All language subtitles for NCIS S07E10 Faith-eng

We can get arrested for this.

Oh, come on.

It's one little Christmas tree.

Why pay when we can just cut it down?

Because this is a park.

It's Christmas.

It's illegal.

It's what our grandparents used to do.

Hey, Lara.

What?

I like this whole criminal sexy thing.

Stop it!

So what's it gonna be
this Christmas, huh?

A little naughty or nice?

Dean, wait! Wait!

- Wait.
- What?

Oh, my gosh.

What's he doing?

Hey, mister.

You all right?

Must be freezing.

Sir?

Sir?

Call the police.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

- Loretta, thanks for
the ride. - Bye-bye.

- You drive careful now.
- Have a good time.

Hey, Dad.

I didn't expect you till tonight.

Well, I like my pilots
caffeinated and fresh.

I caught an earlier flight.

Yeah, but you should have called.

I would have picked you up.

No matter. I made it.

Yeah, you did.

Ah.

Too many years since I was here last.

Yeah. Whose fault is that, huh?

We gonna do this again, son?

Come on in.

Old place looks pretty good.

Yeah, well, it could
use a coat of paint.

Couldn't we all?

Well, look at this.

Hope you didn't get all
decked out on my account.

Plenty of comfortable hotels nearby.

I'll be fine just as long
as I have a working clicker.

There's the clicker.

No cable.

Color?

I'll manage.

Okay, that's your bed.

What happened to the guest room?

It's not a guestroom anymore.

The, uh, the cupboard's
not totally empty.

Maybe I'll cook us something.

As long as it's not your
Stroganoff, knock yourself out.

What's wrong with my Stroganoff?

I'm still surprised you came, dad.

It's good to be with
family at Christmas.

Yeah.

You gonna be okay here alone?

I'll be fine, yeah.

You go to work.

Death doesn't take a holiday.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

Leave my number right here by the phone.

You need anything, Ericson family

two doors down same side of the street,

they're always home.

Leroy...

I'm glad to be here.

It's freezing this morning.

Man up, chilly willy.

Feel that warm blood
coursing through your veins.

Get in touch with your
inner McGrizzly Adams.

I got hand warmers.

Give me one.

No.

I'm not cold at all.

That's because you're
cold-blooded, David,

like a lady Komodo dragon.

Ice queen, frigid and deadly.

And I remembered to wear
my thermal underwear.

I'll give you 50 bucks for it right now.

It wouldn't fit. You're too big.

They'll stretch. Hand them over.

Crime scene gloves.

Triple bag for insulation.

God, there's got to be a
better way to avoid frostbite.

There is. Get to work.

Right. On it, boss. Oh.

Marine First Lieutenant Thomas Ellis.

Married, decorated,

third generation marine.

Father's a retired marine
colonel, George Ellis,

who is now an ordained minister.

Second career.

Second calling.

Well, his son experienced
the call of the wild.

Going barefoot and without gloves

in this weather is
ill-conceived, to say the least.

Was not a robbery.

Money and credit cards are still here.

Not much in the backpack
except for a towel

and what I think is some soapy water.

Frozen soap residue
under his fingernails

confirms your discovery.

It's an odd place to take a bath.

Could have at least turned
around, enjoy the view.

Yeah, if he had, it
might have saved his life.

Recent footprints here

indicate the attacker
came from this direction.

Used a compass. It's facing east.

Why would a marine not
even attempt to fight back?

Lift him up, Duck.

Look under his knees.

Agent McGee, if you would be so kind.

It is called a sajada.

An Iislamic prayer rug.

Well, son of a preacher
man was... muslim.

He was praying when he was killed.

As a marine, Ellis officially
changed his religious status

eight months ago from
Christian to Muslim.

That was clearly not
just a passing interest.

Fruit of the Month might be good.

Maybe a foot massager.

Gee, Tony, never pegged
you as a catalog shopper.

Well, that's 'cause I'm not, Tiny Tim,

but desperate times call
for desperate measures.

I took these from my
neighbor's doorstep.

You stole them?

Doorstep's considered a common area.

I would never steal mail.

That's a federal offense.

Ooh, hold the phone, Malone.

Little bit of lingerie.

Nice. What do you get for
the shrew who has everything?

Is this for the, um, Secret Santa?

How did I end up with Delores
Bromstead in Human Resources?

She's a miserable Grinch of a woman.

Can't argue with you there.

Once wished her a happy Valentine's
Day, she claimed sexual harassment.

You ever seen her smile?

No.

Stop it, both of you.

She is a single,
middle-aged, lonely woman.

Have some compassion.

Must be tough living up
there on Mount Crumpit.

Scheming to take Christmas
away from poor Cindy Lou Who.

Why do I bother?

Careful, or I'll take your present back.

We have a rule, remember? No presents.

But if I had gotten
you one, you'd be sorry.

DiNozzo desk.

- DiNozzo!
- Hey, boss.

- You know where the
Ellises live? - Uh... no-no.

- Find out.
- Yes.

- Get there.
- I'll meet you there.

- Now.
- Right away.

Gibbs?

Yeah, he wants me to meet him

over at Colonel Ellis's house.

Don't touch my catalogs.

Was it a hate crime?

Don't know yet. It's a possibility.

How long were you and the
lieutenant married, Mrs. Ellis?

Uh, two years.

Thom had just gotten
back from his second tour,

so we hadn't really spent
any real time together.

Nothing tests a marriage like the Corps.

Nature of the beast.

I forgot you were a marine, Agent Gibbs.

I remember you, Colonel.

It's Reverend now.

Why the change?

When my wife died,

I wanted to be closer to God.

Now he's taken my son, as well.

If you don't mind my asking, Mrs. Ellis,

when did you and Thom meet?

College here in Maryland.

Um, he swam, and I played softball.

After he joined the
Corps, things changed.

He, uh...

He started studying the Koran,

and he said it would
make him a better marine.

Within the first year, though, he was...

he was reciting prayers, and

he was thinking about converting.

I blame myself for this.

Did I push my beliefs on Thomas?

Was all this islamic
study just to spite me?

I asked a friend of mine,

a muslim navy chaplain,

to reach out to him.

Maybe he can make
some sense of all this.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

This is my younger son, Patrick.

What-what happened?

What's wrong?

Thomas is dead, Pat.

Your brother's gone.

Come here.

Lieutenant, when you knelt
to commune with your maker,

did you have any idea
you'd be seeing him so soon?

I think not.

Is it true that muslims
pray five times a day?

To be called muslim, yes.

It is one of the five pillars of islam.

I don't do anything five times a day.

Salaat, as it is called,

certainly takes dedication.

Yeah, perhaps

if humanity focused
less on what separates us

from one other,

and more on what we could
learn from our differences,

we would stop killing one another.

That is what I pray for.

You're not the only one,
Duck. What do you got?

Well, I'm waiting for
the cleric until I begin

the autopsy proper,
but cursory examination

indicates blunt force trauma
to the parietal lobe, and

multiple lacerations to
his shoulders and neck.

It's deep.

Yeah, and oddly angled.

The blow was delivered in
a downward slicing motion.

Delivered with what?

Ah, good question.

Whatever it was was cylindrical.

We found paint residue and some
kind of thread in the wound.

Yeah, well, we'll
have to wait until Abby

is done with her analysis.

However, there is still much to surmise.

The lieutenant has minor
scratches on the soles of his feet.

And due to soap traces
on his lower appendages,

it appears that Lieutenant
Ellis cleansed his feet again

before returning to prayer.

Which means he most
likely knew his attacker.

Trusted 'em enough to turn
his back on them, Duck.

And paid for that misplaced
trust with his life.

Mmm. These chocolates are delicious!

Hey, Dad.

- I love chocolate.
- Stop making my team fat.

- I'd really like another one.
- Gibbs, why didn't you

tell us your father was coming?

I didn't think he'd actually show.

Go ahead.

Have another one, bubble butt.

My metabolism is slowing with age.

It's nothing a post-holiday
cleanse won't cure.

Come on, it's just
candy for the holidays.

Homemade.

Best in Stillwater.

Ms. Hannigan, huh?

She's been after you
ever since Mom died.

She means well.

Been cooking for me lately.

She does put together a
hell of a care package...

when people are hurting.

Our instincts were right, boss.

The widow did have a
fling while the lieutenant

was overseas with a
banker named James Hanlin,

- from Chevy Chase, Maryland.
- Any recent contact?

Uh, not that I can tell.

Called it off when
the husband found out.

Assalamu alikum.

Wa alikum assalam.

I'm Chaplain El-Sayed.

I'm looking for Special Agent Gibbs.

Thank you.

Most people don't know
that the Marine code

is not unlike the code of islam,

as written in the holy Koran.

Honor, courage, commitment.

Same three philosophies
that islam teaches.

Yet, ignorance and bigotry
remain a problem in the military.

Well, ignorance isn't unique
to any one group, Agent David.

All we can do is try our best to educate

and pray for acceptance as a whole.

Lieutenant Ellis--
he find acceptance?

Like many of the islamic marines
I counsel, Thomas tried, but

opposition can be overwhelming.

Yet, he stuck with it,
determined to become a muslim.

Because, I think, he found something
that was missing in his life.

Thomas referred to his
awakening as a devout epiphany.

That's when he became Tareef Bashir.

Yes.

And how did the rest of his unit react

to his conversion?

Well, some were open to it.

Others not so much.

They found his need to
pray multiple times a day

inopportune and dangerous.

Was any one marine more
vocal about it than any other?

Thomas did ask me to personally speak

to a First Sergeant Louis Tibbens.

Successful?

Well, let's just say that
some battles can never be won.

Spoke to Ellis's CO. He was
on vacation with his family,

but he did confirm that Tibbens
and Ellis did not get along.

Hmm.

Louis Tibbens, home on
leave. Athens, West Virginia.

Population: 900.

Bigger than Stillwater.

But does it have the charm?

Or the perpetual smell of coal.

I always liked that smell.

Keep going.

Yes, uh...

no criminal priors, boss,

uh, but Tibbens does have two
NJPs for being disrespectful

to a superior officer.

Tony, you and Ziva find Tibbens. McGee,

look into Ellis's muslim life.

As Tareef Bashir?

Let's see if two names
means he's leading two lives.

How the hell can you
sit like this all day?

No, I'm serious.

You'd think, after all these years,

they'd give you a couple
of walls, some privacy.

Come on. Got a job for you.

Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

Here.

You're building toys.

Wow.

No.

We're building toys.

So, when did you get into the spirit?

Oh, I don't know.

For me, it's more about the wood,

though having that deadline
of the 24th has been good.

You don't believe in Santa,
but you believe in hobbies.

As long as you believe
in something, I guess.

It settles my mind, Dad.

Keeps my hands busy.

Uh-huh.

So, you want me to finish all this,

paint it and put it together, huh?

If you want. It's up to you.

If it settles my mind.

You want to let those kids down

at the children's
hospital, go right ahead.

You're trying to Tom Sawyer me

into whitewashing a fence for you.

No, not for me.

With me.

If you feel up to it.

Go to work.

There's a steak in the fridge.

We'll talk when I get back.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Dad.

I mean that.

Okay.

If Santa's looking for Rudolph,

I think I know what happened.

Tibbens' sister described
this place perfectly.

So, this is where a "red
throat" would hang out

after being overseas for months.

It's not red throat; it's redneck.

- Oh.
- And I think we found

the entire cast of Hee Haw.

Over there.

That's him.

Hmm. With his brother, Darryl,
and his other brother, Darryl?

First Sergeant Tibbens.

Call me Tibbs.

They call you Mr. Tibbs?

Who the hell are you?

NCIS. I'm Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

This is my probationary
sidekick, Agent Ziva David.

What's the problem?

Thomas Ellis. He's dead.

Allah didn't save his ass, huh?

Guess he should have gone
back to Iraq where he belonged.

Where were you at dawn this morning?

Why, do I need an alibi?

Couldn't hurt.

I was in a hunting blind.

With these two.

Can you prove it?

Got a six-point buck
in the bed of my pickup.

How is that for proof?

But I bet a pretty little thing like
you never killed nothing before, huh?

I'll never tell.

Oh, boy. Uh, you're going to have

to come down to NCIS with us. Come on.

I got a better idea.

How about this one comes
back to my place and...

decorates my tree.

Oh, no.

Happy Hanukkah.

Now, let's go.

Ziva, no!

Easy, easy. Heel.

Sit down.

My turn.

Red throats.

Rednecks.

Whatever.

What people believe in
is their own business,

but the brass knows
having a devout Muslim

riding patrols could
blow up in our faces.

Really? Why?

Hajis think when a white marine
starts reciting the Fatiha,

he's mocking them, and
they hate him for it.

And they hate us even
more, so we get concerned.

You get concerned--
enough to kill?

Wasn't me.

So, if it wasn't you, who was it, then?

He knows something.

Could be anyone.

Who?

Look, somebody out there

felt strong enough
to offer us money--

good money--
to get Ellis

to quit the Corps for good.

So, someone paid you guys to be bigots?

It was for the safety of the unit.

So, somebody offered you money.

Who?

Don't know.

Traveled word of mouth.

We answered to a PO
box, got wired the money.

No questions asked.

Oh, my God. Remember
freshman year--

Ms. Santa?

Abby?

McGee, you're here.

Hey, got any, uh, specifics

on the metal we pulled
from Ellis's wound?

It's, uh... mass spec's
working on it as we speak.

But there's someone you have to meet.

This is one of my very bestest friends

in the whole world.

We went to college together,

and she's the lab tech
over at the VA now.

Carol Wilson, Special Agent McGee.

How goes it, McGee?

Goes great.

Much better than this guy.

Santa-- I don't know
why he did the lap band.

I told him not to.

Well, you
know, Santa--

can't have a lap band,
you know. He's got to be...

Doesn't work.

- What are you
drinking? - Um, Caf-nog.

It's an old family recipe.

Speaking of
families-- tell him.

Oh.

This is my nephew, Fisher.

How cute is he?

His mother, my sister, is stationed

on a naval destroyer
in the Indian Ocean.

Fisher has been staying with
Carol until she gets back.

I took Fisher to the mall today.

Watched as kid after kid sat
on some lame-ass Santa's lap

and asked for toys, video games.

But not Fisher.

All Fisher asked for was to
see his mom on Christmas Eve.

On a destroyer?

Yeah, so...

we thought you could help.

Look, I sympathize, okay, but

satellite feeds to the
Indian Ocean are restricted

to all but the highest
priority communications.

What's a higher priority
than a little boy

that wants to see his mom on Christmas?

McGee-- he's, like,
a miracle worker.

If anyone can do this,

he can. Right, McGee?

Boss, I've been running bank records

on each marine in Ellis's unit.

So far, only two marines,
including First Sergeant Tibbens,

accepted a bribe--
four grand apiece.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

All the money was drawn from
the same overseas account

- and deposited around the same time.
- It's a dummy corp.

Interpol is checking into it.

Tell them to check faster.

You do it.

Not you, boss. You.

I mean, how many languages
do you speak, anyway?

Including the language of love, ten.

Yeah. Gibbs.

- Leroy, you have to come home.
- Dad, I can't.

I need you here. I almost
burned your house down.

You did what?!

Sir, everything's okay.

Hey, guys. Thanks.

No problem.

Dad... you okay?

When was the last time
you... you cleaned that flue?

The damn fireplace was all clogged.

What is all this?

Boxes.

Decorations?

They're your mom's stuff.

No use leaving 'em at home, I...

had 'em shipped

for the tree.

It's a beauty, isn't it?

Yeah,

yeah, it's good, it's fine.

Will you please stop patronizing me?

If you don't like what
I'm doing, speak up.

Dad, I am trying to make this work.

And I'm not?

Will you please put
that box in another room?

I don't like being around what's in it.

It's secure.

It's dangerous.

Why won't you do what I ask?

How come everything with
you ends up in an argument?

For just once, will you
listen to what I'm asking you?!

All right, all right, I'll move it.

I'm going for a walk.

You want some company?

I'm all right. I'm fine.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Spoke to Interpol, boss.

Got the account that was paying
those guys to pressure Ellis.

You got a name?

Colonel George Ellis.

His father?

How dare you guys come in here
and accuse a decorated marine--

a reverend,
no less--

of hurting his own son.

It's a fact.

- It's a lie.
- Not according to the bank.

People do things for
such misguided reasons.

Well, marines aren't just people, sir.

You're right, Pat, they're not,

but they abide by the same laws.

Your father didn't.

Tina, we need to get in
touch with James Hanlin.

You have his number, right?

I mean, I understand.

You needed a shoulder to cry
on and he was happy to talk,

among other things.

Where were you the
morning Thom was killed?

With friends, and Patrick was at
school. Why are you doing this?

Because you're not
being straight with us.

It's okay, Tina.

They have a right to know everything.

You're correct, Agent DiNozzo,

but I didn't want him discharged.

I just wanted this
muslim nonsense to end.

You paid off the men he
trusted with his life.

Because I thought if Thom knew
he was putting them in danger,

he would stop being selfish.

What I did was wrong
but well-intentioned.

And if it led to my son's
death, then God forgive me,

and Thom's god, too.

One and the same, Colonel.

Do you really think
the colonel was involved

in his son's death?

Well, he has a congregation.

Humiliation can do
irrational things to people.

DiNozzo.

Agent DiNozzo, this
is Delores Bromstead.

It's her.

Hi, Delores.

- Is something wrong?
- No, I...

I- I just... I-
I have a cold.

Delores.

Uh-huh.

Human resources, the Grinch.

- Oh.
- Watch, watch, watch.

This is going to be really good.

You crack me up.

- Not funny. My office...
- No, it's not...

That's not funny.

- You be there.
- Of course I'll be there.

With bells on.

Big silver bells.

- Good-bye.
- Oka--

Someone broke my cover.

Oh.

She knows I'm her Secret Santa.

McGee, you wouldn't do that.

She wants me to meet her
at 6:00 on Christmas Eve.

To exchange gifts?

To wrap me in a cocoon of ivy

and suck the Christmas joy out of me.

Okay, I'm going to say this again.

She is probably someone who
just lacks social skills,

so be nice, get her something special,

kill her with kindness.

Or with a stake of
holly through the heart.

What should I get her?

David.

Ziva, meet me in Abby's lab.

All right.

Any of these things could
kill, but none of them did.

Any luck ID'ing the murder weapon?

This job is not about luck.

It's about the keen eye of science.

Abby...

Would I have called you down
here if I didn't have something?

Hold that thought.

Go ahead, taste one.

I'm sorry, Abby, I could never eat you.

I'll take one to go... for my dad.

- Aw.
- Abbs, I hope you have

something more than
a gingerbread cookie.

Yeah, I have aluminum and titanium.

I found minute particles in
Lieutenant Ellis's head wound.

How about a baseball bat?

That's a very good guess, Gibbs.

So I used the angle of impact,

the depth of the wound,
and the density of bone

to work my way backwards
to simulate the kill.

- Ho-ho-ho.
- What's that?

- On Dasher...
- Oh... oh, you weren't supposed...

- Merry Christmas...
- to see that.

Um, okay, here, so...

check out the death blow. It's the speed

at which it impacts Ellis's
skull that's what's impressive.

Watch this.

Whoever killed Lieutenant
Ellis was definitely athletic

and knew how to generate
some serious momentum.

Mrs. Ellis,

your father-in-law
said you were here.

I wanted to see where it happened.

I am Agent David from NCIS.

I hope you don't mind. Can we talk?

What could you possibly ask me

that your friends don't already know?

Look, I know we have brought
up some personal issues.

The affair you had while
your husband was overseas--

did he know about it?

Eventually.

He knew that James and
I were good friends.

You are in excellent shape, yes?

Agent David, what is
the purpose of this?

Do you still play softball?

- I'm sorry? -
Your husband--

he was killed by a blow to
the head, possibly by a bat.

The angle of the blow was unique.

And you think that I did it?

Well, you returned to the crime scene.

Look... I have a funeral to plan,

a military funeral for a hero

and a husband that I loved very deeply.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

And by... by the time I got there,

Leroy had fallen asleep,

he left the gate unlocked.

I don't remember what happened next.

Well, I spent the next 25 hours

trying to round up 26 missing sheep.

That's right.

- Hello, Jethro.
- That's right.

Your father has been regaling
me with stories of his youth.

We have a lot in common.

Naive heartbreak,

tales of adolescent...

chivalry.

Oh, oh, and fond memories

of skinny-dipping as children.

Duck. Uh?

Come on, getting late.

Oh, yeah, time to go.

Yes, there is Christmas
shopping to be done

and a roose to be goasted.

A goose to be roasted.

Ah, a pleasure to finally meet you.

Pleasure is all mine.

Where's my coat?

Okay.

What a sweet, lovely man, Jethro,

and certainly much warmer
than you depicted him,

and in many ways more
accessible than you are.

Duck,

please.

My dad?

Well, you understand I cannot make

a firm diagnosis on the
basis of such a short meeting,

but there is most
definitely something wrong.

Well, how bad?

That's an interesting question.

I doubt what you experienced
was any kind of dementia.

I mean, despite his disorientation,

your father shows

no signs of impaired recognition,

has no trouble solving problems.

He certainly doesn't have
any symptoms of motor aphasia.

Well, what the hell is wrong with him?

Something far more
old-fashioned, I believe.

Your father... is under

significant emotional distress,

the kind one sees when
one loses a loved one or...

I mean, has he experienced
any kind of trauma recently?

Well, it's nothing personal, Jethro,

but I don't think he came here

for your uplifting holiday cheer.

Martha Stewart, you are not.

Why'd he come?

Well, the answer to that
question is not in my purview.

You are, when all is said
and done, the investigator.

I prescribe some phone calls back home

on your father's behalf.

They just might prove enlightening.

Okay, so you're telling
me that Ensign Blake

cannot be reached on board?

Well, you know what?

This is an emergency.

I have direct orders from
Admiral... Nicholas Whitebeard.

Yes, yes, that is his name.

He's the admiral that oversees
the northern polar regions.

Great.

Okay, get back to me as
soon as possible, please.

Thank you.

Misplaced tidings of joy, McScrooge?

I'm donating my time to a very,
very worthy charity this year.

- How worthy?
- Very.

Who are you doing this favor for, McGee?

Abby, her friend, and the big man.

Gibbs?

- Nope.
- Director Vance?

Bigger... and rounder.

DiNozzo.

Yes, sir.

Oh.

Got it, yeah.

That was Director Vance;
he just spoke with SECNAV.

Colonel Ellis was visiting
his Chesapeake Bay home

at the time the lieutenant was killed.

SECNAV's house?

Yep.

- And the daughter-in-law?
- She drove him.

Thom stayed home.

Well, that is an airtight alibi.

So we have nothing.

In a manner of speaking.

All I want for Christmas
is a clue trail.

I must see Special Agent Gibbs.

Chaplain El-Sayed.

We have a problem.

I just got this in the mail.

The letter came through
the military postal service.

So it could have been
dropped in a box on any base.

By someone who has easy access to you.

So you think the threat is real?

Or a distraction if
we're getting too close.

NCIS will provide protection.

That won't be necessary.

You have a wife and a daughter.

Whom I love very much, but
I am also a Navy Chaplain.

A man of honor and pride.

Bullheaded stubbornness.

Look, as much as I am here

to pray for the injured and the dying,

I am also here to open
the minds of people.

To help them to understand the beauty

and strength of islam.

You talk to teenagers, Chaplain?

Yes. Before society dictates
for them what is and isn't moral.

You see, in the muslim religion,

the most immoral thing
a person can do is to not

accept someone who lives by
the pillars of islamic belief.

So, a while back, Thomas asked me

to speak to his brother's
prep school class.

So you spoke with Patrick Ellis?

I did.

And let me just say, it is amazing

how two siblings can
be so very different.

How fun would it be to have a
totally impromptu Christmas party,

like, right now?

We could decorate my test-tube tree,

we could warm up
dumplings in the incubator.

Abby!

I know. Typing.

I feel like Scrooge being
visited by three grumpy ghosts.

You want to see the attack again, right?

The point of impact.

Like I said, whoever
did this had agility,

speed and power on their side.

Well, if I don't mind saying so,

I have many of those qualities myself.

Ha!

Where's that generous
holiday spirit, probette?

Bah Hum-Bog.

Bah what?

Here's another angle, Gibbs.

Freeze it right there.

Patrick Ellis played lacrosse?

Yeah, team captain.

Abby, try lacrosse.

Checking.

Okay, today's lacrosse
sticks are a composite of

aluminum and titanium,

and the head is made out
of nylon and leather mesh.

The exact same breakdown
found in the wound.

Abel and Cain.

He killed his own brother.

Hey.

What's going on?

So, Patrick, we know
that you were at the park

the other morning with Thomas.

I was at school.

What are you talking about?

No. You went there to confront
him about being Muslim.

You argued, you lost your temper.

Most lacrosse players like
to run with their sticks.

Where's yours?

Dad, I-I just went on a... a run.

Is it broken, or did
you destroy the evidence?

I like the letter to the chaplain.

The cut-and-paste
letters-- very Zodiac.

Dad, you got to believe me.

Thom was embarrassing us.

People were laughing at him.

I did this for you.

Thomas just wanted to
find the good in people.

Yes, he found God, his
God, and that humiliated me,

but he was still my son.

But I'm your son, too.

You taught us to be proud, you know.

Proud of this family.

And when Thom changed,
everything changed,

because the one thing
this family always had

was honor, and he ruined that.

I loved him so much, and
he turned his back on us.

Mm-hmm.

I don't know. Maybe we
turned our back on him.

Not very traditional.

Yeah, it is.

Let's talk.

You called Betty Hannigan?

She told me to call the sheriff.

Ed sent you the report?

Uh-huh.

How about you fill in
some of the details?

He rumbled up in an old fastback.

Whole town could hear him.

Yeah. Dirt-kicker looking for trouble.

I guess.

The Dobson girl was in the store.

She had a friend visiting.

I
- I never got her name.

He said he come there to rob me.

He had a gun, Leroy.

I told him to take anything
he wanted from the register,

but... the girls were in the corner,

crouching, terrified.

He turned after them and...

Well, that's not the first time
you've fired that Winchester.

No.

It's not the first time
I killed somebody, either.

But it's the first time I saw the face.

Twenty-three.

Had a kid, somebody told me.

Looks different from up
there in the cockpit, huh?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

From up there, it doesn't
look like much of anything.

You pull the trigger,

feel the release, nothing.

I never even thought about it much.

Now, that's all I think about.

How did you do it all these years, son?

I need to know.

This why you came?

That and because it's Christmas.

It's not supposed to be easy.

Nobody said it would be, huh?

No.

Attention on deck!

I can't. I can't.

Of course you can.

- Go back. Go back!
- Please, I don't want to.

- I don't want to. I don't want to.
- Come on, Tony.

- You can't make me.
- Go back!

I don't want to do it.

I can't do it.

Special Agent DiNozzo?

Merry Christmas, Delores.

I got this for you.

I looked in your personnel file.

Which is legal, 'cause I
have that security clearance.

But I saw that when you
were eight years old,

all the little girls
in your neighborhood,

they all got this incredible doll,

the-the Knee-High
Cherry Pie doll.

And you didn't get one.

Uh, I guess Santa didn't
make enough that year, so...

I got this for you.

All right, Fisher.

Right this way, my friend.

Whoa. What is this place?

This is a very special room

that only a few people know about.

It's a magic room called MTAC.

Aunt...?

Don't look at me.

See, Santa told me very
specifically to bring you here.

Why? What's gonna happen?

Well, let's make a Christmas wish

and see if it comes true.

How about that?

Yeah.

Want you to shut your eyes

good and tight.

Got 'em closed?

All right. Now...

All right, I want you to think

of the one thing you want for Christmas

more than anything else
in the entire world.

You ready?

Go.

Oh, Fisher, baby, is that you?

Mom!

Oh, I love you, sweetheart.

Merry Christmas.

Look at you. You are getting so big.

I got all the mail you
sent, all your artwork.

Your pictures.

I'll make you more.

I can't wait. I have told everybody here

all about you, about
how proud I am of you.

You know, we're going to have a
big Christmas dinner here tonight.

But I'd rather be there instead.

I wish you were, too.

Well, not bad, huh? Pulled it off.

You would make a great Santa.

I guess you just got to believe.

I do believe.

I'll go warm up the sleigh.

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