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(into phone) Find the button that says “Cable,” grandma.

(through phone) Cable. Okay, cable.

(overlaps) Should be on the top of the remote.

Yeah, the--okay, now, now, push the power button.

Do you see a blue light on the,

on the cable box?

Hmm. I, I don't know, grandma,

that's just the way it works.

No, you can't have your old remote back.

Wooo. What a rush.

(through phone) It worked just fine.

Why not?

(into phone) ‘Cause it's in the trash,

that's why, I threw it out.

More loofahs? Come on, people.

Mama needs a new pair of shoes.

(into phone) Uh, uh, Edie says she loves and misses you, too.

Okay. I'll have the car back tonight, I promise.

I got to go, I, okay, love you, okay, bye.

(through phone) Bye bye..

What the…

NCIS

F.

No F. You lose.

HINT: PHRASE _RA_ _O_R

Wait, what?

No, what about the, the, the eyes,

and the mouth, and the face?

There is no face in Hangman.

Bishop?

Not getting involved.

Sorry I'm late.

And I'm already late for my next meeting,

so let's get started so we can get finished.

Everyone, take a look at these documents.

Who is she?

Agency Attorney. Never good news.

Effective immediately,

NCIS is discontinuing its use of cell phone tower-location tracking.

But with this directive, we can--

(interrupts) Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.

Are you--are you saying that

I can no longer ping a suspect's cell phone?

Not without a warrant, you can't.

Hi. Uh, Agent Torres here.

So, uh, Agent McGee, uh, he pings like all the time.

That is like his superpower.

Not anymore.

Supreme Court just ruled it's illegal.

They’re wrong. Right, McGee?

Actually I kinda get it.

Sometimes privacy outweighs the need for security.

I'm sorry, what McGee means to say is that

the new policy means dangerous criminals can get away.

Does Director Vance know about this?

He's on leave.

What about Gibbs?

Yeah? What about him?

Explosion outside a Navy SEAL's house.

Got two bodies.

Wait. I just need one more minute, sir,

to finish my presentation.

(interrupts) Grab your gear.

Grab your gear.

Grab your gear.

GRAB YOUR GEAR HINT: PHRASE

Ugh, grab your gear. (through monitor) Yahoo!

Those two yahoos okay?

I don't know anymore.

(sighs) Where's my paper?

Come on. Jeez, Kayla. Kayla.

Have you seen the newspaper?

Morning, dad. You're just in time.

Honey. My newspaper?

I recycled it.

Already? It's only eight-thirty.

Which means it's time for you to go back to work.

Today's your first day back.

I thought you'd be showered by now, and dressed.

You want somethin’ to go with your coffee?

Yeah. My newspaper.

You are not getting away that easy.

Yeah. I noticed.

How's the hip today?

It's cranky.

Like the rest of you.

Sweetheart, thank you for breakfast.

That was very thoughtful.

But I've got physical therapy today.

So, work tomorrow then?

We'll see.

Get right here.

You've uh, you’ve never seen that vehicle before?

No, sir. Whose is it?

Burglars.

A neighbor saw one of them steal a package off your porch.

And then they… exploded?

The package exploded.

Palmer. What do we…

Not today, -Vance

Got?

Yeah.

Well, we got two victims.

Death was instantaneous,

both died from blast injuries.

Were you expecting any deliveries today,

Petty Officer Nicholas?

Maybe. Todd!

My wife orders stuff online all the time. Todd!

Well, according to the delivery company,

it was addressed to you.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa there.

(overlaps) Let me through. I'm his wife.

No doubt.

Hey!

(distressed) Todd. My darling. Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm okay.

Oh, baby

Is that his wife?

Uh, yeah. It looks like it.

Her name’s Sheba. (overlaps) Sheba.

McGee, you know her?

Yeah. You, you, you guys don't?

No. Bishop, do you?

Uh, no.

McGee.

Sorry, boss, uh, her name is Sheba.

She's one of the stars of the show,

Real Wives of the War.

The reality show? You watch that?

Well, Delilah does.

Hmm.

Uh-huh.

Oh, my God. You know what?

Petty Officer Nicholas must be Todd.

He's not on the show,

but she talks about him all the time.

Says that she is the luckiest woman in the world.

Wow. Delilah must, uh, really like that show.

Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me, officer.

Uh, yes? Sorry, I mean, Agent.

I mean, um, what?

Please tell me this isn't real.

Excuse me?

It’s sweeps.

Greg put you up to this?

Hey, Torres.

Greg? My producer?

(overlaps) (indistinct chatter)

Um, no. This is real.

Somebody mailed your husband a bomb.

That doesn’t make any sense.

What are you talking about, a bomb?

I think I know who did this.

My wife.

Our package thief is Edie Samples.

A doorbell camera caught her in the act.

It appears she and boyfriend, Walt Fergus,

followed the delivery truck and stole all the packages.

They picked the wrong package to poach. MOST WANTED

Who was the bomb's real target?

Petty Officer First Class… NICHOLAS, TODD

…Todd Nicholas, twenty-seven.

Graduated from SEAL training two months ago,

as squared away as they come.

What about his wife?

Sheba Nicholas, twenty-five.

No kids, no record, no job,

until she joined the reality show Real Wives of War two… Real Wives of WAR

…seasons ago.

Actually, it was two-and-a-half.

She was in all forty-one episodes.

If you count the two parter as one,

which I personally like to… do.

Go on.

Well, I, I don't know all that much.

No. It's okay, McGee,

I mean, we've already judged you, so…

Oh, okay. Well, the show’s about four military wives, right?

Charlotte, Tessa, Angela, Angela is (chuckles) quite the instigator.

And, actually Tess and Char-Char are pretty catty, too.

Char-Char?

My point is that Sheba is the wholesome virtuous one. S

he loves everyone, especially her husband.

Last week's episode--

(interrupts) We got it.

You think she's innocent.

Boss, the Sheba I know would never do anything like this.

Now that I say that out loud,

I feel slightly embarrassed.

Hey, Tim, you should be.

Char-Char.

Sheba Real Wives Of WAR

Were you able to trace that package?

Dead end.

It was sent by a G Washington

with a return address to Lincoln Memorial.

Your turn. Why do you think your wife sent it?

Three days ago, Sheba threatened to kill me.

Why?

She thinks I'm having an affair.

Are you?

Do I have to tell the truth in here, sir?

Well, that depends.

You like bombs in your mail?

I'm not having an affair.

But I told her I was.

Okay.

I want out of my marriage.

That woman is not the person I fell in love with.

That show turned her into a total psycho.

Silly question.

Why not just divorce?

I've tried. She won't do it.

She thinks I'll make a play for her reality money.

Okay. Her threat.

What did she say exactly?

She told me that she would chop off my,

um, manhood while I slept,

and then laugh as I bled to death.

Ugh. Oh, my God.

I love him so much.

He's my whole world.

How can he accuse me of something like this?

Well, maybe because--

(interrupts) I just don't understand.

It doesn't make any sense. (sobs)

Sheba, you can stop now.

We know your marriage is falling apart.

(sighs) Todd told you that, huh?

Typical.

And why'd you let me go on blubbering like that?

You ruined my mascara.

I am so sorry.

Why were you blubbering like that?

Look, this is me.

If you don't like it, change the channel.

Three days ago, did you threaten--

(interrupts) Seriously, do you guys have a mirror or something?

(through speaker) Oh, of course you do.

Fascinating. Never meet your heroes, McGee.

I don't get it.

She doesn't act like this on the show.

Key word. Act.

But she's not an actor.

Reality show--

(interrupts) Is detached from reality.

Okay, Sheba, enough.

Sit down.

Can I talk to someone else? (

through speaker) What's that other agent's name, McGoo?

He's in there, right?

Charming.

Goo?

I said, “Sit down.”

(through speaker) Fine. (sighs)

Anyways, that's the camera you should be playing to.

(through speaker) Wait, you guys are recording this?

(off speaker) Hey, do you think my producers can get access to this tape?

Did you or did you not threaten your husband?

Let me save you a lot of time.

I don't know how to make a bomb,

but you know who does?

My husband, the Navy taught him,

he knows I check the mail.

Maybe he addressed the bomb to himself

to avoid suspicion,

did ya ever think of that?

She makes a good point.

Her husband is a trained killer,

and he told Torres he wanted out of the marriage.

Just can't quit her, huh?

McGoo?

WAYCROFT Physical Therapy

(through PA system) ...please report to Room 12… report to Room 12…

Hello…

(grunts) Oh. Shoot.

Oh, I'll get that for you.

Oh, my goodness.

You mind if I just lean on you?

Sure, whatever you need.

Oh, thank you. (grunts)

Yeah.

Thank you. It has been a mess today.

(laughs) I didn't eat.

I had to park three blocks away.

It took me fifteen minutes to put on these pants.

Okay.

Oh, thank God.

There you go. Thank you.

(sighs) Oh, look at us.

The walking wounded.

(laughs) What happened to you?

On-the-job injury. (sighs)

Sorry. What do you do?

Government work.

In DC? No way. (laughs)

(laughs) How about you?

Middle school teacher.

Yup. My students think this is hilarious.

So what happened?

Oh, it involved two pina coladas

and (whispers) a diving board.

I was more flexible in college.

Hey, we all were.

Mallory?

That is my cue.

Let me get your bag for you.

Oh, thank you.

Hi.

So, we start with the torso.

Then we add the arms.

Next up, we have (straining) the legs.

(sighs) (groans) And then we have the head.

You forgot the, uh, the eyes, nose and mouth.

No, no, I didn't. I'm sorry.

There's no face in Hangman, Nick.

Oh, wow. McGee already told you?

That man is not your friend.

I'll just leave it at that.

Leave what at what?

Maybe I should just leave.

I asked Agent Torres to come down here

and help me identify some of these tats.

I thought some of them might be gang-related.

No, they're not.

Yeah. I know that now.

As for cause of death, no surprise there.

I am calling this one, mail-order death.

What is this?

Found this embedded in one of the victims' thighs.

I think it might be a timing mechanism?

Melted in heat?

Right. This bomb packed quite a punch, Gibbs.

Someone wanted Petty Officer Nicholas very dead.

Here's another one.

(reading) Sheba is soulless, vapid, shallow.

(reading) Disgraceful, shameful, embarrassing.

(reading) The most ratchet hair I've seen on a rich person? H8Sheba “Sheba is soulless, vapid, shallow, with the most ratchet hair I’ve seen on a rich person.” LoseSheeba “She is disgraceful, shameful, and embarrassing. She’s totally embracing her basiness.” JJ “The most ratchet hair I’ve seen on a rich person.” R-WOW Forever “She’s using clip-ins but her hair looks dry & shapeless.”

I guess, fans saw through her act.

TV viewers can be pretty savvy.

Well, how did Delilah and I miss it?

You missed what?

Well, boss, we're doing a deep dive into the R-WOW forums,

lookin’ for suspects.

The R What?

Real Wives of War.

Turns out, the Internet hates Sheba.

I agree with the Internet.

What about the husband?

As a suspect or target?

Target.

You know that all SEAL’s undergo

demolitions training.

Yeah. And full psych evals, McGee.

A SEAL did not do this.

We found only four online threats against the husband.

All posted nine months ago by the same person.

(reading) Sheba deserves a better man

than her warmongering husband,

who needs to die on the battlefield.

Oh, I've heard way worse than that.

LLLeonardo?

The real name is Leonard Finnik, who lives…

…in Baltimore. You want us to pay him a visit?

Oh, come on, guys.

Anybody can say anything on the Internet.

Like, example, I posted major shade on Shakira,

when she released She Wolf.

You remember the album, right, Gibbs?

I didn't have any federal agents ask any questions.

You drive safe, Torres.

Take McGee with you.

Two hours here and two hours home, and for what?

We got to turn every stone.

Come on, man. You look at this guy's file.

This guy is Mister Normal.

Look, he's got a welcome mat.

No mad bomber in the history of mad bombers has a welcome mat.

Welcome And you know this how?

Everyone knows this.

Leonard? Federal agents.

We're coming in.

See, no Unabomber vibe here.

Eek, this guy does have bad taste in music, though.

And says the man who hates Shakira.

Hey, I love Shakira. I love Shakira.

I'm just venting. Kitchen's clear.

So, what did you write her exactly?

Bathroom's clear.

Tim, that is between me and Shakira.

Bedroom is clear.

Oh, so much for Mister Normal, huh?

Real Wives of WAR

I know you've been watching me.

I'm here whenever you want me.

We belong together forever.

Wow. Forever is a very long time.

Do you wanna tell Delilah or should I?

Hah. No. These are from our suspect, Leonard Finnik.

He's been sending Sheba love letters for months.

Yeah. And stuffed animals, too.

I thought maybe this can help with your investigation?

Whoa, you kept gifts from your stalker?

Well, a fan’s a fan.

I'm sure you've read some of the things they say about me online.

I take what I can get.

Besides, you should read what Leonard writes about my…

Give me an update.

Oh, McGee was just getting it.

Boss, Sheba brought in a box of letters from Leonard Finnik.

He's got a bee in his bonnet for Petty Officer Nicholas.

Talks about how the enemy must be vanquished,

calls him the “villain SEAL.”

And I've got another eight boxes in my trunk, heavy boxes.

Oh, I got them.

Torres, handle it.

Uh, it's probably a better idea, boss.

You got a location?

No, not yet. Uh, Finnik has no record, no car, no job.

You have his cell phone?

Yes, but…

Yes, but what?

Uh, yes. Normally, we would ping it.

But that meeting you missed this morning?

No more pinging.

Find some other way to get a hold of Leonard.

Sure. I'll just use black magic.

Oh, oh, come on. This could be so easy.

I’ll just ping this one time,

and then never again.

Well, what about privacy outweighs security?

There are no atheists in foxholes.

Vance never would have signed off on this.

Well, when he comes back,

you should talk to him.

If he gets back, you mean?

Do you know something I don't?

All I know is that re-entry is a bitch.

(into phone) Yeah. I just finished.

How’d it go?

(into phone) Well, it went well.

You’re headed to work now, right?

(into phone) No, no. I'm way too sore to go to work. Uh--

Dad, you promised.

(into phone) Kayla, we're not gonna go through this again, okay?

I told you, uh--hello?

Just tell her pain is progress.

Hey, there. Um, Mallory, right?

Good memory.

How did your appointment go, uh…

Leon. Um, Ava beat me up pretty good.

But nothing I can't handle.

Oh, I'm sure you'll be running marathons in no time.

(laughs) Maybe half-marathons.

How are you?

I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines.

Still a long road ahead for me.

Hmm.

Okay, Leon. Nice working with you.

Um, you too, uh, Ava.

What? Are you--are you leaving?

No, you are. They didn't tell you?

No.

You graduated.

No more PT for you.

Wow. Congratulations.

Well, thanks.

Um, I like your confidence,

but I, um, uh, I still have a, a little hitch in my getalong here.

Some residual pain is normal.

But it shouldn't stop you getting back to your routine.

You're cleared for work, too.

Hah. Oh, yeah. Because, uh, because I, I really--

I really feel like I could use another, another week of PT.

Well, if you need it, you need it. Okay.

All right. Same time tomorrow? Right.

Every time I think I'm out,

they pull me back in.

Kase.

Gibbs, you're just in time.

Open the box.

What's in it?

A bomb. Just open it.

My first bomb.

Neat, huh? Boom. (

laughs) I built a replica

based on the components I found among the fragments.

There's the power source,

and the trigger mechanism.

Photo cell.

Rigged to explode when it detects light.

Two caps, two fire-sets?

Redundancies to ensure detonation.

This guy knew what he was doing.

This guy?

Well, I assume all bombers are dudes.

Right, never assume.

Yeah. And never say dudes.

What else you got?

I’ve analyzed this object Jimmy found

embedded in our victim's leg. EVIDENCE

Metal alloy plated with twenty-two karat gold.

It came from our bomb,

but I can't figure out its function.

Ooh, and look at the back.

See how it's raised?

Maybe that part came from a clasp or a pin.

And call me crazy,

but this looks like a brooch.

Oh, you're not exactly a brooch guy.

It's, um, it's a piece of jewelry,

like a clip that you wear on your lapel.

Like a fancy, older lady might.

Um, you know, it's probably not a brooch at all.

I should probably just keep working. Too-da-loo.

First, I had to track Leonard's credit card

to the stationery store, right?

Then I had to go through

the store's parking lot surveillance security footage

to find the car he drove, his mom's, by the way.

Then I had to sift through red light cameras

to track him to this barber shop.

It's called work, bruh.

It's unnecessary work.

I could have just pinged him.

Rules are rules, Mister Hangman.

Look, hey, just-- (interrupts) McGee.

What's he carrying?

Leonard!

Yes?

Federal agents.

Drop the box.

Wait! No. Don't drop the box!

Right. No, don't drop the box.

Excuse me, everyone! Federal Agents.

Please, calmly and quickly clear the area.

No. Not you, Leonard.

You get back here. Don't move.

(into phone) Bishop. Bomb squad.

Lemon and Fifth.

Bomb squad? W--wait, for this?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Stop! Stop! (overlaps) No! Get down! Huh.

That's the Little Bighorn River.

And that's a pronghorn deer, an otter,

and, uh, that's me, and, uh--

(interrupts) Sheba and your love child, yeah.

We've been over this.

Leonard, I need to talk to you about your bedroom.

This is the hollowed-out log for fishing or, you know, it's…

Leonard. Focus. Bedroom.

Oh, do you like it?

Sheba loves it.

You talked to her?

Yeah. She told me in a dream the other night.

No, she didn't.

Uh, were you there?

Dreams are not reality, Leonard.

You are so naive. (chuckles)

Okay. All right. Explain this to me.

So, this is you.

Right. Yeah, yeah.

That's Sheba

Uh-huh. Pretty hair.

And that is a dead buffalo.

Correct. That’s correct.

Who is the dead buffalo?

Is that Sheba's husband?

Petty Officer Nicholas? Leonard?

Did Sheba ask you to kill her husband in that dream?

Episode Thirty-three, just after the commercial about the tortilla chips,

Sheba's white shirt isn't ironed.

And she just gives me the littlest nod, like so. She does.

Wow.

Yes.

What does that mean?

It means nothing.

You don't think he's our guy?

His cord doesn't quite reach the outlet.

But I've read his file

and he has never shown a propensity towards violence

and I doubt he would start now.

So, should we go rescue Torres?

We got a problem. Another mail bomb just detonated.

What? Where?

Alexandria. One dead.

Same MO as the first bomb,

and this one came by one-hour delivery.

Leonard's been in here for two.

Yup. Which means…

We've got a serial bomber on the loose.

SECOND MAIL BOMB KILLS WOMAN (through television) Two bombs, three victims.

Will there be more?

That's the question paralyzing the city today

as pressure mounts on NCIS,

which has taken the lead in the investigation,

even as the agency's director remains on extended medical leave.

We don't make news. Update.

Second bombing victim was Patricia Everett.

Forty-eight years old, divorced,

two kids in college.

Package was delivered via Global Courier's one-hour delivery service.

GLOBAL COURIER SENDER G WASHINGTON RECEIVED BY PATRICIA EVERETT Everett was the recipient.

Who's the sender?

Fake, just like the last one.

What's the connection with our targets?

Nothing yet.

Uh, no mutual friends,

no social media overlap,

and no Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

And we've looked.

Look harder.

What if there is no connections?

What if the bomber is picking his targets

from the phone book?

(while typing) Hey, Gibbs, need to talk about second bomb.

Oh wait, oh, not a texter.

Oh. Stupid.

What we got?

We can do this again if you'd like.

No. Um, sorry. (chuckles) Uh, so, I ran a chemical analysis

and was able to confirm

both bombs were built by the same person.

Both contained identical isomers of nitrocellulose,

trinitrobenzene, and acetone peroxide.

TNB? That's military ordnance.

Oh. Yes, indeed.

Oh, also, I found a second brooch, which, if you recall--

(interrupts) Yeah.

-- a brooch is a-- Yeah. Yeah. I recall.

Again, I can find no function that this serves in the bomb.

It's the bomber's signature.

Okay. Yeah, well what's he trying to say with it?

Budweiser.

Budweiser?

Thank you.

Thank you?

What happened exactly?

Kasie Hines, no. No. You stay here.

You're gonna find out what happened soon enough.

The Budweiser.

Coveted Trident pin awarded to all Navy SEAL’s upon graduation.

And you think that's a melted Trident?

The bombs are SEAL related.

But we've been over this.

Pat Everett has no connection to the Navy.

And we've vetted all twenty Navy SEALs

that were in Petty Officer Nicholas's graduating class.

What about the ones who rang out?

That's a bigger list. Hold on. Um…

…two-hundred-four candidates washed out.

How many made it through demolition training?

That should narrow it down.

Only sixteen.

How many of those sixteen failed their psych eval?

Only one.

Put him up.

Hmm, David West…

…he washed out about four months ago.

Now lives in West Virginia

where he works security at a mall.

Look at that.

The psychologist that administered West's psych eval

was a Doctor Patrick Everett.

Sound familiar?

The second bomb victim was Patricia Everett.

Can't be a coincidence.

Either our bomber really hates the Everett family--

(interrupts) Don't know if they're related.

--or he killed the wrong Pat Everett.

Where is West right now?

Pinging his cell phone.

Boss, let me just say that

I think this new non-pinging policy sucks.

McGee, we got the mall.

Bishop, Torres, take his house. Let's go.

Hiya. How are you, Kayla?

Oh. I, I called Gibbs.

And he called me.

How's your dad?

Not great.

It's like he's lost his mojo or something.

Well, we'll have to help him get it back.

Yeah.

Jack?

Hey. Leon.

Hey!

How you doing?

(chuckles) Okay.

Good to see you.

You, too. (chuckles)

Oh. Handy.

Oh, shoot. Um, home improvement project.

I got a sticky window in the guest room.

Something else in this house won't budge.

And to what do we owe this visit?

I was just in the area.

I wanted to see how you're doing.

I'm better every day.

I'm looking forward to getting back into the office.

Mm-hmm.

You weren't in the area, were you?

And you're not better every day, are you?

And I have you to thank for this?

Who wants coffee? I do.

Thank you. So, tell me everything that's happening.

Yeah. Why don't we skip all the pleasantries

and you can tell me why you're really here.

Okay. You wanna just rip that Band-Aid off fast,

fine with me.

You were tricked by a terrorist, Leon.

You made a bad decision

that nearly cost thousands of lives.

And now you are coping with that mistake

by practicing avoidance and social withdrawal.

How about that?

(chuckles) I am rehabbing my hip. That's all.

That's blame-shifting.

Normal defense mechanism for someone in your condition, by the way.

Jack, I'm fine.

No, you're afraid.

You don't trust your instincts anymore.

Not good for someone who makes life-or-death decisions every day,

and that fear can be paralyzing, Leon.

Uh, I always thought that psychologists would examine their patients

before providing diagnosis?

Yeah, no, we don't have time for that.

So, I just thought I'd skip to the end.

And I'm sure you have just the right prescription.

As a matter of fact, I do.

In my professional opinion,

you need to get your ass back in the saddle.

Thanks for stopping by, Jack.

Leon, listen, hey, you want a real project to do around the house?

The agency that you lead

is trying to stop a serial bomber.

Everything you need to know about the suspect.

David West?

Wait. NCIS!

Mister West! We just have a few questions!

Easy, easy, easy. Gun!

(panting) Okay. I don't think he wants to talk to us.

He can talk to my SIG. Ready? One…

Yeah.

…two.

(pants) Nick. (screams)

Go, go. (grunts)

Go.

Okay. SWAT team's on the way.

Gibbs and McGee are coming back from the mall.

They should be here any minute. All right?

All right.

Now, let me take a look at this.

(groans) Ow, ow.. (groans)

Ooh.

How bad is it?

Uh, it's not great, Nick. Ooh.

(grunts) Bishop.

Shrapnel's in there pretty deep.

Well, that's peachy.

Okay.

Cut it out.

You're not serious.

Yes. I'm serious. Cut it out!

No. Nick.

This guy tried to kill me, okay?

I'm about to try to kill him.

But I can't do it with that thing in my back.

So, just, just--

(sighs) Okay.

--dig it out.

Fine. You're an idiot.

Wait. What's that for?

I'm sterilizing my tool.

Here. Bite onto this.

Oh, oh, we're doing this?

Can you make up your mind already?

Well, I'm, I'm just saying that maybe, maybe that guy is gone.

I didn't--I didn't hear him shoot for, like, a little bit.

Oh, the guy is gone. Are you --

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

He's still there.

That was my favorite hat.

Can--are we gonna do this or what?

Oh, okay. I'm ready.

Okay. I'm ready. I'm ready.

Okay. One, two… Hey, Torres.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait. (overlaps) What?

The cavalry's here.

What is he doing?

Uh, no idea.

Where did he go?

Where's Gibbs?

I got him, boss..

Bishop and Torres?

Uh, they're okay.

Bishop, Torres, cease fire! We're on the way out! Nice hat.

(through speaker) In times of war and uncertainty,

there is a special breed of warrior

ready to answer our nation's call.

Common man with an uncommon desire to succeed.

Director Vance. In times of war and uncertainty--

Special Agent Gibbs.

Good to see you.

Good to be here.

…special breed of warrior

ready to answer our nation's call.

By wearing the Trident,

I accept the responsibility

of my chosen profession and way of life.

It is a privilege that I must earn every day.

My character and honor are steadfast.

The Navy SEAL creed.

He’s been reciting it for the last hour.

He built his whole life around becoming a SEAL.

When he washed out,

he had nothing to fall back on.

You read his file?

Three times. (through speaker) My word is my bond.

We expect to lead and be led.

(overlaps) I've had some time on my hands.

(through speaker) In the absence of orders,

I will take charge, leave my teammates

and accomplish the mission.

(off speaker) I lead by example in all situations.

I will never quit.

I preserve and thrive on adversity.

My nation expects me to…

You recognize that?

Maybe you don't since you never earned one,

but it's a Budweiser, Trident pin.

It's a real one unlike the knockoffs you purchased

at the Navy surplus store

and packed into your mail bombs.

Sorry. Budweisers are for SEALs only.

And you washed out.

Doctor Everett made a mistake, sir.

So you sent him a bomb?

Along with one to Petty Officer Nicholas

who red-flagged you for a psych exam?

Well, they got what they deserved, ma'am.

No, they didn't.

Nicholas is still alive

and you killed the wrong Everett.

Mission failed.

Uh, you win some, you lose some.

What the hell is he so smug about?

Why don't you go find out?

You've read his file three times.

Director Vance, Welcome ba--.

Where's he goin’?

Are you having a good time?

Sir?

You wanna tell me what's so funny?

We train for war and fight to win.

I stand ready to bring the full spectrum of combat,

power to bear in order to achieve

my mission and goals established by my country.

You've been looking at your watch a lot.

Are you late for something, David?

The execution of my abilities will be swift and violent

when required yet guided by-- (interrupts) Or am I?

--the principles that I serve to defend.

Brave men have fought and died

building the proud tradition--

(interrupts) You sent a third bomb, didn't you?

Who is the third target?

Who is it?

Who else wronged you?

Could it have been another SEAL classmate?

Twenty of them graduated.

Yeah. Go.

That's a nice tan line.

Where's the ring?

David, you just got married.

Where's your wedding band?

Thanks.

It's the wife.

Gwen Eisley. Married five months ago.

She walked out on you, huh?

Where's she staying?

Is she at her mother's house in Alexandria?

Or maybe she's staying at her brothers in Philly?

Or she's staying with her sisters in Middleburg?

Sisters in Middleburg.

Don't play poker in prison, David.

You have a tell.

Unknown Number

Unknown Number 2 missed calls 2 Voicemail

Leave a message.

What? (exhales)

(through phone) Ms. Eisley, a bomb has been sent to you.

(into phone) What? (pants)

(through phone) Do not open any packages.

So the wife finally answered her cell?

Fifth time's a charm.

How'd she react to the news

her hubby mailed her a bomb?

She asked if she could return to sender.

Ah. McGee, look.

And coming up tonight on Real Wives of War.

Sheba radiates in red.

Oh, whoa. Trouble in paradise?

You know what?

I think I'm done with the Real Wives of War.

Good for you, yeah.

You can do better things with your life.

Totally agree.

There's this new show about cops in Miami Beach…

Oh, McGee…

Not where you were going with that? Okay.

He's back, baby!

Hey.

Can't keep me down.

How was surgery?

Oh, it was a breeze.

Shrapnel's all out.

Told you it was just a flesh wound.

Oh, so I could have cut it out.

Oh, no. That was a really bad idea.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Thirty seconds.

You'll be happy, I promise.

Doubt it.

One word, ping.

You took away his super power.

Because you didn't let me finish my presentation.

Yes, the Supreme Court banned warrantless cell location tracking--

Aka "No Ping."

--which is why we have arranged for three on-call judges

to provide near-instantaneous warrants should the need arise.

Wait, what does that mean?

Means we are back in business, baby.

You're welcome.

She's very sweet. Yeah.

Very. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, when she's nice like that, yeah.

Okay, Cameron. I'll see you Thursday.

Hey, Leon. You can change in back.

Oh, uh, actually, Ava, I'm not taking therapy today or ever.

I'm, uh, I'm cancelling my appointments.

Cancel the appointments you demanded?

Requested. But you were right.

My range of motion is good

and I can continue the exercises at home.

Okay. I'll cancel them.

You know, you could have just called.

I was in the neighborhood.

Aha. I don't think she's here yet.

Who?

Well, well, well (laughs).

Leon!

But, no, uh, no more cast.

Nope, just crutches now.

What about you? I barely notice a limp.

I graduated. No more PT.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

(clicks tongue) Well, good luck with your life, I guess.

Hey. Um, how would you…(inhales) how would you like to, um,

see each other somewhere that's not here?

I'd like that.

Great.

Waterskiing, mountain climbing, what do you think?

Or we could just do dinner tonight.

Dinner sounds good.

Give me your phone.

My phone? Why?

So I can put my number in it (chuckles).

Oh, geez! I'm a little, little rusty here. (chuckles)

So any, um, any request for dinner?

How about someplace without stairs?

Duly noted.

Ground-floor restaurant.

All right. I'll, I'll call you.

Okay.

Bye.

(chuckles) Bye.

Nice work.

Thank you.

What's your assessment?

I don't know yet. But I will.

Hmm. Well done.

How long are we surveilling him?

As long as it takes. Enjoy your dinner.

(chuckles) Hey! You forgetting something?

You don't wanna make that mistake tonight.

You worry about you.

I'll worry about me.