipped her my card.

Why didn't you come up?

Because she was scared.

Trust me, if I would have brought you
in, she would have pulled away.

How do you know that?

Because it's what I do, Parker.

You cultivate orchids, I cultivate sea
ice.

All right, how did you end up at this
fine establishment?

Amber called me, she said she wanted to
meet. I showed up, we talked, but she

was still too scared.

Skip to the end. What was her husband
planning to do?

I don't know. You knocked on the door.
You screwed everything up. Can you blame

us? It's my fault.

I didn't know where else to go, so I
checked in here.

Roger's always been the jealous type.

He must have hired someone to follow me.

How could he have known?

He's done it before.

Amber, I'm sorry for your loss.

But considering the sensitive nature of
your husband's work, we need to know

everything.

You can trust him.

You're right.

Director Vance, I'm already having a
hard enough time accepting that Roger

Carnahan took his own life, but now you
also expect me to believe that he was

planning to sell top -secret research?

I don't want to believe it either, Dr.
Lithcott, but the allegations are

serious. What is your source?

Dr. Lithcott, I'm afraid that we can't
reveal our source while the

is ongoing.

But they mentioned a project that the
doctor was planning to steal.

Does the Mad Falcon ring any bells?

Alarm bells.

What can you tell us?

Nothing. It's top secret with a capital
everything.

You'd need authorization.

Let me worry about that.

Right now, we need you to lock down ONR
systems.

We're sending a computer forensic
specialist to do a sweep.

Of course, director.

But before I go, how is Mrs. Carnahan
doing?

I can't imagine what she must be going
through.

Don't worry, Doctor.

She's in good hands.

I'll await your specialist.

Good hands?

I take it you saw the photos from the
motel?

I have.

Let's just hope the press never sees
them.

I want to know who took them, and I want
them contained.

I'll get Casey on it.

Torres.

Was he out of bounds?

No.

But it's still a mess.

You're doing the right thing.

Right thing?

The right thing about Roger Kilt.

He's dead because of me.

Come on, stop.

If you're going to blame someone, blame
me.

I should have seen you were being
watched.

If I had, this would have never
happened.

No. Hey, you were there for me when I
needed someone.

Sorry to interrupt.

Just wanted to let you know that we
found hard drives taken from the ONR

under the floorboards of your house.

You were right.

So does this mean that I can go home
now?

Well, the place is crawling with federal
agents. Do you have any friends or

family that you can stay with?

No family, and I really don't have any
friends.

Well, you're right.

Yeah.

I haven't eaten anything since
yesterday.

Well, then let's get you some food.

Jimmy. Oh, sorry, Tim. I was just
practicing my tones. I don't think I

end of play triple blast down.

Oh, there it is.

Remember, your whistle is your voice on
the field. Don't be afraid to use it.

Yeah. Hey, Jimmy, the call that we made
this past weekend, do you think that

maybe we got it wrong?

Do you think we got it wrong?

I don't know. I keep replaying it in my
head, right?

I see the shot on goal, and I see little
Susan Finley leaps for it.

And she saved it.

Look, Tim, all of these parents saying
they saw the ball cross the goal line,

they don't make the call.

Okay, we make the call.

Simple as that.

Right, right. But I think they may be
right.

Whoa. Time out.

Sorry, I know there's no time outs in
soccer. But, Tim, what you're going

through right now, it's natural.

I felt the same thing when I first
started reffing.

Doubting myself, questioning every call,
wondering if I had what it takes. Now,

trust me, it will pass.

And until it does, you can't let these
parents get under your skin.

Okay?

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

Besides, we totally made the right call.

I'm not sure I can say the same thing
about Dr. Carnahan here.

What do you mean?

Well, I pulled up his medical records. A
few weeks ago, he went to see an

orthopedic surgeon about a torn rotator
cuff in his right shoulder.

Now, raising a gun up to shoot himself
in the head at the angle he did would

have been nearly impossible.

Speaking of angles, take a look at this.

Now... If he had shot himself, you would
expect the bullet to pass through in a

horizontal plane.

But in this case, the bullet passed
through at a downward angle.

Someone else was holding the gun, which
would make this murder.

When Roger was offered the job at ONR, I
was huge.

But it meant that I had to quit my job
in L .A. and move across the country

him.

And what did you do in L .A.? You're
going to laugh.

Try me.

I was an on -air pitch woman for the Buy
Now Home Shopping Channel.

I knew I recognized you. I think I
actually bought a blender from you at 3

Yeah, that was me.

Blenders, vacuums, mops.

I could sell anything.

Roger thought it was stupid.

Frivolous was the word he used.

Not like his work.

And he had a point.

So I quit.

And here I am.

For better or for worse, right?

Amber, did he ever hurt you?

I, um... I had a lot of coffee.

Where's the, um... Through that door.

All right. Sorry.

Mm -hmm.

You okay?

I'm fine, yeah.

Amber, I'm worried about her husband.

Yeah, real piece of work, huh?

Took a lot of courage for her to speak
up.

And she's really lucky that she found
you.

I know you've only known her for a
couple of weeks, but you've been really

protective. Yeah, well, I've known...

Man like Carnahan.

Hi, sir.

Jimmy just ruled Carnahan's death a
homicide.

And Cyber Division confirms he stole
files from ONR's system.

Met the killer for those files.

Help me!

No shot! No shot!

We put a bolo out on the van, and the
MPD is setting up a perimeter.

I don't understand. Why would someone
take Amber Carnahan?

We think that whoever her husband was
selling top -secret research to must

found out that she's been talking to
NCIS.

So they killed him and abducted her?

Probably, to find out how much she told
us.

And what will they do with her after
that?

Oh, God. We're going to find out. But it
would help if we knew what her husband

stole. What is the Mad Falcon?

SecDef has authorized Dr. Lifcott to
read his hand, please.

MAD Falcon is the Navy's next generation
hypersonic missile.

MAD stands for Missile Air Defense. It's
a culmination of years of research.

Is that what I think it is?

Yes. The Falcon would be the first
nuclear -capable hypersonic missile in

military arsenal.

Well, that narrows our suspect list.

Russia, China, North Korea.

Carnahan wasn't hurting for money. He
didn't just wake up one day and decide

betray his country. I'm thinking he was
recruited years ago.

It's a pretty big thing to miss on a DOD
background check. Yeah, too big.

Makes you wonder who ran it.

Track him down.

Agent Parker, please find Mrs. Carnahan.

Sam? Find the van? Well, yes and no. We
got a hit on a traffic cam from about

seven hours ago.

This is from the Arlington Park where
Dr. Carnahan was murdered.

So whoever killed Carnahan kidnapped
Amber.

But that doesn't help the finder.

What about the motel?

What about it? Remember I told you I
found the Y -band parked outside right

where the photos were taken?

Room 39.

That's the one about no coincidences,
right?

So maybe the killer was watching Amber
at the motel to see who she was talking

to? And used these photos to sell her
husband's murder as a suicide.

In case he's been working on IDing the
photographer, I'll go talk to her.

Knight, I need you to pull Carnahan's
background investigation and find out

worked it. I want to know why they
missed these red flags.

You got it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Torres, where are you
going?

I'm going to go see if Jimmy missed
anything else important.

Look, whoever staged Carnahan's suicide
knew what they were doing. This isn't

Jimmy's fault. No, it's not. It's mine.

She was my C .I., Parker.

It was my job to protect her. Yeah, and
it still is.

Jimmy's doing his job. You do yours.

Go back over Amber's statement. Maybe
there's something that we missed.

All right.

Hey, Case.

Hey, Mickey. Hey, tell me if this is
weird. So I just finished analyzing the

dryas barn at the Carnahan house.

Guess what they contained?

Top secret missile designs.

Nothing. Well, not nothing. I mean,
like, you know, expense reports and

transcripts. A recipe for cauliflower
soup.

Nothing remotely classified.

Weird, right?

Yeah, very weird.

But that's not why I'm down here.

Oh, the motel photos?

Yeah, any luck IDing who took them? Woo!

It has been a journey, my friend.

So, first I started off trying to trace
the encrypted text that put the photos

on Carnahan's phone in the first place.
No luck.

But then I noticed something interesting
in one of the wider shops.

See that?

Yeah, it looks like smoke.

Oh, yeah. And that little tendril sent
me on the hunt for some butts.

Cigarette butts. I figured someone in
the van was a smoker, and since most

vehicles phased out ashtrays decades
ago, I assume they sadly did what most

people do.

Cops their butts out the window.

Drives me crazy.

Oh, yeah, me too.

But I was right. So I sent Kurt to the
motel, and he found five butts, all in

the area where the photos were taken.

Two of the butts were useless, but three
of the butts had partial fingerprints.

So I took all the partial prints from
the butts. Oh, my gosh.

I'm thinking butts a lot, aren't I?

And I ran them all through acres.

Still waiting. But nevertheless...

I thought I could update you on Refgate
2024.

Refgate? Oh, yeah. I also like Scandal
Ball. Yeah, Curtis told me about your

little championship confusion, and I
realized that what you need is VAR.

Video Assisted Referee?

Exactly. So I uploaded all the social
media videos of the game into a

and it generated a 3D reenactment of the
disputed play.

Casey, this is... About as sporty as I
get.

I was a clumsy child.

Still can't tell if the ball crossed the
goal line.

Wait for it.

Crossed?

They scored?

Which means... Which means I were wrong.

We made a bad call.

What are you going to do?

Oh, got hit on the front.

Okay, so meet Harold Lamb, retired Navy,
now a private investigator.

And, oh, guess what kind of vehicle is
registered to his name?

A white van.

Mm -hmm.

Do we know where he is now?

Someone's inside.

Open up!

Out of the van!

What?

Headphones off!

Out of the van!

Okay. Let's go!

Turn around.

I'm just an intern. I'm doing this for
school credit.

Daniel Simmons goes to Waverly
University.

No sign of Amber.

Who? Where's Lam?

He's undercover in the bar next door.

He's on a case. So are we. Pull him out
now.

Oh, man.

You got some nerve burning me like that.

Do you know how many weeks it took for
me to set up this undercover?

And what the hell does NCIS want with me
anyway? I've been retired from the Navy

for 30 years.

Oh.

Now I get it.

Lover boys are fed.

Okay, now is this the point where we
shut off the camera and we all go look

my teeth?

Where is she?

How could I know? I mean, I hate to
break it to you, Casanova, but 10 to 1,

probably tucked tailed and went back to
her husband. So if you want to find her,

you can ask him.

Yeah, well, he's not talking, Harry.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Well... That explains why I haven't
gotten paid.

Wait a minute.

Is that why I'm here? Because you think
I did this? We've got your van at the

park where Carnahan was killed, and
we've got your van at the diner where

was kidnapped.

Well, I don't know anything about that,
but that's not my van.

Looks like your van.

Yeah, but it's not. I mean, there are a
whole lot of white vans out there. Why

do you think I use them for
surveillance?

Now, listen.

Carnahan hired me ten days ago because
he thought he was being too timed by her

and he wanted me to tell her, which I
did. That's it. End of story.

What about the beginning?

What? When did you first meet him?

I told you about ten days ago. Wrong
answer. You met him a year ago.

You did his background investigation
before he joined ONR.

Government work is classified, so...

It's not a lie if Uncle Sam says it
isn't.

Well, it is a crime to falsify the
report.

What? What are you talking about?

Carnahan was clean as a whistle.

I got news for you, Harry. Before he was
murdered, Carnahan stole top -secret

research. But you already knew that,
didn't you?

And you painted a pretty picture with
this report, which got Carnahan in the

door at ONR, and then you two hatched a
plan to steal and sell the Mad Falcon.

You think this is funny?

No.

I think it's a setup.

And I think that broad has got her
hooked so deep into you that you can't

see it.

I've got a problem. Oh, actually, more
than one. I've been processing the vans,

and the PI's hidden camera confirms that
he was in that bar for the last five

hours. So he couldn't have abducted
Amber. And we are looking for a

white van.

And what's the other problem?

I've been trying to track Amber's phone,
and when I accessed her cloud account,

I found two files. The first is the
guest list for SecNav's party where she

Torres met.

How the hell did she get that?

And the second is Torres' classified
NCIS file.

How the hell did she get that? I don't
know how, but I know when she got it. A

whole week before she and Torres had
their meet -cute.

Lam's right.

This is a setup.

Amber's been playing us the whole time.

Amber's got to be one hell of a hacker
to pull SecNav's party list from a DOD

server. And she would have had to hack
one of our own to get an ex -personnel

file. Got Curtis looking into it now.

We're missing something.

Amber's a TV pitch woman. She sells mops
and chia pads, not hypersonic missiles.

Don't sell her short.

Before moving to D .C., Amber worked in
L .A. for the Buy Now Home Shopping

Channel. And as part of her job, she
spent a lot of time in China working

suppliers, especially this man.

Zhao Ming, the deputy minister of
Chinese state security.

He has a history of grooming American
assets.

You're saying that Amber might be a spy.

Well, if that's true, maybe her
kidnapping wasn't a kidnapping.

Maybe it was an extraction disguised as
kidnapping.

Kind of like a murder disguised as a
suicide.

I'm telling you, we're missing
something.

Nick, listen, you may not want to hear
this, but everything that she has done

all points to her playing the long game.

What game?

Why come to me? Why tip me off on a
crime she's about to commit?

Look, I'm not saying that she's
innocent.

I'm just saying.

We're missing something.

Well, we better find her and get some
answers.

I think I know who might be able to
help.

Oh, wow. So he just walked out naked?

And what did you do?

Well, my job.

Took the pictures.

Client never used them, though, I guess,
because we target the senator now, so.

That's a warrant for all of your
surveillance from Amber Kernighan.

Oh, I see. So first you accused me of
murder and kidnapping, but now you want

help, right?

The sooner we find her, the sooner you
get your van back.

We just need help going through all of
this. Anything that might tell us where

she's going.

Oh, so she wasn't kidnapped.

I think that's the last of it. Man,
Harry, you've got a whole office back

Yeah, office, bedroom, occasionally
bathroom.

Yeah, I found the jars.

Oh, I also found this.

It was buried under a stack of folders.

Well, that's a bronze star.

Well, that's going to be a story.

Yeah, not really.

Listen, I think that my intern would do
a better job of this than me, so... He's

already back away, really. Except it's
all in.

Let's get this over with.

Hold the elevator.

Thanks. Hey, what are you still doing
here? Oh, I just finished my autopsy

report. What about you? Any luck finding
Mrs. Carnahan?

Unfortunately not.

Yeah, feel for Nick.

Having someone you trust betray you like
that, I can't imagine.

Listen, Jimmy, about the game.

What are you doing?

Tim, I saw the reenactment Casey made.

So you know.

Did you tell anyone?

No.

But don't you think we should?

Absolutely not, Tim. You know these
parents.

Will you reverse our decision?

We'll never hear the end of it. They
will question every call we make. Our

of reffing will be over.

Yeah, but what about the kids that
should have won? I mean, don't you think

deserve to know?

Kids are resilient.

Trust me.

It's the parents who are fragile.

All right. Well, whatever you decide,
Jimmy. I got your back.

Thank you, ref.

Oh, you got it flipped up.

Oh, right.

Never done that before.

Quite the power move.

All right, what about this? She had
lunch alone at a cafe two days in a row.

Did she interact with anyone?

Nope. Did she leave anything?

No. Did you take any photos?

No, because her husband wanted me to get
a picture of her in the act, not while

she's eating a croissant.

Hey, you know what? I'm done with this.
This is just a waste of time.

Sit down, Harry.

What? You're going to arrest me? I said
sit down.

Okay, maybe we should take a break.

You know what your problem is, Torres?

You broke the first rule of
surveillance.

Never get too close. Because when you
get too close, you get burned.

What happened to you, man?

You served your country.

You know they only gave you these two
heroes?

I look at you.

Yeah.

I served all right.

And you know what I got?

I got screwed over.

So... I guess me and you, we got a lot
more in common than we thought.

Nick.

Hey.

Listen to him.

Why not?

He's right.

She played me.

She read my files. She knew about the
men who hurt my mother. She knew what

buttons to push.

Someone came to you asking for help.

And what did you do?

You helped them.

Because that's who you are and that's
who you've always been.

Nick, you didn't do anything wrong.

So get out of your head.

They got a true time and broad catch.

Well, maybe this will help.

A GPS tracker?

Yeah. I put it on Amber's car. I didn't
say anything because... Because it's

illegal?

What was Amber doing in a place like
this?

You hear that sound?

Coming from in there.

Ready?

Ready to.

Dr. Lithcott?

What's she doing here?

Not breathing.

On the band.

From a man who kidnapped me. He had me
locked in there for hours.

I knew you'd come.

Drop the act.

What act?

I know you targeted me.

What are you talking about? The Mad
Falcon.

You and your hubby stole the plans.

I have no idea what you're talking
about.

I found something on my jogger memory.

Is that a 3D printer?

Yeah. Check it out.

They were printing parts for a Falcon
missile prototype.

Coming back to you?

I don't know what it looks like.

She's right.

They didn't steal plans for a missile.

Behold the mad Falcon.

A vacuum cleaner?

I can explain.

You've got it all wrong.

Well, half wrong.

See, it turns out you and your husband
didn't steal the Mad Falcon.

That's what I'm trying to tell you. But
you and Dr. Lithcott did.

Phone calls and emails between you and
Dr. Lithcott going back months.

The two of you are accomplices.

She stole the plans for the Falcon and
you used NCIS to frame your husband for

it. Lithcott killed him.

Then you killed her.

No. No, I would never.

I lied when I told you that I didn't
have any friends here.

I had one.

Wendy Lithcott.

She told me everything about the Mad
Falcon.

Would that be the mithril or the vacuum?

The mithril was a dud.

After five years and billions of
dollars, it didn't work.

When my husband joined ONR, he shoved
the project.

And how did Wendy feel about that?

What do you think?

She poured her heart and soul into the
Falcon.

One night, we were drowning our sorrows
over a bottle of wine, and she told me

everything. High -speed vortex.

Cyclonic separation.

I don't know what they mean, but I have
said those words a thousand times when I

was selling vacuums on TV.

So you weren't going to sell the Falcon
to a foreign power.

You were going to put them on store
shelves.

It was simple.

Wendy designs it, and I use my home
shopping contacts to get it to market.

But they were still Navy property.

You're telling me that this was worth
committing treason? It was worth it if

meant I finally got away from him. He
was a monster.

The Falcon was my ticket out.

I know what you're thinking.

But I didn't kill him.

Then who did?

I don't know.

Someone found out about our plan.

He killed Roger. Then he kidnapped me.

Then he contacted Wendy and told her if
she didn't give up the Falcon, he would

put a bullet in my head.

But I'm guessing your kidnapper wasn't
too thrilled when he learned that the

Falcon missile was nothing but a high
-priced Hoover.

He got angry.

He shot Wendy and got away with a copy
of the Falcon.

Please, you have to believe me.

Nick, tell them.

Nick, please.

Please tell them. You know me. You know
I'm not a killer.

Nick, please.

What do you think?

Hey, she's lying.

I wasn't talking to you.

Sit down, please.

I believe her.

After everything she's done?

Yeah, Amber's not a murderer.

Somebody else killed them.

Man, seriously, the more I study this
thing, the more I want one.

Here, check it out.

Okay.

It uses the missile's impeller
technology to compress and expel air,

the need for internal combustion.

Casey. No, hold on now. Wait a minute.
People talk about building a better

mousetrap, but damn, this thing could
suck up mice like candy. Casey. Oh,

Sorry. Killer on the loose. Okay.

Here we go.

So, I proxied the van that you recovered
from the warehouse.

According to the van, it was stolen
three days ago. Now, I found Amber's

Amber's fingerprints, Amber's DNA.

No one else has it.

Whoever they are, they are smart.

Okay, but you're smarter, right?

I'm sorry, Nick. But all I can tell you
about the killer is what radio station

they liked.

Because it was playing when I started
the van.

WVUI, the official station of... Waverly
University.

They told you you were smarter.

Hey, Tim.

Is Eric still with you?

When did he leave?

Hey, Harry.

What's on the schedule?

Hey, kid. Well, no cases today. Just a
business opportunity.

Vacuums.

Excuse me?

Come on, kid.

Don't act dumb.

I know what you did. I was looking at
the surveillance of Amber last night,

I saw gaps and missing reports, all of
which happened when you were working

on your shift. Your van's a mess, Harry.
You probably lost it.

No, I don't think so. No, I think that
you overheard Amber talking about

stealing the Falcon, and you decided to
cash in.

The only thing was, you didn't count on
becoming a vacuum salesman, but I can

help you with that.

You're crazy. I'm out of here.

Or I could turn you into NCIS.

I leech off Amber's plan, now you leech
off mine?

Is that it?

Way of the world, kid.

The question is, why did you kill
Carnahan?

He's a loose end.

Leaving him alive was the biggest flaw
in Amber's plan.

But I thought of everything.

Get in the van.

How many times I gotta tell you, kid?

Always bring backup.

Drop the gun, Danny.

Dope. Got it all on tape.

Yeah, I guess you get your criminology
degree when you're in prison.

You son of a bitch.

Nick, you okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Are you?

Yeah.

Jimmy?

You down here?

Hey, Tim. Thanks for coming.

Yeah, what's going on? Why are you in
uniform?

I want to look official for my last act
as head ref.

I'm resigning.

What? Because of one bad call?

No, it wasn't just that.

You know, I started reffing after Brina
died.

And suddenly I was a single dad, my life
spinning out of control.

And I know this is going to sound silly,
but the rules.

And of course, the uniform really helped
me through a tough time.

You know, and then everything with Jeff.
Yeah, I guess I just kind of doubled

down.

But it's time to make a substitution.

Remember, Tim, your whistle is your
voice.

On the field.

Don't be afraid to use it.

Jimmy, if being a ref helps you, you
gotta keep doing it. Because you are the

best head ref this league has ever seen.

Come on, come on.

Besides, I already quit.

These parents are crazy. I just want to
watch my kids play soccer.

I know, right? I mean, if you ask me,
some of these people take this stuff way

too seriously.

I guess we both got played for suckers,
huh?

Well, that's what you get for trying to
do the right thing.

Hey, thanks for your help in getting
Danny's confession.

Oh, it was kind of fun.

Being part of a team again.

Last time I felt like that, I was with
the Seals and now.

Which is why I asked you to meet me
here.

You left this back at N .C .I .F.?
Harry,

you stay in touch with any of your old
teammates?

Not many of them left, though.

Most of them that are deserve this more
than I do.

Let me ask you.

Why did you do that and push me out of
the way?

You could have been killed.

You were my C .I., Harry.

It was my job to protect you.

I don't have to explain that to a hero
like you.

So, um, you gonna buy me lunch?

Oh, man, there he is.

See, I should have let him shoot you.

Well, that's what you get for doing the
right thing.