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How's it look?

BISHOP:
Good. Maybe another angle?

Hey, are we
missing something?

Shell casings?

Uh, hit men police their brass.

(knocking on door)

Come back later.

(knocking harder)

We have enough towels!

GIBBS:
Open the door, Torres!

(sighs)

Sorry, man.

All right,
talk to me.

Well, I'm trying to get
a few options here.

I don't need options;
I just need one.

Hey, Lieutenant.

You can get up now.

(grunts)

Well, that was a first.

♪ NCIS 16x12 ♪
The Last Link
Original Air Date on January 15, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪
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VANCE:
So this is all staged?

Lieutenant Johnson,
he's still alive?

He's in our break room
as we speak,

eating a hoagie.

Oh, well, all right.
I've done this dance before.

Who are we trying to set up?

Michael Deegan.

Drug dealer.

Specializes
in bootleg pharmaceuticals.

I've heard the name.

Feds have been after him
for years, nothing has stuck.

Well, we may finally
have something

on him.

He ordered a hit
on our lieutenant.

Why?

We don't know.
But the guy he hired

to do the hit bungled the job.

Yeah, ex-con.

Tommy Mulligan.

He goes by Peaches.

Base security
caught him

casing
the lieutenant's quarters

with an unregistered gun
and silencer.

Can you prove
that Deegan ordered the hit?

Ah, I got it now.

You want to offer
this Peaches a deal.

He wears a wire,
we get Deegan

to admit ordering the hit,
game over.

And we already have
the paperwork.

We're offering
Peaches immunity.

Deegan's a big fish.

Well, you've already taken
the picture.

You don't leave me
much choice, do you?

Okay.

This guy screws up,
you're gonna have

a real dead body on your hands.

ASSISTANT (over intercom):
Sorry to interrupt, Director.

A Corporal John Sydney
is here for Agent Gibbs.

Old friend?

No...

Just really old.

So Leroy's walking home
from school one day

and he...
he found this stray dog.

Now, his father
strictly forbid dogs.

But Leroy decided
to take the dog home

and hide him in the bedroom.

Breaking rules already.
(chuckling)

Nine years old.

Oh, come on, Gibbs was never
nine years old.

(chuckles)
So what happened?

Well, he got away with it
for a while,

but one night a... a crow flew
in the bedroom window.

The dog barked so loud,
it woke up the whole house.

(laughs) What'd his dad do then?

GIBBS:
Got the belt.

I still got to keep
the dog, though.

- Apollo.
- Apollo.

Good dog.

Well, don't just
stand there, Leroy.

(laughs)

Wow, look at you.

Mr. Sydney.

Been a long time.

Well, they say
time heals all wounds.

Yeah, that's what they say.

Listen, Leroy, I-I...

I got some sad news.

LJ passed last night.

Yeah, his son called me.

He said the service
is next month.

LJ?

Leroy Jethro Moore.

It's the guy
Gibbs was named after.

- He was a good man.
- Great man.

I'll see you at the funeral.

Yeah, listen.

I actually came up here
for something else.

Can we talk a minute?

- Listen, uh...
- It'll just take a second.

Call me later,
all right?

I-I'm working here.

- Okay? Palmer.
- Yeah?

See Mr. Sydney out,
please.

Nice seeing you, Leroy.

All right, Gibbs.
We're all set here.

This is Tommy Mulligan.

You can call me Peaches.

We're gonna get
him all wired up.

He's gonna meet Deegan
in an hour.

We'll be right there
with him.

Gear up.

I hope you guys know
what you're doing.

McGEE:
Okay, Peaches, it's showtime.

Now, remember,
you have two jobs.

One: get Deegan to admit
he ordered the murder.

Two: collect the payoff.

I don't know if I can do this.

McGEE: Well, it's a little
late for that.

What if I mess it up?

You know, I get caught,
I get dead.

You're gonna do great. Look,

two things:

murder and money, nice and easy.

I don't know.

Option two: go to jail.

Okay.

I got this,
I got this.

Murder, money. Nice and easy.

Yep.

(exhales)

(groans softly)

A little room here.

Well, it's got to look legit.

This really how you sit
with your dinner dates?

It's how they sit with me.

Wow.

All right, here we go.

PEACHES:
Mr. Deegan.

How you doing, boss?

Go place my bets.

♪ Come back, come in... ♪

Take a seat, Peaches.

Thanks.

♪ You've got... ♪

Best of luck
with the ponies.

♪ No sense... ♪

Did you bet
the gray horse?

DEEGAN:
Not today.

PEACHES:
Gray horses are fast.

Next time.

♪ Shake my bones... ♪

Hey, um, so I...

did that thing
that you asked.

♪ Working it hard
like nine to five ♪

♪ Shake my bones to the floor ♪

♪ Let it all go... ♪

What the hell is this?

PEACHES:
That Navy guy.

Is-is that my money?

(scoffs)
Money? For what?

PEACHES:
For the guy.

For the guy that-- that you...

you wanted me to... to kill.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hey, Peaches.

-What the hell happened?
(stammering): I don't know.

Bull. You tipped off Deegan.

No, I-I didn't.

You heard the whole thing.

You're lying.

I promise.

On my mother's good name.

Your mother's in prison.

What do you think?

How did Deegan know
this was a setup?

Well, if Peaches tipped him off,
we missed it.

I don't know,
maybe some kind of code?

I-If Deegan knows
that I wore a-a wire,

I'm a dead man.

You have to arrest him.

- That's not how the law works.
- Why?

He ordered the hit.

Says you. We needed him
to admit it on tape.

I tried.

So what ha-- what happens now?

But...

(door opens)

Can we delay Peaches' release?

Maybe by 24 hours. Why?

Because Deegan still thinks
the lieutenant is dead.

SLOANE: And if we let Peaches go,
he could tell him.

Okay, so what's
the new plan?

So you're taking me to jail
while the guy

that wants me dead is walking
the streets?

Protective custody
is not jail, okay?

It's a hotel room.

And secondly, if someone wanted
me dead, I would sure want

to keep my head down
until I found out why.

I told you, I have no idea.

Look, think of the alternative.

The bounty is probably still
on your head.

You could go home and we could
just hope for the best.

(sighs deeply)

Okay.

- NCIS.
- We need to talk to Deegan.

He's busy.

Maybe talk later.

Maybe talk now.

It's okay, Burly.

NCIS.

You're new.

Usually it's the
FBI or the DEA.

It's tough to keep
you all straight.

Well, we're the ones
who are here to arrest you.

For murder,
by the way.

Oh. Well, I admire
your confidence.

As misplaced as it may be.

What's this?

It's two iced teas.

That is what you ordered
earlier, correct?

When you were watching
from the booth?

You see,

a good businessman knows
his customers.

Not customers.

We just wanted to let
you know that your boy

Peaches is in custody
for killing a Navy lieutenant.

He said that you ordered
the hit.

Did he now?

Huh.

Well, why would I do that?

We've got the
DEA file on you.

You're being investigated
for drug dealing.

And now
one of your own soldiers

is accusing you of murder.

The walls are closing in,
Deegan.

Well, I appreciate
you stopping by.

(clears throat)

Oh, NCIS.

Don't forget your bug.

(laughs)

(door slams)

Hey.

Make yourself at home.

I was gonna chew you out for
not locking that door, but...

I see you have
nothing here worth stealing.

I thought we were gonna talk
in the morning.

What do you want, Mr. Sydney?

Call me John, okay?

You're not a kid
anymore. Come here.

Come here.

Listen, remember those yahoos

your dad and me
used to pal around with

after we came home
from, from Normandy?

No.

12 veterans from World War II,
all, all from Stillwater High.

We called ourselves the...

Last Man Club.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Now that LJ's gone,

you're the last man.

Not exactly a title
I wanted to hold, but...

here I am.

Which means I've got to fulfill
the Last Man Club oath.

To collect all of these
from every man.

These military ID bracelets?

Yeah. I'm glad to see you
wearing your dad's.

You know what it says
on the back?

"Forever Linked."

We all got the
same inscription

and vowed that the last man
alive would

track down all the bracelets,

and when he died, they'd go
in the ground with him.

I know it sounds corny, but...

No, not yet.

After we find LJ's.

We?

Yeah, his son can't
find it, he says that LJ

might have put it in a lockbox

in that general store
he owned with your dad.

Look, that was a long time ago.

I gave the store away
after Dad died.

I know.

Yeah, that's...
that's why I need you.

I'll pick you up
in the morning.

N-No.

I can't do that in the morning.

I'm in the middle
of an investigation.

So am I, Leroy Jethro.

I need you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(knocking on door)

Good morning, sunshine.

You're late.

It's 8:03.

Like I said, late.

How's the lieutenant?

Never left the bedroom.

Slept like a baby.

Now eating breakfast.

Two things I want to be doing
instead of talking to you.

Hey, probie.

Graveyard shift
is no reason

to be disrespecting
your fellow agents.

VENTURA:
Right.

Sorry.

Sir.

My nightly report
is on the table.

Anything else?

Go get some sleep.

(high-pitched):
Damn.

(normal voice):
Yo, man.

Way to get
in that probie's grill.

I was a probie a long time.

Can't act like that.

Well, no phone
calls, no visitors.

Lieutenant, how are we doing?

Actually, I could get used to
this protective custody thing.

Well, good,

'cause unfortunately,
we can't let you leave just yet.

We still have a few, uh, screws
to turn on this Deegan thing.

(knocking on door)

Agent Ventura forget something?

She has her own key.

(knocking)

Get in the bathroom.

- Seriously?
- Go.

(knocking)

Who is it?

MAN:
Room service. Breakfast.

He already had breakfast.

One second.

(mouthing)

(grunting)

NCIS!

What the hell do
you think you're doing?

I-I have breakfast. An omelet.

We already have breakfast.
Who sent you?

Just read the door menu.

The cart has
a menu on it.

- Well?
- It's an omelet.

I told you.

If this guy's legit...

JOHNSON:
Agent McGee!

(thud)

TORRES:
Lieutenant.

(choking)

Stay with me.

Call 911.

Try to breathe,
try to breathe.

Slow it down,

slow it down.

TORRES:
This is weird, man.

I mean, we just took
these exact same photos.

Yeah, but he's not
getting up this time.

Okay, so I'm thinking
that this was...

Poison?

Yeah, that or a drug overdose.

See the foamy discharge,
clammy skin.

These pinpoint pupils.

Hey. Drew a sketch
of the suspect.

Agent Ventura got a
pretty good look at him.

Posed as a room service guy.

This one of Deegan's guys?

- Has to be.
- Surveillance cameras?

Only got the back of his head,
so the sketch is all we've got.

Lieutenant Johnson
brought his cell phone,

which we told him
not to do.

It's probably how Deegan
tracked him down.

This is our fault.

Yeah.

BISHOP: If Nick and I
didn't get made,

the sting would've worked.

And Deegan would be in jail,

Lieutenant Johnson would
probably still be alive,

but, I mean, that is
if it was Deegan.

Deegan's a drug dealer.

Lieutenant Johnson died
of a drug overdose.

You do the math.

Oh, yeah? Prove it.

I am so sorry, Lieutenant.

Our team tried everything
to protect you, and we failed.

(elevator bell dings)

And that is a tragedy.

Palmer, what do we got?

I just sent the stomach contents
up to Kasie.

Should hear something soon.

All right, call me when we do.

Oh, a-and, Gibbs.

I'm so sorry to hear about
your dad's friend passing away.

Yeah, thanks, Palmer.

Yeah, Mr. Sydney said
that he and your dad

were super
close as well.

He said that he used
to live with you

when you were growing up.

Uh-huh.

What else did he say?

You know? Nothing.

He... that's all he said.

Palmer.

Okay, well, it's just that, uh,

Mr. Sydney said he couldn't
get his act together

after he left the Army.

And your dad took him
in, got him a job.

Said that he used
to take you fishing,

just the two of you,
down at Old Morris Pond.

What are you doing,

writing a book on this guy?

No, unless you think I should.

Listen,

what did he mean

when he told you
"time heals all wounds"?

Evacuate autopsy!

What?

Get out, get out,
get out, get out!

Carfentanil.
At least six milligrams.

- Oh, wow.
- Emergency showers.

- Go.
- No, the last time I used

that shower, I got this
nasty toe fungus that...

Wait, what is carfentanil?

Torres touched the food,
and he's showering now.

And you could have been exposed
to airborne particles down here.

- What is carfentanil?
- Sorry. (stammers)

Carfentanil is the-- a very
concentrated form of fentanyl.

Used as an elephant
tranquilizer.

But I was extremely careful
when I washed the body, so...

Palmer, go. Shower, go now.

Nasty toe fungus, here I come.

(exhales)

Now, Leroy's fastball
wasn't exactly fast,

so I, I said, "You better learn
how to throw a breaking ball."

- You were his coach?
- Not really,

but we spent a whole winter
working on a curveball,

and he-he got it.

So what happened
when spring rolled around?

He doesn't know.

No, I-I-I wasn't
around, but...

I'll bet you won
a few games.

Are you ready to go?

Go?

(clears throat)
Uh...

John, like I said,
Gibbs won't leave

in the middle of a case.

Well, do it for LJ.

Do it for your dad.
They made a promise.

A man's only as good
as his word.

Come on. Get your ass in my car.

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

(line beeping)

Hi.

Hey, we can handle
things here.

Torres and McGee
are out retracing

the lieutenant's footsteps.

You'll be back
before they're done.

(drawer closes)

Bishop, McGee's got lead.

Where are they going?

Their hometown.

Those two have
a history.

Hopefully they'll work it out.

It's a long drive to Stillwater.

MEGAN:
Yeah, I-I seen him.

Maybe.

Well, which one is it,
yeah or maybe?

What make of car he got?

Black Subaru.

Rip in the driver's seat.
Sat right there.

I stayed late to finish.
That was Monday.

Well, according
to the cell phone GPS,

Lieutenant Johnson was here
Monday and Tuesday.

Didn't see him Tuesday.

Why come to the shop
if he's not gonna...

speak to the owner?

That surveillance camera work?

You bet.
Holds a full week on DVR.

Ah.

Let me get it.

Ooh, bacon brown sugar chips.

You eat those things?

No, man, those are gross.

Bishop loves them, and I kind of
owe her for texting her date

that she couldn't go out.

Oh.

Hey, you got a buck?

What, you don't have
a dollar on you?

Cash is for suckers.

- I got a five.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

Where's my change?

Not my problem.

There's an 800 number
if you got a complaint.

McGEE:
No, don't worry about it.

Thank you for this.
We'll return it

as soon as
we're finished.

Okay.

Really?

I had four dollars credit.

Oh.

SYDNEY:
Yes, sir. Route 83,

about another hundred miles.

I know my way to Stillwater.

This is why I wanted
to take the truck.

You kidding me?

That old jalopy would have
broken down halfway there.

We are broken down
halfway there.

No, no. She's just resting.

Little water, a little time,
she'll be purring like a cat.

Ow.

You need oil, too.

Oil's in the trunk.

I'm not crazy, you know.

I never said you were crazy.

You don't return
phone calls.

You're a good son, Leroy.

Jackson would've
been proud of you.

I never had kids.
My greatest regret.

You were the closest thing
I ever had to a son.

Didn't I teach you
how to change the oil

in a, in a car just like this?

No. Dad did.

You taught me how to play craps.

(laughing)

Okay, what am
I looking at?

Megan Boone's
upholstery shop.

And that's someone
that I am calling

"Blonde Guy."
Hm.

I think he's the reason the
lieutenant went back on Tuesday.

So they talk
for a few minutes,

and then the lieutenant
hands Blonde Man an envelope.

(groans) Wish we could see
what was inside.

Oh, but we can.

Freeze and enhance.

Is that a hundred-dollar bill?

- Yup.
- There's more underneath.

Can you fun facial recognition
on Blondie?

Tried.
Came up empty.

Oh, my gosh.

What?
You recognize him?

Maybe.

This is my sketch

of the suspect who brought
the poison omelet.

Uh, looks like
the same guy,

which means...

Lieutenant Johnson
knew the man who killed him.

We got an ID on the suspect?

Uh, no, not yet.

- Can we tie him to Deegan?
- We're working on it, sir.

Work faster.

I signed off on this deal
and it went sideways. (phone rings)

I want to get this investigation
back on track.

- Yeah.
McGEE: Hey.

Kasie found something

on the auto shop
surveillance tape.

Watch what Blonde Man does
after Lieutenant Johnson leaves.

TORRES: He must work
for the vending machine company.

Yeah, well, whoever he is,

we can probably
get his prints.

Oh, shoot,
am I eating evidence?

Who owns the machine?

It's not the shop owner.

She just leases out the space.

I have left three messages
with the machine's

1-800 number, and I'm still
waiting on a response.

- Get a warrant.
- Warrant.

Warrant.

SYDNEY: There used to be
a great old German bakery

right there.
You get back here much?

I haven't been to Stillwater
since Dad died.

I called you about his funeral.

We're here.

SYDNEY:
Well, it's 3:15.

We should've fixed
the car faster.

We tried.
Let's head back.

Hey, Sydney.
You dragged me

all the way out here,
now, what-- you're gonna quit?

I thought you'd be happy.
You don't have time

to stay overnight.

Come on, let's go.

It was a long shot anyway.

I don't understand you.

Like you're an open book.

Hey, Leroy,
the car's this way.

(knocking)

Gibbs.
What a surprise.

Hello, Cal. Hope we're
not interrupting.

Oh, no, no. I wish I knew
you were coming,

but sure, come in, come in.

No, sorry. We can't.

Well, what brings you back
to the old hometown?

Hey, I'm Cal Frazier.

John Sydney.
Believe it or not,

I used to live in
the Gibbs house for a time.

Wow.
Well, a lot's changed.

Those damn big-box stores
have put

a lot of mom-and-pop shops
out of business.

- Not you.
- Nope.

General store's
still hanging on.

So speaking of the store,

we're looking for one of these.
We thought maybe

it might've been left inside
somewhere along the line.

Uh, sorry, no. I haven't seen
anything like that.

But I did find something
when I was cleaning out

the old storeroom last summer.
Just let me grab it.

Thanks.

What a time warp, huh?

I can remember

you racing your bike
up and down these streets.

Yeah, I remember.

Everything.

Leroy, let-let's cut
the crap, okay?

You got a problem, just say it.

I got nothing to say.

Oh, baloney.
What-what, I'm an old man,

you don't think I can take it?

You really want
to talk about this?

Damn right. You've been wanting
to say something to me

ever since I got back.

- Why did you leave?
- What?

When I was a kid.

Why did you leave our house?

Oh, boy.

Leroy...

after the war,

your dad and me
drank a lot.

We used to go out
carousing

almost every night
with the guys.

But that's not exactly conducive

to raising a family.

I thought you were family.

Your mother didn't.

She came in one morning
and said,

"Okay, war's over.
Playtime's over.

John, get out."

Yeah, but you just left.

You n-you never said goodbye.

I'm so sorry, son.

I... I guess...

I guess I just didn't know how.

Tell you the truth,
I wasn't-I wasn't well.

(door opens)

Sorry for the wait.

Uh, hope it has
what you're looking for.

Thank you.

No. No. No.

- No. No.
BISHOP: Kasie, you okay?

No.

I'm being outsmarted
by a vending machine.

There's no keyhole anywhere.

Not that I have the key,
but... still.

- Just break the glass.
- Oh, I tried.

- It's bulletproof.
- Hmm.

Bulletproof glass
for candy bars?

That's actually
only the beginning.

(alarm buzzing)

Vibration alarm.

On a vending machine?

KASIE: And it's not even
plugged in. It must be

on a backup battery.
And that's not to mention

the HD camera that's recording
every transaction.

You know, ATMs
aren't this secure.

Uh, stupid question,
but did you call the 800 number?

Only 13 times.
And left 13 messages.

It's all good. Just give me
two minutes and a sledgehammer.

Um, and have you destroy
evidence that might lead us

to Blonde Guy?
No thanks.

I'll find another way
into Fort Knox.

What's so valuable
in here that's worth

all this protection?

I didn't blame your mother.

She was just trying
to protect her family.

She didn't have to
throw you out.

You needed help.

Oh, she tried to help me out.

I didn't want any help.

So I just left town.

Well, it might've helped
to know the truth.

Maybe, but how could I explain
that to a nine-year-old

when I couldn't even
explain it to myself?

My dad should've told me.

(chuckling): Well, he was
a stubborn old bastard.

(chuckles)
No argument there.

(laughs)

I never thought we'd find
that bracelet.

Where's your bracelet?
You lose it?

Why do you say that?

Well, because I think
if you had it,

you'd be wearing it.

No, I did not lose it.

I threw it away.

You what? Why?

I was angry.

And-and ashamed.

On the day
I-I moved out, I... I just

threw it in the trash,

quit the club,

left town.

So why are you doing this?

We all made a vow.

And I was...

last one left.

And a man's only as good
as his word.

Oh, yeah.

Life... has a funny way

of slapping you
in the face sometimes.

Thanks, Randy.
I'll take it from here.

Mm-hmm.

Here you go.

All right. Your personal
effects. Let's go.

I have to?

Yeah, just be thankful
you're not going to jail.

Jail would be safer.

Deegan will find me.

Rats never snitch twice.

Go ahead.

Okay. Thank you.

For nothing.

(sighs) I have hit a brick wall
trying to figure out

who owns
this machine.

Sorry, Timbaland.

This an
X-ray machine?

Technically, an industrial

radiology system.

- Sees through metal.
- Indeed, it does.

- What am I looking at?
- An image of the inside

of the left side panel
of the vending machine.

I think that's
the deadbolt.

All right, let's say it is--
then what?

Well, we unlock it.
All we have to do is move it

two inches left.

How? The bolt's
inaccessible.

Unless you have the key.

An internal magnet lock.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.
Want to help me locate it?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

So, according
to the X-ray,

the lock is 42 inches

from the ground,
12 inches in from the front.

Oh.

Hmm...

- Ah.
- Yup, there it is,

right there.

Open. Open.

Open...

(lock clicks)

Oh, baby, we did it!
We are in!

Nice job, Kasie.
(grunts)

Ah!

Okay, now, let's see what...

(grunts)

Whoa.

McGEE:
Kasie. Kasie, talk to me.

Wake up.
Kasie, wake up.

Call 911.

Yes, sir.
(coughing)

Kasie?

Kasie, can you hear me?

Why are you yelling?

Oh, my God,
are you okay?

Ow. I don't know.

What happened?

Oh! Oh, what happened
to my hands?

- That thing shocked me?
- No.

It electrocuted you.

Oh, damn.

- Oh, help me up.
- No, no, no.

You're going to the hospital.

That's a better idea.

Hey, look.
I knocked the power out.

That thing's defenseless.
You can look inside.

Nice job, Kasie.

Ow.
(coughs)

GIBBS:
Hey, how's Kasie?

Uh, okay. Doctors say that
she'll recover. She just needs

some rest and less electricity.

I'm glad you were there, McGee.

Yeah, me too.
How was your field trip?

What do we got?

Uh, well, we hacked into

the vending
machine's CPU,

and it's connected to a
network of eight others

around D.C. All act as
regular vending machines,

selling junk food, but

also, as it turns out...

something else.

They are called
Kicker Mintz.

Yes, I can see that.

What am I doing
holding a box of mints?

Well, it's not real.
It's a fake product,

designed to hide what's inside.

- Oxycodone.
- 12 pills.

40 milligrams each.
You put $300 in the machine,

you get a container.
We pulled three grand

out of the machine's
money processor.

Which explains all of
the high-tech security.

Pretty ingenious way
to sell drugs--

prescription pills
hidden in plain sight,

positioned
all over the city.

We got prints?

We found one
on the inside of the glass.

I'm waiting on a hit now.

We also
pulled touch DNA

off of one of
the Kicker Mintz containers.

Running STR analysis now.

You two can do all this
without Kasie?

KASIE:
No, they can't.

But they're helping.

She insisted
on coming back, boss.

Nuh-uh.
Doctor said rest.

I am resting.

Watch as I deliver
this fantastic news

in a very calm manner.

Little help?

Yeah, sure.

All right. Okay.

- Grazie.
- Mm-hmm.

We got a hit on the DNA.

BISHOP:
Oh. Blond guy's name is

Oliver Sherry.

Bishop, with me.
McGee, get an address.

Working on it.

Kasie, go home.

Oh, yeah, I'm fried.

Oliver Sherry.

Convictions for assault,
armed robberies,

et cetera, et cetera.

Eh, he's just another
Deegan stooge.

I want the man himself.

Hopefully Gibbs
can get this guy to turn.

Not a good day for you, Oliver.

Found you in possession
of hundreds of tablets

of oxycodone.

Yeah, I don't know
anything about that.

I just load the machines.

And deliver poisoned omelets.

The agent that answered the door
already ID'd you.

Well, if I don't follow orders,

I'm the one gagging
on the poison omelet.

Okay, so who gave the order?

(chuckles)
Forget it.

I talk, I die.

Then you
got a problem.

'Cause here you are,
talking.

And we're gonna make sure
that everybody knows about it.

Or...

you could walk
through door number two.

Tell us what we need to know.

And then we're gonna
take down your boss.

And you'll live
to weasel another day.

Going once, going twice,

going...
What do you want to know?

Why did Lieutenant Johnson

give you an envelope
full of cash?

Vending machine screwed up.

He bought a bag of peanuts

and it gave him
600 bucks in change.

Johnny Appleseed called
the 800 number to give it back.

He started
asking questions.

Could have blown the entire op.

You guys are gonna
get me killed.

Not if you are willing
to go on record

and say that Deegan ordered
the hit on the lieutenant.

Uh... Deegan?

You think Michael Deegan
is my boss?

Daddy's home.

Welcome back, boss.

(chuckling)
Well played.

Can't believe it.

They actually let you walk.

Well, of course they did.

Did you ever doubt me?

Only you could get away with
an attempted murder charge.

You want something to eat,
something to drink?

Come on, sit, sit.

What about my machines?

I want all the Kicker Mintz
cleared out.

Oliver Sherry's already on it.

Good.

I have to lay low
for a little while.

Not a problem.

So what can I do?

You...

can walk out the back door.

Why'd you talk to NCIS?

Listen, I-I had
to talk to them, okay?,

They came in here.
I did not snitch.

Please. Please, you
got to believe me.

TORRES:
Go ahead and drop it.

He was gonna kill me.

I was-I was scared for my life.

All right, boss.

SYDNEY:
Jack Fontaine.

The guy could sleep standing up.

Max Sprague.

Got shot twice
in a firefight

and just...

...he just kept coming.

(sniffles)

Albert Renquist.

Five-foot tall, six-foot wife.
(laughs)

Now L.J. Moore.

Well, Leroy,

we did it.

The last man promise
is fulfilled.

Not yet.

This is for you, John.

I don't understand.

Where'd you get this?

Did you make this?

You make this?

I-I don't know...
I don't know what to say.

That's the last link.

Well...

now you're the last man.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I will make sure, John...

that you are buried
with your brothers.

Thanks.

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