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He named his computer Martha Stewart.

'Cause once I'm done inputting files in her,

she'll know everything about everything.

Turns out, that SUV

wasn't following Lala, it was tailing Randy

'cause of some of that stuff he was typing into the computer.

But we didn't know till later that he was even gone.

Where Manny is, the sheriff is retiring.

-Change could do me good.

Lala, it's me!

I tried to leave, but...

I couldn't.

I wanted you to ask me to stay.

Will you stay?

I only wish

it could've lasted forever.

I came to Alaska

to find peace.

And to put pen to paper...

...so Lala's story didn't die with me.

Five years later, I had that peace.

I liked my life here.

And I liked who found me here.

You're welcome.

Ah...

All right, buddy! Come and get it.

Lunch!

Let's eat!

Damn dog.

Hey!

What are you doing? Come on. Lunch.

Oh, you've been down to the river, huh?

You got burrs in your feet again?

-Yeah?

Come on. Come on.

You're okay.

You're good. You're good.

Just breathe.

Okay.

Go. Eat.

One down. One to go.

I came here to find peace

and to tell Lala's story.

But 34 years after I first kissed her...

...the ghosts from my past found me.

And it all started that night.

* Hey, hey, hey, hey *

-* Ooh... *

Hey, it's Lala. You know what to do.

: Dominguez, it's Franks. Um, listen,

I know you're quitting to go make the biggest mistake

-of your life... -Ignore him.

...but I am in a bind here.

-Everyone was throwing them back... -Why do you wear so many shirts?

I got a dead body,

and I can't find Randy or Gibbs anywhere.

-Better? -Yeah.

You might be the only person I know

that probably ain't drunk.

If you ain't left yet, I could really use your help.

Ignore him.

This crime scene's one for the books.

-Mary Jo's still up there... -Ah...

-...she ain't answering the phone.

Oh, I forgot. I forgot you got shot.

-I'm sorry. -Yeah, I did, too.

...there and you could pick up the phone, that'd be great.

I'm on, uh, Oceanside Pier...

-Oh! -...near the, uh, the-the funnel cake stand

that me and Gary love so much.

Young MP got shot.

He got got in a public bathroom and it's nasty as hell in there.

Place might as well be a septic tank.

-Sorry, I can't. -You know.

-He's killing me. -Toilets are both busted,

there's urine and God knows what else

all over the floor and...

Mike!

-Enough. -Oh, good, you're home.

Uh, how much did you hear?

Where are you?

In that moment,

I couldn't believe

it took me so long to trust my gut...

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, no, I'm listening. I'm listening.

...which had always been telling me...

-Yeah, I know. -...she was all I ever needed.

-Be right there.

Franks needs our help.

Ours?

Are you staying?

Yeah.

* Don't you... *

You know, that body will still be there in ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Really? Wow.

-* Forget about me... *

I figured this was just another case.

You coming?

And after that,

we'd pick up right where we left off.

* As you walk on by... *

But if I knew then what I know now,

Let's go.

...I would've never let us walk out that door.

* When you walk away. *

"NCIS."

That C's gonna take some getting used to.

How you doing, Chief?

Better than this poor guy.

Hell of a way to go.

Floor of a damn john.

Gunshot to the gut.

Look at you, manning the camera.

I ain't got a choice. I'm the only one here.

-Where's everyone at? -Oh, we threw

a big old party last night celebrating the new C,

and now nobody's answering their pagers.

Saw Vera pull up in a cab out there.

The hell's she cabbing it for?

'Cause I am drunk.

I was partying like it's 1999 up in that bitch.

-You don't look drunk. -I just hide it well.

And unlike those lightweights we work with,

when duty calls, Vera Strickland suits up and shows up.

Watch your step, Vera.

Hammered.

New gear's not bad.

Button up your shirt, though.

Yeah, I can't.

Y-You broke the buttons when you ripped it off.

Okay, well, then, zip up your jacket.

I don't want Franks asking questions.

Relax. He won't even notice.

Probie! Where the hell you been?

And why are you dressed like a Cuban dope dealer?

Uh, buttons broke.

Yeah? How the hell'd that happen?

They got caught i-in my refrigerator door.

Damn, tough break. Y'all heard from Rando?

He's still not here?

Boy never could hold his alcohol.

Hey, I took some photos, but I don't know.

I'll redo them.

Hey.

I'm thinking two words:

conjugal visit.

After this, you go visit your boy Manny,

you shake the rafters, get it out of your system,

come back home where you belong.

Okay, Mike. What do we got?

-All right. -Are you still drunk?

-Mm-hmm. Yeah, thank you. -You ain't gonna believe this place.

-It is... -Smelly?

...stinkin' like high hell.

Mm-hmm.

Sergeant Zachary Crudo, 23, Marine MP.

His watch commander said he was on night shift,

took a stroll on his chow break, never came back.

You already called his watch commander?

Been here all morning, probie.

Thought I'd make myself useful.

Well...

There's no evidence in this nasty-ass stall.

Sup, kids?

Where's your new threads?

You didn't read your letter?

Dominguez almost quit on us.

What is he talking about?

I left a letter in your locker, but don't bother reading it.

Okay, but you might have to remind me later.

I'm plastered.

-Defensive wounds? -No.

I don't think he saw it coming.

Wallet was missing. We think the killer

followed him in, robbed him.

Hmm. Then took a knee right here.

-Look. -I don't need to look, probie.

Remember what I said about being here all morning?

So, he shoots him, then...

kneels here to check for a pulse.

And I bet you he grabbed this sink on his way down.

I bet you're right.

-Didn't hear you say that, Franks. -I was getting there.

Randy should be here with the fingerprint kit.

He must be close by now.

And I'm sick of waiting. Y'all got tape in your bag?

Uh, yeah, why?

Probie.

I... am about to blow y'all's minds.

That right there's a latent print!

-Ha, ha! -Not bad.

Randy'll be bummed he missed that.

-Mm. -Get that to Woody.

Woody? What are you doing here?

I've been trying to call, no one's answering.

Everybody left.

And I've been in and out cleaning up.

-What's wrong? -Phil's on with 911.

I didn't know what else to do but come here.

911? For what?

We were locking up

and we saw Randy's car in the parking lot.

The driver's door is open and his pager's on the ground.

I think Randy was taken.

I understand, Director.

Yes. Y-Yes, we already have a couple of leads.

Yes, sir, we are going to find Agent Randolf

and bring him home safely.

This is a nightmare.

Leads? What leads?

It is Director Morrow's first day

and we just had one of our agents kidnapped.

I'm trying to calm his nerves. What do we know?

Security footage outside forensics showed Rando

being tossed into an SUV.

Looks like the same one that was following us yesterday.

-BOLO? -It's out, no hits yet.

Herm is on his way here right now

-with Junie and Junior. -Randolf's family?

So, we think they're in danger, too?

We don't know what's going on, Cliff.

-Better safe than sorry. -This is a nightmare.

-Yeah, you said that already. -And Randy, of all people,

he's like a frolicking

-ray of sunshine. -I'm so sorry to interrupt.

-What, Gail? -I need to find Barrett's cigar cutter.

I put it away after he was fired for being a McCreepypants.

-What is she talking about? -I-I didn't want to add to your spiral, sir,

but, uh, former Regional Director Barrett

is also on his way in to be interviewed.

-Interviewed for what? -Turns out,

our murdered MP, Sergeant Crudo,

-used to be Barrett's driver. -Mike, BOLO got a hit.

An SUV matching our description

was spotted at the Quick N' Swift.

We're heading there now to see

-if there were any cameras. -Go.

Ooh, Leroy Jethro Nips.

I'm-a take another look outside of forensics,

make sure we didn't miss nothing.

I want you back in time to interview Barrett.

-Vera's on it. -I got it. -After what he pulled,

I don't want that sleazebag alone with any of our women.

That is very sweet, sir,

thank you, but if he tries anything, I'll just shank him.

And I don't want Vera alone with him.

Okay? I want him in and out, Franks.

In and out's the plan, Cliff,

so I can get back to finding my boy.

Go faster.

Gas station security cameras must have caught something.

What if they didn't?

I can't believe I let this happen.

What are you talking about?

I assumed the SUV was following me.

I thought it had something to do with the Chacales and Manny.

-Come on. -Look at this now.

I'm going around him. Hang on.

Gibbs!

No, I got it, I got it.

Think the station's right up here.

There's no way you could've known

they were going after Randy.

I should've at least considered it.

And I would have if I wasn't so distracted by my own crap.

This isn't on you.

Let's just get the tape.

I tell you,

I never thought I'd set foot in this place again.

-So, your former driver Sergeant Crudo...

Is your rat of a boss in there?

Sergeant Crudo. Y'all keep in touch since you got canned?

You know, I haven't talked to him in a couple of months.

Where's Mary Jo with my coffee?

Any enemies he might've had?

Good kid like that? I can't imagine

somebody wanting to off him.

I thought you said this had all the earmarks

of a random robbery.

Crudo's wallet was taken, but we're keeping our options open.

Mm. There she is. Hey!

There's my beauty queen.

You are a sight for sore eyes, honey.

Hey. Listen, Barrett, we got something happening here, so...

Could you fetch me a couple sugars for that, sugar?

Sugar's over there. Help yourself.

Oh.

You got anything to help us with Crudo or not?

All's I know, when I got the shaft, so did he.

Anybody within a whiff of me got either fired or demoted.

All thanks to your rat of a boss in there.

-This ain't going nowhere. -Little does he know,

my life got better after I left this hellhole.

I mean, sure, my wife took off on me, but good riddance.

All right? I got a younger girlfriend now,

I got a six-figure job opportunity

in corporate security.

Huh? What do you think about that, you rat?

Maybe you should be more concerned about

your delinquent son and failed marriage, huh?

-Don't you ever... -: Oh!

-...talk about my family! -Oh, it's the Rat King himself.

Getting you fired was the highlight of my career.

One of the best things to ever happen to me,

-you little cheese eater. -They're all yours.

Thanks for coming by, sleazebag!

-I'm on the upswing. -Have a great day.

-I'm too hungover for this.

Probie.

-What do you got? -Guy at the station

said the SUV pulled in to get gas,

he heard a bunch of yelling, then it sped off.

They got cameras?

Cueing it up now.

Franks, good news. Woody called.

That fingerprint you lifted

at the crime scene got a match.

The print belongs to the victim Sergeant Crudo.

How is that good news?

That print lifting thing you did with the dirt worked.

Nice job, man.

Oh, and speaking of the dirt, Woody found some kind of

mystery substance mixed in it.

They're testing it now.

Okay, let us know.

-Hey, Franks. You got a minute? -No,

-not really.

Figured you might want this back.

Thanks, MJ.

I read your goodbye letter.

It put quite a scare in me.

Yeah.

-My bad. -Your, uh...

change of heart have anything to do

with Gibbs' wardrobe malfunction?

God help us all.

-It ain't cued up yet? -Gas station guy

said the SUV got gas around 12:23.

I'm almost there.

Who doesn't gas up before a kidnapping?

Oh, there we go. There's our SUV.

He knows there's cameras.

Ain't letting us get a good look at his face.

What's the deal with the taillights?

Faulty wiring, maybe?

Look.

Ball cap sees it, too.

It's Randy.

He's in the back messing with the wiring.

How are you getting that?

It's Morse code.

Rando knew there were cameras, too.

What-what's he trying to tell us?

"U"...

"S"...

"S"...

..."R."

U.S.S.R.

Randy's telling us it's the Russians that grabbed him.

They ain't gonna go easy on him.

Go easy on him? The Russians aren't gonna

leave Randy breathing.

Junie, sweetie.

-I know, baby.

What the hell is happening?

Did the Russians really take my husband?

Hey, we're gonna figure this out, Junie.

I've seen Red Dawn, Gibbs.

-Shh, it's okay. -You mind?

-Here you go. -I'm gonna, I'm gonna take you.

Hey.

-It's all right.

You're good.

You're good.

Just breathe.

Don't worry. We'll find your dad.

-Look who we found, Junior. -Oh, ho, ho, ho.

It's your best buddy Special Agent Gary Callahan.

You know, Uncle Herm was just about

to take Gary out to go play.

-Do you want to go?

Yeah, I know Gare bear would like that.

Uh, if it's okay with Mom.

-Yeah, of course. -You want to go?

-Yeah. -Aw.

-Come on. -Gare bear would like that.

-Come on, fellas. Let's do it. -There you go.

Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it.

Don't hold back, Gibbs.

I want to know everything.

Has Randy mentioned he was having any trouble lately?

Anything with Russians?

Randy?

-My Randy? -Yeah.

What about that poker game he plays in?

Does he owe anybody any money?

-They play for peanuts. -Junebug.

Don't pay no attention to what Carl said out there.

He's an idiot.

Rando's a fighter.

I'll see you later.

We're gonna find him.

Drink up, sweetheart.

It's chamomile.

Calms the nerves.

San Diego PD just found the SUV dumped in a field.

Rando wasn't in there, there was blood, though.

They're having it towed to forensics now.

I was thinking this might be payback

for some Russian we put away,

but I went through all the files and nothing jumps out.

Any Russian who takes a Fed ain't street-level.

They got to be connected.

KGB.

If it is,

them boys are thick as thieves and tight-lipped.

-We got to find a way to get one talking. -JJ.

He flipped a Russian.

JJ?

Really?

Vera, where's JJ?

Yeah, okay. Thank you. Thanks.

That was Crudo's bunkmate.

He said Crudo was planning on taking leave.

Big vacation to Belize.

-Interesting, huh? -Yeah, keep at it.

-Where's JJ at? -Looking for me?

You take your food into the bathroom?

I have a spot I keep it.

-Gail said you flipped a Russian. -Oh,

Gail said JJ said what?

-Tell them, JJ. -Yeah.

I, uh, may have been a little drunk and exaggerated.

Vera's the one who flipped him.

So, you lied?

Were you just trying to impress me

to get me back in the sack?

-Yeah, and it worked. -You dirty dog.

Oh, God, please, make it stop.

-Who's your informant? -Name's Vladimir Volkinov.

Moscow planted him here in '86, and he is quite the character.

How'd you turn him?

Guy's obsessed with Hollywood movies.

He can't shut up about them, so I, uh...

: I made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

I can't believe we bought this commie bastard a Blockbuster.

I can't even get Gary's vet bills reimbursed.

Why do you knock so loud?

And you promised to always come around the back.

I ain't promise you crap.

Well, Vladimir,

if this ain't the American dream, I don't know what is.

I am pinching myself every day.

And please, call me Vlad.

Well, we need you to watch this tape, Vlad.

Yes, Vera told me.

Sorry to hear about your friend's troubles.

You know, in Moscow, they train me to be spy.

They show me Hollywood movies

so that I can understand my enemy.

But instead, these movies just make me love America.

Terminator, Dirty Dancing,

Weekend at Bernie's, yes.

Peter.

It got stuck.

I told you, come and get me if it gets stuck.

Look what you've done.

Okay. Go on, go clean it up.

-Vlad.

It's okay. We have many more VCRs.

After all, this is Blockbuster.

Come.

You know who he is.

No.

I wasn't asking.

This is not what I signed up for.

You think all this is free?

You're an informant. Inform.

These men are monsters.

Even just speaking of them can get my entire family killed.

Our friend they grabbed, he's got a family, too!

Little boy just like yours!

This is not my problem.

You want me to tell Moscow you're working for us?

You ain't holding the cards, pal.

Give us a name.

A name!

Maksim.

I recognize his limp.

Why did they take our guy?

I cannot say for sure,

but I know that the Kremlin has been looking for Navy secrets.

And they will not stop until they get them.

Where can we find this Maksim?

-Hey! Federal agents. -Put it down!

Federal agents! Put it down!

I got him! I got him, I got him!

Trailer, trailer! Go, now!

Stay down! Give me your hands!

I don't see anything!

Watch your back.

Randy?

Lala! I got him, he's in here!

-Is he alive? Hey. -He's chained to the floor.

-Randy. Hey. -Here.

-I got it, I got it. -This place

is gonna blow.

-Hey, come on!

Pass him to me. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hurry up. Put him up, put him up.

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

Hey, Randy.

You got a pulse?

Hey. You got a pulse?

Come on, Randy.

Oh, come on.

-Come on, Randy. Come on, bud. -Come on, Randy.

-Come on. -Hey, Randy?

-Randy? -Come on, come back to us, bud.

-Yeah. There you go.

-Breathe. Hey. There you go. -Hey. Hey! Hey!

There you are.

-You're all right. -You're good. We're here.

-You make big mistake. -Stand up.

Give me your hand.

I did not know anyone was in there.

They tell me the trailer has asbestos,

-so they sent me to burn. -Who's they?

Who's they?

-Yeah, right.

-I ain't buying it.

Ow, watch the hair, man.

I told you I'm good.

Sir, you're in respiratory distress.

You have head trauma, potential facial fractures.

-You need a hospital. -No, I-I'm good.

-I'm good.

Give us a minute?

: Hey. What's up, guys?

I'm digging the new hats.

You tell Junie I'm okay?

-Yeah, we just radioed. -Okay.

Are you, uh, too banged up for a hug?

Never.

Wait, I thought you quit.

Aw, you come back just to help find me?

Got that prick loaded up in the car.

Thought we lost you, pal.

Yeah, I didn't feel a pulse.

That's 'cause I did that thing you taught me,

-and it worked. -What thing?

Gibbs and I, we were tying one on at Daly's one night

and he showed me this Marine breathing technique.

Basically, you go all Zen master

and you breathe so shallow that your heart rate slows,

and your pulse becomes super hard to find.

You played opossum on them.

-Yeah. I can't believe that worked.

-I've only used it as a party trick. -Yeah, but...

I kind of went too far and totally passed out.

Or maybe that had more to do with them

beating me senseless trying to get me to talk.

Wow, that is a lot of chest, my guy.

Takes one to know one, huh?

What'd they want to know?

My password to Martha II, but I never coughed it up.

Why the hell'd they want to get in your computer for?

Blockbuster boy said the Russians

are looking for Navy secrets.

Some of the stuff you've been inputting

-is classified, right? -Yeah, a lot of it.

Who's, uh, Blockbuster boy?

Oh, he's the guy who said the Russians aren't gonna stop

until they get those secrets.

I doubt the guy we caught's gonna talk.

He ain't. He's already stonewalling,

claiming he didn't even know Rando was in there.

He thinks there's no witnesses.

You tell him I'm alive?

No, I did not.

Well, if it's all right with you, boss,

I'd like to tell him myself.

Aw, Randolf.

Looking good for a dead guy.

-Thanks, Vera. -Hey, you know,

I saw Roy upstairs booking that bastard.

It took everything in me not to kick the guy in the nuts.

-That is so sweet.

Randy's doing the interrogation himself!

-What?

Dude's gonna freak out when he sees

-that Randy's still alive. -Yeah.

-Ah! -Oh, so sorry.

Uh, no, it's okay.

I'm gonna go plan my big entrance.

I'm thinking I'm either gonna do moonwalk or jazz hands.

- Yeah!

See you guys over there.

All right, so, take a look

at Sergeant Crudo's newly cleaned hand.

What are those, letters? How'd they get on his hand?

Right, so, check it, a bunch of MPs on base have these bags.

Okay? Brand name is Ordane Tactical.

I think he was carrying it like so,

and there was something heavy in it,

so it left an imprint.

So, Crudo brought a bag to the beach

-very late last night. -Mm.

Doesn't sound like a casual stroll to me.

Maybe he was meeting up with someone to make a deal,

and it went bad.

Maybe I'm a genius.

-Oh. -Or maybe...

I read your goodbye letter.

I told you not to read that.

I know.

I defied you.

Sit.

Hit me with it.

What happened to your fresh start?

I packed up, I took off.

Music was blasting, windows were down,

I felt great.

I felt free.

And then I hit desert,

and every radio station dropped off except for one.

Yacht rock.

Oh.

-We hate yacht rock. -Yacht rock, yeah.

-So, I was drowning in Christopher Cross... -Ugh.

-...so I drove in silence, obviously. -Mm-hmm.

And then, it was just me.

And I didn't feel free anymore.

I felt like a coward.

Why?

Because I realized I wasn't running to Manny...

...I was running from Gibbs.

Okay, well, does Gibbs know how you feel?

Girl, I don't even know how I feel.

12 hours ago, I'm leaving to go be with Manny,

then suddenly, I'm hooking up with Gibbs?

No, wait, what? What, did you bang Roy?

-Vera.

Inside voice.

No.

: No.

Franks called, and he was talking about

how the bathroom smelled and...

It was a whole thing and...

-Yeah. -Okay, so,

what now? Are you-you and Gibbs

finally gonna give it a go or what?

Lala?

Yeah? I'm-I'm back here.

Randy's headed into the box.

I didn't think you'd want to miss it.

Oh, uh, thanks.

I'll be right there.

Surprise! Ha!

Your face.

Ugh, I know.

You thought I was dead. Look at me.

I'm clearly not.

It's a lot to process. You want me to give you a minute?

You had no pulse.

Dude, what can I say?

I'm a walking miracle.

Well, I guess...

...more like a nightmare for you?

And I heard you told my boss this-this

little tale about you having nothing to do

-with what's going on here... -Oh, you missed it.

This prick saw Rando, his damn jaw hit the floor.

-Did he go moonwalk? -Mm-mm. Jazz hands.

But I think we both know you had

everything to do with what's going on here.

He's really enjoying this.

-So am I. -With my testimony,

you are looking at kidnapping,

imprisonment, torture.

And of a federal agent, to boot?

Ooh-wee, mama.

He is so screwed.

But if you're willing to talk,

we might just cut you a deal.

What kind of deal?

One where you don't die in prison.

We were hired to-to take you

and get password to your computer.

Hired by who?

I-I do not know.

Ugh. And here I thought you were smartening up.

- No, wait, wait.

We find work on online Russian message boards.

Okay? So, somebody under alias "Johnny Doe,"

he paid us ten grand,

you know, after we provided the, uh, password.

But what are you talking about? I never gave you the password.

-: You didn't have to.

We found it written down on card in your wallet.

You're lying.

GingersJustWanttoHaveFun321?

Is that not your password?

-Dang it, Gail! -Tell me

-that ain't your password. -It's my password, boss.

We got to lock up Martha II.

Why did she put it in your wallet?

I gave it to her as a backup,

told her to keep it somewhere safe.

She said she had an intuitive place for it.

I thought she meant a safe.

-Welcome back, Randy. -Shut up, Gail.

-A safe, Gail! -What's wrong? -Not now, Gail!

It's okay, it's okay, I'm just gonna change my password.

GingersJustWannaHaveFun321.

-Huh? -The hell's going on?

Uh, my password isn't working.

Try it again.

-GingersJustWannaHaveFun32...

What the heck?

What?

There's no scuff.

Um, uh, r-remember when Franks got annoyed

and threw his Zippo at me,

hit Martha right here, left a scuff?

It's gone.

This isn't your computer.

Someone must've swapped it out with a replica.

So, the Russians have your computer and the password.

And every Navy secret inside it.

I'm not seeing any prints, boss.

Whoever swapped the computers must've worn gloves.

Only an idiot wouldn't, and an idiot didn't pull this off.

The Russian says he doesn't know how the computer was stolen.

His part was just getting the password.

When's the last time you used your computer?

Before I left the party last night, around 10:45.

The party.

Everybody was distracted, drunk. I bet it was stolen then.

So, that means, what, someone at NCIS is a Russian spy?

Anything's possible,

but we ain't starting with our own.

Who else had access to the building last night?

Uh, just the base guards patrolling.

Get me that list.

There were ten guards on duty.

I want backgrounds on all these boys.

Call their watch commanders, their mamas.

-Call whoev... -Guys.

Sergeant Crudo.

-Who? -Around the same time

you were kidnapped, this guy was murdered.

Vera was working it.

Can't be a coincidence. Mary Jo!

I'm right here.

Get me Vera.

So, we're thinking Crudo was doing some kind of deal, right?

Yeah, he was carrying a bag with something heavy in it,

and he was planning a trip to Belize.

This ain't light.

So, Crudo gets flipped by the Russians,

steals my computer, then they kill him.

He was a loose end.

Franks, my office, now.

Kind of busy, Cliff.

I'm on hold with Director Morrow,

and he wants to talk to you, too.

-Why me? -Because you're lead on the case

and he wants an update on our latest calamity.

Get up here.

Find any connection Crudo has to the Russians.

Find me his buyer, damn it!

-And catch Vera up! -Vera's caught up.

And I got something hot off the presses.

Crudo made 17 calls last week,

all to the same pay phone on 63rd and Jefferson.

Could be calling his buyer.

Yeah, I sent Carl down to dust for prints.

Well, it's a public phone-- it's gonna be caked in prints.

What else you got?

Uh, that stuff in the dirt around the body?

Woody figured out it was ash.

Still trying to work out where from.

There was a bonfire right outside the bathroom.

Maybe some ash blew in.

63rd and Jefferson.

Guess who needed a ride home

from Daly's one night after having too much,

and happens to live two blocks away?

I ain't got time for this, Cliff.

Special Agent in Charge Cliff Wheeler speaking.

Of course. He wants to talk to you.

We think we know who the buyer is.

-Mike. -Who? -It's Ron Barrett.

Oh, our former regional director. Are they serious?

Yes. Think about it, sir.

After you got him fired, he was disgruntled.

And he knew I was inputting all those secrets into the computer.

And Sergeant Crudo

was his driver for years, they were close.

-Barrett said they hadn't talked in months. -He was lying.

Crudo made a bunch of calls to a pay phone

two blocks from Barrett's house.

And he didn't have any six-figure job offers.

He made it up. He's radioactive since the scandal.

It's circumstantial, but it ain't nothing.

If we are going to arrest the former regional director

of a federal agency, we need a smoking gun.

-We need to haul him back in. -He's just gonna lawyer up.

What we need is something that puts him on that beach

next to the damn body.

We might have it.

What if those ashes weren't from that bonfire?

We need to get this to Woody.

Woody matched the ash he pulled from the crime scene

to Barrett's overpriced, fancy-ass Colombian cigar.

A cigar just rare enough to get his ass locked up for life.

Turns out, when he shot Crudo, he leaned over

to check the pulse and some cigar ash fell off

and landed right there next to him.

My name is Mary Jo Hayes.

It's not honey or doll or baby.

For years, you have treated me like a piece of meat

that was here for your entertainment.

You have no idea what that feels like.

But where you're going,

you about to find out, sugar.

Barrett was pissed he got fired,

and saw his chance for payback and a payday.

-And the computer? -We got it back

before he could off-load it.

Nothing pulled from it.

What about the guy that grabbed Randy?

Telling everything but the weather.

Gave up the two goons he did it with.

Live to die another day.

Oh.

I ain't quite sure why Dominguez changed her mind,

but good news, she ain't quitting.

Lala was quitting?

Never mind, Cliff.

Huh.

In that moment,

everything in the world felt right.

Everything felt... perfect.

But unfortunately,

perfect never lasts.

In Lala's letter to me...

...she told me how much I've hurt her.

She said I don't know what I want...

...and doubts I ever will.

She told me she trusts me with her life...

...but could never give me her heart.

You read my letter.

Do you still feel that way?

How could I not?

I was here the whole time, Gibbs,

feeling what I thought you were feeling, too,

and then you ran off and got married.

Yeah.

You broke my heart.

-I'm sorry. -You don't owe me an apology.

I just...

I deserve someone who won't let anyone

or anything get in the way.

And I know what I want now, Lala.

I want you.

I need to know I'm not just the next one.

No, you're not the next one.

You're the one.

Prove it.

Wait for me.

With everything that's happened, I just need some time.

Then I'll wait as long as it takes.

Without getting married again?

Well, that's kind of a big ask, but...

I can do that.

And whatever happens

or doesn't happen between us,

promise me that it will never get in the way of them.

It won't.

Gibbs, show us the thing.

Yeah, the breathing technique you taught Randy.

We want to see it,

but Junie won't let him do it again.

She's afraid he might die.

-Randy's whipped. -No, Gibbs, please don't do this.

I mean, it is a party trick,

and this looks like a party.

-Yeah!

I say again,

-going to sleep ain't a party trick.

-What happens if I tickle him? -No, guys, guys, stop.

Let him concentrate.

This-this takes a lot out of you.

We celebrated that night

because we saved Randy.

-We thought it was all over.

But this was the case that started it all.

Saving Randy came at a price.

-And what I didn't know then

is 34 years later,

I'd be paying mine.

Okay, Gibbs.

Don't go too far.

You hear me?

Don't go too far, Gibbs.

-* Don't you *

* Forget about me *

* Don't, don't, don't, don't *

-* Don't you... *

He said, "One down, one to go,"

so I knew someone close to me was in trouble.

-* Will you call my name? *

-* As you walk on by *

* Will you call my name? *

Just when I thought I was out...

* When you walk on by... *

...they pull me back in.

Time to get to work.

* Or will you walk away? *

* Will you walk on by? *

I came to Alaska to find peace...

...and to tell Lala's story.

But turns out, the story of her,

isn't hers alone.

It's ours.

And the final chapter is still being written.

* La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la. *

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