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Big news on Franks and Agent Swanson. Luna's been amassing a large fleet of

trucks. So them trucks, they weren't really your case until today, huh? She's

trying to resist my scent, but she can't. This is where Woodstock put

Manny. He shouldn't be contacting you. It's just a postcard.

You're just gonna go cold turkey on relationships then, huh?

I'm done.

I went to see Abe. He said he talked to you on the phone. He didn't want

nothing. Just tell me he was sorry he couldn't save the land.

Look at me.

I am free.

You work a job like this, you gotta find an escape sometimes we

would go to the movies that night the gals went to the new one everyone was

talking about the bodyguard us guys were in the mood for something a little more

hard-hitting so we checked out a special screening of reservoir dogs same movie

house as the women different screen different world

They were escaping to a place where even if there were bad guys with guns a big

romantic ending was possible We were escaping to a place where at least we

didn't have it as bad as the bloody end of mr. Orange But either way the escape

never lasted Sooner or later the pagers would go off Sooner or later

duty would call

This particular call came from a Marine who was worried about her two sons.

They were 14 and 16 years old.

Good boys, who never showed up to their soccer practice that night.

Mary Jo went to work the phones.

Randy and Vera headed to the mother's house.

The rest of us took off to follow a tip on where the boys were last seen.

We knew something was off as soon as we drove up.

The place was off the grid.

Someone was hiding something.

Someone had murdered our two missing boys.

A lot of thoughts go through your head when you see something like that.

Son of a bitch.

Mostly, you wonder how it's possible that ten minutes before, you were

sitting there eating popcorn.

She's going for the door.

Turn over and face the ground.

Put your hands on your head. I got him.

This ain't your business, mama.

He's one of Flaco's guys.

He's one of the Chicales.

You're working for Flaco?

You killed those kids?

Franks looked at these two boys.

He thought about all the laughs they must have had.

All the fights.

All the games of catch.

He saw himself and his brother.

All we wanted was a night to escape.

But for some things, there is no way out.

Antonio Tapia.

Boys, we're positively ID'd as our missing kids.

Sean and William Caldwell, 14 and 16 years old. Beer is notifying their

mother.

Shooters were all confirmed as Flaco's guys, but word is he's out of town.

Business in Medellin.

What about the guy Frank's hit?

The bullet, it went through and through.

It hit a couple important things along the way. He's in surgery.

So the guy in the box is our only line of communication.

We got a name?

Antonio Tapia.

He goes by T.

Them kids shouldn't have been in there.

It's a private property.

There was unarmed. There was children.

You could have just asked them to leave instead of shooting them up.

I didn't shoot them. Then who did? Andres.

One of the dudes y'all popped.

Pretty convenient, eh? The guy who did the murdering's dead.

Well, it ain't too convenient for him.

So we run ballistics. It'll say that the gun Andres used to shoot at us is the

same one that killed those kids.

Look, all I know is Sal said Andres killed the two kids before I got there.

Who's Sal?

The other dude y'all popped.

Convenient. What were y'all doing in that warehouse, huh?

Blocking with the wine business now.

I don't know why I was there. They told me to show up, I showed up. Who told

you? The two dudes y'all popped.

Oh, dang. Frank's about to go killer cowboy, and this guy's gonna stand up

and start yelling about, like, lassos and horse butts. Watch. Watch.

Excuse me. I need you two upstairs.

What the hell is Wheeler doing in there? He knows how Frank feels about getting

interrupted in there. It suppresses his dominance.

How many times I got to tell you, Cliff? You interrupt me in there, you're

suppressed by dominance. I'll step back. I don't care what you told me. I'm

giving you an order.

Now get your ass upstairs.

All of you. Now.

My apologies for the force with which I gathered some of you here.

But I've been informed that the restructure is officially underway.

What's that mean? What are you telling us? Admiral Kane will no longer serve as

director of NIS. Because of the sex complaints? Admiral Kane was getting

some in the Hansi scandal? No, JJ, he wasn't. But the scandal did involve

military personnel acting inappropriately, so in order to improve

optics, SecNav is appointing a civilian director.

Who are they bringing in? A gentleman from the Secret Service. His name is Tom

Morrow. Tom Morrow?

Like, tomorrow?

How is that his name? Kale, please.

Could have just put this in a memo instead of pulling me out of the box,

Cliff. Get me a yogurt. Mike, stop.

They're making wholesale changes.

The directive is that all of Pendleton's cases will be absorbed into the San

Diego office.

But because our case solve rate is so high, Director Morrow is sending all of

our staff and our agents to different field offices.

What? The hope is that we will spread our best practices across the agency.

They're splitting us up.

Um...

This is our last week in this office.

It's the last week as a team.

This week? This week?

I am so sorry.

I knew people were going to be shocked.

I mean, I'm standing in front of them, telling them the office is shutting

down. Of course they're going to be shocked, but the looks on their faces,

they were crushed.

And they're looking to me.

Do you see that out there?

They're looking to me to stop this.

And I owe it to them to try.

Well, that's great, Cliff, but I got a case to solve. And what'd you say? A

week to get it done before they start hauling out furniture?

You're not hearing me. I am. Folks is looking at you a certain way, and now

you feel like you want to access your balls.

Listen to me.

I'm going to fight this shutdown, and you are going to help me. No, you know I

don't do stuff like that. So you're just going to stand by and let him split up

your team? I ain't standing by. I'm solving a case. I got a lion to call. I

ain't two dead sons of a Marine.

Don't look at me like that, Cliff.

You know I don't waste my time with the bureaucratic BS. You know that about me.

Now is the time for the exceptions. No, that's why you're up here in the big

office. Mike, I need you. You intimidate people with your gravelly voice. And

that's why I'm downstairs in the dirt solving cases.

All right, forget it. Just get out of here. Whatever.

Hey, you don't gotta get nasty about it.

Strickland, I need you in my office.

Yes, sir. Be right there.

Hey, said I don't like it when you get nasty.

Mm-hmm.

My two victims, they was kids, they was brothers, Cliff.

And I will be damned if this case gets lost and they move to San Diego instead

of getting solved. Then go solve it. I said that three minutes ago.

Damn it, Franks. Why you gotta take up so much space all the time? Quit being

nasty, beer. I got a case to solve. Strickland, get in here. Sorry.

Sorry to interrupt. I just...

Are we going to find a way to save the office?

Or die trying?

Okay, we got Washington, D.C. We got Okinawa, Japan.

We got Guantanamo Bay.

Naples, Italy.

Blanco's wine's coming from Italy.

No, these are the other NIS offices that we can be transferred to.

Put your eyes back in your head, Broby. We got a case to solve, and you're

wasting your time on this BS.

It's affecting our lives, boss.

We got two dead sons of a Marine mama. That should be affecting y'all's lives.

You're right, boss.

Victims were brothers, Sean and William Caldwell, 14 and 16 years old. Their

buddies heard that there was wine in the warehouse.

They dared the Caldwells to break in and steal some. That's what the milk jugs

were for.

Thanks for helping me, boss.

So, the boys walk in. They're shot on sight for trespassing on Chicali's

territory. We tracked the stamps on the barrels to a small winery in Baja,

California. It's a super rare premium wine. Each barrel is worth upwards of

10K. Whoever stole it is making a killing off selling it. What do you

mean, whoever?

I thought this was Flaco. No, we don't know how the Chicalis are involved.

Paper trail says the owner of the warehouse is a guy named Benjamin

Hauser, but... It's all just a friend.

Yeah, Benjamin Hauser doesn't exist. Also, boss question.

You know how I've been putting all the evidence logs on the computer now? Yeah.

You think I could use that as leverage to request the Naples office?

Junior speaks Italian, so it'd probably be my top choice. Randall, don't make me

slap you upside the head like I done Gibbs. I don't want that becoming a

thing.

Copy.

Dominguez, the guy we interrogated. Tapia, yeah. Let's see if we can't get

him to give us a real name on the warehouse owner.

No way Tapia's gonna talk.

Mike, the guy pinned everything on his dead buddies.

You think he's just gonna suddenly give up the dude that's running the whole

thing? You got a better plan.

Manny Santiago.

Flaco's driver?

The guy that shot him?

He's in witness protection, isn't he? Manny knew Tapia for years in the

Chakalis. He's gotta have an inside tip that can help us break him.

I already called Agent Swanson to see if she can put us in contact.

Dr. Swanson, U.S. Marshal's handle with Sec.

There's no chance they're going to allow contact.

You never know. Agent Swanson's got grit.

Okay, thank you.

Swanson arranged for Manny to call in. Dang, gritty and quick as heck.

Did she mention anything about me on the phone just now? I should be the one to

talk to Manny.

You mean because Lala has a secret relationship with him that we never

discuss as a group?

Yeah, technically that makes her the one he's most likely to trust with inside

information, don't you think?

Manny?

Yeah, it's me.

I don't think we have much time. Did someone fill you in? Yeah.

The two boys that were murdered.

They were innocent.

Was everything you were afraid of with Fago?

I need to know how to break Tapia.

Tapia has a kid, a son, around the same age as your victims.

Tapia, he does a lot of dumb stuff, but he loves his kid more than anything.

Many.

Thank you.

What does

that

mean for you?

That I go where they send me, I guess.

That I have to start over.

this town they got me in. It's not so bad.

He give you anything?

Topia has a son.

We should use that to break him.

All right.

Let me go. Stay right there. Don't move.

Stay there and you don't move.

Chief.

The victims are brothers.

We probably got Franks thinking about his own.

We shouldn't leave them in there long.

How's Manny?

He wants me to move where he is.

He thinks you're gonna quit NIS?

With the shutdown?

The thought of having to start over in a new office, having to prove myself all

over again to a bunch of... Where Manny is, the sheriff is retiring.

Change could do me good.

Stay where I put you, you hear me?

Hey, stay there!

Look at him!

Look at him!

That's enough. They were just kids.

Mike gets just like your boy. I'm not Mike!

The animal.

We love you.

In a moment, it's gonna be empty the rest of your damn life. All right!

We picked up the wine in Baja.

We drove it to the warehouse. That's it. They stole it. We didn't know it was

stolen.

Who shot them kids?

Who killed them kids?

It's the owner.

The warehouse owner.

Shot him for breaking in.

He told us to clean up the mess.

Then he left.

Who is he?

Who is he?

He goes by Hauser.

But that ain't his real name.

I seen his face on the news before. He has something to do with that movie

theater getting bombed.

You talking about Abe Pruitt?

Pruitt, that's right.

This whole thing is his operation.

He's the one that shot those kids.

my time in prison, but a higher power set me free to lead my people to a life

of peace where we abide by our own rule of law. My people, if you're out there

listening, come to the sanctuary.

Meet me at the sanctuary.

What's all that?

It's a recording of Abe Pruitt on a local radio show. It's from last week.

So he blows up his lawyer to get a mistrial, gets released, goes on a radio

show, kills two kids in his warehouse full of stolen wine.

Impressive summary, boss.

After the radio show, he went off the grid. Bolo's out, and I contacted FBI

Swanson to see if she had any leads on his whereabouts. She sent over this tape

and said she'll circle back later. Circle back as in call or stop by in

person? Mike, you want to talk case stuff, or you want to put on our PJs and

dish about your crush on Agent Swanson?

What do we know about the wine place?

Abe does own the warehouse, but the surrounding land is unincorporated, same

as his original compound.

Original compound was legally seized by Wilson and Barnes.

Could be he's trying to start a new one near his warehouse.

New compound?

Abe is making a huge amount from the stolen wine business.

He said on the radio show that he wants his followers to meet at the sanctuary.

We think he might have used some of that money to buy a church in the area for

his headquarters.

Church makes sense for a guy who thinks he's God. I'll tell him. Thanks.

That was forensics. Phil will have something for us in a time frame that's

not too short, but not too long.

The hell's that supposed to mean?

Take the mangas with you. Probably and I'll start looking into churches.

Hey, boss.

Boss.

Hello, you've reached Silver State Ranch.

Leave a message.

Yeah, um... This message is for Mason Franks. Have him call his brother, will

you? As soon as possible. Thanks.

Hey, boss.

What are you so close to me for?

Where is he? Still in Nevada?

Yeah. Abe called him from prison. Could be he said something about the

sanctuary.

Boss, look, um... I want to talk to you about... The office is shutting down.

Lala's gonna quit NIS.

This thing is out of our hands.

Besides, Wheeler's got Vera on him.

Okay, so you've all been asked here today to be part of a brain trust.

Sharpest minds in this office coming together to prevent its closure. I'm

going to go work the phones, try to get a meeting with the new director, and I'm

counting on all of you to arm me with material.

Godspeed.

What are we meeting in the rec room for?

Carl and JJ signed out the conference room in case anyone wanted to vent about

the office closing.

They're both up there right now.

I told them they have to keep it down.

Don't basement. It's a private meeting. I invited him. What for?

He's extremely intelligent.

People are usually just too annoyed with him to notice.

You two going together?

All right, guys, come on, come on. The world as we know it is getting ripped

out from under us, all right? How are we going to stop it? We should probably get

some snacks up in here to feed our brains.

Oh, honey, I'm not sure we got what it takes to stop anything.

It's okay, just don't worry. Brain trust isn't complete yet.

I called in reinforcements.

Reinforcements?

The brain reinforcements have arrived.

Phil's not ready for us yet.

I tried to go in when I got here, but he said he needed 18 more minutes.

You see that SUV driving off? I think I saw it outside an IS this morning.

Really? Hey, you want some?

Hey, I asked around the agency.

Looks like I'm the only one logging evidence to the computer, so I might

have even more sway than I thought.

Maybe I could get us assigned to Naples together.

It's been 18 minutes.

I was shocked when I heard that your office was closing, but to be honest,

it... doesn't impact us much here since we get business from the whole region.

Except you're sad you won't get to see us anymore, right?

I'm not a sentimental person, Randolph, but that doesn't mean I don't have

feelings. Aw.

We're gonna miss you too, Phil.

No, I'm talking about the feelings I have regarding Woody being chosen as the

delegate for Vera's brain trust.

He declares himself the smartest in the lab and no one thinks to argue it? No

one? Forget it.

Randolph, kill the lights.

Oh, you want me to... I want you to turn off the lights, man! Yes.

I've prepared a presentation.

This is your crime scene.

Spilled wine, spilled blood.

Oh, how'd that get in there? Pay no attention to that. That's just me being

awarded the Medal of Honor for gallantry and action.

Civil war reenactment, huh?

Battle intellect is something Woody could never even fathom. But I digress.

Here we go. Now, this particular wine barrel is different than the rest.

Other barrels that were struck with bullets spilled out all over the place.

This one only leaked a little, huh? That's right.

But why?

I've built a model to demonstrate my theory. Lights.

Your turn.

Lights!

Now, step on over and imagine, if you will, that this is the barrel in

question. This is a bullet hole.

Why isn't it leaking?

Because it's empty. Wrong.

It's not empty.

It's proving the possibility that as the wine was pouring out of the bullet

holes, something inside the barrel got suctioned to the side, blocking any more

wine from leaking out. Is that your gallantry in action medal in a Ziploc?

Yeah, it's just an example. I don't know what they're actually smuggling.

Nothing.

You said one of these had something in it.

Yeah.

It's that one.

Yeah.

It's like weapons.

They just gotta assemble them.

Bruins are ominous people, but how are they getting the weapons out of here?

I'm gonna take a look at the truck that's parked out front.

Ain't smuggling all these barrels.

Let's go find the next one

Mama?

Yeah, how was that? That SUV was here.

The one that was at forensics?

It's following me.

Hey, boss.

What's looking for you?

Grabbed a shower to get the wine stink off me. Still no leads on where Pruitt

is. They don't know how many weapons he has, what he plans on doing with them.

Nothing at the area churches.

Sanctuary.

Could be any place you make it.

We can't let Lala leave.

We don't know who's following her.

It could be Flacco's guys, could be Pruitt's. There's no way we're going to

run all this down before the office closes.

She's going to leave town, and she's not going to be safe.

That's about the longest line of words I ever heard you string together.

We got to stop them from shutting down the office. What do you want me to do

about it, huh? I want you to act like my friends. I got two dead boys in there.

And I'm not talking about those two. You think it ain't killing me that they're

busting up my... My team? My team!

You think that ain't killing me?

There's nothing I can do about it. That's a choice.

Sitting here like an ass, staring at your boots.

Yeah, okay.

You walked in here and guilt me.

Why you doing that?

Truth is, Dominguez can protect herself. No matter where she goes, you and I both

know that. You didn't walk in here for the team. You walked in here because of

what you feel for her.

But them feelings, they mess with your head.

Compromise their gut.

And that's a problem.

Even if we only got one week left.

Mike, we got something.

My caramba, what happened to your locker?

What do you got?

The truck that was broken down at the warehouse?

It looked familiar. We shared the plates with FBI Swanson.

Damn. It was in her database.

Remember the fleet of trucks she was tracking last time she was here? Of

course I remember. She wouldn't shut up about it. Yeah, Chicales are using them

to transport the wine. To the warehouse, yeah.

Swanson's sure of it. She's in the middle of briefing us on the fleet.

That's right, boss. She's waiting upstairs, so you probably want to comb

your mustache.

Based on my interviews with Manny Santiago before he went into WITSEC,

along with FBI surveillance, I confirmed that Flacco took over Rico Luna's fleet

of trucks after Luna was killed.

Is your hair wet? I grabbed a shower to get the wine stink off me.

Okay. Why?

I just, no, I can't picture you showering.

But you are now.

Okay, wow.

Now we're all picturing you showering, boss.

Anyway, Agent Swanson was saying that these trucks seem to be a no-questions

-asked transport business. Right, Agent Swanson? That's right. Yes.

Everything appears above board on the surface. They transport electronics and

industrial parts. I didn't know about the wine, and I could never find proof

of smuggling. Show her the weapons, Randall. He did.

The Chicalis would deliver the barrels, and when they'd come back for the next

delivery, the warehouse would be empty again. Pruitt's moving in the weapons

slow and steady. Yeah, but we still have no idea how many he's got or where he's

stashing them. Have you talked to your brother?

Maybe he's heard something about this sanctuary location.

I'm waiting on a call back from him.

Are you... you're leaving?

Yeah, I'm gonna see what else I can dig up on Pruitt's whereabouts back at

headquarters. We're a bit more advanced than a cork board.

I actually really love the corkboard, boss.

You think I could take it home as a memento for when the office closes?

There's got to be another way to track down Pruitt. What about his ex-wife?

I tried.

She hasn't heard from him.

Wait, wait, hold on. What are we doing banging our heads against the wall? We

have a whole freaking brain trust hanging out in the rec room right now.

Here's your problem.

We... Thank you, I appreciate it. But nothing about me. Let's talk about you

for a second, right?

Thank you, baby. I've been power walking. You can tell.

Hey!

We got a new directive. All right, we're going to set aside the office shutdown

for a bit to help Team Franks figure out where a Pruitt is.

Yes, diversifying.

Sweet. Are they at least going to take us through what they know so far?

Nope. Everything we need is right in here. So you're making sure Franks isn't

coming in, messing with our flow.

Affirmative. We will tell him our findings when we're done.

Somehow, even more beautiful.

We got the son of a bitch.

After reviewing all the info, we got a theory on Pruitt's location, and we're

pretty dang confident we're right about it. And you're going to want to know the

details of how we got it. No, Vera.

That's why you only belong in here as a visitor, Michael. Just tell me where

he's at.

Abe Pruitt is not making a new compound.

The sanctuary is his old one. He's going to try to take back the land he was

kicked off of. He can't. Wilson Barnes took it over. They didn't start

construction yet, Mike, because of all the money they flushed down the toilet

on legal fees.

And the compound is sitting there vacant, so I'd get my ass over there

pretty quick if I was you.

Best Warren for Abe Pruitt. Open the damn gate and we're busting it down.

Listen, man, that's a bad idea.

Tell Mr. Pruitt to get on the radio.

Channel 2.

Gibbs, grab your rifle. Take the minions with you on the radio. See if you can

find yourself a better angle.

Got him. I'm telling you for the sake of everyone's safety, you all need to turn

around and go home.

Hey, Mike Franks. You want to protect the people, you lay down your weapons.

Walk on out.

Hey, Mike.

Listen. No one needs to get hurt over this.

Unless you make it that way.

You got eyes inside the gates.

Two men with AK-47s.

50 meters from your position.

Heading inside the building on the northeast side.

Everyone else must be inside the structures.

Copy. Franks wants you guys to stay put until you hear from us. Out.

They got a movie theater?

What?

You gonna go be sheriff in the town they got him in?

Maybe you have a hard day getting a cat out of a tree or something.

Maybe you need an escape.

Same as here.

They got a movie theater?

That's the question you're gonna ask me?

What do you want me to ask?

You know what?

Just shut your mouth and go live your dream life. Go become a job and get a

house with a basement and build your stupid boats alone for the rest of your

life. You guys see anything?

Negative. Everyone's still inside.

Mr. Pruitt, how many people do you have in there with you? This isn't a

conversation. You need to leave or people are going to get hurt. Look,

we've got two dead kids and a witness that'll testify you shot them. We've got

smuggled weapons and now obstruction.

Lay your weapons down. It's over.

No, it's not, Mike.

It's not over.

We got some folks here who took up arms, but we got some others that don't want

to. They're infighting.

You saying you got hostages?

It's better for them if you leave.

Abe.

Abe.

Tell him.

Tell your brother.

Please.

I came back. I didn't know it was going to be like this.

Tell him.

He's saying if y'all don't leave, he's going to have to speak your language.

Mikey, you've got to stand down or he's going to hurt someone.

Pruitt is threatening to speak our language.

He has an unknown number of hostages inside.

One of them is Frank's brother.

What Mason now he's in Nevada.

No prude convinced him to come back.

He's being held inside at gunpoint Frank's wants to go in We're trying to

talk him out of it, but found a weak spot in the gate on the west side put

him on copy standby Skips and Lala What

boss you can't go in there yet?

We don't know their position their numbers.

I ain't saying nothing about were you Where you're going in alone?

affirmative

Boss, you are too close. You said it to me yesterday. It'll mess with your head.

It ain't the same thing.

He's my brother.

I lost him once.

We found our way back to one another. I ain't gonna lose him again.

So we gather intel, make a plan... Boss!

What are you doing? We have to hold our position.

We can't help him from here. I don't have a shot.

What's he mean it's not the same thing?

Same as what? What's he talking about?

You coming or not?

Randall!

Listen to me. We need to keep negotiating until we have more

information. You think he's bluffing? The man thinks he's God. He killed two

kids in cold blood. Boss, let's just take it down a bit.

The longer we wait, the more time he's got to pull the trigger.

He says he's gonna speak our language. He damn well means it.

Mike.

I can't let you walk in there alone.

Sure you can.

Bust it down.

Hold me!

Clear it! Hold your fire! We have hostages inside!

Clear these windows!

Popping smoke screens!

Freeze!

They got gas masks!

Stop!

Radio! Drop it!

Move!

Move!

They're headed for the garage!

They're gonna try and drive off!

You see Mason?

Negative!

Mikey go home Mike.

Do you love your brother then go home?

I Told you

I'll get Pruitt back to you once I'm done questioning him. He's already in my

car. I'll take him first and give him to you. Look, Pruitt murdered a pair of

kids I haven't forgotten.

I'm going to have my way with him for all the other atrocities, and he's all

yours.

By the way, you're welcome for busting down that gate.

Better be careful or people might start thinking we make a good team.

Mr.

Pruitt, step out, please. I need to get you loaded into my van.

Let's go.

I believed him.

He said there was a way to get our land back peacefully.

And I just wanted to be a part of something.

I mean, you spent so many years fighting alone.

He ain't alone no more.

You hear me?

You're gonna get that through that thick head of yours.

Listen, little brother, you best watch your tone.

Excuse me, sir.

You wanted an update?

He's stable. Smoke inhalation like the rest of you, but we're gonna get him

checked at the hospital.

The impact of the bullet made me broke a rib.

Thank God for that vest.

Thank God for the vest.

I was right when I said feelings mess with your head.

Mess with my head, too.

What you done for my brother?

Sorry I couldn't keep the team together.

Sir, we have very high hopes for the strategy we're presenting today to keep

the office open.

It comes after many long hours and very little sleep. Just get to it, will you?

Sorry. Sorry.

I've made about 500 calls to secure just 15 minutes with Director Morrow, and I

have no idea when he is calling. So please, please tell me that you have

something real for me to pitch him. Yeah, Dr. Friedman.

Oh, that's me. Dr.

Friedman. Pitching. Okay.

Hansy scandal.

Yes, that was awful.

So now what we have to do is stop the public.

from thinking that NIS and the military are corrupt.

The worst thing an agency can do is take an office off a military base.

By keeping the office on base, we're showing the public that we're committed

to policing our own.

That's it?

No, we have a second part.

Okay. Buckle up, sir. You're gonna love this. I promise.

Targeted rebranding. That's right. We sell the idea that we are hard on crime.

Hard on crime, indeed.

And to achieve this messaging, we add a strategic word to the name. Dalton

Basement, would you mind? I would not.

Thank you.

N-C-I-S.

Naval Criminal Investigative Service.

Yeah!

N-C-I-S.

There's a C in it now. I know. Don't you feel it?

The smartest brains in the office, and you're telling me to pitch him the

letter C. Well, sir, it's easier than shutting the whole place down and

reassigning people. We're banking on the fact that bureaucracy is, by definition,

lazy as hell.

Sir, I have Director Tom Morrow for you. Oh, God.

Director Morrow.

Cliff Wheeler went to war that day.

He pitched that C.

like his life depended on it. What do you think?

E-C-I-S! That's what I'm talking about, baby!

Director Morrow bought the pitch.

He ran it up the chain, and the very next day, we found out the Pendleton

office wasn't going anywhere.

Mary Jo, can I get one more hat? I'm swinging by autopsy and forensics.

I love all Italians in their boot-shaped country, but I'm so glad... I'm glad I

get to stay in the nut house.

Hey, Gibbs.

Did the doctor release you? What's the word? A fractured rib.

I'll be good as new. Beautiful.

Hey, go grab yourself a hat and jacket.

Thanks, man.

Gibbs! Gibbs!

Where's Lala?

She wrote everyone a note.

But I ain't had the heart to give them out yet.

She decided to stick with her plan to take off.

I think working with you is hard on her.

Feelings, you know.

The movies we were at a couple of nights before, I found out later that neither

of them had a happy ending.

I guess they tried to make him more like real life.

One minute you're laughing, the next minute, who knows?

Turns out, that SUV wasn't following Lala.

It was tailing Randy because of some of that stuff he was typing into the

computer.

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

In that moment, all I knew was that another case was coming in, like always.

Duty was calling I was gonna go to the crime scene and get on with my life like

she was never there

I

Was gonna walk out the door like the story of her never happened

But I couldn't do it

Are you there?

Lala! Lala, it's me!

Nice jacket.

I tried to leave, but... I couldn't.

You asked me if there was a damn movie theater.

I wanted you to ask me to stay Will you

stay?

She did stay

We got our happy ending I only wish

it could have lasted forever