All language subtitles for AA.NCIS.S18E07

You know what 4:00 a.m.
in February feels like, Ronnie?

And I'm out here chasing a cat
in a coal mine.

RONNIE:
All I do is take the info down,
pass it along.

Well, next time, verify the GPS.

Driving in circles like this
is messing with my chi.

Your what?My chi.

My energy.

Hold on.
I think I found the car.

Thought you said flat tire.

Yeah,
caller said they pulled into

an empty lot.Something tells me
this isn't the right car.

♪

I think the COVID tester,uh, is crushing on you.

Every day with this guy.

[chuckles]:You got that from a tonsil swab?

Hey, I'm a detective.

I detect a COVID crush.[chuckles]

Okay, I don't think
that's a thing.McGEE: Sweetheart,

your bathroom break is private.

Okay? You don't bring your
computer equipment in with you.

All right.Daddy loves you.

[sighs]

Parenting-- looks easy
until you try it.BISHOP: Ooh.

Yeah, I, uh, I babysat
my nephews once.

Two kids and a dog.

That was a handful.

Yeah, it sounds
like punishment to me.

Let's just say
I have not been invited back.

That is exactly why
I live by myself,

because keeping one person

alive and fed,
it's hella plenty.

Yeah, I'd offer to help you,
Tim, but, uh...

Oh, believe me,
Delilah and I love our kids,

but we love them even more
when they're going to school.

JIMMY:Good morning, work family.

Who needs a refill

on some surface wipes?

Just got a fresh batch in,

and they are going fast.

Seriously, Jimmy?

Whoa.

You're doing the homeschool
thing, too, aren't you?

Yes, yeah.McGEE:So, you're doing

everything here at work,

and then you're doing
everything at home solo?

Where do you getthe energy?Oh, not solo anymore.

No. Guys, my, uh,
my mom moved in with us.

Oh, wow. That's like, uh...
That's like free childcare.

I mean, that's genius.
Does she cook for you?

She does, yeah.She makes a mean chicken potpie.

You know,
I'm gonna bring you some.

Wait, so, Jimmy, is this, uh,
is this move permanent?

It is for now, yeah.
Look, you guys,

you guys were so great when,
you know...

I lost Breena.

But, uh, between,

uh, work,single parenting, school,

it just got to betoo much, so...

I called in a lifeline.

You know, it's the weirdest
thing. I woke up with a kink

in my backthis morning, and...

I must've slept on it funny.Uh, you guys know where

I might be able to get
a-a good quarantine massage?

Oh, I got
a really great chiropractor.

And he makes house calls,
too, so...

TORRES:
Yeah, and you know
what? A little workout,

a little exercise,
that's the best medicine, bro.

Mm, a weighted blanket
is where it's at.

Um, you should just try it

for a night.
It'll get you hooked.

Even Gibbs uses it.

Come on, Gibbs doesn't use
a weighted blanket.

Yes, Gibbs does.

Let's go. Got a body.

Elevator.Elevator.

Wait, hold on. Hey.

You guys call that every time.

For the last month,
I've been taking the stairs.

You got to be quick to
the draw there, T-Money.

Max capacity: three.

[indistinct chatter]

Our victim's Petty Officer
Second Class David Avila.

27. Stationed in Quantico.

Time of death?

Uh, based on lividity,

I'd say between,
uh, midnight and 2:00 a.m.

He bled out pretty quickly.

Motorcycle did a burnout here.

Whoever it was
came and went fast.

GIBBS:
Shooter.BISHOP: Looks like he emptied

an entire magazine. You think
this is a robbery or a hit?

JIMMY:
My vote would be for a hit.

Talk about overkill. You know,

any one of these wounds
would have been fa... Oh.

Ah, blocked caller.

Classic Mama Palmer.

Yeah, she thinks that if, uh,
you don't know who's calling,

you're more likely
to pick... You know,

uh, I'll-I'll let it go
to voice mail.

Uh, as I was saying, uh,

any one of these wounds
would have been fatal, and...

GIBBS:
Palmer?Yeah.

Talk to your mom.

Uh...Body's not going anywhere.

Hey, Mom? Oh.

Oh, hello, Dr. Greenberg. Yes.

Well, actually,
it's a kind of pain

radiating down my left arm.

Hey!Be just one minute.

Hey, Gibbs?

Look at this.

Two-for-one special?

McGee.

Victim
wasn't alone.

Yeah, we got footprints here
leaving from the car.

Our mystery passenger's
on the run.

TORRES:
And possibly wounded.

Hey, Kase.
Trophy wall's looking good.

Ah, thanks.

I've been really
into patterns lately.

I'm a sucker
for tie-dye.

But the flannel ones
do double duty.

Warmth and protection. Mm.

That's good to know. Update?

Oh. Uh, first,
motorcycle tire tracks.

I've been trying to pull
a make, but no luck.

GIBBS:
Soda cup?

Our missing passenger
left prints.

Meet Luis Carter,
who, as it turns out,

was released from prison
just last night.

What was he in for?

Larceny.
21-year sentence.

Whoa. Serious time.

Mm-hmm. And getting shot up
his first day out

probably wasn't
what he had in mind.

But the good news...

blood results
from the scene.

It all belonged
to our victim.

Avila.

Passenger wasn't hit?

Mm, not unless he bleeds air.

That's lucky.

Maybe a little
too lucky.

Our victim gets multiple hits
in this crazy bullet spray

and this ex-con bounces
completely unscathed?

How does that happen?

It happens when
he's in on the hit.

BISHOP:
All right,
Luis Carter.

First offense was robbery
with a deadly weapon.

Uh, he went clean
for a bit,

and then he got life
for shoplifting

socks.
Socks?

Third strike.

Small mistake, big punishment.

Parents are deceased.
No next of kin.

The only person we could
tie him to was, uh, our victim.

What is an ex-con doing
with a decorated petty officer?

Think I might have
an answer for that.

Found these online.

It's a group called
The First Day Program.

They tagged
Petty Officer Avila

in a number of
photos here.
BISHOP: Huh.

BISHOP:
What's The First
Day Program?

Uh, looks like some kind
of nonprofit group

that works with ex-cons.

Maybe Avila volunteered there.

Check it out.On our way.

McGee.
Running Carter's
prison visitor logs.

What do you got, Kase?

Nothing.

As in there was
something

and now there's nothing.

Look, there's blood on the seats
and dash except for here,

creating what's
commonly known

as a void pattern,

aka an absence of blood
where it should be.

Something was on the console.And now it's not.

Which means Carter
must have taken it.

You seem unimpressed.

Yep.
Gibbs.

Carter was coming
off a 20-year prison stint.

I checked the release records.

He had the clothes on his back
and that's it.

Whatever he took...

Belonged to Petty Officer Avila.

Okay. Pretty impressed now,
aren't you?

No. No, not really.

Okay, but Petty Officer Avila
still had both his wallet

and cell phone on him

at the crime scene, so whatever
Carter took from Avila,

it was more valuable
than a wallet full of cash.

See, Kase? Now I'm impressed.

Get the photo to Bishop.

Hey, Gibbs, can I talk to you
about something personal?

How personal?

Oh, it's not about me,
it's Jimmy.

Oh. Yeah?

Losing Breena had to be
the worst hit of his life.

And instead of taking a breath
these last two months,

he's literally
tripled his workload.

He's overly cheerful.
It's unsettling.

Almost as unsettling
as that look.

You want my advice, Kase?

Give him space.

NELLIE:
First Day is a nonprofit
providing reentry services

for people just getting
out of prison.

David was
one of our star volunteers.

BISHOP:
What does that
mean, exactly?

NELLIE:
He would meet
new releases

at the prison gate
and give them a ride

to their halfway house,
parole officer,

wherever they
need to go.

The first 24 hours out can be
very overwhelming for parolees.

But a friendly face like David's

can make all the difference
in the world.

I got worried
when he didn't check in.

What do you know
about this guy

that David picked
up, Luis Carter?

COREY:
There's nothing
more than that.

When an inmate gets released,
we only get a name.

We don't ask questions
at the pickup.

It's none
of our business.

This is Corey,
one of our success stories

turned volunteer.

Well, it looks like
this Carter guy

did a little bit
more than share.

You think he had something to do
with David's death?

Yeah, I can't believe
he's actually gone.

Sounds like you guys
spent some time together.

Rode along with him
whenever I could.

But not yesterday?

I had night school.

I'm two credits away
from my associates degree--

David, too.

Why would somebody want
to do this to a guy like him?

When we find this
missing ex-con,

we'll make sure we ask him.

How can we help?

BISHOP: Well, we think
he took something

from Petty Officer Avila's car.

About this size. Any
idea what that could be?

It's got to be
David's reentry book.

He always kept it
right there on the console.

His what book?NELLIE:
David made a list

of places to take guys
on their first day out.

He was big
on tattoo removal.

But only businesses
that were run by ex-cons.

A business run by an ex-con
could also hide an ex-con.

BISHOP:
Who's next on the list?

TORRES:
Stylin' Cutz. Barbershop.

You know, I could
use a new cut.

Really? I thought
you cut it yourself.

How dare you?
[laughs]

Hey, yo. You work here?

Actually, I own it.

But I'm heading out to lunch.
Come back later?

NCIS. We got
a few questions for you.

Have you seen this guy?

Nope.Where'd you say you were going?

Lunch.

Jamaican food truck around
the corner, best jerk chicken.

Yum. Are you, uh... you sure
no one else is in there?

Nope. Had to let my guys
go during quarantine.

Couldn't pay 'em.
Sucked, but you know the drill.

So you're heading out to lunch.
Why didn't you lock up?

Um...

Are you sure
there's no one in there?

BISHOP:Yeah, hot tip.
Lying to federal agents--

it's a crime.

Luis Carter!

NCIS!

You got me?Mm-hmm.

[faint clanging]

TORRES:
Yo, buddy.

We just want to talk.

I'm telling you right now,
I'm not going back to prison.

Drop it!

BISHOP:
Get on your knees!

[clanging]

I've told you already.

One minute David
and me are talking,

the next, this motorcycle
pulls up and opens fire.

And somehow,
you were not hit?

I must have got lucky.

Or you set David up,

you knew it was coming?

I had nothing to do
with his murder, okay?

Oh. Okay.

Guess we're done here.

I barely knew this guy!

But there he was, the moment
I got out of prison.

When most people would
be locking their door.

He wasn't my victim.
He was my saint.

A saint you left
on the side of the road to die.

David wanted me to leave!

He told me, "Go to the
barbershop and get some help,"

so I went to the barbershop.

Phone log.

You called the same number
from prison every day.

Who?

The lawyer working my parole.

Fancy firm.

It's pro bono.

He's hiding something.

Jack?

Uh... [clears throat]
Not necessarily.

The hostility could

also be the natural instinct

of the fight-or-flight response.

Or he could be hiding something.

Something on your mind, Jack?

No. I'm good.

CARTER:
I know what I am to you.
Less than dirt.

Barely out of prison, and
you're ready to put me back in.

But the one thing

I would never do
is kill the only guy

who's ever shown up for me.

So have a nice day

and screw you!

Okay.

How about this?

I'll show up for you.

Huh?

GIBBS:
Yeah, I show up,

right here, right now,
just like David did.

But you have to trust me first.

Lincoln Street Saints, Princesa.

Keep talking.

Before the shooter fired,
he yelled

"Lincoln Street Saints,
Princesa."

Lincoln Street Saints are
a street gang.

I used to roll with 'em.

Cut ties when I went up
for parole.

Why would they want to kill
Petty Officer Avila?

They didn't.

They were after me.

I'm guessing they think
that I gave someone up

to get myself
out of prison.

And calling me "princess,"
that's just another way

of saying I'm KOS.

Kill on sight.

David was just
at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

And I'm the one
with his blood on my hands.

Palmer, what do you got?

Ah...

That Uttanasana really
fires up the hamstrings.

[chuckles]What are you doing?

Oh, I'm squeezing in
a quick yoga class.

Gibbs, I am discovering
extra muscles

I didn't know I had.

What about these extra bodies?Oh, right.

No, those aren't ours, no, no.

The D.C. coroner was
at capacity

because, uh...

'Cause, you know. Uh, so,
we're all in this together,

so I said yes,
of course

we will handle
your overflow.

What about our body?

Right, yes, uh,
Petty Officer Avila

died of hypovolemic shock
courtesy of eight bullets

that entered
the thoracic cavity.

He bled to death.

Any broken ribs?

Well, you know

just about everything,
don't you? Yes.

In fact, there are
two fractured ribs,

probably from a CPR attempt.Carter.

Yeah, someone tried
to save him. Yeah.

Their technique
could use some work.

I could actually give them
some pointers if they came in.

Gibbs, are we trying to...Jimmy.

Yes, Gibbs?

Jimmy...[door opens]

Ah, never mind.

Hey, Gibbs. Just the man
I was looking for.

So, still no hits
on the motorcycle BOLO,

but, uh, Kasie's done
with ballistics.

What'd she find?

Well, the bullets that killed

Petty Officer Avila

match the kind that were used in

a bunch of unsolved
gang homicides.

Not surprising.

So our ex-con should probably
go in protective custody.

'Cause once the gang finds out
that he's still alive,

they're gonna try again.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

He's been tested.

Have McGee let his lawyer know
he's staying with you.What?!

Wait, I wasn't volun--
I wasn't volunteering.

I only have one bed
and one bathroom.

I hear you.

Let's just take a deep breath
together.

Okay? From the abdomen,
diaphragm and chest.

[breathes deep]:
And let it go.

Okay, I--

He was breathing.

[clears throat]

Well, it's not much,
but I call it home.

Well, it's a hell of a step up
from what I've been calling home

the past 21 years.

Couple of house rules:
no shoes, wash your hands--

like, a lot--
and no loud noises.

Okay.

You hungry?

As long as the food isn't gray.

Though, apparently,
it only comes in boxes now?

Here's something homemade.

My sister made these arepas.

You know, I don't know,
it eases her mind

to think that she's
feeding me, yeah?

Mmm... Mmm.

So, uh...

Do you like puzzles?

What I'd really like

is to shower in private.

Ain't had one of those in...
since '99.

Oh, for sure, for sure.

So the shower is
just down the hall.

The towels are in the cabinet.

And, uh, don't even think
about using my shower puff.

And also don't think about
leaving out the window.

All right.

[faint clicking]

[faint clicking]

Can you show me how
to turn this thing on?

Uh, it's hands-free.

So I don't wash
my hands in here?

It's, um, motion detected.

Dr. Palmer.

I-Is everything all right?

Oh, absolutely, yes.
Yeah, I'm just working late.

I had a professional question.

Ah. Of course.

So, what's your question,

before my tea gets any colder?

Yeah, right. Sorry.
Of course. Um...

I have a question
about a cause of death.

I have a victim who was
in a drive-by shooting.

He had a myocardial rupture,
which, of course,

caused a massive blood loss.

Now, would I classify
that death as, um,

hypovolemic shock or...

...cardiac trauma?

You knew the answer
to that question

when you were in diapers,
or close enough.

Are you sure
that you're all right?

Of course.

A little review
never hurt anyone, right?

All right, then.

Cardiac trauma is grouped
by the type of injury,

blunt or penetrating.

And there are a number of ways
that you can approach it.

Talk to me.

Well, I've been working
with some contacts at Vice,

and they're gonna hopefully
hook me up with

a Saints informant to tell us
who put the hit on Carter.

Torres check in?

Yeah, it sounds like
his houseguest

might like puzzles
as much as he does.Oh, yeah?

I hope they haven't
bonded too hard.

I called Carter's law firm
to tell them

we had their client
in protective custody.

They've never heard of him.

Well, the prison call log said

that he's been calling
every week.

Well, he was talking
to somebody there.

Yeah, no one knows who, though.

The main switchboard doesn't log
where calls are transferred.

But I double-checked
the time stamps,

and most of the calls
were placed after hours.

Well, who calls a law firm
when it's closed?

That is not what
I am wondering.

Why was he lying to us about it?

Damn, what am I smelling?

We got eggs, ham and hash,

on top of those homemade arepas.

Hey, that works for me.

Missing my special
ingredient, though.

Where's the grape jelly?

Oh, that does not work for me.

Trust me, it makes the meal.

I put this on everything
when I was on the inside.

[clears throat]
All right, man, I-I-I'm
down to try new things,

but this is a little
too new for me.

Alexa, any places for breakfast
open now?

ALEXA:
There's District Diner,

1.2 miles away
on Beckett Street.

What the hell was that?Alexa.

A what?

You-you ever see The Jetsons?
Check this.

Alexa, what's on my
calendar for today?

ALEXA:
At 12:30 p.m.,

there is a lunch session
with the trainer.Oh, crap.

I got to cancel that.At 6:00 p.m.,

there is:
watch Ice Road Truckers.

You won't believe what
they can do with a big rig.

And at 8:00 p.m., there is...Alexa, cancel.

[chuckles]

So, what's at 8:00 p.m.?

Oh, noneya.

Noneya business, son.

All right, all right, okay.

So she knows
your calendar, but...

does she know Ghostbusters?

Alexa, what happens
if you cross the streams?

ALEXA:
If you cross the streams,

you get total protonic reversal.

Nice.

[phone rings]

Hi, McGee.

Really?

Thanks.

Everything okay?

No.

You lied to us.

Huh?About the law firm.

They've never heard of you.

M-My lawyer must've just been
out the office.

Oh, really?
What is his name?

Are you playing me?

This ain't got nothing
to do with you.

It has everything to do with me.

I bring you into my home.

I risk my life to protect you.

Who were you calling?

All right.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

You want to play games?

Well, maybe you want
to play games

with your little gang buddies.

I'm taking you back
to the Saints.

[hip-hop playing]

CARTER: You drop me in Saints territory

and they gonna kill me.

I'm just dropping you off
at your last address.

If you have a
problem with it,

then start talking.

Who'd you call
at the law firm?

I told you. My lawyer.

Well, that's a lie.
Which makes me wonder

what else you're
lying about.

Maybe you never even
left the Saints.

I dropped the gang.
That's the truth.

What's the truth
about the calls?

You just got to trust me.

You know, I spent
ten years undercover.

I know what
it's like to be

cut off from everyone you love,

not knowing who to trust.

But at some point,
you got to take the leap.

You don't know who I am.

Or what it's been like to be me
these last 20 years.

I know that isolation can
push you to the edge.

But if you ain't gonna be
straight with me,

then your protection
detail is over.

I was calling my daughter.

She's 26 years old.

She works nights at
the law firm. I was calling her.

Then why lie to us?

I've been thinking
about seeing my baby

in the real world
for the last 20 years.

She just had
a baby of her own.

A little girl.

I don't want to bring this mess
around them.

Not on my first day out.

She doesn't know you got parole?

CARTER:
I might be out of prison,

but until this is over,
I won't be free.

All right, I got it.

But, damn, man, you
made me work for that.

[engine starts]

Carter's story checks out.

His daughter works
the night crew.

Well, there goes the one lead
we had on our shooter.

What about the
other homicides?

Well, there's a reason
they're unsolved.

Same untraceable bullets.

Tire tracks?

Kasie's still working on it,

but she thinks
they're a dead end.

[phone chimes]Well, your chiropractor
wasn't, McGee.

He had an opening.
He squeezed me in.

His hands, I-- oh, I have
never felt better.

Oh, it is gonna be

a great day,

I can feel it.
Can you feel it?

Hmm.

[laughs]

Seriously, I'm-I'm getting
worried about him.

BISHOP:
Yeah, same.

Uh, the Saints informant

agreed to talk.

A sailor was killed
by your gang.

Didn't have nothing
to do with me.

And if they find out we're
talking, I'm next on the list.

So, then why meet up?

I want my drug charges reduced.

I give you intel,

you talk to my parole officer.

We're all happy.

Luis Carter.

What do you know
about the hit on him?

BISHOP:
We think it's 'cause
he left your gang.

[laughs]

Yeah, he pissed off some guys
when he turned his back on us,

but no one's taking out
an old man for that.

What makes you so sure?

I know how the Saints work.

You're gonna have to do
better than that.

I've been in since I was 14.

Not many girls get initiated.

These guys ain't
what you call "woke."

But they liked
my hustle,

used me to smuggle drugs
and some cell phones

to the top dogs
in prison.

I know their business
inside out.

And that helps us
find our shooter how?

The only ones they're
taking out these days

is competition
to their new operation.

If they went
after your boy,

then he must've gotten between
the Saints and their green.

What's the new operation?

[laughs]
Ever heard of ghost guns?

Ghost guns are privately made
firearms,

shipped in pieces
and assembled by the user.

No serial number,
no registration.

Near impossible
to trace.

Lovely.Hence the scary name.

These are the bullets
I extracted

from Petty Officer Avila.

The reason I wasn't able to
match the rifling pattern

to any guns
in my database is because...

The gun that fired it didn't
exist until it was assembled.

All right, well,

whoever makes these may be able
to lead us to the shooter.

Well, either way, you need to

get these off the street,
and fast.

I hear that.

So, uh, why are you
still standing here?

Well, I... I need to know
where to start here.

I mean, am I
looking for, what,

factories or industrial spaces?

Not necessarily.

All you need
is some basic tools,

a small tool bench.

So...

They could be built anywhere.
Which is...

Scary.

[knocks]

New informant.
I need a profile.

Sure.

Uh... anything in particular
you're looking for?

No. I just want
to know who she is.

Okay.

It's gonna take some time.

Okay.

Um...

[both laughing]

You want to have a seat?

Maybe tell me why
you're really here.

You noticed, uh,

Jimmy acting...
different lately?

Well, the man lost his wife,

had to grieve alone.

He couldn't even give Breena
a real memorial.

Yeah, I thought
in the beginning,

just leave him alone, everybody
just should leave him alone.

And now I'm thinking...

you should talk to him.

But maybe you need
to talk to him, Gibbs.

If anyone understands

what he's going through
right now, it's you.

You planning a trip?

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

Hmm.

Uh, been weighing
some things...

Like?

[exhales]
Leaving.

Leaving what?

NCIS.

The last ten months

really have me rethinking
what's important.

Well, what's important, Jack?

I think it's time
I slowed my life down a bit.

Got out of the city.

Maybe, uh,
go to Costa Rica,

open a bar
on the beach, and...

just, uh... be.

Costa Rica. I...

What do you think?

Um... mm-hmm.

Hmm.

[elevator bell dings]

Yeah, we're digging
into this ghost gun thing.

Hopefully it will lead us
to the shooter.

You sure Carter doesn't know
anything about them?

Not a thing.

And I believe him, too.

He's still trying to wrap
his brain around YouTube,

much less do-it-yourself
murder guns.

Oh, I bet.
So how's it going over there?

I think Carter has discovered
his inner Martha Stewart.

I'm making doughnuts.

[chuckles] Well, if he's taking
requests, I like glazed.

I'll let him know.

Hey, now that Carter's
broken you in

to having some houseguests,

when do I get to see
your apartment?

Uh, hello?

Oh, you're breaking up.
[imitates static]

Oh, man.

Uh, call me back.

Hmm.

Uh, I miss anything?

[sighs]

He's been like this
all morning.

JIMMY:
Hey, guys.

I think I have something.

Your order of extra-strength
hand sanitizer arrive?

You joke about that now,
you just wait

until you're in
a strange bathroom with no soap.

No, I-I was working on the,
uh, paperwork

for Petty Officer Avila's murder
and I found something.

It was info from his,
uh, recruitment file.

Because you don't have enough
to do?

Uh, David had tattoos.

He had it removed before
he went into basic training.

But, I mean, they made a note
of it right here

in his files.

And?

What kind of tattoos?

Right, yes, uh, thank you.

Uh, they are
Saints tattoos, guys.

As in the gang.

So you're, you're saying David
was a member of the Saints?

Yeah, and get this:

his gang alias is inked
just below the tattoo.

"Princesa."

That's what the shooter yelled
before he opened fire.

They weren't aiming
for Carter.

Petty Officer Avila
was the target.

McGEE:
Well, looks like our golden boy
wasn't so golden after all.

We spoke to a cousin
who recently got back

from deployment;
he said Avila ran

with the wrong crowd
in high school.

Then fell in with the Saints,
got involved

in a check-writing scam,
and went to juvie.

Records were sealed.
That's how we missed it.

His cousin said juvie
really changed him.

And when he got out, joined
the Navy, never looked back.

Saints never got the memo.

Or maybe Avila never
really left the gang.

Or maybe he went into
business for himself.

The informants did say

the only ones
the Saints were taking out

is the competition.

First Day.

The charity.BISHOP:
You think Avila

was using it as a cover
to sell ghost guns?

It-it would put him in touch
with a lot of ex-cons.

No. I want to talk
to that volunteer.

Which volunteer?

The one who was supposed
to be with Avila

the night he was killed.

And wasn't in the car.

Look, y'all barking up
the wrong tree here.

David was like my brother.

BISHOP:
Well, only a handful
of people knew

he was doing a pickup
that night,

and you were one of them.

GIBBS:
Why weren't you
with him, brother?

COREY:
I told you,

I had school.

No, you didn't.

You flunked out two weeks ago.

Okay, look, I know I shouldn't
have lied to y'all about this,

but I know how it looks
and I know how y'all roll.

David was like a brother to me.
I would never hurt him.

Multiple assault charges.
Carjacking.

You had no problem
hurting those people.

Is that the guy
on the motorcycle?

I don't know.

He was wearing a helmet,
I couldn't see his face.

What about his voice?

COREY:
Look, I did my time.Maybe.

And David was my hero.

So if y'all think I got anything

to do with his murder,
you're way off base.

I'll answer
any of y'all questions,

but I didn't do it.

Did Petty Officer Avila have
any contact with the Saints?

I mean,
it's kind of hard not to.

Half the business we deal
with employs ex-offenders.

Any Saint in particular?

Yeah.

A while ago he got into it
with Marcus.

BISHOP: When?About a month ago.

He had just got back in
from getting a haircut.

Wait a second.

You remember when I tried
to smash your brains open?

Yeah, good times. Why?

That metal thing
I was holding.

It was a gun barrel.

I grabbed it from a pile of
tools inside the barbershop.

Seemed kind of out of place
next to the scissors and mousse,

but I was too busy wetting
myself to overthink it.

Are you saying the barbershop
is the gun shop?

David's last words.

I don't think he was telling
me to go to the barbershop.

He was telling me
who killed him.

BISHOP:
Federal agents!

GIBBS: Hands!TORRES: Well, if it isn't

Mr. Jamaican Jerk Chicken
gun runner.

Don't know what
you talking about.

Ain't nothing in there.

Yeah? Well, what are these?

Move.

Move!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

BISHOP:
Apparently Petty Officer Avila

stumbled upon the
illegal gun factory

during one of his
First Day visits.

The barber warned him
to keep quiet.

Or else.

So let me guess, Marcus decided

to go for the "or else" option?

Pretty much.

Kasie was able to match the
motorcycle prints to his bike.

He's our shooter.

At least those weapons
are off the street.

Good job, everybody.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

So, Nick, you gonna be lonely
without your roommate?

Gonna say, I'm not gonna lie,

kind of got used to somebody
else doing the cooking,

but if I ever have
to share my bathroom

with another dude...

Seriously, though, I
mean, it made me, um,

it made me think.

I'm always so focused
about, you know,

trying to catch the bad guy,

I never think
about the other side.

Um, who are you

and what have you done
with the real Nick Torres?

TORRES:
No, I'm just
saying, I mean,

it's not easy
to get through

the tough transitions
on your own.

Hmm.

BISHOP:
Hey, you, uh,

you want to grab a bite?

There's something I need
to take care of.

Rain check?

Okay. Yeah, sure.

Night.

Gibbs, you are just in
time to feast your eyes

on 15 pounds of weighted bliss.

I'm about to have my first
good night's sleep in months.

It's not gonna help.

What are you talking about?
I-- Y-You said you loved yours.

It's not about the blanket.

You think it's, like,
the mattress?

I mean, well, I-I was about
to get one of those, maybe,

Sleep Number deals...Enough, okay?

Enough. Look, we both know

a chiropractor
or a bed

is not gonna fix this, Jim.

Look, the problem's here.Uh...

And here.

You know the stages
of grieving?

Yes, I know
the stages of grieving.

Okay.

Denial, anger, bargaining,
depression, acceptance.

Yeah.

You're stuck.

Really? How far did I make it?

Denial?

No way.

Or am I denying
that I'm in denial?

You ever get stuck?

Yep.

Anger.

How long?

I'll let you know
when I'm past it.

[laughs softly]

So, you're telling me I only
have a couple more decades

of feeling like this?

Feeling, feeling.

Okay, that's good.
Feeling like what?

I feel like I'm going
through the motions.

I feel like I'm in a nightmare.

At any moment I'm gonna wake up,

and my wife
is gonna be right there.

I understand that.

I mean, you know what--
you know...

There's so much that I wanted
to say to her,

and I couldn't-- the...

...the hospital
wouldn't let me see her.

So that's why
I-I wrote her a letter.

[laughs]:
Good.

I listed everything
that I love about her.

I mean, everything,
and it was a long letter.

She never woke up.

It's good.

I never got to say goodbye.

[crying]

It's okay.

She expecting you?

Yeah.

Said I could stay here
until I get my own place.

I'm starting my life
completely over at 47 years old.

Hey, you got this.

Doesn't feel that way.

You know, sometimes
you got to,

you got to hit
that reset button.

You ever do that?

Well, I have
the opposite problem.

I need to stop hitting it.

For your breakfast sandwiches.

[chuckles]
Wow.

It looks like you have
someone you need to meet.

Be easy.

You, too.

Papa?

Baby.
[crying]

[phone rings]

Hey, McGee, what's going on?
Everything okay?

McGEE:
Hey, Gibbs wants us back
at the office A.S.A.P.

Tonight?

Yep. Oh, and, uh, wear a suit.

[elevator bell dings]

Sorry.
Couldn't find my damn tie.

Might help if you had
more than one.

Yeah, one is already
one too many.

Thank you, guys.

I appreciate
you coming.

More than you know.SLOANE:
You've been so strong.

You don't have
to do it alone, Jimmy.

I don't know where to start.

[whispers]:
Read your letter, Jim.

Dear Breena,

I'll never forget
the first time we met.

I heard your laugh from
across the room and I knew.

I never felt anything
like it before,

to hear a laugh
and know that your life

will change forever.

And then I saw you.

I was stunned.

[crying]: B-Baby,
they wouldn't let me see you.

But I know that you
can hear me now.