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Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Hey, Ned.

Go reset that mannequin.

Why? They're just going to fall again.

And then you'll pick it up again.

That's how this works.

Hey, why not keep them on the ground then, Dad? They're still targets whether

they're standing or not.

For the hunter -tomboy, you don't shoot them when it's laying down. It's against

nature. Fine. Okay. Whatever.

Okay.

Today. Against nature.

Your faith is against nature? This place is a damn junkyard. I am so out of

here, I swear.

Many mannequins are trying to get out of this place.

What the hell?

It is so nice to not have to eat on the run for a change.

Rare.

I got to eat another sandwich in a car.

Or over a dead body.

What about you over there? Another bento box?

Oh, you bento betcha. Got some hummus, chicken.

I don't know.

Taburi. Oh, yeah, and look, you got each shite of minutes on very little

compartment there. Okay, go ahead and say it.

I'm not saying it worked.

Uh, I'll say it. Even her lunch liked its personal space.

And there it is.

There goes Casey the gym rat.

With the lab report you requested, and I'll be back in about an hour. So how

many weeks in a row is it now?

About nine, but, you know, counting.

Hey, I could use a training partner.

If you're ready, let me know.

Ready for you, Nick?

Never knew.

Plus, my gym is women's only, so unless you want to work out in drag.

Don't dare me. I'll do it, man.

You keep doing what you're doing, girl. Looks good on you. Feels good, thanks.

You enjoy your bento any which way you like. Leave your lunch alone, boy.

For the record, Nick, I would pay a lot to see you work out and drive.

He says more about you than he does me.

Good for Casey, huh?

Talk about an extra spring in her step.

Seriously, good for her.

Good for us.

Enjoying our lunch together?

Too bad we'll have to take it to go.

Somehow I knew that was coming.

Where to?

Outdoor shooting range, Falls Church. Got a dead Navy reservist.

Nope. You've been told to go. Has a good ring to it.

You heard Casey.

Lay off knowledge.

Our victim is Lieutenant Victor Bateson, former active duty now reservist.

Should I bother asking cause of death, Jimmy?

Obvious call. It'd be a gunshot wound, but I can't even begin to count all of

them. Easier to tell you where he wasn't shot.

Hey, guys.

Victor Bateson. Ring any bells?

Not a one.

No idea how in the hell he got in there, either.

What about the car?

What about it? How long has it been here?

This one, about a week.

So for a whole week, you've been using this nice old car as target practice?

It's an old junker.

But it wasn't always, now was it?

You got any security cameras, Mr. Gordon?

Nope, pretty old school here.

Yeah, I had a feeling.

I can guarantee that that guy was not in there when we closed up last night.

What time was that?

Right at dark, around 7.

Open up again at first light.

So we're looking at about a 12 -hour window.

Guys, for what it's worth, I'm smelling alcohol here. I don't drink a whole lot,

but maybe tequila?

So perhaps the lieutenant drunkenly wandered out here in the middle of the

night, climbed in the back seat to sleep it up? Until the firing started in the

morning?

Anything's possible.

How many shooters have you had here this morning?

20, maybe 30 so far.

We keep signing books at the front desk, got every name and weapon listed.

We're going to need those.

What, I have to go get them?

Okay. No, no, no.

I'm going.

I'm going.

How close are we, Jimmy?

I'm ready.

But the body is so large and, frankly, perforated, it might be easier to cut

the back seat, use it as a gurney of sorts.

What? Is that really necessary?

I mean, why don't we take the whole car with a body and whatever evidence is in

there? Can't argue with that.

All right, I'll call in a tow.

Hey, Agent Parker.

Yeah, here's our sign -in book.

Not even a floppy disk?

Too high -tech for my old man.

Well, we can forget the drunken wandering part. Post -mortem lividity

lack of blood in the back seat says that the tenant here was killed and then

dumped here.

So we got ourselves an old -school cover -up attempt.

Isolating the bullet that killed him, that's going to be like finding a needle

in a haystack.

Grain of sand at the beach.

Black cat in a coal mine.

Yeah, yeah, these are all good. Whatever metaphor we go with, I imagine that's

precisely what the killer was counting on.

Lieutenant Victor Bateson.

35 years old, former active duty. He joined the reserves two years ago. No

of kin listed.

Okay, thank you.

And that was Bateson's CEO.

She said he was a model officer and something of a gentle giant.

Any employment records?

Apparently, Bateson had nailed down a permanent career since retirement,

between reserve duties, he worked a bunch of part -time jobs.

Such as?

The last the CEO spoke to him was two days ago as he headed to work at a

Lionheart Bar and Grill in Old Town.

Okay, great. Why don't you and Torres take the Lionheart and we'll visit the

Actually, I was thinking that maybe I can help Casey search the car.

Just go in the evidence garage.

Sure.

McGee? Oh,

no need.

I can see if I can get the Lionheart to come to us.

Too soon for a progress report?

Never. This is eight bullets down.

142 to go. Really?

150 bullets?

I can confirm that one of these slugs nicks the lieutenant's pulmonary artery,

causing him to bleed out in just a matter of minutes. And when I say one of

these slugs, I mean...

All of those. His chest cavity alone is so chock full of lead, it's going to be

quite a while before we figure out which bullet actually killed him. Well,

compare them all against the guns listed in Gordon's books in Process of

Elimination. Should give us our killer bullet.

Hopefully lead us to whoever fired it, huh?

Oh, sorry. Was that out loud?

Kind of. What was that?

Inappropriate. We do that around here sometimes. It's kind of a nervous tick.

Autopsy sometimes flashed me back to that operation game I had as a kid, you

know, with the annoying buzzer. Yeah, yeah, that's still around. That's

Victoria's favorite.

Your daughter? Yeah, she's also discovered a mouse trap. Remember that

yeah. Oh, yeah. With the marble and the mouse and the trap. Little plastic

pieces the kid can choke on. Timeless classic, right?

And still inappropriate.

How long till we have the fatal bullets?

I'm not sure, but I will keep pulling all night long until I find them.

No.

No? I mean, sure, you can work late if you want, but you got a kid.

Be home before bedtime. The lieutenant will still be here in the morning.

Okay, I get it, I get it. A little reverse psychology, let me assure you.

Completely unnecessary.

If I come back here at midnight and you're still here, you're fired.

Really? No, not really, but, you know.

Got it.

Double reverse psychology.

Not bad.

Not bad.

I can't believe it. I just left him a message an hour ago, wondering where he

was.

Peacekeeper is never late for work, but I never for once thought that...

Peacekeeper? Best bouncer I ever had.

Victor has this gift for dealing with people, for keeping the peace.

Still, being a bouncer, he must have made a few enemies.

Rarely had to raise his voice, let alone a fifth.

You said he left work last night at around 2 a .m.

Any chance he's been drinking?

He usually had a few around closing time.

He didn't seem drunk, if that's what you're asking.

Do you know if he owned any firearms?

He was found at Gordon's shooting range not too far from here.

I couldn't say for sure.

And how about you?

Oh, no.

I'm more of a Louisville flugger behind the bar kind of guy.

But if you're looking for somebody who knows the shooting ranges, you should

talk to Annie Oakley.

Annie Oakley?

Yeah.

Victor's ex -wife. I mean, at least that's what he called her.

And I am in no way pointing fingers, but I do recall him telling me that they

had a pretty messy divorce.

Like, real bad.

Bullet hole 189.

It's like an art installation.

Swiss cheese and rusted metal.

Well, I guess it's true what they say. Art is in the eye of the beholder.

Pretty sure that's beauty.

Well, tomato, potato, right?

Hmm. Well, look at the time. Gotta go.

Can't do much until Jimmy pulls bullets anyway, so... Night?

Yes. What? Oh.

I get it. Night.

Night, night.

Night. Night.

So what's with the clunker?

It really isn't a clunker. Not to you it isn't.

What's the deal?

Okay, so my very first car was the same make, model, and year.

Here it is.

I guess it was a tad sentimental.

Maybe a really big tad.

You know, I do have a mechanic friend that maybe he could restore it, or at

least give it a proper burial.

Well, my sympathies, but Parker just got an address on the ex -wife.

You mean me?

No, no, no. You stay. It's cold.

You go ahead and make the funeral arrangements.

Night.

Night. Night.

My night.

I figured it was something like that. You never forget your first car.

First anything, really.

Taurus had to look in his eyes like I still get when I watch the original King

Kong. My favorite old movie as a kid.

Oh. Whoa.

And that is my second childhood reminiscence of the day.

So... So, isn't that like a sign of impending doom?

Like a heart attack or something?

Well, are you smelling any burnt toast?

Could be a stroke.

Whole wheat or rye? Does it matter?

Not if you're just being paranoid.

But if we start talking about Malibu Barbie, then we're going to know it's

contagious.

Oh.

Casey? Uh, you guys.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

We're here to see the ex -wife of our victim.

Ex -wife of our victim?

Oh, I've gotten it, Casey.

Friends of yours?

We're looking for Lexi Davis.

Uh, sure.

Lexi's in here.

The Netta Firearms has taken all the qualities of your standard revolver and

given it a grip that will fit your hand just right.

Now, who would like to try?

Lexi, we have some new guests.

Hi, welcome.

What can I do for you?

NCIS, Ms. Davis.

Any chance for a private word? We have a few questions.

First of all, if I had known this woman was the ex -wife of our victim, I

wouldn't even be here.

Well, we didn't find out ourselves until about an hour ago.

Why are you here?

For pretty much the reasons you might guess.

You're in the market for a gun and you didn't tell me?

You know I can hook you up. Well, see, that's why I didn't tell anyone. I don't

need hooking up. I don't definitely know that I'm in the market.

Kind of seems like you're in the market.

I can't believe that, Pam.

Everyone loves Victor.

Who would do such a thing?

I don't know. Maybe an ex -wife with a grudge?

Wait, so the grapevine tells you that we have a messy divorce and just like that

on the prospect?

We're just talking.

But also, yeah.

It was awful, but we worked through it the last two years.

Cecil spoke to him all the time. Victor and I were...

How did it even happen?

He was found with multiple gunshot wounds.

At Gordon's shooting range.

Any chance this photo was taken there?

That hellhole, no. I would never set foot in there, and neither would Victor.

But you do know the place.

Only by reputation.

I represent responsible gun ownership agents.

Unlike Gordon, who let some idiot throw a grenade there last year.

Where were you last night?

I was preparing for this.

Hosting private gun salons in your living room is a hobby?

No. It's my livelihood.

I'm marketing director for Zanetta.

My sales rep, Dora, she holds these events to help expand our female

market. Neither of which implicate me either, by the way.

Do you have any idea who we can implicate?

None.

You know, Victor is like a big teddy bear.

I doubt it was anyone at the bar.

He loved that job.

Unlike his new gig.

And what gig is that?

The Fairfax Expo Center.

He'd only been there a month or two, but said it was a lot less dangerous

dealing with the drunks than the trade show crazies and the beauty pageant

moms, you know.

He knows what to think.

She seemed credible to you?

So far.

Let's look for some potential enemies at this Expo Center first thing.

Go get some sleep.

Good night. Night.

And you.

How did you end up at a ladies' night gun salon?

Just for the moment things.

Well, I'm at my propaganda class.

Wait. Israeli martial arts? Is that how you've been spending your lunchtime

workouts?

Pretty much since my rush with mortality in the squad room.

I thought it didn't affect me, but, um...

It affected you.

But the workouts help enough that when the instructor mentioned this gun salon,

I got curious.

Pretty big step for me.

Is it though?

A few guns will work all the time.

Into a ballistic chamber.

A little different having one on my nightstand.

I mean, they would keep me safe, but maybe it just reminds me what I'm afraid

of.

Yeah, I get it.

So no pressure.

But if you need to talk... You're the one I talk to.

You're telling me that the ex -wife was hosting a Tupperware party?

Oh, no, no. I said it was like a Tupperware party.

Yo, my dude. Uh, yeah, Nick here.

Uh, I have three messages now, but, uh, I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't

have a special mission for you, so... You may go back.

My car guy is playing hard to get.

Anything new on the case?

So, like a Tupperware party?

But with handguns for women.

Apparently, the female market is booming.

Not for anybody we know, per se, but, you know, still.

Booming.

Booming.

Well, well, well.

Look at the early bird.

You pulling all -nighters?

There is the thought. All -nighters are for missing children.

Venture papers and honeymoons.

But I did get in early enough to find this Fairfax Expo Center the ex -wife

telling us about.

Where Bates and I work security.

They did actually host a Little Miss Fairfax pageant two weeks ago.

Please don't tell me we're actually thinking killer dance, Mom.

Oh, no, I was sure hoping so until I saw what they were hosting this week.

Tri -State Home Security Expo. You ever been to one of those?

Spy cams, mace, stun guns, and a lot of wannabe Dirty Harrys.

Maybe our peacekeeper failed to keep the peace somehow.

That actually did get killed. Okay, expo center it is.

I'll meet you guys at the car.

152 slugs, to be exact. I pulled these little devils from right around the

pulmonary artery, so we start with those.

Hopefully we find our culprit sooner rather than later.

I admire your optimism.

Hey, Kate, you want to check out a... Jimmy? Hey, Jeff.

So we are heading over to a security expo.

If you want to tag along, maybe we'll see something that you like.

Oh, wow. Gosh, I'd really love to, but I got so much work to do here.

Oh, well, you sure do.

Yeah. Okay, so next time. Rain check? Yeah.

Bye, Jeff. Bye, Jimmy.

That is exactly the type of pressure from friends I was hoping to avoid.

It's only that pressure now? Well, I mean, what are the chances they walk in

the one night I was shopping for a gun? So you're officially shopping now?

No. Yes.

Almost. I get it. I get it. I do.

WWGS, right?

That's exactly what I want to know. What would Gib say?

I think he would say, take a breath.

You can be conflicted while still shopping. And why aren't you conflicted

Because of...

All these?

I don't own a gun because of all of the bullets I've pulled from way too many

people over the years.

My Nana did have a 12 -gauge, though.

That was plenty of gun for the family Palmer.

I'm actually leaning towards your side of the line, if not for being so damn

afraid.

After the diner last year?

Made worse by Lemire and the squadron.

And both times I would say if I give, meaning it's on me when strike three

happens. Oh, come on. You cannot be worried about that.

I didn't used to be.

My whole life, not a care in the world. Then all of a sudden, man, I would give

anything to go back and just not feel this way.

Look, you don't have to go back in time.

Case, what you are feeling is a normal reaction.

All you need right now is more time just to heal.

It is that optimism.

We'll get that back again, too.

Okay.

I could use a new alarm system.

Mine goes off so often I'm more in danger for my neighbors.

Oh, this is what I'm talking about right here.

Oh,

easy there, Bruce Lee.

Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

You know, just a little hand -eye coordination.

Sir, please put that down.

You folks all have to wait outside. Doors don't open until 10.

We're with NCIS.

I'm so sorry.

Sonia Bell, event coordinator.

We've all just been so scattered here this morning. I can't get you to hear

about Victor.

You already know.

So I can't believe it.

He was kind, professional, a real godsend.

Everyone loved him.

Yeah, we've been hearing that a lot.

How'd you find out?

Oh, um, from Doris over there in booth six.

Found her crying in the bathroom this morning.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I have to take this. Hello?

This is she. Familiar face.

Last night's Tupperware lady.

Let's divide and conquer.

Doris. How you doing?

Remember us?

You were at Lexi's last night.

Who were you?

She called me right after you left her.

I still can't quite believe it.

When was the last time you saw Victor?

Um, he helped me set up my booth just a few days ago.

Even bigger spread than last night.

We can hardly keep up with demand.

Inventory just flies off itself.

Which one do you use?

Well, personally, I... What do you ask?

Seems like a harmless question.

She uses the fancy pink one.

What do you think?

Or maybe she likes the leopard.

Is there a problem, buddy?

Hell yeah, there's a problem.

My inventory would be flying, too, if that glorified bouncer gave me the prime

real estate she got. Instead, he sticks me way the hell back here in this bum

spot. Damn bouncer playing favorites.

Victor got me this spot.

That's what friends do.

Not my fault no one's buying his old carbine.

He puts her right next to the front door while I'm dying over here by the

bathroom.

Some might argue that that's actually the better place to do business.

Plus, what she's got going on over there, it's a travesty.

Painting perfectly good firearms, all the different colors of the rainbow.

So is your problem with her product?

Or with the bouncer?

I'll give him an earful for sticking me over here.

Maybe he wouldn't bite. Kept it friendly, so... Took all the fun out of

stopped.

Yeah, you like that one?

I want my dad to have one just like this.

Yeah, your dad had a beauty.

Civil War?

Yeah, you bet.

Colt 1862 Pocket Navy, .36 caliber, 7 .5 -inch octagon barrel,

$1 ,300.

Will you at least make me an offer?

Um, I will, uh, I'll think about it.

And you carry ammo for a gun like that?

At home?

No point in selling it here.

Oh, let me guess, uh, pink bullets scooped up your market? No.

That dirt bag out in the parking lot I can't compete with.

What dirtbag? The one selling ammo out the back of his truck.

I think his name was Roy.

He's the only guy I ever saw Victor get rough with. For selling bootleg ammo.

How rough?

Threw him out of the parking lot.

And I mean literally threw him.

I don't think he's coming back.

I'm sure he's back.

He can only get rid of cockroaches for so long.

Excuse me.

You want to be Roy by 10?

And so you are, pretty lady.

And I do you for.

Well, you can start by showing me your dealer's license.

You're doing what now?

Whatever's in your van.

Keep guessing. I got nothing.

Nowhere to run, Roy.

And he's running.

He said nowhere to run.

And he's running.

Nope.

Get off.

Easy, easy.

Isn't that really?

It's a violation of my rights.

Selling bootleg ammo is a violation of the law.

A lot more than ammo.

Looks more like an armory.

You guys got nothing on me.

This baby would beg to dip her. None of that's mine.

You've never seen that before. But it is your van.

Maybe. Another genius.

All right.

ATF's on the way. All right. I'll forward these photos.

Okay. Hang on. Hang on.

A buddy of mine makes a lot of this stuff in his basement.

We go have it on profits. I can give him to you. Give him to ATF, Roy. We're

more interested in the Navy lieutenant you may have known.

Me?

I don't know any namey. The security guard who kicked you out the other day.

Oh, that guy?

You think it was Rent -A -Cop that turned me in? No, he couldn't do that.

tell you, he's who got rough with me. Anyone needs to be hassled right now,

him. Can't hassle a dead guy.

Wait, he's dead?

Now you obviously have the means.

Plus the motive.

Which makes you our guy.

But I'm not.

I swear, you can ask that girlfriend of his. She saw the whole thing. What

girlfriend? The hottie selling pink guns.

They were all over each other in his truck when he threw me out.

Doris? He was just trying to impress her, if you ask me.

She'll tell you.

So why the big secret?

I guess we kept it low -key for so long, I didn't think it mattered.

Sure does now.

We didn't want anyone knowing.

Least of all Lexi.

Hitting your boss's ass is not quite the career move.

Lexi's also my friend.

But sneaking around didn't make me feel like a very good one.

She was already upset with Victor over the whole alimony thing.

What alimony thing?

How much was he paying her?

Well, that's just it. He wasn't.

Deadbeat. No.

She was paying him.

It wasn't much, but... Wait, she was paying him alimony? It happens.

Victor struggled with that, too.

That's why he was working two jobs to get out from under it. Look, if it was

just about our friendship, I'd have told Lexi from the start.

But throwing job and money, if Lexi found out about us, it might have meant

end of both.

Or worse.

You okay?

Jimmy, I'm sorry. I thought you were with Casey.

I was. I just came down for one last x -ray for the lieutenant.

And you, I...

Just catching my breath before we go up and scoop up the ex -wife.

Nothing. This shallow breathing of yours, this is not nothing.

And after the year that you've had, what is it about this case that's getting to

you? I can fight and shoot and interrogate and negotiate, but as soon

these cases start turning into a soap opera, I just get this.

Must all seem pretty petty, right?

Compared to losing your team.

Okay.

Enough of this.

All I'm saying is that involuntary physical reactions are usually rooted in

traumatic experience.

Which you and I have both had plenty of.

How we doing, Casey?

Amazing thing about gunpowder. Amaze me, please.

In ancient China, it was called the elixir of life and ingested in a quest

immortality. That is, until they discovered its flammability and started

attaching it to spears used for battle, in essence, the first bullets, which led

us to this. An accidental invention of epic proportions.

Just like chocolate chip cookies.

Though they never killed anyone. And as much as I'd love to hear that story,

let's talk bullets.

Jimmy and I started with the one pulled from Lieutenant Bateson's upper chest,

but unfortunately they were all fired from guns listed in Gordon's sign -in

book. So all were shot post -mortem. Same with most every other bullet you

here, except for these three, which I am just about to test right now.

Oof. Okay, once I compare ballistics on these slugs and...

cross -reference Bolton's book, we might finally know our murder weapon. Which

will take how long?

Just a few more hours, Hop. Any ideas what weapons might have been used?

Oh, ideas we got, just no definitives yet. Here's the list.

Ideas we'll have to do.

It's always a night of bringing in the ex -wife.

I really hope Lexi's not our killer. She was super nice, and not at all who I

expected to be hosting a gun salon.

Who were you expecting?

Kind of a female Rambo type.

Who's to say she's not?

Mind if I ask you something?

Shoot. I mean... Go for it.

It's about last night. I'm kind of collecting perspectives on... Whether

should buy a gun?

Oh, so you know.

Why else would you be there?

I have to say, you seem pretty comfortable shooting into that chamber.

You didn't see my eyes close.

So what do you want to ask?

How you feel about yours.

Do you ever wish you didn't have one?

No. I mean, as a cop, absolutely not. But there are people out there I sure

didn't have one.

Criminals, for one. And two and three. And also people who can't handle not

knowing whether to use it or not.

Or whether to use it at all. If some people walk around with a hammer long

enough, pretty soon everything starts to look like a nail.

That's what I'm worried about.

Do I grab it every time somebody knocks on the door?

I mean, my Uncle Reggie shot an intruder once. As one might do to an intruder.

And it haunted him the rest of his life.

And I don't see how any of that helps me get back to normal.

I can't speak to that, Casey. But I do appreciate that you're wrestling with

decision. That's more than a lot of people do.

Ms.

Rambo has arrived.

Don't let her draw first blood.

We'll give her a war she won't believe.

Yeah, I own two of these guns.

Or as we call them, potential murder weapons.

Still don't have an alibi.

Or a motive.

Funny thing about that. We just found out that you were paying alimony to

Victor. Pretty important detail to leave out.

I didn't see how it was relevant.

But obviously, as the primary breadwinner.

I was rising fast in my company, and he was struggling to find his footing.

And you were happy to help him out?

I wouldn't say happy, but still pretty generous.

Which would only make any sort of betrayal sting that much more.

Betrayal?

Doris.

Really?

Well, you didn't know?

No.

I mean, how the hell did I not see that? And why wouldn't they tell me? We were

all friends.

Doris was also your employee.

That's easy to forget sometimes.

If they would have told me, I would have given them champagne. The two of them

get hitched, no more payments for me, and they can live happily ever after.

And now we're back to me not having a motive.

Parker sent us.

Didn't think you'd want Rambo to hear.

What is it?

We found our killer bullet.

This needle in the haystack?

It's a big one.

So is that our cause of death? Yes. This .32 ACP, which, based on its

trajectory, must have nicked the pulmonary artery, causing him to bleed

matter of minutes.

You didn't find anything until now?

Because this Big Daddy bullet was fired post -mortem at the shooting range, it

actually pushed the little guy away from the artery and into the bone of the

vertebrae. Basically obscuring it from our view until I ran one last x -ray.

So little guy's our culprit?

What do we know about it?

Well, just because it's little doesn't mean it's weak. It's actually famous or

rather infamous on two fronts.

First, as the self -inflicted bullet that Hitler used to kill himself.

And second, as the bullet of choice in James Bond's old Walter PPK.

So that's the kind of gun our killer used.

Yeah, or a gun like it. Can't say for sure, but something old circa early

They could, we know, as old guns.

Not old, McGee.

Classics.

My heroes are back.

Heroes? You got rid of our dirt bag?

I might go back to selling ammo.

Oh, happy day.

Between us, he killed that bouncer, didn't he?

Wouldn't surprise me. Actually, no.

We haven't found the killer yet.

Which is why we're here.

I don't like the sound of that.

I play by the rules, keep immaculate records, never sell to minors, and I

as hell never killed anybody.

Relax, Pete. We're looking for a gun.

Familiar with the Walther PPK?

Typical cops want the James Bond special.

They're hard to come by and they cost a pretty penny, too.

What do you keep yours?

I don't keep mine anywhere.

Sold it a few days ago.

Is that a crime?

Who'd you sell it to?

Oh, forget his name.

We bought it here.

Like I said,

you keep immaculate records.

Right, right.

It was that bar owner.

Careful, Harry.

You heard him, Harry.

He said be careful.

Well, don't sneak up on a guy like that.

You got me all jumpy.

You right now?

Who's this?

This is Agent Torres.

He's here to be the bad cop.

Well, in my defense, how bad is really up to you.

Look familiar?

Shut it.

This is the sales receipt for the Walther PPK that you bought with cash

days ago.

Oh.

That's right. I forgot. I met Peacekeeper at that trade show. I ended

that as a wall decoration for my office.

Oh, so we'll find it hanging on your wall?

No. Not yet.

It's still at the framer being mounted.

The best bouncer you ever had.

And my friend.

So what happened?

It was closing time. We had a few too many.

And I... I clicked a wire in him or something. Over what?

Money? Or a woman?

Over 300 bucks.

Cover George was short.

And I made the mistake of asking him about it. And he was so

angry. I got scared.

And I pulled the gun out to try to snap him out of it. But it went off by

itself. He didn't like it. We were so drunk.

How did he end up at Gordon?

I was trying to save him.

I was racing to the hospital, begging him, hang in there, big guy.

He did it.

Shooting range was like a mile away or so.

So you left him there to get shot full of bullets.

And you pointed us in the direction of his gun -toting ex -wife.

I panicked. I'm so sorry.

I panicked. I'm so sorry.

And to add insult to injury, Harry found the missing $300 underneath his desk

the next morning.

We're getting out this hangover.

I can now add Harry to the list of people I wish didn't have a gun.

Yeah, I bet Harry wishes that now, too. That's funny.

I'm just talking to someone about people like that.

Someone?

Hey, Nick, did you ever get a hold of your car guy?

That old car is still on borrowed time.

No, I did not, but it's all good. I decided to take matters into my own

Tell her I'm coming home with me.

Jella.

You name your cars.

Okay, let me guess.

Old sweetheart.

My very first, first girlfriend, first car.

Yeah, I saved for like two years to buy that car.

And on my way to Stella, I get peed on by a pizza delivery truck.

Why don't you just name the car Domino?

Don't you get free pizzas after that?

Oh, yeah, all right. You guys are laughing now, but it was a tragic day,

now can make good by giving Stella her groove back.

But all those bullet holes, you weren't sure you were going to be able to fix

it. Now I'm thinking maybe I can.

I could really use a project like that right now.

Like Gibbs and his boat?

No, no, not like Gibbs and his boat. His boat was in a basement. I think I'm

going to take Stella in my garage.

More like Chitty Bang Bang.

Yeah. Parker, that's what I'm talking about.

Stella is like my Chitty Bang Bang.

That's my third childhood reference in two days. I better go for a checkup. Oh,

I almost forgot. I'm going to be late tomorrow if that's okay.

Sure, no worries.

Chitty Batman.

Woo!

Sheesh!

All right, you ready? Yeah, hell yeah.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, watch that grip. Make sure the master grip.

Finger off the trigger while I'm lining up the shot.

Until you are ready to shoot and forward leaning stance for more stability and

then breathe through the trigger pull.

It feels better than I thought it would.

So which one of these is going to go home with you?

None of them.

Really?

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm cool.

I mean, I wouldn't mind coming back to blow off steam every now and then,

though, if that's cool with you.

It is an open invitation.

Oh, yeah.