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It all started on a lonely Wednesday
night.

Well, it all started with Ducky,
actually.

He just finished up his first official
day as head medical examiner in the D

office. Dr. Magnus retired the day
before.

So, by the time Ducky got home, he was
dying for some more talk with a live

human.

San Diego Medical Examiner's Office, Dr.
Tangerfad speaking.

Dr. Tanglecat, how delightful you
answered.

It's Donald Mallard. We met when I had
the pleasure of visiting Camp Pendleton

and lending a hand on the... Dr.
Mallard, how's it going?

Ducky asked Tango's advice on the case
he worked that day, and he was pretty

excited when Tango called him the next
week to do the same. Don't stay up too

late. Not good for your pancreas.

Night, Eleanor.

Night.

Couple of weeks in, they decided to make
it a standing call.

Every Wednesday night.

They discussed the ups and downs of
medical examining.

Right on time, Dr. Tanglecat.

It's good to hear your voice, man. I
have much to recount from my week. You

certainly sound as if you've had quite a
day.

Decapitation by steel beam.

Dear God.

Partial or complete?

Ducky didn't have many friends in D .C.

And there was a hole in Tango's life,
too, without his favorite niece, Tish,

around.

So, they stayed on the phone longer.

Ducky told Tango how to make a damn good
cup of English tea.

Tango answered all of Ducky's burning
questions about the Pai and Coichem

They talked about family, their mothers,
their paths, their stories.

They became friends.

But one Wednesday night, something
happened.

And by then, Ducky knew his friend well
enough to know

Tango wouldn't miss their Wednesday
night call for anything.

What are you doing here?

I don't want you to go.

I got a surprise for you. Good morning.

What? I didn't know how you liked your
eggs.

You don't even eat breakfast.

I made it for you.

Oh.

The scar.

How'd you get it?

Manny, you can't do the things you do to
me and then not tell me how you got

stabbed.

Was it an initiation?

How old were you?

You gotta try the French toast.

Oh, wow.

Yeah. Oh, wow.

You have some skills, dude.

Maybe I can make you dinner sometime.

Like with... Courses. Like a real date?

But I don't know.

I never know when Flaco needs me.

So I can't really plan it anyway.

I present to you the extra key to the
fancy, unpickable cloth lock on

my door.

Surprises me sometimes.

I always come home from work eventually.

What would your work guys think?

My work guys think you are a model
citizen named Johnny.

Johnny's probably a big -time chef.

Yeah, but I like Manny better.

Yeah?

Oh, come on.

Morning, Mary Jo.

You just missed your wife. What? She was
here?

No, Gibbs.

She called from L .A. Remember, honey?
She works there now. Yeah, I just didn't

know what you...

She's probably calling me back. She
wasn't there when I called her last

This dang thing.

Earl from IT took my answering machine
and switched me to this new voicemail

crap. What's a voicemail? Exactly.

I got to crack a numeric code just to
get my messages.

Woo! We made the newsletter.

Really? What newsletter?

The NIS newsletter.

They distribute it to every NIS office
in the country. Nobody here reads it

because it's only ever about the big
dogs in D .C. Mary Jill!

Did my divorce lawyer leave a message
last night? I don't know, Cliff. I'm

working on it. We're in the NAS
newsletter.

What?

Included in the Fed Five are two members
of the NAS Pendleton team, Mike Franks

and Elroy Gibbs.

They misspelled your name. But who
cares? You're immortal now, buddy.

Morning. We made the NAS newsletter.

No. Our team.

Careful. Don't rip it. I swear to God,
if Earl doesn't give me back my answer

machine, we're going to have words.

Elroy Gibbs? They didn't even get your
name right.

Randy, this is like a dream come true
for you. Where's your name? Oh, please.

Randolph's not named. This publication's
for serious agents only.

I'm serious.

You do stand -up, Randolph.

You also frolic too much. I've never
seen you stand still. It's concerning.

Oh, my God. Frank, you need to get down
to Mesa Detention Center.

What? Dr. Freeman left a message saying
Dr. Tango is in jail. He got pulled over

for a DUI. Tango's driving hammered? The
hell didn't he use his one phone call

to have me come get him?

Probably with me.

Boss, here.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

We're here to post bail for a detainee
named Temet Tengelkamp.

Bail's not set for taking line yet.

There's a mix -up with the magistrate. I
need to refile for the hearing.

We're going to need to see him, then.
Where's the sign in?

Visiting hours don't start till 10.

What are you boys?

FBI?

That nice ass.

You're the one that brung him in. Yeah.

Joseph Sanders, NPS ranger. I arrested
Tank and Lodge just outside Mission

National Park. You got a warrant to see
him? His name is Tangle Cat, and he's

family. You don't look like his family.

You look like a cowboy to his Indians.
Okay.

How about you tell us what happened out
there? He's a damn park guy, Proby. He's

out there breaking up squirrel fights.
I'm a federal agent, just like you. Do

you even have cause to arrest him?

Okay, now it's starting to make sense.

You made up a cause, didn't you? Tango
don't ever get behind the wheel drunk.

Okay, I think you got your wires crossed
here.

This wasn't a DUI.

I picked your guy up for stealing a
body.

Stealing a body? The man's in that meat.

Transporting dead folks is what he does.
Puts the remains in the back of his own

personal vehicle and fled the scene.

You got any witnesses to that?

Just so you know, a guy showed up with a
warrant for the body a few minutes ago.

Who?

Greetings, dear gentlemen.

Hey. Those circumstances may be dire.
Your shining faces are just what the

doctor ordered.

What are you doing here? I was Dr.
Tanglecat's one phone call. Well, didn't

call us?

I assumed you were already aware.

Besides, there was no time to chat.

Dr. Tanglecat asked me to drop
everything and fly here straight away to

with the situation. You think you can
talk some sense into that Ranger Rick?

He's trying to claim that Tango stole a
body.

Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad
tidings, but I'm afraid he did.

He popped the remains in here and drove
off like the Dickens.

Son of a bitch.

Wait, hold on. Are you saying Tango
actually stole a body, or is the Ranger

dude trying to frame him? No, Tango
definitely drove off with it, but it's

of a skeleton.

Why would he steal a skeleton?

Tell them I say hello, would you? Oh, my
God, is that Dr.

Mallard? We love you so much. You're not
doing my business, honey. Gibbs, ask

him if we can call him Ducky, and tell
him congrats on becoming Head M .E.

you're Head M .E. now? Yeah, I was in
the newsletter.

Nothing, really.

Oh, it's nearly 10 o 'clock.

The Sanders guy is being a real ass.

He's having the receptionist make us
wait until 10 to see Tango. Why don't

just talk to the corrections officer?

Frank did.

The two of them got into it.

Yes, Michael is rather on edge due to
his adoration for Dr.

Tanglecat. We're trying to give him some
space.

You know, like we do with Wheeler when
he eats lactose. I'm standing right

Gibbs.

Sorry, sir.

We'll keep you posted.

Ma 'am.

I think it's 10 o 'clock. From where I'm
sitting, it's 9 .59.

Moira? Looks like 9 .59 to me.

Don't you got an office in the woods
somewhere?

These are community desks.

And I want to make sure that nobody
tries to jump above the law, seeing as

my detainee has friends who don't think
the rules should apply to them.

It's 10 o 'clock.

Visiting hours have started.

Sign yourselves in.

Did you get it all done? Are the remains
legally in your custody? Yes, I did

exactly as you want.

Thank you. Now, I need you to take them
to forensics and have them dated. Hang

on there, Chief. You want to tell us
what the hell happened last night?

A call came in.

Some youth rangers were camping in
Mission Park and they found a skeleton

was dug up by an animal.

Corner vans were all out on call, so I
took my own car.

Dr. Friedman was going to meet you there
later with a van?

That's right.

Then I get there and I see the skeleton.

It's old.

Sea shells on the ribcage. Remnants of a
necklace.

It's a style popular with my tribe. From
my family clan.

Those are the remains of a Pionkowicz
man.

He needs a proper burial. His spirit
needs to rest.

The commission won't act without proof.

Commission? What commission?

NAGPRA, correct?

Native American Graves Protection and
Repatriation Act.

If we could give the commission
definitive proof the remains of Pion

that we return to the tribe.

If not, the remains will be auctioned
off to the highest bidder.

Is there much of a market for that?

Oh, yes, J3.

Museums and collectors pay exorbitant
amounts for such things. I knew if I

didn't get the remains home to the
reservation, they'd end up on display in

museum.

I wasn't thinking.

I just reacted.

I made it a mile before that ranger
stopped me.

You know what bringing my ancestor home
means to me.

Yes, I remember what you told me about
your father.

Mike?

We must start gathering proof.

I'll get the remains to forensics for
dating.

I won't let you down, Doctor.

Go on, Grover.

Take Dominguez and Rando back to the
scene. See if you can find any other

stuff that can help us prove this.

Look, I know what this would have meant
to your daddy, but you could get fired

for this, Chief.

I'm not concerned about that.

Then I'll be concerned for you.

Failing has been said.

I'm going to wait for that Ranger to get
back, and I'm going to convince him to

drop the charges.

How do I look at Orange?

Graves Heights just passed that tree
line.

So, you're looking for some Native
American stuff? We're also going to need

names of anyone who was around last
night.

It's possible someone unknowingly
removed evidence.

Were those people here at that time?

Uh, no.

A couple of youth rangers are the ones
that found the bones.

But I can get you a list of everyone
that was camping here. I like your art.

It's a lot of cans.

Don't touch it.

Not slaughtered yet.

Here's a question.

Do you guys think Wheeler was right
about me not being serious enough to

the newsletter?

You're still typing all the case files
into the computer, aren't you?

That's something? Yeah.

Yeah.

We asked Diane what she thinks. We
finally get a hold of her. I value her

opinion.

What the hell?

Okay. You can ask Johnny, too. Seems
like a serious kind of guy, right? What

does he do again?

He's a chef.

Really? Never mind.

Forget I brought it up.

A serious agent would be making a game
plan for searching the gravesite for

Biomcoichum artifacts.

Your table could use some soldering,
too.

Sorry.

We're going to take that list to the
campers. Yeah.

We'll be at the grave site if you think
of anything else.

Leave it.

I'm never going to make the newsletter.

Brando, let's go.

Yeah.

Did you find something?

Got some blood.

They must have missed it in the dark
last night. Gibbs is following the

Someone gets hurt at the grave.

Staggers this way, losing blood.

He grabbed the tree here. There's more
up there.

Guy.

No way Doc Tango knew about this part,
right?

He was murdered over the remains?

Looks that way.

Guess an animal didn't dig up them bones
after all.

And there was a blood trail?

I didn't see it. I didn't know.

It's dark out.

Plus, you're all caught up trying to get
your guy's skeleton to the reservation.

Look, team's gonna get that murder
solved. Ducky's taking care of the

and me, we gotta focus on getting you
out of here with your job.

I told you that's not... Listen, that
park ranger, he heard about the body. He

circled over there. I told Dominguez to
send him back here to talk to us.

I'm thinking...

You know, once he sees who you are... He
knows I'm an M .E. You arrested me

anyways. No, I mean... What?

He was butchering your name on purpose.

And then he's sitting here in the
community desk watching over you like a

The man don't like Indians.

Probably not black folks either or
anybody with a shake of pepper in them.

gotta show him... You're just like a
white person, only more native to the

or whatnot.

Okay, Mike.

Chief, I'm telling you, you got to make
him understand why you took them bones.

You got to tell him about your daddy.
The only way he's going to drop the

charges.

Agent Frank, your people said you were
looking to see me. Yes, sir, that's

right. Have a seat.

Take a load off.

The youth rangers who found the bones,
they heard some UFO kind of sounds

beforehand.

I'm guessing that had something to do
with this new murder we got.

You know anything about that?

UFO sounds?

You don't know nothing about this. He
was called to the scene after, just like

you.

Tell him.

I was called to the scene after.

Tell him about your dad.

1971.

The highway is being built.

Fourteen of my people's remains were dug
up and sold to the highest bidders.

My father dedicated his life to trying
to bring them home

into the reservation.

A proper burial.

He fought with everything in him.

He died trying.

You hear that?

Tango was just trying to do right by his
daddy.

You got a daddy, don't you?

You fall charges against this man, he's
as good as fire.

That is a loss to everyone in this damn
county.

I'm postponing a magistrate hearing.

But only to complete my own
investigation.

See if I need to charge him with
something more than grave robbing.

Come on, he ain't done nothing else and
you know it.

You'll be waiting for what you've got on
this new body, and we'll see what I

think.

Son of a bitch.

You, good sir, have been identified
through the contents of your wallet as

-year -old Marine veteran Dennis Moore.

I hear you lived a few miles from base,
and judging by the tools and amenities

inside your tent, I gather you very much
enjoyed solo camping.

and unearthing forgotten relics.

But tell me, Mr. Moore, when you were
inside said tent, did you feel at

home?

I've never seen anyone talk to the
bodies before.

Forgive me, Dr.

Friedman. I'm on your dance floor. Oh,
no, please.

I'm stoked to finally meet you.

Tango's constantly bragging about your
phone calls.

Was he doing okay when you saw him?

What do we got, duck?

Did you say duck or doc?

I'll listen to whoever's talking.

Would you mind talking while I dig? Just
the thought of Tango getting canned is

just making me come off abnormal.

I don't mind at all.

Mr. Moore was stabbed to death, Jethro.

The murder weapon was unusual.

It made an exceptionally clean cut, but
when striking the rib, a fragment of the

weapon chipped off inside the wound. And
I am trying to get it out.

But it is jammed.

Son of a motherless ovary.

I could give it a go if you like.

Sorry, I'm just worried about Tango.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm going to give Woody a call and
see how he's doing on dating those

remains. And congrats on making head M
.E.

You must be kicking some autopsy ass in
D .C.

Head M .E. is not a good thing? What?

Yes, yes, of course it is. Yeah.

It's just, Mother, she lives with me,
you know, and my promotion has made her

feel as if, well, our time in D .C. is
permanent.

So, truth be told, she doesn't have many
friends there.

Oh, Jethro, I meant to tell you.

I was so tickled to receive your thank
-you note for the ship in a bottle.

I'm building one now.

The ship in a bottle?

A boat in a shed.

You're joking.

Been able to work on it more now that
Diane is in L .A.

Diane is... She's my wife.

Your wife?

Blimey.

You're building a boat for her?

No. I don't know.

I don't know why I'm building it.

Why do you think I'm building it?

I've got it!

Look at that.

It appears to be some sort of black
stone.

Do you mind?

I'll get it to Woody.

Brilliant. Oh, and if you hear from
Bernard and Cecilia, do let me know.

found a map amongst Moore's camping
things, and I sent them to an old

friend to have a look at it.

Friend is a strong word, actually. He's
more of an acquaintance.

But he is the most knowledgeable chap I
know when it comes to native

antiquities.

He actually has an office on Camp
Pendleton. The base was built on native

you know.

Professor Edwin Wilde is his name. And I
dare say I've not always enjoyed his

company. He wears an ascot religiously.
And frankly speaking, Jethro, the man

never shuts up.

He loves to hear himself talk.

Downright exasperating.

Dr. Mallard told me all about your case.

More than I needed to know, actually.

Man loves to hear himself talk. It's
exasperating.

Ah, I got that copy bar at an estate
sale in Santiago de Leon de Caracas.

It all started when I was researching...
Sorry, Professor.

Can I jump in? We don't have a ton of
time.

What do you think about the map?

Ah, yeah, the map. Well, it's definitely
old.

It's not very detailed.

But this X here seems to indicate the
location of your buried skeleton.

So Moore follows the map to an unmarked
grave.

How does he end up dead?

I'm afraid that's beyond my area of
expertise.

How's your search coming along, Agent
Dominguez? I can't seem to find anything

in here that matches the necklace.

Dr. Mallard was hoping it'd help us get
the remains back to Tango's tribe.

Well, I have seen jewelry like that
linked to the pie in Coichem, but I'm

Dr. Mallard was mistaken. A few shells
won't be enough to convince the Niagara

Commission.

Can I borrow this?

My tomes.

have a way of disappearing if I don't
label them.

Years ago, I had a student who borrowed
an illuminated manuscript I acquired on

my sabbatical in the independent state
of Papua New Guinea, which reminds me of

a story.

It was a beautiful morning, unseasonably
warm.

Yes, that's why I'm calling, Francis,
because when I go to use the bathroom, I

don't want the lobby door locking behind
me. Get rid of the friggin' auto lock,

Francis!

Leroy Gibbs?

Yeah, we're ready to see you now.

No, leave it. You can get on your way
out.

Gibbs, thanks for waiting. Come on in.

Everything all right?

Phone call sounded pretty intense.

Yeah, a new auto lock in the lobby is
giving me a case of lab rage.

Yeah, you spend all day in here. By the
time 8 o 'clock rolls around, you got a

lot of unchecked anger.

Yeah. Anyway, how's the wife?

She's fine.

Yeah, none of those L .A. men found
their way into her bed yet?

No.

How do you know?

Okay, let's take a look here at the bone
fragment we found in your dead guy's

stab wound here. It's black obsidian.

And if you just want my two cents,
Diane's got to get hit on, what, eight

twelve times a day in L .A.? You know,
but I don't see her succumbing to the

temptation. What about the skeleton?

Well, Dr.

Mallard said this gentleman died of
blunt force trauma to the head, likely

during the Mexican -American War. We
dated the remains to approximately 150

years old.

The black obsidian stone fragment, the
residue on it is also 150 years old,

which means your murder weapon is
probably something that was buried along

the skeleton.

He's not saying anything?

Yeah. He gets quiet when he's thinking.

It's like he's listening to his gut or
something.

You want to summarize it for him?

Yeah. So... Someone sees Moore digging
up the remains, kills him with the 150

-year -old murder weapon from the dig
site, takes off with him.

Yeah. That.

Bye, Gib.

Thank God I'm not socially awkward like
he is. Could you imagine?

Hey, don't give me anything in there.

Yeah. You want me to get back down to
the office? I'll give you a file, huh?

You think I should make a special kind
of one of these for Ranger Rick? I gotta

get him to drop the charges on Tango.

Auto -lock.

Watch.

Go.

Yeah, go.

This guy tried to steal the skeleton and
then Phil suppressed him. Where's the

woman? What woman? We heard a woman
screaming.

That was me.

I go into my upper register whenever
Phil lays down the boom.

Put up a fight, but, uh, had a lot of
pent -up lab rage.

Who the hell is he?

Eugene

Cooper.

Do I have the emphasis on the right
syllable? Is it...

Eugene or Eugene?

I'll go by Gene.

Gene. Even better. I like that. Listen,
Gene, I'm going to catch Agent Dominguez

up on what you did. Stop me if I get
anything wrong, okay?

Okay. Okay. So he breaks into forensics.
Like the side door? Yeah. And he tries

to steal the skeleton.

The one that's worth a ton of money?
Yeah. And then Phil karate traps him.

I'm picturing him like... No, he was
like... No,

he was like...

It's not funny, Gene.

You broke into a federal building.
Someone could have gotten hurt.

I did get hurt.

How'd you know we had the skeleton?

Police scanner.

I heard an M .E. stole remains from a
national park.

I know stuff about artifacts.

A native M .E. in an area known for
Native American treasure?

I did the math.

Oh.

You did the math. I did the math.

So what was the plan then?

Sell the skeleton to the highest bidder?

Pretty much.

You have another theory. I can tell.

What is it?

Gene sees Dennis Moore digging up the
bones, so he kills him to take him for

himself. But before he can feel them, he
hears the youth rangers coming and he

runs. Right.

And then he breaks into our lab to
finish what he started.

Hold on.

I didn't kill anybody.

What were the UFO sounds going on in the
forest when you were out there last

night? I wasn't in the forest! Hey!

No need to get aggressive, Jean.

I'm going to have to give Phil a call.

I'm just kidding, man. You're safe here.

Getting kind of silly in there.

It's a bozo routine.

Works when the guy's a dumbass.

What's going to convince Ranger Rick to
drop the charges more, words or

pictures? If you want it to be good, you
should ask Mary Jo to help you. No,

this one's personal.

Tango's old future's riding on this.

The order of information, the wording.

It all needs to be perfect. That's why
you should ask Mary Jo.

I was nowhere near the forest.

My neighbors can vouch for me. This
guy's hiding something.

Who? The dumbass, Eugene Cooper.

Okay, Gene.

We're going to move you to another room
while we talk to your neighbors.

They're putting him in holding.

He's making my brain hurt.

Come on, Flo.

Go ask Mary Jo for help.

Mary Jo, meet me and my dad.

How's your day, Mary Jo? Fine, thanks.

John basically got my answering machine
back for me. That's great. Meet me at my

desk. Frank, Admiral Keen has called me
twice, asking when he's getting his M

.E. back. Where is Dr. Mallard?

Ducky is in the house, as they say.

Yes, I'm just acquainting myself with
Professor Wilde's book.

I can practically feel his pompous self
-importance dripping off the pages.

What is all that?

File to get Tango's charges dropped.

Mary Jo, you've got to project Tango's
territory.

Okay, breathe, baby. I got you.

Eureka! I've found our murder weapon.

Well, a photo of what I believe it to be
anyway. The Black Obsidian Blade.

It says here that tribes of Southern
California were known to use it in

So we'll just need to confirm with Dr.
Tanglecat that it's Pyamka Weecham.

have to wait till morning.

No, no, Admiral Kane is anxious to have
you back at your post. It's better to go

now. No, we can't. Sanders rallied all
the corrections officers against us.

Visiting hours aren't till 10 a .m.
Wait, Joe Sanders?

He's still on the job?

I had a run -in with him on a case in
Mission Park back when I was in the

Worst case of my life, thanks to him and
his god -awful secretary.

I'm pretty sure that she hid my evidence
log in her beehive.

Does she have big hair? Yeah. Was her
name Moira? Yeah, Moira. Is she still

working for him? She's manning the desk
at the detention center now.

And her and this Sanders?

I still think it's these.

Pretty much.

Why?

Moira!

How are you, dear?

Lovely to see you again on what I hope
to be a magnificent day for one and all.

Agent Sanders is out on patrol. He told
me to radio him if there was any funny

business. Make sure he gets there, will
you please?

It's important.

And this is for you. For me?

No, from our secretary.

Right, I see that it's 9 .57, so we'll
just make ourselves comfortable for

more minutes.

Oh, your prisoner friend is visiting
with his mother.

Mama Deng will get you.

It's not even 10 o 'clock yet. She
seemed like a nice lady, so I made an

exception.

I look at you, and I see your father,
stubborn as a

mule. The night before he died, he was
still making plans to get those remains

back to the reservation, like there was
any hope.

He would have been so proud of you,
Timet.

But what kind of mother would I be if I
let you go down the same path?

Our ancestors came home to sacrifice.

This life you built, honoring all the
dead, that's sacred too,

Timet.

You need to protect it.

Mama Tangle Calf.

Oh, Mikey.

Oh, Mikey.

Oh.

Artish still loves you to death.

Still over to... Mama, this is Dr.

Miller. Hi, your Wednesday phone call.

Forgive me. I'm at a loss for words.
Your son has told me so many wonderful

stories about you. I'm a bit starstruck.

Nonsense. Come sit with us.

No, we've got to get back to it. We
just... Oh, yes, yes, right.

The black obsidian blade.

We're hoping to confirm it's
Pionkowichum.

It is.

I've seen ones like this in many of our
records.

Do you think it'll be enough to convince
the commission to return the remains to

us?

I do.

Wonderful. If we can find this blade,
we'll get the remains of proper burial

likely solve our murder to boot. What do
you say? Should we leave these good

people and embark on a little obsidian
blade hunting?

Edwin Wilde.

How do you know him?

Yes, I had the displeasure of meeting
him.

He's an expert on Indian artifacts.

He also stops at nothing to hunt them
down and sell them.

He's made a fortune off our heirlooms.

Be careful of him.

And his partner, too.

A man named Eugene Cooper.

Knock, knock, Professor Wilde.

No, I'm Ned. I'm his TA. Can I help you
with something?

Where is he?

Donald Mallard.

Look at that. You let me get two words
in.

Miraculous. Hello, Edwin. Still
torturing that poor ascot, I see. Oh, I

say the same thing about your bow tie.

Okay, I ain't got time for you two to be
slapping each other with your fancy

gloves. We caught your partner, Eugene,
trying to steal them remains from our

lab. I don't know anyone by that name.
What about stealing heirlooms from

folks? You know something about that?

Everything I have, I've acquired
legally.

All right, talk about legal.

Talk about moral.

Listen here, Wild, you are going to
stand here in front of God and Ned and

me every wrong you've done, every Indian
nation, from here to China, we're going

to have ourselves a problem.

All right, Michael, come on. Let's take
him in for questioning, shall we?

Ned, hand me a tissue, will you?

Last thing I needed was to be spat on
over some overvalued old bones.

How dare you? Hey!

Those bones are not overvalued, you
ignorant toad.

I don't understand what I'm doing in
here.

I'm the victim.

The break -in at our lab. How many times
do I have to tell you? I had nothing to

do with that.

How long have you and Eugene Cooper been
working together?

I don't know anyone by that name. I have
no idea who that is.

What's up, Wild?

Who's this?

Oh, no, he's lying. She pulled that out
of me.

What?

She's good.

Following Lala's extracted confession
from Eugene Cooper, Wild admitted they

a pre -established... Excuse me.

A pre -existing business partnership...
Hold up, Randolph.

What's going on with you?

Are you trying to be serious?

Sir, there's no trying.

I am serious.

Okay, cut it out. You look like you're
about to pass a stone.

Okay, um, so basically, what happened
was after we went to Professor Wilde to

ask about the map, he sent his partner
Eugene to try to steal the remains from

the lab.

So which one of them killed Moore?

Plot twist.

Neither.

Wilde and Cooper, they had nothing to do
with the original dig or Moore's

murder. I know, right?

Freaking nuts.

But Professor Wilde... He did tell us
that treasure hunters, they usually work

in pairs. So, our new theory is Moore
had a partner that got greedy,

and he flicked him with the obsidian
blade.

What? Oh, oh, oh.

We also figured out Moore's map.

It's inaccurate.

No. Yes!

It's from after the highway was built.
You can't tell anything from it about

1800s. So that couldn't be how Moore
figured out where to dig for the

Wilde, he just told us that to buy
himself more time so he could steal it.

how did Moore know where to dig? We're
working on that now.

Stay tuned for the next update.

Randolph.

That was the most engaging set rep I've
experienced in a long time.

Newsletter, be damned. Keep doing what
you're doing.

Copy, sir.

And send Dr.

Mallard in, will you? Admiral Kane wants
an ETA on his return.

Shoot, I forgot to mention that part.

There was a kerfuffle at the professor's
office, and his TA decided to press

charges against Dr. Mallard for assault.

Dr. Mallard assaulted a student? No, no,
no.

He really only punched the professor.

The TA just got shoved in the kerfuffle,
but since the professor's office is on

base, they sent Ducky to federal holding
to await bail.

What?

Pity they didn't have any tea, isn't it?

I never took you for a hothead, Dr.
Mallard.

Neither did I.

But very much like you and the so
-called theft that started this whole

wasn't thinking.

I just reacted.

I'm chalking it up to a bit of M .E.
rage.

I chalk it up to you being a hell of a
friend.

Hey, we'll be out of here tomorrow.

I know Frank's is worried, but neither
one of us is getting fired without a

fight.

It's not that. I think if I was to get
sacked, a rather large part of me would

actually be relieved.

You don't want to be Chief Emmy?

I've been telling myself that Mother is
lonely in D .C., but the truth is, she's

incredibly social. The woman's never at
a loss for a brunch invitation.

It's me who's alone.

And getting promoted makes DC permanent
for you.

Yes, exactly.

America is my home now.

It doesn't exactly feel like home. I
never even bought a proper couch.

How can I commit to a whole life in a
place where I feel so alone?

Some sage advice?

Really? Is that a bit of wisdom passed
down through generations?

It is, actually.

You build a home, other people passing
by, see a light on.

They knock on the door, and they have to
come inside.

And if they don't, here's the Wednesday
night.

Well, enough about my trial.

Here we are.

A pair of seasoned M .E .s with a 150
-year -old case of blunt force trauma

the Mexican -American War, and we have
yet to discuss it.

Blunt force trauma?

Yes. The impact of the skull. Didn't you
notice it?

Yes, but it wasn't blunt force that
caused it.

He was shot.

The musket ball was inside of the skull.

It must have fallen out in the boot of
your car.

That is how Moore and his partner found
the remains. They didn't need a map.

The musket ball was metal.

Those UFO sounds the youth rangers heard
were from a regular old metal detector.

Provided we use this information to
track down the obsidian weapon, we'll

the evidence we need to convince the
commission to send your ancestors'

home and the means to arrest our killer.

Which leaves but one lingering loose
thread for us, Dr. Tanglecare.

The question of our own fate.

You got my note?

Oh.

Are you Mary Jo?

The one and only.

The file Agent Franks left on Dr. Tango?

I read it, like you asked.

It was compelling.

Ranger Sanders?

People think he doesn't like them for
one reason or another.

Truth is, the man's a lifelong park
ranger.

That amounts to years of people poking
fun, years of...

Being disrespected by other agencies was
enough to turn us both into a couple of

hard asses. Honey, we know a little
something about being disrespected.

No one knows what the heck NIS even is.

And our office just made the agency
newsletter for the first time in 20

This thing with Dr.

Tango, it all started with a whole group
of people being disrespected.

You've worked with Sanders a long time.

You worked that long with a man.

I'm guessing he probably listened to you
about dropping Dr. Tango's charges.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Now, there's another M .E. in for
assault.

I think you can work that, too.

Ducky and Tango both got a verbal
warning.

But neither of them lost their jobs.

That Wednesday night missed call ended
with them walking out of the Mesa

Detention Center like a couple of
champs. But they weren't the only ones

got to go home.

The remains of Tango's ancestor were
returned to his tribe.

To us, it felt like at least one thing
in the world was set right.

To us, it felt like one sacred moment of
peace.

A moment none of us would ever forget.

Bye,

Ducky. I love your nickname so much.

Until next time, young Jethro.

Before Ducky headed back to D .C., he
told Lala I was building a boat.

That made her want to see it for
herself.

You probably thought she knew me well
enough to answer my question about why I

was building it in the first place.

Nice to have one thing that isn't going
anywhere.

This is Gibbs. Leave a message.

Hey, it's Diane.

Darn it.

It's been a day, and I was really hoping
to talk to you tonight.

But I guess I missed you again.

You build a home.

Other people passing by see a light on.

They knock on the door and ask to come
inside.

That's what Tango said to Ducky.

Back then, I don't think I understood
what Tango meant by that.

But now I do.

Far as I'm concerned, if you're looking
to build a home, there's no better way

to start.

There was one thing that isn't going
anywhere.