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(forklift beeping)

All right,

three down,
three to go.

This doesn't seem right.

Are you still bellyaching?
I chose this career

to help good people
transition peacefully

into the hereafter.

It was this
or brain surgeon, huh?

And here we are

moving dead folks around

like checkers on a board.

All to make room for another
damn lane on the interstate.

At least traffic's
one less thing you'll have

to complain about.
I'll think of something else.

All right.

Nice and easy.

Careful, Phil.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Watch it!
- Damn it.

(shouts)

What in the hell...

♪ NCIS 15x02 ♪
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Original Air Date on October 3, 2017

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Your numbers are good, Gibbs,
despite the weight loss.

Nothing a few weeks
of fireplace T-bones

won't put back on you.
- Got a head start on that, Doc.

Uh-huh. I figured as much
from your red count.

But all in all, I'd say

you're good to go
for full duty.

Not so fast, Dr. Nuali.

That is, once
Dr. Confalone has added

her seal of approval.

Hey.

- How are you?
- Good, boss.

Passed with flying colors.

Got a clean bill of health.

Yeah, go figure, huh, Tim?

As I was just saying
to Agent McGee...

Paraguay. Really?

We go where we're needed.

Exactly what I said.

Yeah, which is
doubly great

since Director Vance needs

mandatory psych evaluations

from each of you.

I assume you would prefer
sooner rather than later.

- Uh, tell you what I'd prefer.
- A root canal, I know.

What say you we skip
our usual dance?

I was gonna say this afternoon.

Oh.

Great.

Um...
(phone beeps)

want to do 3:00?

I'll be there.

Okay. Um...

Agent McGee, I can get you
right after Gibbs.

(phone ringing)
Oh.

Sorry. One second.

(Grace laughs)

I have to say,
you seem, I don't know,

sunnier than I expected.
Sunnier?

You had a lot of
people praying for you.

- You know that.
- Well...

- I guess it worked.
- Don't be glib.

We were worried sick
we might never see you again.

It's good to be seen.

Never mind.
Cloudy as ever.

Bishop wants to know
if we're available.

Says they've got something,
uh, weird, apparently.

Oh, so it's up to me, now?

It is up to you.

Well, I suppose a return
to normalcy wouldn't hurt.

Perhaps a temporary
exception could be made.

- Okay, Bishop...
- On the condition

that you both keep
your appointments.

No one blows me off
today, understand?

Understood.

And, you can't be boss,
either, Gibbs.

No supervisor role until
we've had our little chat.

All right, Bishop, you're boss.
We're on our way.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Attention,
Michael, to Admitting.

(elevator bell dings,
door opens)

(bird caws)

(siren wails)
TORRES: Oh, that's nasty.

Yeah, two bodies,
twice the smell.

Yeah, and twice
the nasty.

The way they're
cuddled up like that.

I was gonna go with "stacked,"

but now that you said "cuddle,"

I can't really un-see that.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

And welcome back.

JIMMY:
Yeah, the conquering heroes.

DUCKY:
Just try keeping them away.

Good to be back.

Back where you belong.

In a cemetery?

No, not a cemetery...

I'm sorry, did Gibbs just
try to make a joke?

We are all very happy
that you found your jacket.

Fits better than
I thought it would.

Where do you want us, Bishop?

Oh, no, no, no, that's...
that's okay, Gibbs.

You can, you can take the lead.
GIBBS: No.

No, I can't.
No, still you, Ellie.

You know, Bishop
did a fine job

filling in for you, Gibbs.

I had my doubts,
but, you know,

she actually
surprised me.

Hmm, I surprised you?

Well, not surprised, but...
You had your doubts.

Yeah, well, I mean,
experience alone.

I-I risked my life as an
undercover agent for years

while you were still
crunching numbers at NSA,

that's what I'm saying.
Mm, that's right.

Because my time in Afghanistan,
I mean, that was, like...

that was like spring break.

Ellie.

Where do you want us?

(sighs)
Uh, you two stick with me.

Torres, go talk
to the groundskeepers.

Oh, is that how
we're playing now?

You surprised?

Wow.

Wow...

Amazing how
nothing's changed.

Oh, it's changed plenty.

It'll be so nice to finally
get back to normal.

- Whatever that is.
- Who's our victim?

Dog tags I.D. him as
Richard Coyne,

a Navy lieutenant
reported U.A.

from Joint Base
Anacostia-Bolling

a year and a half ago.
Who's the woman?

BISHOP: That would be
the casket's rightful owner,

Edna Stone, 87.

She died two years ago,
according to her headstone.

How the hell did
he get in there?

PHIL: I have no idea
how he got in here.

The funeral homes bring us
sealed caskets, and we bury 'em.

There's no one
with access in between.

Y'all remember
burying that one?

Yeah, right.
You remember what

you had for lunch
last Thursday?

Meatball hero.

Dang, maybe you should
work here.

Look, the thing is,

we maintain every inch
of this place.

And I know for a fact there's
been no unauthorized digging.

Not on our watch.

Some stupid digging, maybe.

Stupid how?

Moving bodies is bad juju, man.

You mess with the dead,
they mess with you.

Like Poltergeist.

Can't be good
for anyone's karma.

DUCKY: The old
"two bodies in one casket."

(chuckles)

Yeah, conjures up
a wave of nostalgia.

JIMMY:
You've seen this before?

DUCKY:
Oh, quite a few times.

Yeah, it was
a common means

of hiding dead gang rivals
in London back in the '70s.

Now...

(bagpipe ringtone playing)

Oh, leave me alone, will you?

Cause of death?
It's hard to say.

There is a pretty deep
blunt force trauma

right over here.

Ooh, I could never work
at a cemetery.

Too boring for you?
No, man, not boring enough.

You know, all these
weird vibes.

You mess with the dead,
they mess with you.

- Seriously?
- Dead serious, man.

My-my grandmother
used to believe

in all that spooky stuff,

so superstitions are
in my DNA.

Nothing boring about that.

Well, I'm with Ducky.

This has "mob hit" written
all over it.

And we've all seen
enough mob movies to know

it's easier to dump a body
in the woods

than it is to dig up
an existing grave.

Yeah, except bodies in the woods
usually get found.

Somebody didn't want us
to find this one.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

I'm glad you guys are.

Still can't get over
you being back.

TORRES:
Yeah, really.

It's like it never happened.

And as pleased as I am that
you are both back to work,

I trust that you will keep
your appointments today.

Planning on it,
Director.

Good.
Clean slates for everybody.

From here on out,
we go by the book,

or we go home.

Yeah, I got it.
Bishop is in charge.

That's right.
Update.

See? By the book.

McGEE:
Lieutenant Richard Coyne.

32, married, no kids.
Once a SEAL candidate.

He was forced out
of BUD/S training

due to a shoulder injury,

though he continued to
train for triathlons.

Tracked down his wife,
living in Falls Church.

Reported him missing
18 months ago.

That's one day after

his command
reported him U.A.

What?

Nothing.

So, he just disappeared
for no apparent reason?

Oh, no, there was a reason,
but the cops couldn't prove it.

Coyne disappeared one week
before he was supposed to

testify as a key witness

at this drug dealer's trial,
Leo Vairo.

Six months before, Lieutenant
Coyne stopped a robbery

at a local health club.

A masked man shot and wounded

the owner of the health club,
Pete Wilkins,

before Coyne jumped him.

Robber escaped,

but Coyne managed
to see his face

and I.D. Vairo for the cops.

Multiple drug arrests,
burglaries.

Jail terms.
He was looking at three strikes.

Yeah, and without Coyne's
testimony, he walked.

No record of him since,
and his whereabouts are unknown.

ALL:
BOLO.

BISHOP:
So, uh...

McGee and I will
notify Coyne's wife.

Gibbs, you and Torres
go to the cemetery,

talk to the
funeral director.

Wait, wait, wait,
why do I have to go back there?

BISHOP: Well,
you said the groundskeepers

bury sealed caskets,

so it seems to me
we should talk to whoever

sealed that old woman's.
Oh, I know,

but why, why do I have
to go back there?

Is this...

is this about me
doubting you again?

Yes.

I'm kidding, Nick.

Okay, if you're
that spooked, I can go.

Oh, no, I-I'm not spooked.

I-I didn't say "spooked."

Oh, Gibbs!

Cemetery it is.

I-I knew it.

I knew he hadn't just run off.

I knew... he had to be dead,

but somehow hearing it...

BISHOP:
Mrs. Coyne...

How is it possible?

How'd that creep
sneak him into the cemetery?

That creep being Leo Vairo?

I don't say his name,
but who else?

Have you arrested him yet?

We will when we find him.

Saving a man's life,
it wasn't enough.

I begged Richie not to testify.

Why? Had he,
had he been threatened?

No, but I know he felt it.

As the trial got closer, he got
physically ill with the strain.

His bad shoulder,
his back, his stomach.

But he wouldn't back down.

Richie always had
to be the hero.

You know what, I'm gonna
go check that BOLO.

(quietly):
Okay.

And you're saying
he'd been buried?

Like, in a coffin
and everything?

(door closes)

JENSEN:
I came in as soon as I heard.

Let's go to my office.

Things like this
just don't happen, Agents,

not in all my years.

Well, it happened, Jensen.

Anything you can tell us
on the old lady's funeral,

Edna Stone?

Yeah, let's see.

Edna passed away...

uh, two Christmas Eves ago.

Uh, platinum package,
no viewing,

small service,
26 mourners.

Service take place
at the gravesite?

Uh, no, at our
in-house chapel.

It was a brutal winter.

Ground was frozen solid,
making it impossible to dig,

so we stored our winter
decedents until the spring thaw.

Uh, May 11,
in Edna's case.

Coyne went missing May 8.

Yeah, sometime between
then and May 11,

his body got into
Edna's casket.

Can't imagine how.
I-I personally lock each one.

There's no way anyone could've
done that without being seen.

You have more of these around?

JENSEN: You're welcome
to check all our video,

but our system only saves the
last few months at a time.

Surely, it's been
recorded over by now.

There you are.

Excuse me, ma'am,
we're in the middle

of something right now...
- Don't you "ma'am" me.

First you move
my mother's grave.

Now, I hear she's had
a roommate all this time?

You're Edna's daughter.

How quickly they forget.

TORRES: Ma'am, any connection
between Lieutenant Coyne

and your mother, or any reason

why your mother's coffin
was targeted?

What do you mean "targeted"?

Who is Lieutenant Coyne...

Who are you?

NCIS.

This is a criminal
investigation.

- Any connection, ma'am, between...
- Okay.

Wait a minute.
Now you think

my mother ran with criminals?

Let me tell you this:
that woman drove us all nuts,

but she never
(phone rings)

missed a day of church. Ever.

- Uh, yeah, Bishop.
- Do you know what that means?

BISHOP:
No hits on the BOLO yet, Gibbs.

Uh, McGee has a "thing,"

so I was gonna head over to
Coyne's gym, scene of the crime.

You want to meet me?

Uh, no, you know,
I kind of got a thing, too,

so I'm gonna send Torres.

All right, what is with
you guys and these things.

We all know it's therapy.
Let's just call it what it is.

Uh, no, no, no.
It's a psych evaluation.

Okay? So technically
not therapy.

Well, I wish I was in therapy.

(knocking on door)
Come in.

Hey. I know I'm early.

Uh, Gibbs, is everything okay?
No, I just got here

faster than I thought.

You want me to wait out here?
No, no, no.

Don't leave. Stay, sit. I mean,

I mean, um...

g-grab a seat
and get a water, and...

(dialing)

(quietly): Hey, um, I hate
to do this, but do you think

you could try and catch
my 3:00 and postpone?

Um, apologize
for the short notice.

Family emergency.

Thanks.

I thought I was your 3:00.

Who knew you'd show up?

Like I had a choice.

Never stopped you before.

Been getting stared at
a lot since we got back.

I'm sure.

For most, it's likely disbelief,

and gratitude
that you're home safe.

And for me, it's that,

and that you're here at all.

How does it feel?

To be stared at?

This mean we're starting?

Yes, Gibbs, my assessment
of your mental health has begun.

Commence with
the one-word answers.

Now who's being glib?

Sorry.

Where were we?

How I feel being stared at.

And?

Uh...

I-I don't know.

I-I feel...

(chuckles)

- Happy.
- Happy?

Yeah.

To be alive.

- Grateful.
- Grateful.

Yeah, look, I-I've
survived worse.

I cheated death a bunch, but...

this was different.

(exhales)

I thought it was over.

I feel different.

You seem different.

I mean, what did I call you
this morning-- sunnier.

Hey, it's not like

I'm whistling rainbows
or anything like that, I...

I mean, maybe,
I don't... I don't know.

Even after they tortured you?

It's in your file.

Torture, starvation.

I can't even imagine.

We can talk about that.

I'm more interested
in where it left me.

I don't know why or how,
but it's not where I expected.

I feel like I
just want to...

...savor being back.

What is so funny?

I'm not laughing, I am smiling.

- Well, why you smiling?
- Well, why not?

If you'll pardon
the cliché, Gibbs,

if I didn't know any better,

I'd say you just might have
a new lease on life.

You think?

You've just said more to me
about how you feel

in the last two minutes

than in all the time
that I've known you.

If that's not a new you,
I don't know what is.

(rock music playing)

Hey-- ooh.
Everything okay?

TORRES:
Yeah. Peachy.

Crazy lady yelled at me
at the funeral home. You?

BISHOP: Mm. Sounds like
you're having quite the day.

I hate cemeteries, okay?
Mm.

All that messing
with the dead stuff.

It just gets in your head
and you can't shake it.

All right, well,
forget the dead.

Look, you are
amongst the living.

Yeah. Thank you.

So much life here!

(grunts)

(tire thuds)
(chuckles)

(grunting):
Okay.

Ooh.

Your back?

Nope, I'm fine.
The dead can't mess with me.

Just a little tight.

You okay?
Oh.

Yeah, oh, I'm fine.

(chuckles)
I'm totally fine.

Just an old injury from, uh,
stopping a-a drug lord.

Whole cartel, really,
you know, the whole gang.

It's no big deal.

Hmm.
(sighs)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you know where
the owner is, Pete Wilkins?

He's here.

I just saw him heading
for his office.

Uh, I'm with a client,
or I'd take you myself.

No, that's okay,
we'll find him.

Just right up the stairs.

Just be sure to knock.

He's with his girlfriend.

Ooh.

And you mind that old
injury, Jason Bourne.

Most definitely.

BISHOP:
See?

Jason Bourne, your day
is getting better already.

PETE:
I can't wait for...

Hello?
(knocks on door)

Pete Wilkins...?

Mrs. Coyne?

Oh, God.

This must look terrible.

Oh, it looks worse than that.

PETE:
The first time we met was when

she and Richie came
and visited me at the hospital.

After he saved your life?

Yeah, if he wouldn't have
stepped in front of Vairo,

I would've been dead for sure.

So there was no
love triangle.

Never.

Pete and I barely
knew each other

before Richie
went missing.

That's the crazy part.

Richie was just
a member at Pete's gym.

He risked his life
for an acquaintance.

That's just the kind of guy
Richie was.

We, uh, got a lot closer
after he saved my life.

We started rehabbing together.

Your gunshot wound?

And Richie's shoulder.

He threw it out
when he tackled that creep.

The pain,
it was worse than ever.

How could I not
feel responsible?

Now, he-he was really
in pain, so we, uh,

we worked out here
most every day.

BISHOP:
Until...

he went missing.

And that's when I got
to know Pete.

We were so concerned
about Richie.

PETE:
We were so disgusted

seeing Vairo go free.

So we, uh,

Donna and I, we, uh, we, you
know, we kind of came together

to comfort each other.

And after a year and a half, uh,
what can I say?

We fell in love.

PETE:
And now with Richie

turning up dead,

look, just promise me

that I get to testify
at Vairo's trial this time.

Okay?

As soon as we find him.
That bastard shot me

over $200 in my safe.

If I'd have just given it
to him,

none of this
would've ever happened.

And your friend would
still be alive.

I think about that
more than ever.

Me, too.

GRACE: Uh, yes,
this is Dr. Confalone

for, uh, Director Vance, please?

WOMAN: One moment.
Thank you.

VANCE:
Dr. Confalone.

Oh, yes, Director,
I'm sorry to bother you.

It's not Gibbs?
No, it's not about Gibbs.

In fact, I'm signing
his psych eval as we speak.

- What is it?
- I'm afraid it's about Agent McGee.

(elevator bell dings)

McGee.

Hey.
You're back at work.

Yeah.

Oh.

Are you sure it's not too soon?

I'm not sure of much,
to be honest with you.

So, how's the casket?

You mean the Rolls-Royce
of caskets?

That Edna was one lucky lady.

This is, by far, the cushiest
casket on the market.

- Selling it or examining it?
- I mean, if it wasn't "pre-owned,"

I'd be all over this thing.

Mine at home
is getting so lumpy.

How did Lieutenant Coyne's body
get in here?

Not with the help of anyone

from the funeral parlor
or the cemetery.

- How do you know that?
- Because this beauty was pried open.

See these marks right here?

It took several times
to break the lock.

Probably why it opened
so easily when it was dropped.

And no one at the cemetery
has a crowbar?

Not when it's, like,

a million times easier
to just use a casket key.

They'd be the only ones
that would have one.

You have one.

I also have a casket.

DUCKY:
This indignity

will soon be over, Edna.

And we'll have you back
to your resting place.

No further disturbance,
I promise.

And a lot more elbow room.

How's it coming, Dr. Palmer?

Uh, not bad,
once my eyes stopped watering.

This guy is ripe.

Another ringing endorsement for
the virtues of embalming fluid.

(bagpipe ringtone plays)
(grunts)

JIMMY:
Hey, Doctor,

I don't mean to be nosy,

but, uh,
you've been grumbling

about those phone calls
all week.

Who is that?

Edinburgh University.

It's that time of year

when they seek an increase
in my alumni dues.

They'll just have to get by with
my current levels of generosity.

Oh, how generous is that?

Now you are being nosy.

GIBBS: Hey, Duck,
what do we got? Whew!

Wow, that's gotten worse.

Yeah, I was thinking about

hanging a warning sign
out there.

Leave the door open.

Nobody's gonna get off
the elevator.

Jethro, these little fibers

will hopefully point us

to whomever intruded
into Edna's casket.

Oh. What about the lieutenant?

Oh, yeah, the, uh,
the blunt force

narrowly missed his
squamosal suture,

which likely contributed,
but I highly doubt

it was the cause of death.

(coughs)
Yeah, all this decay has got me

off to a really slow start,

but, yeah, I should have plenty
to send up to Abby.

Okay, keep me posted.

Oh, oh, Jethro, Jethro.

I know it's been said

many times of late,

but do allow me to echo

the resounding chorus

of our peers
in welcoming you...

Duck, Duck, come on.
Echo faster, huh?

It's good to have you back.

Yeah, thanks.
Yeah, I'm glad to be here.

(chuckles)

You did that on purpose.

Well, I meant every word.
(chuckles)

BISHOP:
Any updates?

McGEE: Abby's still working
on the casket.

GIBBS: Ducky and Palmer
are mid-autopsy.

Whew. Uh, you might want to
burn that jacket.

What do you got?

Uh, trying to link Leo Vairo

to any of our players here.

Social media,
hometowns in common, schools.

But there's no
connections so far.

We may not
need connections.

Our BOLO?

Virginia State Police
just picked up Leo Vairo

working at a used car lot
in Springfield.

Let's get him in here.

LEO VAIRO:
I was the victim.

Mistaken identity.

That Navy fella might have
picked me out of a lineup,

but he got it wrong.

TORRES:
Well, your criminal record

makes that really hard
to believe.

LEO:
Yeah, I screwed up plenty.

But I've been clean
18 months now.

18 months.

About the same time
Lieutenant Coyne disappeared,

you avoided a third strike.

That was a miracle,

I know,
but it scared me straight.

You think Coyne disappearing
is a miracle?

LEO:
It was to me.

I had nothing to do with it
and have no idea where he went.

Nor do I care.

Well, you should care,

'cause he's dead.

He's dead?

You found him?

Take a guess where.
Is that why

you got me down here?
TORRES: Damn.

You figured that out
all by yourself?

In that case, I need a lawyer.

Yeah, I'd say he needs one, too.

McGEE: I can definitely
imagine this guy

prying open a casket
or two.

Oh, he's lawyering
up for a reason.

Is there a reason for
this afternoon, Agent McGee?

Oh, my, uh, psych eval.

I'm all ears.
I was actually headed there,

um, but something came up
at home.

Delilah and I are, you know,

trying to get back
into the swing of things.

Understandably.

Actually, I was hoping, um,

I could make it home
tonight for dinner

if there isn't anything else

case-related
keeping me here.

Good by me. Leon?

Of course.

Of course, you will see Dr.
Grace by end of day tomorrow.

Or just stay home
until you do.

Yeah.

(door closes)

JIMMY: So much for
getting used to the smell.

(exhales)

If I didn't know any better,
I'd swear it's getting worse.

Just as too much salt
will dull the taste buds,

a lifetime of autopsies has
dulled my olfactory nerve.

Yeah, but a salt factory
don't taste bud.

Come again?

Paper cut floor action...

Ducky?

Step away from the body.
Do it now.

Get away from the table!

(alarm ringing)

Ugh.

The plastic helps, Ducky,
but the smell's not much better.

GIBBS:
Trust me,

it's a lot better.

It wasn't the smell
that took him out.

His delirium
points to something far worse.

Wait, wait, I was delirious?

DUCKY:
Incoherent.

You called me Ducky.

Palmer, what's the last
thing you remember?

Let's see, I was taking a sample
from the liver.

And then the smell got bad
and then it got much worse.

And... now I'm laying
on an autopsy table.

DUCKY: Since the liver
acts as a filter,

a concentration of toxins
built up,

enough to fell
a seasoned professional.

Thank you, Doctor.

What kind of toxins
are we talking about?

Well, that's up to Abby
to ascertain

once I've cut
out a sample.

I suggest you two leave and
take Dr. Palmer with you.

What? No.

Absolutely not.

Whatever did this
to me, Doctor,

I-I want it. Bad.

Oh.

Spoken like
a true medical warrior.

Ooh. All right.
You're on your own.

(sighs)

And to think they
actually enjoy this.

Uh-huh. Face it,
we all enjoy this.

How'd your psych
eval go today?

Not... not specifically,
just in terms of

you resuming "boss" duties.

I thought it went well.

I haven't heard.

I mean, no clearance yet.

If you want to go home
for the night, I can stay.

Are you kidding?

This is your first day back.

No, Torres and I will stay.

I don't mind.
Well, I mind.

And I'm still boss.

So...

you go home, Gibbs.

That's an order.

(elevator bell dings)

And take a shower.

(chuckles)

(knocking on door)

Is it safe
to come in?

All clear. Jimmy hasn't
brought the sample down yet.

(grunts) I'm not taking
any chances today.

Did you hurt your back?
Yeah.

I tweaked it flipping this, um,

like, giant tire.

Now, why would you
flip over a giant tire?

It was there.

Any other questions?
Yeah.

You still on about this whole
"messing with the dead" thing?

Okay, how does this happen?

I tell one person,
now everybody knows?

Okay, you told three.

And dead people
can't mess with you, Nick.

Actually, they're in
a very unique position not to.

Yeah, okay, go ahead
and tell that to Jimmy.

Actually,
I have a theory on that.

It sounds like
a Toxic Lady case to me.

Toxic Lady?
Yeah.

In the mid-'90s,
there was a woman

who was being treated
for cervical cancer.

And she got rushed to
the E.R. for chest pains

and trouble breathing.

When she was getting
her blood drawn,

all the hospital staff
that was near her

got a strong whiff
of something,

and they all got violently ill.
- What was it?

Well, eventually, the theory was
that there was a cocktail

of the cancer medication
that had gotten clogged

in her bloodstream,
and then it crystallized

when it was exposed to oxygen.

It made this toxic gas,
and it took out half the room.

Um, there's still debates
(elevator bell dings)

about the hows and the whys.

Those hows and whys
sound good to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Am I supposed
to wear one of those,

uh, Abby's space suits or...?

No, you're good, Nick. I-I
sealed these babies up tight.

And, plus, you're not staying.
So, out.

Hey, no argument here.

Uh, argument: I need to know.

(blows)

(insects chirping)

(dog barks in distance)

♪ ♪

(doorbell rings)

Since when do you
lock your door?

Ah. Right.

(door locks)

Problem sleeping?

Oh, I could ask you
the same thing.

Not enough to show up
at your place at 3:00 a.m.

Well, I didn't want to keep
Delilah up another night

with my tossing and turning.

What's going on?

Well, maybe it's all that
time we spent sleeping

on that cell floor.

Mattresses are hard
to get used to again.

Yeah. How's Delilah doing?

How's the baby?

McGEE:
Baby's good.

Delilah's fantastic.

We came from an ultrasound
a few days ago.

We don't want to know
what we're having,

but, uh, baby's growing.

So...

what are you doing here?

We spent two months, Tim,
getting beat up,

tortured, starved.

All that time...

I never saw you as scared
as you are right now.

I'm not scared, boss.

To be honest with you,
I don't know what I am.

I don't know...

what to feel
or why I'm feeling like I do.

So why'd you blow off Grace?
Boss, we can't all be you, okay?

You came home from Paraguay
like it was nothing.

But maybe I can't do that.

And you had it worse
than I did.

And you're cracking jokes
and smiling

like you never have before.
Who said that I had it worse?

Gibbs, you were beat more,
you were tortured more.

And you had to watch.

Just because I'm
cracking jokes,

Tim, doesn't mean I'm okay.

I'm okay... enough.

Maybe.

Enough to pass your psych eval.

Yeah. You don't think you will?
What if I don't?

What if I can't fake it
like you?

Fa-Fake it?

Wait, no, no,

who's faking it here?

Boss, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.

Look, all I'm trying
to tell you is I feel like...

I feel like the guy
who's avoiding the doctor

because he doesn't want
to find out how sick he is.

No, you're not like that guy,
McGee. You are that guy.

Just go.

Just go.
(phone ringing)

What if I have
to keep going?

I'll see you there.

I guess.

ABBY: Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs,
I was right.

Toxic Lady.

GIBBS: Who?
Blunt force trauma

may have knocked out
Lieutenant Coyne,

but it was a cocktail of drugs
in his liver that killed him.

ABBY: Fentanyl,
dimethyl sulfoxide

and a whole bunch of ibuprofen.

JIMMY:
It was a triple dose,

most likely for the
pain in his shoulder.

That combo of drugs
was put into pill form,

which crystallized
when Jimmy cut into the liver

and the fumes
just knocked him out.

JIMMY: Now, ibuprofen is sold
over the counter,

but where would Lieutenant Coyne
go to get all those other drugs?

No. Question is, who would've
slipped them to him?

We can think of someone.

Ah. I tried to get here early,
you still beat me in.

Ah, no, I never left.

Showered in the gym.

I keep a change of clothes
in my locker.

Yeah, that's a good idea
for a boss.

I don't feel so boss.

Digging into
Vairo's record

and there's not
one hint of him

ever dealing with the drugs
Abby found last night.

All his busts were
for pot and coke.

And no DMSO?

What is that?

D-M-S-O.
Look that up for me.

So, last night
I was putting

sports cream on my back

and I was wishing
I had this stuff

that, uh, that a doctor
in Colombia gave me

last time I tweaked it.

BISHOP: "DMSO, AKA
dimethyl sulfoxide."

Yep. Sound familiar?

BISHOP: Yeah, it's what Coyne
had in his system

along with fentanyl
and ibuprofen.

They're all types
of pain killers.

Now, we know Coyne was in pain,

but you don't take DMSO
as a pill.

Yeah, yet he took all three.

McGEE:
Saw Vairo's lawyer

on my way in.

Says her client

is not talking
and she wants him out now.

Ah, doubt he'd be much good
to us, anyway.

He's not exactly
the sports injury type.

What are you thinking, Gibbs?

I am thinking that Vairo
won't have to say much.

That we'll do all the talking

after you look up
one more thing.

Mm-hmm.

(Bishop typing)

ATTORNEY: Premeditated murder
is a long way

from armed robbery, agents.

Mr. Vairo isn't talking
until we see some basis

for your allegations.
Cool.

Well, our basis are
a list of these drugs

that were found
in Coyne's system.

Recognize any of them, Leo?

Can't hardly pronounce them.

Yeah, we doubt
you sold them.

I mean, you dealt mostly in
recreational drugs, right?

Weed, blow.
I was good, too.

Mr. Vairo.

BISHOP: We thought
maybe that's how

you knew the gym owner.

Turns out Pete was hit

with a misdemeanor
coke possession

a few years ago.

TORRES: Wasn't your
coke on him, was it?

I mean, he told us
he didn't even know

who you were before, uh,

before the robbery.

- Pete said that?
- Leo.

TORRES: Rock and
a hard place, Leo.

You admitting
to knowing Pete

and you're pretty much
confessing to shooting him.

BISHOP: Yeah,
I don't know, Leo.

I mean, you seem, you
seem smarter than that.

How stupid would you have to be
to rob a gym?

TORRES:
Seriously.

The guy didn't even have
200 bucks in the safe.

I mean, you got to
be an idiot

to shoot a guy over that.

It was way more than that.

Look, I didn't kill
this Navy guy.

I get why you think I did,
but I didn't.

TORRES: Then help us
figure out who did.

Why did you rob the gym?

(stammers, stops)

Oh, go for it.

I knew Pete back in the day.

Sold to him a few times.

A couple years ago,
I hear he's making a bundle

off this wonder drug,

importing it
from South America.

Some kind of miracle
pain killer.

PETE:
Look, guys.

Richie was my friend.
He saved my life.

I mean, what,
are-are you gonna believe

some trigger-happy drug dealer?
TORRES: We normally don't,

but now...

Okay, did-did he happen to say

how I got the body
in the casket?

Much less the cemetery?

Now here's a good shot.

I... don't touch my stuff,
please.

(chuckles)
Look at that.

Gorton Poly High School, 2001.

Varsity football.

There you are.

Number 2-5.

Look at the size of your neck.

Where have I
seen this before?

Oh, that's right,
um... I know.

The, uh, the yearbook
we dug up online

trying to connect
our suspects.

- What?
- How could I be a suspect?

Check this out.

Good-looking kid, huh?

Let's see where's
that, uh, team photo?

Oh, wow, look at that.
It's the same shot.

You're not just
a football player,

you were a co-captain, Pete.
There you are.

Huh?

Who's your
buddy there?

I needed the money, okay?

Well, so much for
taking one for the team.

He's spilling
his guts out.

(sighs)

Look, just leave Phil
out of this.

He didn't have
anything to do with it.

All he did was
get me access to the casket

and then he just...
he looked away.

TORRES:
That miracle drug

did a real number
on your other buddy.

Look, I was just
trying to help him.

Richie was
in so much pain.

His shoulder was killing him.
TORRES: Yeah, sure,

along with everything else
when you started helping him.

No.

Nobody else had a reaction
like that. I didn't know...

Look, I didn't know what to do.
You take him to the hospital.

Oh, but he couldn't
do that, Gibbs,

'cause they'd find out that
Rich was poisoned.

No, he wasn't poisoned, okay?

And I got rid
of my supply after...

After you killed him.
No, I didn't kill him.

It killed him, and it was
an accident. All right, look,

Richie comes by the gym

after-hours one night,
on his way to the base.

And he's in pain
and he's blaming me.

And then things
just got out of hand

and we got physical and, uh,
the next thing I know,

Richie just... he just fell.

He fell?
Yeah. He just fell.

I'm assuming
he fell on something

heavy and hard.
He hit the barbell rack.

He didn't even hit it
hard enough for it to kill him,

but he, uh...

...he was dead.

What about Donna?

Does Donna
have to know about this?

I mean, with everything
she's been through.

You okay?

I want to testify at his trial.

Lingering effects?

Oh. No, I'm fine.
Thanks, Doctor.

I was just...
thinking about that poor woman.

Loses her husband

and then falls for the man
who killed him.

"Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal.

Love leaves a memory
no one can steal."

That's nice.

It was carved
on a headstone

in Ireland
centuries ago.

Yeah. No one
does death

quite like the Irish.

You really should write a book.
Yeah, yeah.

In all my free time.
ABBY: Registered letter

for "The Esteemed
Dr. Donald Mallard."

I signed for it. It's from
the University of Edinburgh.

Must be important.
Hardly. Thank you, Abby.

To the circular file,
please, Dr. Palmer.

No, I'm not throwing this away.
Now you're being ridiculous.

Oh, please don't.
He doesn't want us to know

how much he gives
to his old school.

- Because it's none of your business.
- "To the Honorable

Dr. Mallard..."
Yada, yada, yada.

"Attempts to reach you
have failed."

Not well enough.

Doctor...

this is not a solicitation,
this is an invitation.

ABBY: "The University
requests your presence

"at a weekend honoring

its most distinguished alumni."

JIMMY: "At which
you will be a guest of honor

"and awarded
the honorary degree,

Doctor of Humane Letters."

Has to be a prank.

It's not a prank.

You're the bestest,

baddest, Duckiest,

most legendary medical
examiner of all times,

and, obviously,
they know.

JIMMY:
It's pretty cool, Doctor.

How much do you
donate, by the way?

Shame on me.

What?
For allowing

my cynicism to reject
all those phone calls.

That's true.
You might never have known.

But now that you do know?

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

(chuckles)

Delilah has been a champ.
You know?

She was a total rock
while I was gone.

Can't say enough.
Yeah, you've been saying it

for most of the hour.

We've got
five minutes left, Tim.

Tell me why you're not sleeping.

I told you
I don't know.

Pretend you do.

Take a chance.

What is it you don't know?

(sighs)

I don't know...

why I've been worrying so much

since we got back.

It was hard enough surviving
Paraguay, but you'd think

there would be nothing left
to fear after that.

You certainly had reason
to be afraid down there.

That was different.

We stared death
in the face every day,

but I knew that,
somehow, we'd get back.

A wife at home,
baby on the way.

Perhaps fear wasn't an option.

There was no time to be afraid.

But now you have time.
I just can't shake this feeling

like the other shoe
is gonna drop.

Like I've run out of luck

and... something's
bound to go wrong.

There's some
big scoreboard out there

that keeps track
of who's had enough hardship

and who's owed some more?

Sounds crazy when you
put it like that.

Maybe a little.

Misfortune is
pretty arbitrary, after all.

Well, I don't
know about that.

Some people
seem to just skate by

while others
are magnets for disaster.

Which one are you?

Somewhere in the middle,
I guess.

We're all in the middle, Tim.

Despite appearances,
everybody's got a story to tell.

No one gets through
this life unscathed.

Is that... is that
supposed to help me sleep?

Worry's a bully.

It gives you nothing,

it only takes.
- Just wish

I could enjoy the ride more,
you know?

Quit obsessing
about what lies ahead.

All the danger that you've faced
over the years, Tim--

that experience
was put to the test down there.

And you passed
with flying colors.

So whatever lies ahead,

you're more prepared
to deal with it

than you've ever been before
in your life.

And I will file your paperwork
later tonight,

and let Director Vance

know you're good to go.

That'd be great.
Hey, boss.

Told you I'd see you here.

Been here the entire time?

About ten minutes.
Keep getting here early.

But she's got good magazines.

You ready?

And able.

Hey, you going home?

I'm going to bed.

Yeah.

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