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(siren wailing)

Baker 46, County.

DISPATCHER:
Baker 46, go ahead.

County, I'm in pursuit,
late model SUV, dark in color,

heading westbound, S.R. 74.

DISPATCHER:
Plates?

Not close enough.

(tires screeching)

Vehicle turning north
toward Harrington Lake.

Baker 46, my paperwork says
you are transporting a suspect.

Slow down, damn it, slow down.

You'll be fine.
No, I won't.

DISPATCHER: Sheriff,
county codes don't allow

for pursuits with suspects
in transport.

Screw the codes, County. This
guy's weaving all over the road.

He's gonna kill somebody.

- Sheriff! Please!
- Shut up, Billings!

Annie.

Scrambled or over easy?

Ugh, I'm never camping
with you again.

Come on, sis, that's just
your stomach talking.

It's too early,
and I didn't get much sleep.

You don't want to
miss the sunrise.

(siren approaching)

Annie, look out!

Oh!

Trevor, go help!

Annie, stop!
Let me go.

(gasping, coughing)

MAN:
Hey.

Hey, are you all right?

SHERIFF:
There's another guy.

In the car.

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS 15x20 ♪
Sight Unseen
Original Air Date on April 17, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
♪

McGEE: Oh, Jimmy,
these are perfect.

The twins are going
through so many clothes,

I can't even tell you.

Yeah, happy to help.

Baby Morgan can have all
of Victoria's hand-me-downs.

Hey, Torres, look.

I finally found a T-shirt
small enough for you.

Oh, they make humans that tiny?

Oh, that was
Victoria's favorite.

I remember one time
she puked all over it.

She refused
to take it off.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I just wanted
to say thanks again.

Yeah. He's right here.
You want to talk to him?

Okay, I will. Bye.

Well, Thomas Buckner
says, "Yo, yo."

Commander Buckner.

Tell him I said, "Yo, yo" back.

Yeah, you see I'm
off the phone, right?

Thomas Buckner? Do I know him?

Uh, he is my archenemy
from high school,

and we, like, randomly
ran into him on a case

and, of course,
he and Torres hit it off.

Yeah, he's coming
to D.C. soon.

He said he'd give me a call and,
uh, we're gonna hit the town.

Oh, he's already here.
He actually leaves today.

What? Why didn't he call me?

I don't know. He called me.
We went out last night.

Hold on one second. The...
(chuckles)

Okay. The two of you
went out last night?

Not out-out. We're just friends.

Wait, you're friends with
your archenemy from high school?

People change, McGee,
and, I don't know,

Torres told me to give him
another chance, so I did.

Yeah, but I didn't say
date the guy.

It was not a date.

Where'd you go?
To that new bar on Second.

Just for drinks?
We had dinner, too.

Who paid?
He paid.

Sounds like a date to me.
Boom!

Yo, yo, grab your gear, bro.

(camera clicking)

(gears cranking)

Hey, Bishop,

you mind helping me
transfer the body

from the back seat
to the gurney?

Oh. Just what a lady

wants to hear first
thing in the morning.

What an awful way to go.

Alone and handcuffed

as lake water slowly
fills the locked cage

that soon becomes
your coffin.

Stop talking now, Jimmy.

- Yeah, that got dark quick.
- Mm-hmm.

McGEE: Paramedics say
you're gonna be fine.

Sheriff, is there anything I can
get you? Make a phone call?

We sank so fast.

Can you tell me more
about the accident?

Tried to get him out.

The door...
I couldn't get it open.

Boss, this is
Sheriff Pearson.

He executed an arrest warrant on
Petty Officer Thomas Billings.

He was transporting him
to Breen County Jail.

That's when
the accident happened.

You okay?

How'd you end up in the lake?

Pursuing a three-five-seven.
Drunk driver?

Speeding and swerving
all over the road.

I tried to catch up
to him, but...

I lost control.

So, he comes
barreling through here,

pulls a Dukes of Hazzard
right into the lake.

Craziest thing.

You jump in
after them?

My sister tried,
but I stopped her.

There was a guy in a boat
right out there to help.

Is the sheriff
gonna be okay?

Uh, he got lucky.

Well, guess I'm not
going fishing today.

Okay, draft the new language,
then shoot it over to me,

and I'll red-line it before
I get back in the office.

All right, Stan,
I got to go.

Annie Barth?
That's me.

How you doing?
Special Agent Nick Torres, NCIS.

Nice to meet you.

Okay, nice to meet you.
(clears throat)

Uh, I understand
you swam out for help?

I tried.
My brother held me back.

He said something about a man
in a boat, a fisherman maybe,

who saw the crash.
Yes, I heard him shout,

asking the sheriff
if he was all right.

We haven't been able
to track him down.

Did you see what he looked like?
(chuckles)

I have no idea.
I'm blind, Agent Torres.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

Why?

No, I just, uh, didn't...

Wait, why did you try
to jump in the lake?

To try to save someone's life.
Blind people can swim, you know.

Of course.

We can cut our own meat
and feed ourselves, too.

Okay. (chuckles)
All right, I'm sorry--

uh, I apologize
we wasted your time.

You can stop apologizing.

Okay, thank you.

(clears throat)

My work here is done.

TORRES:
Why is Jimmy leaving?

Well, go look for yourself.

TORRES:
Uh, where's the body?

(clears throat)

Talked to Buckner.

He said he, uh,
catch me next time.

Hmm. That's nice.

I just can't believe
you two went out

and didn't even think
of calling me.

Well, I never
think to call you.

All right, well, that's rude.

Torres, you jealous?

Yes, absolutely,
because, you know,

like, he's, like,
my friend, not hers.

Okay, where are we?

Well...

Petty Officer
Thomas Billings.

Gunner's mate second class,
assigned to the USS Spruce Hill.

McGEE: Our two witnesses
didn't see or hear

Billings come up from
the bottom of the lake.

Navy divers are searching
for his body now.

We set up checkpoints,
in case he did escape.

What do we know about him?

McGEE: Single, 24,
social media page

says he's engaged to Louise
Cabrisio of Hastings, Virginia.

TORRES: That's where, uh,
Billings has an apartment.

I spoke with the landlord.

He said he'd let me in.
Yeah, go.

Bishop, go talk
to his C.O.

Billings have a record?

Uh, not until yesterday,
when an arrest warrant

was issued for a felony assault.

PEARSON:
Agents Gibbs and McGee.

Find our man?

Sheriff Pearson.

Thanks for coming in.
No. No word yet.

Uh, Sheriff,
we just have a few questions.

The drunk driver
you were chasing--

did you get a plate number?

Never got close enough.
Dark SUV, that's all I know.

I got my deputies all over it.

What can you tell us
about the guy in the boat?

(scoffs)
What a jackass.

Asks me if I'm all right,
then motors off.

Well, county dispatch sent over

the audio recording
of the pursuit.

Petty Officer Billings
asked you a question

that we caught on tape.

We isolated his voice.

BILLINGS (recorded):
Is this about Randall Peters?

Is this about Randall... who?

Peters? Who is he?

Well, we thought he was
the guy Billings assaulted.

No. No, his name
is, uh, Nordstrom.

Billings beat him so bad,
knocked a tooth out.

You can talk to him,
if you want to.

Oh, yeah. We will.

Got something.

(sighs)
Not yet.

Actually, I was telling you
that I've got something.

Oh. 'Cause sometimes
I can't tell

if you're asking
me a question.

Was that a question?

Just tell me.
So the divers

didn't find Petty Officer
Billings at the bottom

of the lake, but they did find
some of his personal effects

taken by the sheriff,
including a cell phone.

If only someone could
get it working again.

Hmm.

If only.

Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, this box is for you.

You wanted donations
for your charity?

Oh, right. Good on you, Abby.

It's just some clothes
and toys for kids.

This is...

for a child?
(giggles) Hug me.

Yeah, that's Winifred.

I used to sleep with her
when I was little.

Explains a lot.

Thanks.

Bye, Winnie.

You'll be in good hands.

ODWALLA:
Here's the warrant authorizing

Petty Officer Billings' arrest
for assault.

Signed by a judge and NCIS, so a
delivery agreement was executed.

Did Billings say anything
when the sheriff picked him up?

Yeah. That he didn't do it.
Don't they all?

Well, sometimes
they're innocent.

I don't think so.

Why do you say that?

He was an
undisciplined sailor.

Disorderly bunk, out of uniform,

consistently late to muster.

Anything else?

Over the past six months,
we've had some misappropriations

from the ship's armory.

Someone stole weapons?
That's the weird part.

Small arms, ammo,
it's all accounted for.

So what went missing?

Smoke grenades and flare guns.

Low priority items,

which is why we didn't catch
the theft right away.

Well, as a gunner's mate
second class,

Billings had access
to the armory.

He was our number one suspect.
Why didn't you call in NCIS?

We were about to.
But now there's no need.

He got picked up
for another crime,

and he is not
the Navy's problem anymore.

(bell jingles)

And how can I help
you gentlemen?

NCIS. We're here to speak
with Louise Cabrisio.

I'm her father.
What's this about?

REEVES:
Her fiancé,

Thomas Billings,
he's been in an accident.

Tom? Is he okay?

McGEE: Well, that's unclear.
(sniffling softly)

FRED: Oh, my
God, you know.

Louise, I'm so sorry.

What?

Uh... how do you know?

These agents just told me
that Tom was in an accident.

What accident?
Tom was in an accident?

Yes. Sorry, uh, we thought
that's why you were crying.

No. Um, he just
broke up with me.

REEVES:
Just?

How "just"?
You spoke with him?

Five minutes ago.
REEVES: Did he say

where was he calling from?

His apartment.
Someone please tell me

what's going on.
(dialing, line ringing)

TORRES: McGee.
Torres, heads up.

Billings is alive,
and he's at his apartment.

Got it.

(knocking on door)

TORRES:
Petty Officer Billings.

It's NCIS.

(knocking)

Billings, I'm coming in.

Hey, I don't know
what's going on with you, man...

...but I'm here to help.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(exhales)

Well, those aren't
smoke grenades.

No. Or flare guns.

So he resold them,
and that's the profit?

Nah, they're not
worth that much.

How much is it?
It's 26,460.

Wow.

In Petty Officer
Billings' ceiling, huh?

Now he's on the run.
Armed and dangerous.

Okay. Theories?

We track down
the drunk driver

that, uh, Sheriff Pearson
was chasing?

No. Or the witness
on the boat.

What about the guy

that Petty Officer Billings
was asking about?

Randall Peters?

There are five in
the tristate area,

and about 137 in the U.S.

But McGee and Bishop
are vetting each one,

starting with
the locals.

And Billings' assault victim,
Nordstrom?

A janitor at a bowling alley.
No permanent address,

but we're tracking him down.
(knock on door)

Yeah?

Hey.

Um, one of the crash witnesses
just called.

She says she has helpful
information to show us.

Who?

Annie Barth.
Got her address.

Oh, I interviewed her
at the crime scene.

She's got nothing.
GIBBS: Yeah?

Well, we got nothing. Go.

Gibbs.

She's blind.

What's she gonna show us?

I don't know, Torres.
Go. Find out.

(ice hissing, crackling)

Oh, wow, it is
freezing in here.

Cold air is dry air, McGee.
I'm trying to get

all the moisture out
of this room. Shut the door.

All right. You think
this is gonna work?

(sighs)
I don't know.

I mean, the phone was
submerged for six hours.

What is the temperature
in here?

It's 42 degrees.

And I've got it down
to 18 percent humidity.

You want some lip balm?

No. I need a parka.

Wait, don't you want
to see if this works?

Well, if it doesn't,
we're risking frostbite.

Abby, nice work.

Oh, darn. It's locked.

That's not what I wanted to see.

You wouldn't just
happen to know

Petty Officer Billing''
password, would you?

Six digits, random order,

that's a million
different combinations.

Great.

(doorbell rings)

One minute.

Who is it?

TORRES: Ms. Barth, it's, uh,
Nick Torres, NCIS.

Hi, Nick. Come on in.

Thank you.

It's not much,
but it's home.

Oh, nice,
I wish I could see it.

Oh, my gosh.
Harlan, turn on the lights.

HARLAN (automated voice): Okay. Lights on.
- Forgive me.

I often forget
to do that for guests.

Oh. Oh, no problem.

I'm assuming, uh, you don't
really need any lights.

No. (exhales)

Useless as pictures on the wall,
but I'm hanging them anyway.

My friend gave me
this braille map of the U.S.

It's pretty cool, right?

Yeah, it's pretty cool.
Let me help you with that.

No, I got it.

(grunts)

TORRES:
Oh, wow.

You're a lawyer?
Guilty.

Ha.

How's it look?

Oh, it's actually perfect.

That marble trick may be better
than eyeing it-- okay.

Don't worry about it.

I can hear the word "eye"
without crying.

(clears throat) Uh, you said
you had some information

that you thought would help us.

I do. But it's not here.

How would you like
to go on a field trip?

SLOANE: Ms. Cabrisio,
thank you so...

(man clears throat)

Uh, I'm sorry.
Uh, who are you?

Webber Silk.
Friend of the family.

Nice to meet you, Agent Sloane.

Special Agent Sloane.

Uh, apologies,
but we don't allow friends.

Oh, well, I am also
Ms. Cabrisio's attorney.

So...

No, thank you.

Um, my dad's idea, sorry.

He didn't know
what this was all about.

Yes, better safe than sorry.

I promise I won't
get in the way, Agent Sloane.

Special Agent.

As I was saying,
Ms. Cabrisio,

thank you so much for coming in.

Uh, just a
few questions.

Has Petty Officer Billings
contacted you since yesterday?

No.

And when he called,

what did he say, exactly?

Uh, that he loved me
very much.

But that something bad
had happened,

and that he and I couldn't...

I'm sorry.

We went to his
apartment and found

over $25,000 in cash there.

I take it you didn't
know about that.

25,000?

Uh...

I've never seen him
with anything more than $25.

Right.

Do you know someone named
Randall Peters?

Tom's business partner.

What business?

I don't know.

Tom said it would be better
if I didn't ask.

Okay. And how would
we reach Mr. Peters?

Objection, badgering
the witness. Sustained.

Hmm?

LOUISE:
Webber, I'm-I'm fine.

I never met Peters.

He and Tom worked together.

I used to see the reminder
on his phone calendar.

Uh, so do you know
where they would meet?

No.

No.
But Tom did say,

last week,
that it would be the last time

they would ever see each other.

Why? What happened?

I'm sorry.

I feel so dumb for not
asking him more questions.

That's okay.

We have Tom's cell phone,
and we need to get in.

What-what would the password be?

Why did you want to get
into his cell phone?

Come on, dude, seriously?

(exhales)

Uh, the password.

Well, how many chances
do we get?

Ten.

Okay. How many guesses
have we made?

Eight.

Um, like, his birthday,
his parents' anniversary,

first six numbers
of his Social,

the last six numbers
of his Social.

And what if you get it
wrong twice more?

Then the phone's gonna revert
back to its factory settings.

And that means
that-that all texts

and e-mails and contact lists,
everything will be gone forever.

Well, have you
tried 1-2-3-4-5-6?

No, nobody's that foolish.

(quietly):
Except for me.

Hey, I got it.
I got the password.

Thank God, 'cause we were about
to do something really stupid.

SLOANE:
Okay.

5-6-8-4-7-3.

Random digits?
Nope.

It spells "Louise,"
his fiancée's name.

Okay, guys, here we go.

Incorrect password.
Try again.

SLOANE: No.
Louise lied to you.

Or Billings changed it.
To what?

We've got one more chance
here before this thing

turns into a brick.

(phone chirps)

Wait, what did you do there?
I... I did nothing.

It's a calendar alert.

"Randall Peters
pickup, 6:30."

Who is Randall Peters?

Abby, we really, really need
to get into this phone.

It's rod-cone dystrophy.

It's degenerative
and hereditary.

Thanks, Mom.
(chuckles)

Can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.

Can you... can
you see anything?

Um, shapes and shadows,
light and dark.

Hmm, okay. We need to stop.
There's some uneven terrain.

I need a guide here
for this part.

Okay, no problem.

Wait, no, no, don't pull me.
Just give me your arm.

Yeah, there you go.
You have it.

Okay, I'm sorry.

There you go, apologizing.

Right, right.
I don't even apologize.

I don't know why
I'm doing it now.

I think we're here.

Really? How do we know?

I smell bacon grease.

My brother must've dumped it
in the, in the pit,

even though
I've told him so many times

it's bad for the environment.

Wait, so when
one sense goes away,

the other ones improve?

Uh, not exactly.

It's not that I smell
any better.

It's more like,
I pay more attention.

So you try it.
Close your eyes.

- No, I'm cool.
- No, no.

This is actually
why we're here, so...

Yeah.

Okay, stop.

Now close your eyes.

Okay, they're closed.

Don't lie to me.

Fine!
(chuckles)

Now listen.
What do you hear?

Um... birds.

- Okay. What else?
- Uh...

Come on, Nick, really listen.
What do you hear?

Okay, okay. Stop talking.

(chuckles softly)

I hear, uh, a duck
landing in the water.

Mm-hmm. What else?
Um...

A car on the road.

(passing car rattles on road)

Th-Thunk.

Th-Thunk.

Every time
a car passes by,

it makes the same noise.
Th-Thunk.

Yeah, there's some kind
of grate on the road.

We, uh, we passed over it
on the way in.

Yeah, yesterday morning,
I heard the cop car

go over that grate before
it splashed into the water.

But I only heard
one "Th-thunk."

So?

So... where was
the drunk driver?

My brother told me the sheriff
was chasing a drunk driver,

but I didn't hear
a second "Th-thunk."

Maybe you missed it.

Maybe you're wearing
too much cologne.

Come on, Annie, stop playing.
This is important.

Could you have missed
a second "thunk"?

Could you be wearing too much
cologne, Agent Torres?

No, that is impossible.

Exactly.

Of course she didn't see
the other car. She's blind.

She can hear. Perfectly.

She didn't hear
a second "Th-thunk"?

You got to be kidding me.

Not kidding.

So, what, I was
chasing a ghost?

Or nobody at all.

You're gonna believe
Helen Keller and not me?

We checked.
No other commuter

on Route 74 called 911

to report a drunk driver
that morning.

It was early.
No one was on the road.

This is BS.
I'm the victim here.

Petty Officer Billings
is the victim.

Come on.

You think I would drive
into that lake on purpose?

Great way to kill somebody.

What?

He's not even dead.

You know what?

I don't need
to defend myself to you.

Actually, you do.

Do I need a lawyer?

I don't know, do you?

(gunshot)

Bishop?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Pearson?

Pearson?

(elevator bell dings)

- Morning. - Ah.
- You okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

How's Gibbs?

Oh, Gibbs is Gibbs.

And the shooter?

We couldn't find him.

You think it was
Petty Officer Billings?

Makes sense.

If Sheriff Pearson

tried to drown him and make it
look like an accident,

then yeah.

Yeah, but why would he do that?

Billings' assault victim,
Nordstrom.

We find him yet?
This morning.

He's coming in later
to talk to Sloane,

who's also backgrounding
the sheriff.

So, looks like
we're back to square one.

(elevator bell dings)

- Gibbs.
- Palmer. What do you know?

GSW to the chest.

Yeah, I saw that part.
You recover the slug?

You know what's weird about
the abbreviation "GSW"?

It actually takes
longer to say

than the words
that it stands for.

"GSW," five syllables.
"Gunshot wound," three.

(chuckles)
Acronyms are weird.

The slug. ASAP.

On it, PDQ.

As you can see,
the bullet is lodged

in the tricuspid valve
of the heart.

And while it is
pretty torn up,

I wouldn't say that
that came from a handgun.

The only weapon registered
to Petty Officer Billings

is a Glock.

So he's not our shooter.

Or he could have
a second weapon.

And one more thing, Gibbs.

Uh, we found a dark substance
on the sheriff's pant leg.

Abby's testing his clothes
as we speak.

Dentist said he could
fix it for 800 bucks.

I said, "Go fly a kite,"
or something similar.

So I got this two-millimeter
drill bit

and bore a hole
right through it.

Now it's my lucky medallion.

Charming.

Okay, so,
Mr. Nordstrom...

That's dental floss
for the chain.

(chuckles):
I see that.

Okay, you told Sheriff Pearson

that Petty Officer Billings
assaulted you.

Correct?
Yeah.

Smoking in here is cool?
Mm, not cool.

How did the attack happen?

Could open those windows.

Sheriff Pearson's report says

you were closing up
the bowling alley,

and Billings came at you.

Yeah.

And?

And look at me.

Well, why did he attack you?

I don't know.

Did he rob you?

Uh, what does that mean?

No.

Did you guys know each other?

No.

Then how did you identify him?

Look...

Which one is Billings?

Sir, someone obviously
beat the crap out of you,

but I don't think
it was Billings.

But you know who liked
to beat people up?

Sheriff Pearson.

I count four complaints
of excessive force

in his personnel file.

You and the sheriff
go way back.

He's arrested you

three times in the past
for possession.

I don't want to go to jail.
Well, here's what I think.

You got in trouble again,

and Sheriff Pearson
made you a deal.

He wouldn't arrest you
if you agreed to

let him beat you up and claim
that Billings assaulted you.

(grunting)

Can I have that smoke now?

BISHOP:
So, Sheriff Pearson

falsifies a warrant
to arrest Billings.

He handcuffs him and
locks him in the back seat.

Then he pretends
there's a drunk driver,

so he can drive into the lake
to try to drown Billings.

But he didn't die.

- So he comes back and kills Pearson.
- Why?

There any evidence
they knew each other?

No calls, no e-mails,
no mutual friends.

But they did live
in the same small town.

So did 3,000 other people.
What's their connection?

Got something.
Abby I.D.'d the powder

found on
Sheriff Pearson's pants.

It's red phosphorous.

Isn't that the stuff
at the tip of matches?

Yeah, same chemical
that's found in flare guns

and smoke grenades.

- Just like the ones Billings stole.
BISHOP: That's it.

That's the connection
between

the petty officer
and the sheriff.

Still doesn't explain
where the $26,000 came from.

We're missing something.

Where are we
with Randall Peters?

Nowhere yet.
And Billings' phone?

We're down to
the final password,

but Abby's got an idea.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Jimmy, come on.
It's really hot.

Someone's never played
with candle wax before.

I have a very tender epidermis.

ABBY:
Just hold still, okay?

We're gonna bypass
the phone's biometric scanner

by using hot wax
and a high-resolution image

of Petty Officer Billings'
thumbprint.

Yeah? Why can't Reeves do it?
Sorry, mate.

Big thumbs.

What if this doesn't work?

It has to work.

(phone beeps)

ABBY:
Eureka.

Yes!

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!

We're in.

GIBBS: You have contact
information for Randall Peters?

Already on it. There is
no phone number listed,

but we do have an address.

Go.

(high-pitched):
Glad to help.

(door creaks)

Hello?

Hello?

Tom?

Hey.
(gasps) Tom!

Oh, my God!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What is going on?
Why are you running?

For your protection.

Protection from what?

I got into some things
I shouldn't have.

That's why I have to leave.

Why?

What is this place?

It smells like chlorine.

It's bleach.

Used to destroy evidence.

Up until yesterday, this
place was a meth lab.

Tom, this is really
freaking me out.

That's why I
brought you here.

I wanted you to know the truth.

We all want
to know the truth.

Ah!

No, don't even think about it.

In World War II, the U.S.
ground forces used smoke screens

to hide their movements
from the enemy.

The chemical found in those
devices is white phosphorus, WP.

But the soldiers called it
something else, didn't they?

Willie Pete.

See, all this time,
we've been looking for a person,

Randall Peters, but that's your
code name for red phosphorus.

You stole the stuff
from the armory.

And were paid very well.
We found the money.

But last week, your C.O.
confronted you about the theft.

You panicked.

Told the buyer you couldn't
supply the phosphorus anymore.

Next thing you know,
you're at the bottom of a lake.

Wink if I'm getting close.

We found you in a pretty
sophisticated meth lab.

Now, I kind of doubt
you know how to cook meth.

You were the supplier.

Sheriff Pearson
provided protection.

So who was the third person,

the one that knows
pharmaceutical drugs?

Louise had nothing
to do with this.

We're talking
about her father.

BISHOP:
Tom.

You don't have
to protect him.

He tried to kill you.

No, that was Sheriff Pearson.

And who do you think
ordered him to do that?

I have been the town pharmacist
here for 30 years.

There is no...

Which means you were able
to get a large amount

of pseudoephedrine
without raising suspicion.

Crystal meth has
nine ingredients.

Pharmacists have
access to eight.

This is ludicrous.

The only ingredient

you couldn't get
is red phosphorus,

until you realized that
your future son-in-law

worked in an armory.

Tom is accusing me?

Sorry, Fred.
Got here as soon as I could.

Well, what is
going on here?

They say I'm running
a meth lab

and that I tried to kill Tom.
- What?

We're just about to ask him
about shooting Sheriff Pearson.

Do you own a rifle?
Don't answer that.

No, I don't.

Do you like to fish,
Mr. Cabrisio?

- Yeah, I like to fish.
- I don't know what that has to do...

You have a boat?
Small skiff?

I'm sure that
you already know I do.

Witnesses say that a
guy in a fishing boat

was the first person
on the scene

of Sheriff Pearson's
car accident.

Then he disappeared.
WEBBER: Where are you going with this?

Do you think that Fred Cabrisio
is your criminal mastermind?

You have nothing
on this man.

VANCE:
He's right.

We got to find something.

The meth lab was bleached
from floor to ceiling.

We're still
looking for DNA.

What about the bullet that
killed Sheriff Pearson?

Seems like Cabrisio didn't have
a-a weapon registered to him.

Hmm, well, doesn't mean he
couldn't get his hands on one.

Gibbs, where were you going
with the fishing questions?

We were thinking that the guy
in the boat was a witness,

but maybe he was
an accomplice

and maybe he was there to make
sure that Sheriff Pearson

got out of the car alive.

You think Cabrisio was the one on the boat?
TORRES: Yeah.

But the guy was wearing a jacket
and a hood up,

so no one could I.D. him.

Visually.

There was an earwitness.

A what?
GIBBS: Yeah.

We got an idea.

Hey, don't be nervous.
You're gonna be great.

I know.

SLOANE:
Gentlemen, when I call you,

please read the sentence
on the card loudly and clearly.

Number one.

"Hey. Are you all right?"

No.

Number two.

"Hey. Are you all right?"

SLOANE:
Number three.

"Hey. Are you all right?"

No.

Number four.

"Hey. Are you all right?"

Can I hear four again?

SLOANE:
Number four again, please.

"Hey. Are you all right?"

No. That's not him.

SLOANE:
Thank you.

Miss Barth, thank
you for coming in.

That's it?

TORRES:
Come on.

I'll drive you home.

Thanks very much,
Miss Barth.

No problem.

Well, now that you've proven
my client is innocent,

I presume he's free to go?

Yeah, for now.
We're not done yet.

Okay. Good day, then, Agents.

Special Agents.

Ugh.
Yeah.

Do you think that we can get
Petty Officer Billings

to flip on the pharmacist?

He's not gonna break.

The guy's in love
with his daughter.

Okay. Then we have to get
the father to confess.

Good luck with that.

Oh.

You have a plan, Gibbs,
don't you?

I see it all over you.

(chuckles)

Office of
Legislative Counsel?

Yes. We're a team of lawyers

who help Congress
draft legislation.

So, you help write laws?

Thank you.

Yeah, bills, resolutions
and motions, as well.

Harlan, turn on the lights.

HARLAN:
Okay. Lights on.

You don't think members
of Congress actually write

any of the laws they pass,
do you?

I don't think Congress
does anything.

(chuckles) They do more
than you think.

Just last year,
I helped craft 17 new bills.

Damn.

- So you're basically a badass.
- That's your title.

You're the one with the guns
and the big biceps.

(chuckles)

Well, they are a decent size.

I've held lots of arms.

Yours are more than decent.
Coffee?

Uh, no, I shouldn't.
I should get back.

Right. The investigation.

Sorry I couldn't help you
catch the bad guy.

Well, you got us this far.
We'll do the rest.

Good luck, Nick, and...
thank you.

For what?

For believing in me.

Well, you gave me no choice.

Look at that. He's converted.

My job here is done.

All right. See you around.

Honey?

I need Mrs. Jenkins'
prescriptions.

Hydrochlorothiazide,
furosemide.

Where are the drugs?

That's what I want to know.

Last month, you ordered 90,000
milligrams of pseudoephedrine.

Yeah. We've been, uh,
selling a lot of that.

No. You haven't.

The receipts show we only sold
18,000 milligrams.

Where's the other 72?

Dad.

How should I know, honey?

Dad.

Don't ask questions

unless you're prepared
to hear the answer.

What?

Look around you.

It's pathetic.

30 years of dolling out
diverticulitis drugs

to geriatric hypochondriacs.

Is that what you want?

You are making crystal meth.

I'm making money, lots of it.

Or I was, until your precious
fiancé got cold feet.

You took advantage of him.

Then you-you tried to kill him.

The Navy was asking questions.

I thought that he would rat
the three of us out.

He never would.

But I just did.

Agent Gibbs?

(door opens, closes)

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

Turn around. Hands
behind your back.

I know that
that was hard.

Hands behind your back.

It was the right thing
to do.

(handcuffs clicking)

Hey. Who is "the three of us"?

You said that
you thought that

Billings was gonna rat
"the three of us" out.

That's you,

Sheriff Pearson and who else?

I got it.
I'm calling Torres right now.

(doorbell rings)

You change your mind
about coffee, Nick?

Not Nick.

(grunting)

"Hey.

Are you all right?"

Stay away from me.
Stay away.

I guess it's safe to assume
you recognize my voice.

The man on the boat.

Harlan, turn off the lights.

HARLAN:
Okay. Lights off.

WEBBER:
Clever.

Leveling the playing field.

But I can still hear
your footsteps.

Harlan, turn on the lights.

(chuckles softly)
You unplugged Harlan.

Well, score another point
for Annie Barth.

You forgot something.

Cell phones.

Cell phones can be so...

so... handy.

(groans)
Bitch!

No, no. Where you going?
Come here.

(gasping)

Ah, that's right.

Quiet down.

(Annie gasping)

(coughs)

Annie?

Annie.

- You're okay, you're okay. Come here.
- Nick.

Come here.

You're all right.

(panting)

(doorbells jingle,
classic rock music playing)

So, Annie Barth
is okay, huh?

Uh, bruised neck.

She had quite the scare,
but she'll recover.

I guess Torres
got there just in time.

BISHOP: Yeah. Webber Silk,
on the other hand,

has a concussion.

Torres hit him hard.

Well, he'll have plenty of
time to recover in prison.

Thanks.

Abby matched the bullet
that killed Sheriff Pearson

to a rifle
that Silk owns.

Silk was tying up
loose ends.

Ah, should've known.

Uh, hey, Torres.
Hey, Annie.

Hi.

Annie, remember Agent Bishop?
And this is Agent McGee.

Yes. Nice to meet you.
Hello.

Uh, what are you guys
doing here?

Well, Nick solved
the case,

so I'm taking him
out to celebrate.

Well, it was
a team effort, right?

These two helped,
like, four percent.

So kind.

Yeah.

Uh, well, you, too, Annie.

Thanks for your help.
We're glad you're okay.

Thank you.
I'm just glad Nick...

(sighs)
...you know.

Uh, timing.
Either you have it or you don't.

Uh, well, join us for breakfast.

Yeah, sure.
No, we'll let you guys eat.

What? No.
There's plenty of room.

Actually, uh, Bishop,
you know what?

I wanted to talk to you,

just the two of us,
if you don't mind.

Okay, Agent McGee.

Here, I'll, uh,
I'll get us a table.

Thank you, Agent Bishop.
Maybe next time.

Okay.

Um, can I help
you at all?

Oh, trust me, McGee.
She doesn't need any help.

(chuckles)

Yeah, found us a table.

Well? What is it?

What's what?

What'd you want
to talk to me about?

Oh, nothing.

No, it's just 'cause Torres
wanted to be alone with Annie.

Really?
Hmm.

Like a... like a date?

(laughs)

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