All language subtitles for NCIS - S14E02 - Being Bad.en

*

Oh! Everybody I never
wanted to see again,

all in one room.

So, tell me why
we're here again?

Um...

(stutters)

Uh...
(clears throat)

Right.

'Cause the dream
never dies.

Well, uh...

uh, nerds are supposed

to be cool now, right?

Yeah.
Yeah, maybe, you know.

(indistinct conversation)

(exhales)
Let's see if
we're grandfathered in.

(sighs)
Yeah.

Oops. Sorry.

Come on, man,

aren't we a little
too old for that now?

Too old for what...

exactly?

Um...

too old to fall
back on an outdated

social hierarchy that
penalizes achievement

and rewards mediocrity.

(chuckles)

Oh.

That sounded
like an insult.

I think.
Um...

Whoa, it's...
No, don't.

Don't.
...my life coach, so...

Okay. Ooh.
Come on.

Wow.

(groans)

Looks like it's
just me and you.

* It's the same
as the emotion... *

Yeah, you know.

That and your teensy,
weensy, little...

(grunting)

* Give me your heart,
make it real or else... *

Hey, so what'd you end up doing
after high school?

I joined Special Forces.

Got my CPA degree
off the GI Bill.

You should check it out.

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Um... you meant today, right?

(groans)

Whoa.

(groaning)

No. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey...

Hey, hey. Hey.

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh.

Somebody call 911!

Call 911!

*

(elevator bell dings)

Oh.

What's Torres doing here?

I don't know.

He and Quinn don't
officially start

till Monday.
Hey, Torres.

Hey, what's up?
Hey, you know, uh...

you know it's
Friday night, right?

TORRES:
Yeah, I know.

Just not really sure how

this whole desk thing works,
so, uh...

figured I'd drop off
a few things early.

Starting with a picture
of yourself.

Yeah.

It's a reminder.

Of...?

Something I like
to be reminded of.

(watch beeping)

Hmm.

Okay, we got to go.

Talk to you Monday.
Oh, you guys are...

late to spinning class
or something?
Uh, no, Gibbs is famous

for coming in
just before the weekend

starts and saying...

Grab your gear.

That a well-timed
illustration, boss?
Got a death at Quantico.

(quietly):
Okay.

GIBBS:
Are you coming?

I'm not much of

a varsity letters guy.

TORRES:
James Bruno.

Graduated Puller High
15 years ago.

Barely, from what I hear.

His father was stationed

at the motor pool on base.
TORRES: So, what do you think?

Involuntary manslaughter?
Yeah. Maybe.

Jethro Gibbs doesn't
like to commit.

That's why it's the
perfect job for him.

Thanks for calling me.

I'm ready to get started.

Get started.
Okay.

All right, what did I miss?

Your jacket.

Okay.

Oh, I don't know,
he looks fine.

Just fine.
Who is he?

Oh, that's Agent Torres.

Oh, that's great.

Who are you?

A-Agent Quinn.

I swear,

I barely touched him.

I mean, I just did
a controlled throw

so that he would think
twice about touching me.

So, what started the fight?

Nothing.

He's just that kind of guy.

He's just always
starting something.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Uh, I haven't seen him

since high school.

15 years.

(groans)

Looks like nothing's changed.

The teenage years

are fraught with peril.

The frontal cortex

is responsible
for self-regulation.

It develops gradually
over adolescence.

Unfortunately, in some adults,

well, it never occurs.

You aren't talking
about anyone

in particular, are you,
Doctor? 'Cause I was only

popping that bubble wrap
to see if it was still...
The victim,

Mr. Palmer.

I was referring to the victim.

GIBBS:
What about him?

Well, I don't see
anything obvious,

but this hypersalivation
suggests there's some

sort of poison at work.

Boss, we got a problem.

What do you got, McGee?

Talked to one
of the eyewitnesses.

They saw Bruno
arrive early,

put something in one
of these lockers

and it wasn't a math book.

Stand clear.

TORRES:
Yeah.

I think this guy had issues.

So, this button
moves forward;

this one moves
backwards,

and this is the "Oops, How
Did That Get There?" button.

The what?

We push it when Gibbs

asks for the impossible

to distract him.

I-It's preloaded with
pictures of his ex-wives

or Jimmy Palmer making
turducken, stuff like that.

(chuckles)
And you think
he doesn't know

what you're doing?

He's good.
He's not that good.

All right, Jim Bruno.

Let's go.

BISHOP:
Jim Bruno, born James.

Left home after high school,
never came back.

Yeah, he got a job

teaching shop
at a community college.

Ended after a
burglary conviction.

Wrong button.

Oops.

BISHOP:
Bruno's never paid taxes,

never voted,

and has no recent
home address we can find.

Yeah, your doc
confirms that

he was poisoned to death.

Are we sure the explosive
was his?

We are now.
A base surveillance camera

shows him assembling
a bomb in his car.

Bomb squad's
sending it to Abby.

Said there's
enough explosives

in there to
level the gym.

Bruno would've ended up killing

his entire high school
graduating class.

McGee and Quinn.
High school
records. On it.

Bishop and Torres,
go talk to his teachers.

See who remembers him.

Uh...
Yeah?

What desk should I be at?
GIBBS:
Right here.

My old desk.

Putting baby
in the corner?

That's where you sat
when you were a probie.

Since when do you sit down?
Oh.

Uh...

There's five of us here now.

Gonna have to...

rearrange some stuff.

You try to do what you can
for these kids,

be sensitive to their needs
but some of them are just,

well, beyond
reach, you know?

Hey! Hey!

Don't just pull
the poster down!

Take the tape off the wall!

Idiots.

(sighs)

Sorry, where were we?

You were just telling us

how sensitive you can be.

Hey, I did what
I could for that kid.

His senior year, I spent
eight weekends in a row

in Saturday detention with him,
trying to whip him into shape.

Nothing took.

Always causing a ruckus.

Recent contact?

No...

but it's a tight community.

I heard a rumor
he was renting a room

from an old substitute teacher.

Do you think he was

targeting anyone
in particular?

Take your pick.

That punk had problems

with everyone in the school.

How many had
problems with him?

What, you're looking
for a list or something?

His death wasn't
accidental.

He was poisoned.

(sighs)

Well, then you got your work
cut out for you.

Everyone had problems
with that kid.

(elevator bell dings)

Abbs,

McGee said you had
something for me.

Yup. Yup, I do.

Yeah.

Behind your back.

No... no, this is some...

it's nothing.
It's just...

Well, it's my...
it's my high school yearbook.

I thought I would,
you know,

get in the mood for the case.

It's a very bad move.

I don't want to talk about it.

Works for me.
It's just that...

high school, you know?

It's where I found my...
I don't know, style?

And realized my obsession
with blood-spatter patterns.

Speaking of which...

It just wasn't a great combo

for making friends and
influencing people.

I had a lot of, um, alone time

in high school, but...

let's just leave it at that

'cause I said I didn't want

to talk about it, remember?

Yes.

Okay.

Good.

On to happier subjects.

This is the
explosive device

that Bruno was going to use

to commit mass murder.

It has a wireless receiver

and it was built from a toy
remote-control car kit.

Can you trace it?
Hopefully

or eventually.
Don't be so impatient.

How close did Bruno need to get
to trigger the explosive?

Well, it's a long-range
transmitter, so he wasn't,

like, suicidal,
if that's what you're thinking.

As a matter of fact,
he was trying to quit smoking

and that is what
actually killed him.

The killer spiked

his nicotine patch
with a cyanide analogue

about 20 minutes
before he put it on,

according to the
adhesive oxidation.

That rules out everyone
at the reunion.

I know.

Ducky said that Bruno
was already wearing the patch

when he got there.

That's good news.

'Cause it narrows down

our suspect list.

Yeah.

To zero.

If I never see a retired
substitute teacher again,

it'll be too soon.

How many are left?

Well, five down,
six to go.

Quinn's got another five.

(clangs)

Ma'am, hello.

NCIS.

I'm, uh, Special Agent

Timothy McGee and this is

Special Agent
Bishop here.

Hi, there.

Uh, are you currently

renting a room

to this man?

(chuckles)
Aren't you two cute.

I'll take two boxes

of Skinny Mints

and two boxes
of Peanut Butteries.

MISS FRIMKES:
My apologies.

I don't see so well
these days.

I could've sworn you said
you were selling cookies.

(chuckles)
Wishful thinking, I guess.

I do love Skinny Mints.

Mmm, I do, too.

So how long has
Bruno been living here?

Several years now,
poor thing.

Would you like
some coffee?

Uh, no, thanks, I'm okay, ma'am.

Heard on the
radio what happened.

Don't buy a word of it.

BISHOP:
Really? Why not?

James Bruno was such a nice boy.

Always paid his rent on time.

Wouldn't hurt a fly.

Cream?

Uh, no, ma'am, I actually
said I didn't want coffee.

Cream it is.
McGEE:
Uh...

did you know that
he had a criminal record?

I'm blind, honey, not an idiot.

I did my background check
before I rented the room.

Which is back this way,
if you want to see it.

(door creaks open)

I didn't learn anything
I didn't know already, though.

I remember that boy
from high school.

We heard
he was trouble back then.

Oh, he was.

Everyone hated him.

But then he changed senior year.

Out of the blue,
he started dating

one of the most popular girls
in class.

It was the darndest thing.

She turned that boy's
whole life around.

And his attitude.

He ended up being
quite well-liked.

Here you go.

You got a key?
No.

I don't go in there.

He likes his privacy.

Boys and their boy antics.

(Bishop and Miss Frimkes
chuckle)

What a tragic ending.

But I don't believe for
a second he's capable of murder.

I can't imagine why anyone
he went to school with

would want to kill him.

Or why anyone would at all,
for that matter.

Know what I mean?

All right.

He was a good kid.

BISHOP:
Not that good.

McGEE: Look at this, iPads,
jewelry, paintings.

MISS FRIMKES:
Oh, where he get all that stuff?
McGEE: Good question.

ABBY (through bullhorn):
Okay, people,

we have fine art on table A.

Electronics on table B.

Jewelry and
household goods, tables C...

There's a lot of stuff here,
how much do you think this is
all worth?

All these wonderful prizes

are worth
tens of thousands of dollars

and they can all be yours,

Timothy McGee,
if you can answer
(elevator bell dings)

the NCIS bonus question.
Where'd it come from?

(airhorn sound)
Actually, boss,
I can answer that.

Burglaries.

All over the city.

Torres dug up this report.

Metro PD's been tracking

a citywide theft ring
for over half a decade.

GIBBS:
This is all they got?
Yup.

Clearly Bruno didn't
do all this himself,

but Metro never
generated a single lead

on whoever was involved.

ABBY: Well, I have one.
Not to brag.

All the fingerprints
that I found

in the room belonged to Bruno.

But I also found this,

which did not,
according to Ducky.

Bruno had a visitor
with a really bad case

of pityriasis capitis.

AKA dandruff.

Left flakes everywhere.

Like snow.
That teacher see anyone?

I don't think she's seen anyone
since the '90s, boss.

She did say Bruno would
have an occasional visitor.

Said it was, "A man
or maybe a woman, I think."

Whoever they are,

I'll bet you dollars to donuts

that they are gonna be coming
back for this stuff.

Take Quinn, McGee,
eyes on that house 24/7.

Abbs?

Don't even think about it.

(airhorn sounds,
elevator bell dings)

McGEE: So how long has it been
since you've been on stakeout?

QUINN:
It's been a while.

But I-I'm good to go.

I taught yearly seminars on it.

Oh, I... I remember.
Oh, that's right.

I did forgot
one crucial element.

What's that?
Hydration is your enemy.

Ah, yeah.

Well...

Men's room.

Ladies' room.

No.

I am not at DEFCON 1 yet.

But you will
be the first to know.

You will be the one with
the bag on your head.

(door creaks open
in the distance)

McGEE:
What is she doing?

We told her to stay
in the house.

Well, we told her to do what
she normally does, so...

Does she normally water
the bird feeder?

QUINN:
Aw, be nice.

She's a lonely old lady.

(gasps)
Which reminds me,

Bishop told me you're going
to propose to your girlfriend.

Congrats.
Thanks.

Tho... uh, those two things
reminded you of each other?
Oh.

When are you gonna
pop the question?

When it's time.
And when is that time?

I don't know.
(nervous chuckle)

I'm not exactly sure yet.

I know I'm just
gonna feel it out and...

you know, I... I think...
I'll just know, you know?

Yeah. Mm-hmm. Right. No.
I'll know that it's
time when it's time.

When might that be?

(chuckles)
I...

Ooh, I see something.

Yeah, it was
really good chatting.
Oh, yeah.

(chuckles)

(car door closes)
Ooh, I got to go.

McGEE:
She won't tell us who she is.

TORRES: Yeah, still
no hits on her prints.

Abby confirmed that
it's her dandruff

in our dead guy's room.
Any I.D.?

Only thing she had
on her was her purse.

TORRES: Yeah, and I have been to
drug-lord torture rooms

less scary.

Me?

(door opens)

Oh.

Yup.

What's your name?

Okay.

Where do you live?

(quietly):
Okay.

What were you doing
in Jimmy Bruno's house?

All right, we can sit here
all day doing this...

Hey.

Are you hungry?

Yeah?

Here you go.

(door opens)

Hey.
How's the interrogation going?

Well, just as you thought.

Gibbs is slow walking it.

Seeing if Torres
will pick up the pace.
Hmm, how's he doing?

Well, he interrupted Gibbs.
Took me four years

before I got up
the nerve to do that.

(through speaker):
Thank you.

But he's got her talking.

TORRES:
Don't thank me too fast.

We're about to charge you
with murder.

Bruno was my friend,
I would never hurt him.

Okay, well, then help us
find out who did.

I don't know anything.

Did you know your friend
tried to murder 50 people?

GIBBS: And maybe you were
planning it with him.

No!

Hey!

TORRES:
Then why were you running?

(grunts softly)

I wasn't.
Really?

Sardines, underwear?
Looks like you were
planning a trip somewhere.

Or, you know what? I don't
even want to imagine what else.

Let's just go with running.

You're wrong.

That bomb couldn't
have been Bruno's.

He wouldn't do
something like that.

His fingerprints
were all over it.
Then you made a mistake!

He's a thief, but not a killer.

So you do know something.

You're a thief, too, huh?

Well, somebody's going
down for Bruno's murder

and guess who the Wheel of
Misfortune just stopped on?

I helped Bruno sell
some stuff, that's all.

It's none of my business
where he got it.

How long you been
fencing for him?

We have video of your friend
building that bomb.

He's not who you think he is.

(scoffs) No, he's not
who y think he is.

You... you see him as
you want to see him.

He's got a lot of bark, yeah,

but no bite.

If he really did
plant that bomb,

then someone made him do it.

He was tricked or something.

And while you're wasting
time in here with me,

whoever manipulated him

could be out there trying again.

Did you ever think about that?

DUCKY:
In some ways, Bruno,

I envy you.

When I was a child, I often

fancied living the life
of a daring cat burglar.

Fortunately for me, yeah,

at age of nine,
on my maiden voyage,

I fell off our
neighbor's roof, yeah.

Landed on my coccyx.

And that was
the end of that.

You're lucky it
ended so quickly.

One time when I was
in high school,

I spent a night in jail
for...

Uh, for...

(stammers)

Never mind.

For what exactly, Mr. Palmer?

Just-- it's funny,
I-I said the word "jail."

I meant to say, um...

Vail.

Yeah, I was-I was a
big skier in high school.

Were you now?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I loved the-I loved
the, uh, snow.

(elevator bell dings)
I loved-I loved, uh, skiing
and-and...

What I'd do is I'd-- Vail!

You look like a man
on a mission.
Got an alibi for the murder.

She was nowhere near Bruno
when he was poisoned.

Oh, and so it goes.
Got us to thinking,

maybe there's a second bomber.

We could use a lead.

Well, let's see
what we can come up with.

This man has told me quite
a bit about himself.

Starting with these burns.

They're quite old,

probably inflicted
when he was a teenager.

Military records indicate that
his father died of lung cancer,

excessive cigar smoking.

Yeah, so we can put
two and two together.

He had a rough childhood.

And also a rough week.

Well, yeah. He's dead.
Yes,

but days before that,

he was in a fight where
he suffered severe body blows.

If you look carefully,
you can make out the imprint

of a fist.

Well, his knuckles
don't look too bad.

Yes, well, oddly enough,
he didn't seem to fight back.

Even more odd was
the fact that we removed

a diamond earring

from this lobe.

Well, men are

piercing their ears now, Duck.

Yes, but I'm referring
to the fact that the hole

was closed up from disuse.

Yet he forced the earring
in anyway.
Ugh...

That must've hurt like a mother.

I'm sure it has some...
psychological significance,

but I'm not sure what. However,

Abby came up with
a second set of DNA

on the earring. So,
I imagine you'll find out

soon enough.

Well, is that a good
enough lead for you?

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, so, you're the world-famous
Abby Sciuto I keep

hearing so much about.

Oh, well, guess we can skip the

"I thought you'd
be taller" part.

I'm Agent Quinn.
For what's it worth,

I thought you would be exactly
five feet, six inches.

I made a 3D avatar

of you, using NCIS

security camera footage.

And the hairs slowly went up
on Agent Quinn's neck.
Oh, no, no!

I just... I needed to know
your sizes, because...

I'm knitting you a
"Welcome to NCIS" sweater.

Oh!
(chuckles)
But until it's done,

welcome...

to NCIS.

Well, thank you very much.

Do you want a tour?
I do, uh, but later,

'cause Gibbs wanted me to...
He wants to find out

where the earring came from.

Of course he
does. Well,

right now, all I can
tell you is that

the prior owner was a female.
Okay, so do you know

how long Bruno
had it in his ear?

I have been waiting

for someone to ask me that.

The impurities in the gold

caused our victim's skin oil

to oxidize.

And by measuring that
amount, I could determine

that he forced the stud
through his ear, like,

right before he went
into the reunion.
To kill

50 people.
Then was poisoned to death.

Okay, so whoever owns

the stud, maybe
she knows something.

Well, I'm running the DNA
through CODIS right now.

But I've also
been looking at this,

trying to find
pictures of women.

I found this in a trench coat

in Bruno's closet.
Unfortunately...

no women yet.
Huh.

Are these the homes
that he robbed?
Yeah.

Looks like he was casing
them for a few days.

There's also a few
pictures of his feet...

and some pictures of

some other people
that I haven't identified yet.

Ho-Hold up.

Go back one.

That's Neal Sherwood.
You know him?

Well, he was at the reunion, and
he had a fight with the victim

right before he died.
Well, that's important.

Uh, yeah, because Neal said

they hadn't seen
each other in 15 years.

Oh.

*

(phone rings)

Where is he?

McGEE: With his suitcase,
wherever that is.

Neighbors said he split
right after the reunion.

McGEE:
Left in a hurry.

He's running.
Quinn, BOLO.

McGee, freeway cams
and credit cards. Find him.

BISHOP: We found something.
Abby got a hit on the DNA

from the earring Bruno
was wearing.

(beeping)

TORRES:
Katrina Cooper.

A high school
classmate of Bruno's.

Former prom queen, married the
school jock, active social life.

How did Bruno get her earring?
Could've stolen it,

but if he did,
she never reported it.

They have any recent contact?
No.

No calls, no texts,
no Snapchat doggie faces.

The only connection we could
find was from high school.

They had a Saturday
detention together, once.

15 years ago?

Thin, I know.

Talk to her.

Find out why her DNA
was in our dead guy's ear.

Round two, everybody!

We got soccer meatballs,
lacrosse stick hot dogs...

and pigskin pizza pockets.

Who's hungry?

BISHOP:
Mmm. I am.

Hi. You must be here
for Katrina.

Why would you say that?
That's what

happens when you marry
the most popular girl in town.

Everybody's here for Katrina.

Hmm.
She's over there,
in the huddle.

(laughter)

(chuckles)

They're like...
little footballs.

KATRINA:
And I told the guy,

"Give me Louis Vuitton,

or give me death."
(laughter)

(laughs)
I got this.
Okay.

Um, Katrina Cooper?

How you guys doing?

You guys have fun?

NCIS Special Agent Torres,

Bishop.
Hi.

Can we have a word with you?

Of course.

Let's not disturb the party,
shall we?

Excuse me.

Let's not do that.

They're little footballs.

They're good.

KATRINA:
And how can I help you?

(beeps)
Do you know this guy?

Mm, no.
Am I supposed to?

Well, you guys went
to high school together.

Oh, in fact,

he actually died
in front of you.

At your high school
reunion, two days ago?

Interestingly enough,
wearing one of your earrings.

It was stolen.
Oh.

You didn't report it stolen.

I am now.
You know,

I bet you and me
had something

in common in high school.

(chuckles):
I don't think so.

We both liked bad boys.

The badder the
better, except,

I grew out of it.

I don't think you did.
Your husband know

that you and Bruno

have been sleeping together?

Excuse me?
What I'm wondering...

is if you knew how bad
Bruno really was.

TORRES: You know,
if he told you about,

for the last several years, he's
been robbing people in the city.

Yeah, I think it's time
for you to go. Cheers.

Have one more question...
No.

No, no, no more questions.

I don't know anything
about any robberies,

I'm not cheating on my husband
and I have no idea

where Neal Sherwood is. Okay?

Well, that was actually
my next question,

which... I haven't asked yet.

(chuckles)
Oh, right.
Hmm.

Where is he?

(gunshot)
(screaming)

Get down!

*

(exhales)

Found him.

NEAL (over speaker):
The cops are outside right now.

It's over.

To be honest,
it's kind of a relief.

(grunts, sniffles)

I am willing
to set the record straight,

but I cannot go to prison.
I just can't.

(laughs)
I can't have it, my family...

can't have it.

So...

I'm sorry.

(beeps)

Shot himself with a flare gun.

That's a new one.

Did I miss the part where
he set the record straight?

Maybe it's on the laptop?

Go-Go Abby fingers.

Hey, so, um...

(clears throat)

You, um...

liked bad boys in school, huh?

(chuckles)

I'm sorry,
I just... I just

painted for you for more
of a goody two-shoes, uh,

prom queen type.

Actually, I...

was the prom queen.

Wow. So you played us both.

Nice.

Except, I was voted in
as a joke.

Kind of like Carrie, but...
without the blood.

Bishop, that's like...
the worst thing I've ever heard.

Yeah, I didn't

have any friends in high school,

I was too... me, I guess.
(beeping)

I got something.

Okay, it's a text document.
Neal made it

right before he shot himself.

Looks like some kind
of confession.

It's even double-spaced
and everything.

TORRES: What exactly
is he confessing to?

McGEE:
According to Neal,

he and his high school friends

are the ones behind
Metro's theft ring.

With each friend playing

a very specific role.
Adam Cooper,

former jock, ended up running
a sports betting company.

That's where he would
identify the wealthy marks.

BISHOP: Katrina Cooper,
his prom queen wife,

would flirt her way into
the homes to get info

on their security systems.

Bad boy would do

the actual robberies,
and this woman,

who we've now identified
as former classmate,

Angela Russell,

would fence the stolen goods
on the street where she lived.

Finally, there's Neal Sherwood,
the accountant.

And he laundered the money.
Yep. According
to Neal,

they came up with the idea

to start a robbery gang
back in school,

after they met at
a Saturday detention.

BISHOP: He said they talked
about it as a joke at first,

as a way to "get back"
at their parents.

Eventually they realized,

if they pooled their talents,

they could make some real money.
JIMMY: All of this

seems very familiar.

JIMMY:
Yeah...

Yeah, I'm v-very interested
in this case, here.

We got five different
high school kids from varied

social backgrounds all coming
together on their Saturdays,

for detention.

(laughs)

You know,
it kind of reminds me of, uh...

You've...

You don't...

Not important.

Sorry.
(clears throat)

Anyway, the different social
groups was part of the reason

Metro was never able to crack
the burglary ring.

They were never able to find a
connection between the players.

Congratulations, we just
solved Metro's case.

What about our own?

We have no clue

who killed our victim!

Actually, not true.

The prom queen ain't talking,

but the fence is.

She thinks she knows
who killed Bruno.

Two days ago,

your wife gave
Bruno that earring.

I don't believe you.

Welcome to the club.
You were

the only one not at the reunion.
You were the only one

that had the opportunity
to poison Bruno.

Prosecutor's gonna
file charges today,

unless you have something
to tell us.

This isn't where I imagined
I'd be after high school.

Ah. Welcome to the club.

I wanted to be
a pro football player.

You?

Painter.

Really.

Really?

Yeah. Really. Painter.

Loved to paint.

Watercolors, mostly.

I took every art class
that school had.

Water colors?

It's hard to imagine
a grown man...

So what happened?

Life.

Life. I paint with wood.
It's close enough.

Not for me.

I suspected Katrina and
Bruno had started up again,

but I didn't want to believe it.

But if she really
gave him her earring...

...it's game over for us.

It's worse than that.

I think that witch
tried to kill me.

The last house
we knocked over,

Bruno snagged a painting
worth over a million bucks.

My wife kept joking we should
take out our partners,

keep the money for ourselves.

Said we should bomb the reunion,

and make it look like
a terrorist attack.

I honestly thought
she was joking.

She must've talked
Bruno into it.

He was always a sucker for her.

No way he would come up with
something like that on his own.

Hell, he was even gonna
pretend to let Neal

kick the crap out of him
at the reunion as a goof,

to impress some girls.

Bruno was bad
on the outside,

but good on the inside.

My wife?

The opposite.

What about you?
All I can say

is I'm not a murderer.

I didn't kill Bruno,
and I wasn't

anywhere near him
when he was poisoned.

(elevator bell dings)

Hypothetically speaking,

how would you feel
about a betting pool

on whether his alibi
checks out?

Hypothetically?

How'd Ducky bet?

Guilty.
How'd you bet?

I'm not a gambling man.

(laughs)

And I have no idea.

TORRES: I mean,
who are these people?

Living double lives like this?

I mean, yeah, I mean, I...
I lived as someone else,

for the most
of the last decade, but...

I had an excuse, I was, uh...
I was undercover.

Which version
is the real them?

Which version
is the real you?

You're looking at it.

Am I?

You created all
those covers.

It wasn't random.

(laughs)

Wait, you're saying that a part
of me wanted to be a, uh,

mafia-tied,
vegan juice-bar owner?

Eh...

You just couldn't keep
your mouth shut, could you?

You tried
to kill us all!

Oh, could everyone
just please stop fighting?

Shove a Pixy Stix
up your nose!

BISHOP:
McGee is taking them to Metro
not a moment too soon.

And Miss Congeniality
denied having anything

to do with the bomb attempt,

even though we found
the detonator in her car.

Unfortunately, her husband's
alibi came through.

Like he said,

he was nowhere near Bruno
when he was poisoned.

The fight with Neal was staged.

TORRES:
If none of them
killed Bruno, then

who the hell did?

All right, let's go back
to what we do know.

He's dead.

I feel pretty confident
about that.

What else do we know?

We know who didn't kill him.

And a million-dollar
painting is missing.

We find the painting,
we find the killer.

Checked everybody's houses.

Nobody has it.

Everyone insists Bruno has it.

He didn't.
He could've hid it.

Maybe in a storage unit
in the area.

Yeah, safe-deposit box.

Start looking.

TORRES: All that work
and we're back to square one.

Tell me about it.

What about the fight
Ducky said he was in?

Maybe he came back
to finish the job.

Our only witness is dead.

Okay, what would I tell
my students

in my GPS forensics class?

I would have them go back
and reconstruct a timeline

of Bruno's movements.

Maybe we can find
another witness.

Do it.

There goes
my evening plans.

Were they exciting plans?

Uh, cooking class?

Oh, well, don't
cancel that just yet.

You. I have
goodies, come on.

You know...

Even though you
just met her,

you already kind of wish
she was your sister?

Well, I was just going to say
I like her boots,

but hey, I'll take
another sister.

I was finally able to trace
the remote detonator

that Bruno used
in his explosive.

It took me a long time

because there are
parts missing.

Someone tampered with it?
Yeah.

And according
to touch DNA, Bruno did.

It's like he built
this bomb,

and then he disabled it.

His girlfriend's
remote detonator

wouldn't have even worked.

Bad on the outside,
good on the inside.

Maybe he got cold feet
and decided

he didn't want to be a depraved
mass murderer after all.

See, this is why
I'm a people person.

'Cause the good on the inside,
it always--

Abbs. Quinn...
cooking class?

Right. Sorry.

Okay, so the receiver
was made from

a rare Lazarus 1941 hobby car.

It's available in only
two stores in the area,

one of which happens
to be across the street

from a bank
with a brand-new,

hi-def security system.

Voila, Bruno.

His entrance isn't
very exciting,

but he made quite an exit.

Personally, if I was looking
for Bruno's murderer,

I would start with that guy.

Can you enhance it?

Yeah.
Who can't these days?

BISHOP: You found out Bruno
was robbing people,

you tracked him down,
you asked to be cut in.

When he refused, you went
to his house the next day,

and you poisoned him.

Oh, yeah?
Is that what I did?

Yeah, that's what
you did.

What it's gonna
look like to a jury.

We have a witness that
places you in his front yard.

(sighs)

Where's the painting, Vic?

The what?

Wait, wait, wait.
Slow down here.

This is just a total
misunderstanding, okay?

I was at the hobby shop

because I made a promise
to James Bruno 15 years ago.

To what, poison him to death?

No, to kick his ass!

I devoted my life
to those kids.

Bruno in particular.

I spent eight weekends
in a row

in Saturday detention with that
smug, arrogant little--

Actually the records
say seven.
Eight!

It was eight!

And all that kid did was blame
other people for his problems,

whining about his mom
and his dad.

Making my life miserable.

So I promised him I would find
him one day and pay him back.

And that's what I did.

I'm glad you're a man
of your word.

Judge all you want.
I've been in combat.

High school is worse, mister.

Wait, no, wait, wait, wait!

I did not go to Bruno's house
to poison him, okay?

I went to apologize.

(door closes)

When I confronted Bruno,
he didn't fight back.

He seemed, like,
resigned.

Almost like he wanted me
to hit him, like he deserved it.

And that's not what I wanted.

So I went to his house
to say I was sorry.

Anyone see you talk to him?

Bruno wasn't there.

Just that nasty old witch,
Frimkes.

She saw the bruise
on my knuckles,

figured I was the guy
that beat up Bruno,

and threatened to
call the police.

So I got the hell out of there.

She saw that?

Yeah. She did.

(door closes)

Come on now, baby.
Come on.

I got my first pair of reading
glasses when I was 45.

But your medical records
show that you have

perfect eyesight,
and hearing.

Agent McGee,
it's good to see you again.

I-I was just, um--

Walking without a cane?
No.

Skipping town with
a million-dollar painting?

No!

Going to jail.

(siren approaching)

Dang!

McGEE: So in addition to being
a chemistry teacher

who knew 50 different ways
to poison somebody,

she kept a pretty active
retirement life.

She totally
Keyser Soze'd us.

She what?
Keyser Soze'd.

Uh, Usual Suspects,
the movie?

Oh, I'm not much
of a movie guy.

You know, she told us
on the drive back that

she knew Bruno was a thief,

but she didn't want
to go to the police

because he was trying
to get clean.

(elevator bell dings)

She claims she
found the painting

and was going to bring
it back to the police.

TORRES: Yeah, killed Bruno and
kept the painting for herself.

Whoa, whoa, what?

(gasps) Better. Better!

Who... who...

Who do you think?

I kind of like it.

I don't.

Wait a sec, wha...

what's the point
of moving desks

if were were just
gonna move desks?

Seriously, I mean to do
something like this

without consulting anyone?

I am the senior
field agent.

You realize that...

Boss, what was that for?

It comes with the territory,
Senior Field Agent.

Did he just physically
assault you?

TORRES: Hey, Gibbs, I feel like
you'll want to see this.

We found a laptop
in Bruno's car.

He was writing an
e-mail to the police.

He was going to come
clean, turn everyone in.

Guess he figured which
version was the real him.

The good guy.

I'm just not
that into movies.

So what do you do for fun,
besides disrupting

people's workplaces?
Broadway musicals.

Okay, if you start
singing show tunes,

I am going to shoot you,

and then probably
shoot myself.

Oh, okay, well, what do you
like to listen to?

I thought you'd never ask.

(up-tempo Latin music
playing loudly)

Ah.

(singer singing in Spanish)
*

Go! Hey!

*

TORRES:
Hey, hey, hey!

Hey.

*

Boss.

TORRES: Hey!
Oh.

Hey.

(music stops)
Ha!

Hey.

He's gonna learn to love it.

Shh.

(computer beeps)

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