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What an idiot. Honk at him.

Why?

For being a rude, reckless-driving, little punk.

I'm going 22 miles an hour, all right?

I'd pass us up, too.

So that's it?

Just gonna condone that kind of behavior?

Well, it's smarter than starting

a road rage incident with a payload full of explosives.

Besides, do you really think honking's gonna hurt

- his feelings? - Look out!

Oh!

You good?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Call the Staties.

Tell them to shut down Lewis Road.

Now!

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And here we have Special Agent Nicholas Torres

doing paperwork in his natural habitat.

Now, this is a very rare occurrence

for the Torres species.

- Keep working, man. - Just keep working.

Pretend like I’m not even here.

But that's the thing.

You are here.

You couldn't be more here.

Come on, man, you said you would help me

beta-test this body camera.

I never said that thing. Get that thing out of my face.

Oh, hey, you know what, telephoto lens?

Check. Good work, Nick.

What about its durability?

Careful. This is a prototype.

How cool is this?

If this bad boy passes muster,

every agent in the building will be wearing one of these soon.

Gibbs really let you be a guinea pig for that thing?

Well, uh...

Mm, you didn't ask him, did you?

- Not yet. - Hmm.

Haven't seen him since Emily Fornell's funeral.

Figured I'd run it by him when he comes back.

Back from where?

Uh, boss, I-I thought Vance told you to take a few days off.

He did. Gear up.

Got a Navy convoy accident in Falls Church.

How bad?

No deaths, no injuries.

Since when do we answer fender benders?

Since we have a live Navy missile

in the middle of the road in Falls Church.

Well, that works for me.

Uh, hey, you guys?

Gibbs really shouldn't be here.

He should've listened to Vance. He needs time to grieve.

I couldn't agree with you more, but...

which one of you are gonna tell him?

Hey! Come on.

Bomb unit traveling with the convoy responded quickly.

Missile is defused, road should be opened any time now.

Just a little mishap.

No harm, no foul.

Must be a slow news day.

"Little mishap"?

One of your missiles is on the road.

Was on the road, Agent Bishop.

And, as I said,

our unit followed protocol perfectly.

- All right... - So when I have...

News crew's gone, Commander.

Want to tell me what really happened?

Those two idiots happened.

So let me get this straight, you're saying

a dog ran out in front of your truck,

you swerved, and now there's a missile on the side of the road?

Yes, sir. It fell out.

- Yeah, we got that part. - How did it fall out?

I think we may have secured the payload improperly, sir.

You think?

Tell me about the dog.

Well, what about it?

Did you hit the dog?

No clue.

I mean, in a vehicle this size,

we could clip a rhino and not know it.

All this over a stray dog.

I should've just plowed right over it.

You should've what?

Nothing. Sir.

What's wrong with you, man?

You got anything, McGee?

Well, no sign of the dog, but

there's an opening in the fence here.

Found some paw prints, too.

Tracks disappear into the woods.

Well, if he came out of the woods,

maybe he turned around, ran back in?

I don't think so.

I got blood.

Hey there, sweetie.

Hey.

You're okay.

Is he hurt?

Yeah, she is.

They ran over her?

No.

She's been shot.

What the hell?

Tell Torres to bring the car around.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, girl, okay.

Okay, I got you.

I got you, easy.

Agent Gibbs?

Poor girl lost a lot of blood.

If you would've brought her in any later,

she wouldn't have made it.

She's gonna be okay?

Ah, for now.

I performed a pericardiocentesis

to drain the fluid from the sac around her heart.

The next few hours will be crucial for her.

- You extract the bullet? - Yes.

Do you want to try to compare it to the other two?

"The other two"?

This is the third dog

with a gunshot wound I've seen today.

Where are the other two dogs?

All three dogs were shot.

And all three had clearly been abused.

Any tag on the other two?

Unfortunately not.

No collars, and neither were microchipped.

Where were they found?

Um, some Boy Scouts on a hike found them

a few miles north of here.

In the woods near Lewis Road?

Actually, yes.

I pray to God someone pays for this.

Ooh, I have a feeling someone will.

Okay, yeah, we'll keep our fingers crossed.

Thanks, Doc.

How's our girl?

A fighter.

Vet says she's stable

but wants to monitor her until the swelling goes down.

Mm.

What kind of person shoots a dog?

- Dogs. - Plural.

Don't forget about the other two that didn't make it.

Yeah, the vet's transferring us

custody of their remains so Jimmy

can perform necropsies in the morning.

Gibbs isn't waiting until morning.

What's he doing?

He's staking out that hole in the fence

where all three dogs were found.

What, does he think the killer's gonna coming back?

That's a real long shot.

It's the only shot we got.

Well, how long is he planning on sitting there?

Well, judging by his face when he left the vet...

I'd say as long as it takes.

Anything?

Lot of raccoons.

Why don't you let me take over, boss?

Mm-mm.

No, no, no. Not yet.

Well, you can get a few hours sleep.

I'm good.

Boss, you've been out here all night.

Job's not done, McGee.

Go on.

Thanks.

What?

I just want you to know...

you know, if there's anything or... or anyone...

you want to talk about, I'm here.

Okay.

Think I got something.

Hey, Kase, you're up early.

Actually, we're up early.

Good morning, Gibbs.

My neighbor had the bright idea

of starting a Metallica tribute band.

So, uh, sleep hasn't really been an option

for me lately. I mean, I'm all for people

expanding their horizons, but...

It's too early, Palmer! What do you got?

Uh, two bullets.

One from each deceased dog.

Both of the bullets were a match to the bullet the vet gave us.

Which means all three dogs

were shot with the same gun... A nine-millimeter.

Now let's talk mosquitoes. Do you have time?

- Nothing but. - Great,

I'm gonna tell you the long version.

- No. - I'm gonna tell you the short version.

Uh, each of the dogs had multiple mosquito bites.

Uh, but we're not close to mosquito season,

so they must have lived near a pond or a lake.

And when we scanned a satellite map of the area,

there was only one pond within a two-mile radius

of where the dogs were found. I'll text you the coordinates.

Don't bother.

Hey, bud.

Private property.

Hello.

NCIS.

This, uh, this place all belong to you?

Last I checked.

You have a dog?

Got me a whole pack.

Milo, Ralphie, Benji,

Ruby, Miguel.

You got five dogs?

Still cheaper than one man.

Hell of a lot less trouble.

This, uh, this belong to them?

No way.

My guys only eat steak and peanut butter.

Well, how-how'd this get down here?

Don't know.

But I'd ask him.

Who is "him"?

Fella named Luke.

He comes down here at night to do some fishing.

I got sick of shooing him and his dogs away.

So I had me a fence built.

Keep 'em out for good.

Not that it's working.

Bastard cut it.

You stock this pond?

Do I look like I fish?

No answer.

No answer on his cell either.

You think Kasie got the address wrong?

'Cause Gibbs' truck is nowhere around here.

You guys keep knocking. I'll take a look around.

Yes, dear.

I bet that's one of his damn fishing lines.

Is that a kennel?

Oh, my good Lord.

Your neighbor wasn't fishing with his dogs.

He was drowning 'em!

That him?

Yeah, that's him.

Gibbs!

Nick, McGee!

Who the hell are you?

Gibbs!

Hey.

Get off!

- Gibbs. Gibbs. - Come on.

- Not like this. Gibbs. - Get off me!

I need an ambulance.

Let go!

Where's Gibbs?

Upstairs with Vance.

He's been up there for over an hour.

How'd it go in the hospital?

I got an update on the victim.

Uh, don't you mean suspect?

Yeah.

Suspect has multiple head contusions,

concussion, and broken nose.

Doctors are keeping him for observation.

Did you, uh, talk to him?

No. I want to figure out more about this guy first.

Luke Stana, 31.

Works for a pool cleaning company, no criminal record.

He a dog owner?

Well, according to his social media posts, yes, but...

a poodle, no pit bulls.

How about guns?

He has a nine-millimeter registered to him.

Same type of weapon Kasie said was used

to shoot all three dogs.

Trying to get a search warrant now.

Also, the kennel from the pond is the same make and model

Luke was carrying when Gibbs confronted him.

The neighbor said that Luke always came around the pond

at night.

Circumstantial. We're gonna need that nine-millimeter.

Then go get it.

All right, warrant came through.

Boss, you coming?

No, not this time.

Tell the truth.

Tell the truth to who, Gibbs?

Special Agent Gibbs.

Inspector General Coyle.

We don't have to do this here.

No... here's fine.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs,

you are under arrest for aggravated assault.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney. If you choose to answer questions

I'm sorry again to interrupt

your vacation, Dr. Grace, but with Agent Sloane's

sudden departure, we're a bit shorthanded here.

Like I said, Director, no need for an apology.

Anything for Gibbs. How is he?

Locked up.

Um, hope I'm not overstepping, but can't you just tell the IG

it's a mistake? It is a mistake, right?

I see.

So the psych eval I asked for on the suspect,

Luke Stana, uh, what'd you find?

Unfortunately, not what I expected.

He doesn't fit the profile of a dog killer.

People who take pleasure in torturing animals

usually have psychological disorders, criminal records,

or a history of abuse themselves.

This guy Stana has none of those.

So what are you saying,

Agent Gibbs beat up an innocent man...

allegedly?

No. I wouldn't bet against Gibbs's gut,

but if Stana was killing dogs, he was doing it for a reason

other than perverted thrill.

Any theories?

Just one.

I found out that Stana is a member of Gamblers Anonymous,

but he needs to hit a few more meetings,

because he's been betting on the ponies.

Hmm. How about dogs?

My thought exactly.

But the three that were shot,

they were part pit bull, so I'm guessing

that we're not talking about dog racing.

No. Dog fighting.

When your team executes the search of his house,

tell them to keep their eyes peeled for steroids.

Steroids. Why?

Because there's nothing a gambling addict

won't do to win.

Hi, Luke.

Well, you've got to be kidding me.

NCIS.

You come to finish the job for your boss?

We got to ask you a few questions.

At this point, shouldn't I be the one asking the questions?

Like, why did your boss attack me for no reason?

Tough talk coming from the guy that shoots and drowns dogs.

I'm no animal killer.

Have you seen my Instagram?

It's basically dedicated to my poodle.

We have an eyewitness placing you at your neighbor's pond.

Physical evidence linking you to the drownings.

You have a senile old lady whose sight is worse than her memory.

And owning a dog crate is hardly damning evidence.

Maybe not, but

we also found drugs in your trailer.

Dianabol. Prednisone.

Both steroids used in dog fighting.

Dog fighting?

No, those pills are for me.

I've been trying to get back in shape.

Hmm.

What kind of sick bastard

would give that crap to their dog?

The kind who's desperate to win.

You know, there's a lot of money in dog fighting, but...

you already knew that.

We found $8,200

under your mattress.

You got to clean a lot of pools

to collect that kind of money.

Or you got to win a lot of dogfights. Right?

It's a pretty good business model.

You know, the winners are profitable and the losers

- are just disposable. - Yeah. That's why you killed them.

No, I won that money in a poker game.

I don't know anything about this dog fighting.

I didn't drown or shoot any dogs.

Okay. So you wouldn't mind

if we ran ballistics on your nine-millimeter?

What nine-millimeter?

The one registered to you.

Why didn't we find it at your place?

Because that gun was stolen from me over a year ago.

Hmm.

You sure you didn't just get rid of it?

Like,

dump it in a pond, maybe?

Or stash it where you're hiding the other pit bulls?

Okay, I'm done talking to you.

Well, that's-that's a shame because we still have

a lot more to discuss.

Not today, Agent Bishop.

Right now the only talking you two are gonna be doing is with me.

You talk to Coyle?

Not yet. About to.

What do you think he's gonna ask us?

He's gonna ask us what we saw.

And what did we see?

Gibbs told us to tell the truth.

If we tell the truth, his career is over.

Yeah, but if we lie, we're lying,

and our careers may be over.

Okay, who's first?

I am.

That's my chair.

Right.

Sorry about that.

State your name for the record.

NCIS Special Agent Eleanor Bishop.

I have to advise you of your right

to have an attorney present.

Would you like to take advantage of that right?

No.

Would you like any water?

Coffee?

Look, let's just... let's get this over with, okay?

All right, then.

Let's begin.

Here you go.

Gibbs.

Leon.

So, how's your day going?

I've had better.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Well, Coyle does.

He's already interviewed your team.

Hmm. What'd they tell him?

They told him that they saw you approach the suspect,

identify yourself.

The suspect fled on foot...

then he tripped and fell.

- They said that? - Yep.

All three of them?

Yep.

Why?

Do you remember it differently?

Slightly.

What you say is up to you, Gibbs.

I just thought that you should know that it's not

just your ass that's on the line anymore.

It's your team's, too.

Sorry to interrupt, Director, but I need the room.

It's all yours, Inspector.

Okay, Agent Gibbs.

Time to talk.

Not exactly The Ritz, is it?

I wouldn't know.

Can I have someone get you a cup of coffee?

I'm good.

18 years I've known you, I've never seen you

without a coffee, and suddenly you're good?

You know, I'm not the enemy here.

I'm just trying to do my job.

Then do it.

Okay. Let's cut the crap.

I always knew you'd be sitting across from me one day

because I know exactly the kind of agent you are.

What kind is that?

The kind who breaks the rules to get what you want.

And apparently the apples don't fall far from the tree

because your entire team lied,

which is a felony, as you know.

Fed me some ridiculous story about Luke Stana

falling down like some big klutz.

Yet his doctors say his injuries are consistent with an assault.

Multiple blows to the head, a broken nose

and a bruised trachea.

So what happened?

Did Mr. Stana trip

or did you beat him to a pulp?

Don't say another word.

Inspector,

you're not questioning my client

without his attorney present, are you?

I'm sorry, who are you?

July Wunderman. I represent Special Agent Gibbs,

who, I shouldn't need to remind you,

has a shining agency

service record dating back decades.

Sorry, Leroy, I rushed over as soon

as I heard you were detained.

Until I confer with my client,

he has nothing more to say.

Inspector.

Director.

Back so soon?

I forgot my pen.

I see.

Well, you have six hours to find it.

Who are you?

Your attorney.

Since when?

Since he hired me.

Leon.

You needed an attorney, she was hanging out

in the waiting room looking for business.

Unhire her.

Thank you, Ms. Wunderman.

Your services are no longer required.

Thank you. If you change your mind,

- you know where to find me. - Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

Desperate times call for desperate measures,

so I threw a Hail Mary.

I think what you did was punt.

Okay.

Thanks, Director.

Gibbs wants to see you.

Of course he does. He knows I lied.

We all lied.

Yeah, well, I lied first.

Didn't give you guys much of a choice.

Mm, there's always a choice.

This is just one I never thought I would make.

You know, I planned to tell the truth, I did.

I just couldn't do it. I couldn't let a-a dog killer

end Gibbs' career.

Okay, McGee, it doesn't, doesn't matter who this guy is.

What we did is not okay.

And we both know that Gibbs isn't gonna lie to the IG,

which is exactly why he said to tell the truth.

Well, he also told us to take down that dog killer.

So we can at least bat .500 here.

Well, easier said than done.

Our only link to Luke and the pit bulls just recanted.

The old lady? Why?

She says she doesn't want to get involved.

Well, did you try to convince her that she needs to be involved?

Yes, Ellie, but she's scared.

Look, the lady lives by herself,

she has five dogs, and she just found out

her neighbor is a dog killer.

Well, we can't really prove that now that you let her recant.

I didn't "let her" do anything.

Guys, come on.

Sorry. I just... Mm, I'm a little...

Yeah. Me, too.

You think Gibbs is gonna be okay?

I don't know.

Sloane left, Emily Fornell OD'd.

He really should have taken time off like the director said.

Well, he doesn't have a choice now.

News from the hospital.

They're about to release Luke.

So our guy is about to disappear.

And we can't arrest him because, without our witness,

we don't have enough to tie him to dog fighting.

Well, no. Buying steroids on the dark web is a felony.

Which would buy us enough time to connect him to the dead dogs.

I'll see if Kasie can find anything.

And I'll go talk to Gibbs.

Huh. That should be fun.

Yeah, good luck with that.

We're getting kind of desperate, Kase. Tell me you got something.

Besides lunch.

Actually, I am working on something.

What do you know about hair loss?

Nothing.

Obviously.

I'm talking dog hair, Nick.

All three pit bulls had bald patches.

Well, we think Luke was feeding the dogs steroids

before their fights.

Steroids are known for, uh, hair loss.

Yes, which is why I expected to find steroids in their systems,

but all three tested negative.

So what is making them lose their hair?

I'm not sure yet.

I'm thinking it's some sort of chemical applied topically,

but in order to know for sure, I needed this.

Kase, we're crunched with time.

Do you mind taking your lunch some other time?

Oh, the salmon's not for me. It's for Lucy.

Who's Lucy?

I had the vet bring her over.

And you named her Lucy?

Oh, she kind of named herself.

I mean, look at that face.

Obviously a Lucy.

How you doing, Lucy?

On the mend. And hungry.

Hello.

Right. Here we go.

Oh, yeah. I needed a distraction

while I pluck some hairs for the test.

Wait, so dogs like salmon?

Oh, Nick, dogs love salmon.

Gosh, what a sweet girl.

Who could possibly want to hurt you?

What were you thinking?

Good to see you, too.

You told the IG that he slipped and fell?

Yes.

Did you actually think he was gonna believe that, McGee?

No.

Then why'd you say it?

Why'd you even say it, Tim?

Because I felt trapped, okay?

Because my only other option was...

It's my problem, it's not your problem.

I give you an order, I expect you to follow it.

I understand that, but I can't just throw you under the bus.

Your job is not to protect me.

And it's not my job to bury you, either.

You want to know what I was thinking, boss?

What were you thinking?

I wasn't.

I thought about those dogs.

That's it. I reacted.

Well, I just thought about you, and I reacted.

Okay? So I guess we both messed up.

But I am not gonna let you throw everything away

over one mistake.

What mistake?

The one that landed you in here and Stana in the hospital.

Are you kidding? You-you said that you weren't thinking.

I wasn't.

But I wouldn't change a thing

if I was to do it all over again, Tim.

That son of a bitch was torturing those dogs for fun.

And he did what he did.

I did what I did.

We should both pay.

Well, I'm worried that you're gonna be the only one paying.

We don't have enough hard evidence

tying Stana to the dogs.

I mean, we're gonna lean on him again, but...

No. But nothing.

Tim...

Look, I put you in a tough spot,

but if there's anybody who can do this, it's you.

Get him.

Ah. Feels good to finally be free.

Ah. Don't get used to it.

Had a feeling you'd be back.

Hands behind your back.

You've got to be kidding me.

Congratulations.

The lawsuit I'm gonna file against the Navy

just got that much bigger.

Agent Bishop. A word, please?

Oh, Inspector Coyle, thank God.

You know, this agent is harassing me

for doing absolutely nothing wrong at all.

What are you doing here again?

I could ask you the same thing.

I'm taking that son of a bitch in for questioning.

On what basis?

We both know you've lost your eyewitness.

Do you have any new evidence that's come to light?

Yeah. The steroids that we discovered...

Is there any evidence directly connecting him to the dead dogs?

That's what I thought.

You do know what that guy did, don't you?

No, and neither do you, Agent Bishop.

All of your evidence is circumstantial.

Which is why we're arresting him for felony possession

of anabolic steroids.

You're not doing anything.

Your objectivity on this matter is compromised.

I'm handing this over to the state police.

NCIS is off the case.

You can't do that.

I already did.

Remove his cuffs, please?

All right. Thank you.

That was the dive master.

He just finished dredging through, uh,

the old lady's pond.

They find the nine-millimeter?

No. We found something else.

Eight more dogs.

Pit bulls?

Okay, so we were right.

Luke was using the pond as a way

to kill off the losers from the dogfights.

And the IG let that monster go.

Maybe we shouldn't have pulled Gibbs off of him.

Hey, I don't know what you're talking about.

As far as anyone knows, that never happened.

Yeah, well, they're all about to find out.

Look at this.

"Your video has been uploaded."

What-what video?

The video from this.

Wait. Is that...?

Yeah.

Were you wearing that when Gibbs...?

Yes.

- I thought you turned it off. - I did.

Somehow it turned itself back on. I don't know.

Why were you even wearing it?

It was a beta test. I was testing its comfortability.

I didn't think it was a big deal.

You think Coyle knows about this video?

Well, obviously not.

I mean, if he'd seen it, we'd be locked up alongside Gibbs.

But it's only a matter of time.

Unless...

...we erase it.

First, no.

Second, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to.

And third, no.

- Why couldn't you? - It's not a VHS tape.

It's a digital file uploaded to an NCIS cloud.

There-There's a remote server. It does automatic backups.

Do I need to remind you what would happen

if Coyle gets a hold of this video?

It'd be game over for all of us.

Do I need to remind you

that tampering with evidence is a felony?

So is lying to a federal officer, which...

I don't think I have to remind you guys...

We already did.

Seriously, McGee...

No, seriously, you want to commit a second crime

to cover up the first?

In for a penny, in for a pound.

- You too, El? - You got a better idea?

Yeah. We tell Vance.

I mean, are you sure about that?

I'm just saying,

plenty of things, you know,

sometimes disappear.

Like your job, Agent Torres?

McGee.

My office.

Director, I apologize.

I have no idea how the camera turned itself back on.

I can tell you, as a beta tester,

I absolutely plan to report that bug to the manufacturer.

The video. Show me.

I haven't looked at this myself yet.

Maybe we'll get lucky and there's a glitch.

- Who the hell are you? - Gibbs!

Nope, no glitch.

That's one hell of a slip and fall.

How many times you need to watch it, Agent McGee?

- Wait, do you see that? - See what?

Look at Luke's shirt.

What about it?

There's blood on it.

Gibbs hasn't even punched him yet.

Right, so whose blood is it?

Go find out.

Where's your attorney?

Chasing ambulances.

Ready to make a statement?

I'm ready to make a deal.

I didn't think the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs made deals.

I make 'em. I don't take 'em.

What are you offering?

The truth.

And what do you want in return?

Your word.

You don't touch my team.

I can't do that. They interfered with a federal investigation.

Only crime they've committed is trying to protect me.

And as noble as that is, they still have to pay.

Okay. Okay what?

Pass. Done here.

You haven't made your statement.

Nothing to say.

Take my deal.

It's the only way you're gonna get the truth.

Fine. Deal.

Luke Stana's bloody shirt.

I never tested it before because we assumed

all the blood was Luke's.

From when Gibbs, you know... pop, pop, pop.

Yes, no, we got that.

Right. Well, Mass Spec actually identified two sources of blood.

- Who's the second source? - Hmm, running DNA now.

But while we wait, I can tell you

what caused the hair loss in all three dogs.

- DiChlor? - Yep. It's a chemical

used primarily in cleaning swimming pools.

And Luke Stana just so happens to clean swimming pools for a living.

Ooh.

And, if that wasn't enough to sink our boy Luke,

the older bloodstain came back as a match for Lucy.

Hell yeah. Let's get him.

Uh, we need to find him first.

I had agents tailing him after he left the hospital.

Luke only went home long enough to grab his go bag

- and the poodle. - Where'd he go?

No idea.

He turned his cell phone off, so he could be anywhere by now.

Well, I think I may have an idea of how to find him.

All those pictures of Luke's poodle

on his Instagram page, I noticed

the dog is wearing a... odd, bulky collar.

So I looked it up online; It's a GPS collar.

Which means...

You can locate him.

I just did.

All right, come on. Go! Go!

Get out of here.

Go! Let's go, let's go.

Go, go, go. There you go. There you go!

Moron. Come here. You're next.

Go, go, go, go!

Get out of here! Moron.

Dog lover, huh?

You have a funny way of showing it.

Well, I know, I know, I know how this looks.

But it's... we're just playing.

Yeah, it looks like you've been operating a dog fighting ring

and we just busted you trying to get rid of the evidence.

Which I'd argue puts you on the list

of worst humans ever.

I'd put you on the list of worst Feds ever.

'Cause you already got kicked off this investigation.

I watched it.

Which is why you're not cuffing me.

Yeah. You're right.

Mm. No, we're just concerned citizens

who happened to be in the area.

Which means... I'm free to go.

Sure.

For another five seconds.

Okay.

Go get him.

Hey, what about Finn?

- Who? - My poodle. He's sitting out there

in the truck. What happens to him, huh?

You can't just leave him out there.

No, of course not.

We'll feed him to the pit bulls.

- Light snack. - I'm sure they're hungry.

No, we are gonna find every one of these dogs

a really good home.

Including your precious Finn.

'Cause, after all, we owe him.

He's how we found you. It's a cute collar, though.

Don't worry.

Help is on the way.

Animal cruelty, promoting dog fighting,

running an illegal gambling operation,

and torturing and killing dogs.

Ten counts. One for each dog killed.

Yeah, he won't get out of prison for at least 15 years.

That's too soon if you ask me.

What about Gibbs?

Apparently, he cut a deal with Coyle.

Which is why we're standing here

and Gibbs is going to jail.

No, he's not.

The inspector general just released his interim report.

"...and in regard to

"the ongoing investigation into the accusation

"that Special Agent Gibbs used unnecessary force

"to subdue a suspect,

"a conclusion has not yet been reached

"due to evidentiary issues.

Further investigation is required."

Evidentiary issues? Gibbs confessed.

Director, what's going on?

_

Well, you coming in or not?

Yeah.

New roommate?

Ms. Hines told me that you were trying to find her a home.

She is home.

What the hell, Leon? What'd you do?

Coyle was hell-bent on stringing me up.

Why am I not in prison?

I was wondering the same thing.

So I paid Coyle a visit.

Met his wife...

and their two rescue dogs.

Seems to me, Gibbs,

Coyle doesn't want to be the one to bury you.

Yeah.

- He handed you the shovel. - Yep.

So give me a reason not to dig your grave.

You caught a lucky break with the IG.

- Lucky break, huh? - Yeah, what would you call it?

Wrong.

You let me walk after what I've done...

something's broken.

And you're just figuring that out now?

Come on, Gibbs, help me out here.

Tell me you regret what you did.

- I do. - Then I think

a formal apology to Mr. Stana would go a very long way.

Eh, sorry. Can't do that.

You just said you regretted it.

I regret I didn't kill him.

And what do you expect me to say to that?

Ain't nothing to say.

You are putting me in an impossible position here, Gibbs.

All right.

In that case, I have no choice

but to suspend you... indefinitely.

I need your badge and your gun.

All right.

Take care, Gibbs.