All language subtitles for NCIS.Origins.S01E01-E02.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

My
dad used to say,

"Wherever you go,
there you are."

I guess he was right.

No matter how hard you try...

or in my case,

how far you go...

...you can't ever
leave it all behind.

There is no such thing

as a clean slate.

They're always there.

They're always with you.

The stories you've told.

Hell, even worse...

the ones you never could.

This is a story I don't tell.

♪ By the middle

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ Oh

♪ This could be the day

♪ Hold my hand...

Gibbs.

Heard you had another
rough night at Daly's.

They call you in
to press charges?

No.

Reporting to work.

What the hell, man?

Okay.

There he is,

the newly minted
Special Agent Gibbs.

I'm on your squad.
I'm Bernard Randolf,

but folks call me Randy.

Good to meet you, Randy.

I'm trying to quit.

You ready to catch
some bad guys?

I miss you, too.

Mind if I cut in, fella? Huh?

I got me an urgent call to make.

Promise it won't
take but a minute.

Sorry, baby. Some jagoff's
breathing down my neck.

What, are you gonna fight
me over a pay phone?

No, I'm gonna fight you
'cause I don't like you.

Phone's a bonus.

You some kind of cop?

Pretend you didn't see that.

Hey, baby, I got to
call you back, okay?

Thank you kindly, pal.

Yeah, it's Franks.

Here we are.

That's JJ. That's
Roger, Artie, Carl.

Leroy Gibbs. How you doing?

Good. Hey, you
guys still think

I'm the number-one looker
around here, right?

They
like you already.

Evidence locker is
down and to the left.

Custodian is Kowalski.

Hey, how'd you like FLETC?
Better than boot camp.

And how long did
you...? Darn it.

Here's the kitchen.

They spray for roaches.

Eat at your own risk.

You see them Nets last night?

Coleman... he's a beast, man.

How long you put in?

Huh? Marines.

Uh, in at 18, out
right before this.

Scout sniper? Mm.

Wow. Remind me not
to piss you off.

Um, locker room's downstairs.
Oh, we have a gym down there.

Well, by gym, I
mean a bench press

and a VCR with a couple
of those Jane Fonda tapes.

I think those are your tapes,
aren't they, Agent Strickland?

Oh, bite me, Randy.
Love you, too, Vera.

Rec room.

Looking like Pelé
over here.

And here we have the
infamous Mary Jo Hayes.

If you want to know where
the bodies are buried

around here, she's
the gal to ask.

Head secretary in charge.

Welcome to the
nuthouse, sweetie.

SAC's office... it's
right up there. Wheeler.

He's top dog around
here. Honestly, he's fine

as long as you don't
have to talk to him.

And here we are. This
is home sweet home.

This is you right here.

That bad boy just
arrived last week.

IBM PC 3340,

12-inch color
display.

Hey, I basically peed
myself my first day.

Not even basically.

There was just a little
bit running down my leg.

So, if you need
anything, I'm here.

You want me to get you
a copy of the manual?

I'm sure it's easy enough.
I'll figure it out.

Damn thing will probably
be in the trash in a month.

At ease, Marine. You
ain't in the muck no more.

I ain't your commanding
officer. I'm just your boss.

Yes, sir... boss.

I didn't say "sit."

Got a burned-up body out in
Fallbrook waiting for us.

Dominguez ain't
in? Where is she?

Where she
always is, I guessing.

Already at the scene.
I just got the call

15 minutes ago, so who
the hell's calling her?

Gear up, damn it!

Uh...

Where's my gear?

Sir? Boss?

Damn, Pete,

you bring the whole county?

Minute we I.D.'d the girl

as military spouse,
I pulled my guys out.

Nice it didn't have
to come to blows this time.

Couple of hikers
saw the smoke a little

after 7:00 this
morning, called it in.

You figure
what started it?

Your Agent Dominguez
located the ignition point

ten minutes after she got here.

Girl got herself a
drive, doesn't she?

And when exactly
did she get here?

The hell did she do now?

It's not her.

Look,

what's in that house...

it ain't godly.

Reminds me of
when I was little.

There was this garter snake
in the ditch by our house.

Our mom said,
"Snakes are cursed."

She said, "Stay away from it."

Of course, then I was adamant
I was gonna catch the thing.

I would try grabbing it,

but it would slip through
my hands every time.

Then one day, I go out,

and it's lying there dead.

Coyote just ripped
the skin clean off.

And the bones.

They were smiling at
me like a row of teeth.

All I could think was...

...that snake wasn't cursed.

It was just a pile of bones

trying to get by
like the rest of us.

You got any thoughts on that?

The snake?

These bones?

What the hell
they're doing here?

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Lala.

So, you're on my squad, then?

Nope. You're on mine.

Just watch your step, Marine.

Scene's already been
contaminated enough.

Melanie Hewitt, 33.

Husband was Sergeant
Lance Hewitt,

KIA in Kuwait nine months ago.

Fire started
in the stove.

You don't say?

You know, good thing
you got here so early

to figure that out.

It wasn't an accident.

I thought I caught
a whiff of acetone,

so I did a little digging,

and I found this.

It's from a big-ass bottle
of nail polish remover.

Must have made for
quite the accelerant.

Doc Tango wants us
to get her clear.

Rando.

Okay.

On three.
One, two, three.

You okay, man?

Good start.

Seeing a body like that,

don't matter what
you saw in war.

That's war.

I don't know why, but it's
different seeing it at home.

You're doing fine, probie.

What is this?

Hell if I know.

Must have been dozens of
them things in her house,

all shapes and sizes.

Any idea what this,
uh, Melanie Hewitt was into?

I think it's safe to say it
wasn't church on Sundays.

You're thinking satanic?

I'm thinking somebody
wanted her dead.

Hell, maybe the devil told
'em to go buy a boatload

of accelerant to burn her up.

That's your theory?

That's what
we got till we got more.

Not so fast, Mike.

How'd your boy do out there?

Who, Gibbs?

Did great. Duck on a pond.

He and Randy are
headed to talk

to the vic's
grandma right now.

If he is not up to snuff,

I want your word you're
gonna cut him loose.

Sure thing. But you ain't
got to worry about Gibbs.

He's capable. He's crazy.

Oh, stop. He ain't...

He failed his psych eval.

That is the definition of crazy.

And if my wife and
daughter were murdered,

I would be crazy, too.

We've been over this, Cliff.

The new version of that test is

about as dependable
as a two-dollar watch.

Standards were
raised for a reason.

Benny was licking
the damn bodies.

Mike, you've got us
both out on a limb here.

And for what?

Why'd you make it your
business to bring this guy in?

If Agent Gibbs tongue-bathes
even one corpse,

we'll give him his
walking papers.

You got my word.

Whole family's got
a dark side, huh?

Pentagram.

That ain't no
pentagram out there.

And I ain't no devil worshipper.

And neither was
my granddaughter.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I misspoke.

Truth is, when I saw those
things for the first time,

I thought about splashing
them with holy water myself.

What exactly are they?

Art, stupid.

Might not be your cup of tea,

but that was my baby's
passion, and...

I was so proud of her.

She read a book on
some ancient Asians

that built those
totems for protection.

And she brought
a few here to me.

She said, "Grandma,
they'll keep you safe."

Lot of good they did her.

What'd you do?

Get into a fight?

Should take off that ring.

The swelling, it'll cut
off your circulation.

It's fine. I'm okay.

I used to be an RN.

Trust me, take it off
while you still can.

Your wife, she'll understand.

Those are all of M-Melanie?

Yeah. My Mellie.

She loved working
with her hands.

I raised her since
she was a baby.

Yeah.

That was Mother's Day.

I still remember her

bursting through that
door to give it to me.

After her husband died,

she lost her way.

Smiley face.

No, Kelly, don't you do it.

Don't you dare.

Then some lowlife got her hooked

into that, uh, methamphetamine.

You want to know
who burned down

my baby's house?

You find that son of a bitch.

Can you give us his name?

I heard folks call him Bugs.

All right, boys, look alive.

Jamison "Bugs" Boyd.

Narcotics distribution, '88.

B and E, resisting, '89.

Since then, he's been
on the milk carton.

Probably off doing
charity work somewhere.

Make-A-Wish or something.

Grandma said he got
Melanie hooked on meth.

Maybe she OD'd,

dummy panicked and
lit up the place.

Last known address?

His mom's house, '82.

What about our CIs?

If we're gonna catch this prick,

we're gonna need some
other pricks to help.

Yes.

Already started working
our phone log...

I wasn't asking you.

He a mute at the
grandma's house, too?

Probie! You know, this job
sometimes involves talking.

I know, boss. FRANKS: Good.

Informants. Talk.

Well, these guys put out
feelers to all of them.

A couple said that Bugs
is still in the area.

One guy, Kenny, thinks
he can get us a location.

White Kenny or Black
Kenny? Black Kenny.

White Kenny is dead.

He took a header
off Coronado Bridge

last Christmas.

I'll try digging up more
info on this Bugs guy,

see if I can't find
out where he's staying.

That's not the move
tonight, probie.

We best do some percolating.

Giddyap.

So, we're done?

Oh!

Hey!

Oh, my God!

Double or nothing.

Double or nothing.
Again? How drunk are you?

Hey, Randy.

Your wife is on the phone.

Smitty, tell Junie
to come get his ass

before he loses the rest
of Junior's college fund.

Uh-uh. You tell
her. She scares me.

Oh, hell no.

Come on. Take
one shot with us.

Semper fi, bitches.

Excuse me.

You lost?

Boys club's over there.

I thought "percolating"
meant talking about the case.

You can't do this job
without taking the edge off.

One thing Franks and
I actually agree on.

Bourbon. You like?

Never had it. Hmm.

To percolating.

It's an acquired taste.

Ooh.

So, uh...

...why'd you go all "Iron Mike"
on that bouncer last night?

According to the 2B, you just

lost it, started swinging

for no reason, but I
bet you had a reason.

You read my incident report,
you know more than I do.

You were that wasted?

Well, no wonder Franks
loves you so much.

You two are cut
from the same cloth.

Well, that and you've
been bear-hugging his leg

like a stripper on a pole
since you got here, so...

I respect authority.

Means a lot where I come from.

You mean the Corps?

Four years active,
current reservist.

You want to explain it
to me some more, gunny?

Why'd you give that
guy a beatdown?

Why does it matter?

Something you want to say to me?

Bottoms up.

Shots on me, boys.

We get inside,

some days smell
worse than others.

You brace yourself,
you'll be good.

Morning, Angie.

Yes, Dr. Téngalkat submitted
the autopsy report yesterday.

Where the hell's Geronimo?

Off getting drunk at some
bingo parlor somewhere?

I heard that.

Hey.

Barn door's open, Ace.

Melanie, uh, Hewitt.

Tox report just came in.

She had 100 milligrams

of methamphetamine
in her system.

Her grandma
said some bastard

got her hooked on crank.

We got eyes out there
looking for him now.

Okay, chief, guess
you're gonna make me ask,

where's the head?

Dr. Friedman spent
the last 24 hours

completing the reconstruction.

Yes, yes, yes.

193 separate pieces.

That is why you get
paid the big bucks, Doc.

That's right.

Incredible.

You were right, Lenora.

Right about what?

Entry and exit wounds.

She was shot to death, Mike.

Now, the
degree of damage makes

the details fuzzy, but I think
it's a small to medium caliber.

Most likely close range.

We swept her house, didn't
find any bullets or casings.

Killer must have
policed his brass.

Shoots her in the head,

then torches the
place to cover it up.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Boss, I
got something new.

Got a call from a CI, said he
saw Bugs less than an hour ago.

Who? Black Kenny?
No, Twitchy Tony.

You think we can trust
him? He sound sober?

Not at all.

Then we can trust him.
Where'd he bump into Bugs?

Give you two guesses.

The tunnels? Mm-hmm.

Damn it, Randolf.

"Penetrated deeper

and deeper into the
heart of darkness."

Can we cool
it on the Shakespeare?

Rando, you post up out
here. No one in or out.

Gotcha, boss. FRANKS:
Women and children first.

I'm gonna clear
the south access.

Then we meet at the chairs.

At the chairs, señorita.

Yeah, copy.

Mike!

Lala, where are you?

The chairs.

Lala?

That him?

Nothing to
worry about, Bugs.

It's like I said, I
just want to talk.

Where's Mike?

Haven't seen him.

Oh, man.

You got me, then?

I'm just gonna come and sit
with you, all right, Bugs?

Just for a minute.

No, no.

Hi.

I need to touch you, okay?

Make sure you don't
have anything on you

that could get you hurt.

You got to hide me.
I'm in the oven.

I know, but you're good.

You're good.

Listen. Bugs?

You know Melanie?

Melanie, she, uh...

She's, uh, uh, I-I don't know.

I don't know.

You heard she's gone, huh?

She passed away?

Sorry, Bugs.

Hey. Let it out.

It's not just you, Bugs.

We all got a great
sorrow inside.

All of us.

All of us.

I'm in... Get off.

...the oven!

Get your hands on
your head. Gibbs, stand down.

Get your hands on
your head! Stand down.

Stand down!

Stop, stop. Hey.

You're just gonna let him go?

What are you gonna
do? Bring him in?

Based on what?

We bring him in when we got
the evidence to hold him.

I could've got something
if you would've stood down.

You asked for cover.
That's what I gave you.

I had him.

He had his hands on you!

I said I had him.

Hey, guy puts his hands on
you, Gibbs did it by the book.

The book?

Mike, you never
even read the book.

And you went past the chairs
when I told you to wait.

That's right, go
take some pictures.

Find us some evidence.

I got to get those
chairs back up

before all hell breaks
loose down here.

If this is an apology...

It's not.

You've got a problem with
me. I want to know why.

Could be Melanie was in the
tunnels with him at some point

if we can I.D. any
of this junk as hers.

I asked you a
question. Hey. Hey.

Keep it down.

Those vents are a direct
line into Wheeler's office.

I'm not looking to
disrespect you, Lala,

but I'm not some
kid off the street.

You don't think I know that?

I was on your family's case.

Franks was your
front man, yeah,

but I'm on his team, and
that was my case, too.

Your wife and daughter...

I know what you've
been through.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know you failed
your psych eval.

Franks didn't tell you?

You want to know my
problem with you?

Your head's not
ready for this job.

That's my problem.

What?

What?

Stop going easy on me.

Whoever it is, they're
not here for me.

What?

It's a sniper.

I'll be damned.

That's good work, probie.

Unbelievable. How
the hell did you...

Did I fail my eval?

What?

My psych eval. Did I fail it?

The hell told you that?

Damn her.

You vouched for me to Wheeler?

Why?

Saddle up.

We're moving out.

Impressive investigating.

Thanks.

♪ Yeah

♪ My heart, my heart

♪ Kick-start my heart

Always got the cops

♪ Coming after me

♪ Custom-built bike doing 103

♪ My heart, my heart

♪ Kick-start my heart

♪ Ooh, are you ready, girls?

♪ Ooh, are you ready now?

♪ Whoa, yeah

♪ Whoa, yeah

♪ Baby.

Woody.

It's from the Hewitt case.

Bullet, along with
the house fire?

He started the fire, we
think, to cover his tracks.

Sniper. WOODY: Sniper?

- No kidding? From where?
- Hide was on base.

You know where the bison
are, up in Echo area?

I-I heard about
them being up there.

Are they a docile
creature, or...?

I probably wouldn't
try petting them.

If you could, uh, put
a rush on ballistics...

Wheeler's losing his mind.

Bad PR, no suspect, you know.

I thought you already had
a guy you liked for this.

We did, but it's not
him. Dude's a meth head.

The guy who did this
made the shot clean

from 1,300 yards away.

He's got some serious skills.

Well, I'll tell you one thing:
an angry Wheeler is sure as crap

not a docile creature,
am I right?

I'll put a rush on ballistics.

Give you guys a
buzz this week.

Anything on the other stuff?

The bones, VHS tapes

from the crime scene?

You mean the stuff she
dropped off two days ago?

He's new.

I'm getting that.

You find the right
paperwork and fill it out.

With a pen.

Thank you, Woody.

Thank you, Woody.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Probie, why don't
you, uh, fill this out.

The heck were you?

We had a big party
come in.

My agents turn into a bunch of
animals when they're hungry,

and you know that, Sam.

Where's the egg foo yong at?

I swear to God, this
fool and his parties.

Soy sauce?

Food's here. Coming in hot.

Mmm!

They forgot the egg foo yong.

Oh, come on, Mary Jo.

Mary Jo's name ain't on The
Bamboo Palace. Thank you.

I ain't got nothing
to do with it.

Thank you, Mary Jo.

Mm-hmm.

So, what, I'm supposed
to fill up on rice?

Look at this.

Do we like any of these guys?

Mm, all scout snipers.

This Grayson's got the highest

skill level, but he's
also a Boy Scout.

Other four, more write-ups,

less talent.

Strap on your tighty-whities.

I think I got us a winner.

Staff Sergeant Kevin Maloney,

1st Battalion, 1st Marines.

Tip-top of his sniper class.

It's not him.

What?

What did I miss? Is
he dead or something?

I served with him.
He's not capable.

Mm... It says he's in
base housing. Mm-hmm.

He's been drawing a lot
of ammunition lately.

- He's not our guy.
- Gibbs, he got

a parking ticket outside
of base maintenance

on Fallbrook Road
two days ago.

It's uncannily close

to our sniper's hide,
don't you think?

He's the best suspect we got.

We question him first.

We did two hitches together.

Yeah, I get it.
Foxhole bros for life.

I'm warning you...
You're warning me?

I'm telling you...

I'm telling you, he's clean.

Damn it, what the hell
is the problem here?

Like a couple of
bucktooth chinchillas

squawking each other to death.

Sorry. Y-You made me picture it.

Randy, probie, hit up Maloney

first thing in the morning.

Now, get out of here.

Go home, 'cause
I will be damned

if I'm gonna fill up on rice.

Franks, let me talk
to him alone first.

I owe him that much.

Probie, I don't care what kind
of IOUs you got floating where.

We go where the evidence
takes us. You hear me?

Do your damn job.

Yes, sir.

When the suspect
is someone you know,

you got to think of it
like clearing the deck.

This one time, we
had to question

my wife's lady-parts doctor.

I tell you what, we
cleared the deck quick.

He delivered my boy, only
charged us half price.

Junior's a big kid, too.

And I'm only
five-nine in boots.

Glad he had red hair.

Otherwise I would've
been second-guessing

my whole situation.

♪ Floating in paradise...

I'll do the talking again, okay?

Let me be the bad guy.

♪ Paradise

♪ Hey.

Are you boys hungry?

I can put some
sandwiches together.

Happy you stopped,
gunny. Real happy.

Yeah, I meant to send
a card or something

about your family, but...

You know me. I just...
Where were you Monday?

I thought...

Thought you were just
stopping to say hey.

We're investigating the
death of Melanie Hewitt.

That fire in Fallbrook?
I-I-I saw it on the news.

What's that got to do
with me? Where were you Monday?

Uh, last Monday?

Would've been...

I was visiting my ma
down in Chula Vista.

Got a couple days leave,
left the night before.

You know, a sandwich actually
sounds great, Mrs. Maloney.

You weren't visiting
your mom on Monday.

You were on base.

You got
a parking ticket

outside base maintenance
on Fallbrook Road.

You want to try
again, Staff Sergeant?

I took the motorcycle
to see my ma.

Jess had my car.

Couple months ago, I caught
her with this douchebag.

He works at base maintenance.

She said it was
over. - Aw, man.

I'm sorry.

Why you been drawing
so much ammo?

What? What do you...

Last two months, you've
been drawing ammo,

signing in at the ranges,
running your shot.

Why?

Why?

I was training for re-qual.

Gibbs.

She said it was
over with that dude.

She said it was done.

Hey, babe.

Stopped on the way home.
Thought I'd save you the trip.

Tish?

Tish?

It's hard not
to bring them home with you.

It's hard not to bring
them everywhere with you.

The stories go where you go.

Stories that got cut short.

It was our
job to tell those stories.

No matter how much
they took from us.

Witnesses never saw a shooter.

Said the bullets
came from nowhere.

Gibbs,

this is our sniper.

It was our job to
get to an end we could live with.

To tell an ending of justice,

no matter the cost.

But this one wasn't
like the others.

This is a story I don't tell.

This is the story...

...of her.

It kept me up.

A voice.

A scream.

The kind you feel
instead of hear.

My gut...

It wanted me to stop.

I told myself everything
would be okay.

Same as I told her.

And her.

I love you.

Don't walk me to the door.

I know you hate
watching me drive off.

My gut
screamed louder.

It begged me to stop.

It said if I drove off,

I'd never see them again.

I hit the gas anyway.

And I drove away.

I drove away from them.

It cost me everything.

I told myself I'd never
make the same mistake again.

But old habits die hard.

Franks said to bring you this.

I still didn't know
how to listen over all the noise.

I still couldn't face the truth,

and the truth was the
same then as always.

The louder my gut screams,

the bigger the monster
that's lying in wait.

Melanie Hewitt's
murder was covered up by the fire.

Can you comment on the
fact that the sniper is now

announcing himself
out in the open?

When will
the Sheriff's Department

issue another statement?

They talked to you once already?

You're not with the sheriff?

Boss man. Who are you with?

Sniper's hide is a hotel
room across the way.

Randy and Gibbs are
sweeping it for evidence.

Sure it's the same guy?

Two unrelated
snipers in one week?

Bastard shot right into the
middle of a bonfire party.

Three dead,

all civilians.

Sheriff will pull rank,

but with all we did
on the Hewitt case,

there's a good chance we'll
get a joint investigation.

Tribune gave the sniper a name.

They're calling him "Sandman."

Because it happened on the
beach at night. Get it?

It's clever as hell,

and it's gonna catch
on.

You got to be kidding me.

Forget about your
joint investigation.

They're starting
up a task force.

Shuffle on over there, Cliff,
and get us on it. Get us on?

No one knows what
the hell NIS even stands for.

All right. Wait, wait, Mike.

They're gonna take
the Hewitt files,

and they're gonna shut
the door in our face.

I said, "All right."
No. Listen to me.

This started on base, Mike.

Okay? Regional's
gonna string me up

unless we get a win here.

Why don't you let me
go get some statements

before they kick my
ass off the beach.

Gentlemen.

You seeing this? Yep.

Cliff Wheeler, NIS.

Special agent in charge.

Dr. Tango?

Give me a hand with
that zipper, will you?

It's all jammed up with sand.

They're starting up a
task force out there.

You mind talking fast?

Unsubstantiated theory:

The forehead shot came first.

Everyone starts running,

so center mass was
the cleanest shot

he could get for
these second two.

Bullets went
through and through.

All three were recovered
and couriered to Forensics.

What about the shooter's M.O.?

Franks says your
new kid was a sniper.

He must be shedding some light.

He's... Yeah.

Staunch opinions.

But, you know, he's like,

"Get mad, duke it out, move on."

Sounds like you.

Excuse me, miss, we
need this area clear.

I'm just helping him with this.

You with the
Coroner's Office?

No. I'm NIS.

All nonessential personnel need
to leave the cordoned area.

J-Just let me...

Hey. Hey. Get off. Get off!

Hey, take it easy.

We've got it from here, miss.

You know what?

I hope you all have sand
caught in your junk for days.

Not you, Dr. Tango,
but the rest of you.

So, the task force is taking
the Hewitt case files, then?

Yeah, but they can't stop
us from doing our own digging.

For crying out loud.
The only thing I got

from the hotel is
that he had brown hair

and paid in cash.

The hell is that?

Where's my board at?

It got swiped by the
Game Warden's Office.

I lifted this one
from the mess hall.

You're trying to tell me

the board that I
went to Office Depot

and bought with my
own money's now got

koala bears on it?

There are no koala bears
in this area, Mike.

It's not
about the bears.

Koalas aren't
actually even bears.

Damn it, Mary Jo!

You're welcome, honey.

When you make that
copy of the Hewitt file

for the task force,
that's about as fast

as you should move, all
right? No faster than that.

Ugh. RANDY:
Curtis Martin.

21-year-old college student.

He was at the beach
for the bonfire party.

Elizabeth Adams.
Elizabeth Adams.

22, Martin's girlfriend.

Third victim was Dustin Cruz.
He wasn't there for the party.

He just happened to be walking
by. - So, to recap,

I talked to the families,
you all just read my notes.

The hell's he been
doing on the horn

for the past 25 minutes?

He's on with Forensics.

Woody said ballistics won't
be done till next week.

So, what?

Probie's talking dirty to him

till he gets a different answer?

It doesn't make sense.

He kills Melanie Hewitt,
and then he sets a fire

to cover it up,
and then he goes

and shoots up a beach
from a hotel window.

Why hide and then
go public?

Maybe the first one's practice,
now he wants the glory.

What?

When I was looking
out the sniper's hide,

I got a feeling.

Prelim and off-the-record,

Woody said that bullets from
Martin and Adams were damaged.

Traces of glass fiber.

Martin and Adams were the
ones shot at center mass.

Sniper wouldn't fire on a
target through a window.

The glass would throw
off the trajectory.

First two shots were
to break the glass.

Lovebirds were
collateral damage.

That's our real target.

His daddy said he walked
the beach every night.

Sniper knew his routine.

- Did he say he had any enemies?
- Couldn't think of none.

Said he was single, no kids,

he was a numbers guy
that worked at some plant

that's been shut
down for remodeling.

So... what's the connection?

Why would anybody
want these two dead?

Have a think on
it. Make it good.

Probie.

You get a gut feeling, you
share it with the group.

Or you could try
to prove it first

with Forensics and whatnot,

but that's a lot to
sit on, ain't it?

Just 'cause you're
scared of being wrong?

You and Dominguez,
head to Melanie's

grandma's house first thing.

See if Melanie
ever said anything

about this Dustin Cruz fella.

Don't
you do it. Don't you dare.

Don't walk
me to the door.

I know you hate
watching me drive off.

Don't you do it. Don't you dare.

Don't you dare.

You're early.

Franks and Randy took
a ride to Cruz's.

He was, uh, pretty
into death metal,

existentially, but
nothing to tell us

why he had a target on his back.

Nothing to connect
him with Melanie.

We're waiting on a warrant

to search the plant
where he worked.

She's around back.

You stalked her
before I got here?

Snipers are sneaky
as hell, man.

You arrest Bugs?

No, ma'am.

Special Agent Dominguez.

I told you to arrest him.

Ma'am, did you
see anything on the news

a couple nights ago
about a shooting?

Happened on the beach?

TV blew out last Christmas.

Ms. Perez, Melanie
was shot by a sniper.

You said it was a fire.

He set the fire after, we
think to cover his tracks.

This man is another
victim of the same shooter.

We're trying to
find a connection

between him and Melanie.

Hopefully, that will help us

figure out who did this.

Never seen him.

His name is Dustin Cruz.

What is he, Mexican?

Nah. Never saw my Mellie
hang around with them.

Stupid clothesline.

Squirrel got itself
all tangled up in it.

Might be easier
to get a new one.

I can fix it.

Oh, it would be no trouble.
I could bring you one.

No.

I said I don't want one.

Mellie hung this one.

I don't want a new one.

I don't know
how to be without her.

Ms. Perez.

We're gonna get the
guy who did this.

You have my word.

Oh, your ring.

It's okay.

In a couple of days,
you can put it back on.

I put a few pictures
together for you.

Gibbs.

You can't make
promises like that.

I'll see you back
at the office.

Cliff, all I need
is for you to ask

your guy at the FBI to
release the information.

Look, task force isn't going
to agree to any of this.

No, no, no, this has nothing
to do with that. Sir.

This has nothing to do
with the task force.

This is about the personal
matter I asked you about.

Oh, you mean the thing I said
no to four times already?

Okay, listen.
Just so you know,

the task force is putting
the word out, all right?

They had an incident up
at that sniper's nest.

Cliff, I wouldn't ask
if I didn't need it.

They're calling it
a safety hazard.

A safety hazard? I'm not
asking for a buzz saw here.

No, the nest. The
task force, okay?

One of their boys almost fell
out of that hotel window.

They had to seal
the place off.

Not even their own people
are allowed in and out

till they get the glass
back in and up to code.

Oof.

Sounds like a scary situation.

Kowalski. Sorry,
sir. Excuse me. Kowalski.

Listen, you call
your guy at the FBI,

you get the go-ahead, then
it is 100% outside the job,

non-interference,
hand to God, please.

Look, task force doesn't
care if we investigate

as long as we stay
out of their way.

I need this done, Mike.

Yeah, I'll get it done.

And then you call your
FBI guy on my thing.

This isn't about quid pro quo.

I can't keep calling in favors
on things that are outside of...

Hello, sir. Good... greetings.

Boss, just to let you know,
the warrant came through.

We can search Cruz's
place of work.

But I-I'm sure you'll
find me when you're ready.

Hey.

I'm late for lunch.
Shelly's gonna kill me.

Tuck 'em away, boys.

Coming through.

Geez.

Hey, Strickland.

Hey.

Oh, God.

These apes put all the
small lockers on our side.

You ever notice that? Uh-huh.

So, I went to Daly's last night,
and I talked to that bouncer.

Oh, the one Gibbs threw
down with? Mm-hmm.

Bouncer said that the fight
started because he accidentally

bumped into Gibbs and
didn't say "excuse me."

Oh, that's freaking hot.

Ooh.

No. Yes, it is.

No, no.

Yes, it is. Listen.

That happened the night
before he started here.

Self-sabotage?

Oh, that's hot as hell.

I know, a recent
widower and all that,

but my God, one bat
from those baby blues

and my panties, they
would be on the floor.

Wait, were you down
here waiting for me?

What's going on?

He's like a raw nerve out there.

He blames himself for what
happened to his family.

He's blaming himself right
to the edge of a cliff.

You worried he's
gonna get you killed?

You're worried he's
gonna get himself killed.

My God, Dominguez,

you really do take
on everyone's crap.

No. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you take on
everyone else's crap,

and you miss...

the-the, you...

Okay.

You've been here working your
ass off for what, two years now?

You're due for a promotion.

And...

Franks goes and recruits
some war hero cowboy

with nothing to go home to

and nothing but
time on his hands

to work all hours and
get in good with the boys

faster than you can
say "sausage fest."

And the next thing
you know, bam,

Franks will promote
him over you.

And no one will bat an eye.

Thing about Franks
is misogyny is about

the only two-dollar
word he can get behind.

Is that why you
asked off his team?

Ooh.

Okay.

All right, I'm gonna
hit the showers

and get something to
eat before I get cranky.

The plant is
called Isan Manufacturing.

Dustin Cruz has been the CFO
there for the last three years.

The place closed
down two months ago

to transition from
manufacturing Walkmen

to Discmen type stuff.

The hell's a Disc-med?

It's, like, the
latest technology.

Location manager is meeting
us there to show us around.

Boss, just so you know,
I didn't hear anything

when I was by the
door, you and Wheeler.

Nothing to hear.

Right, but... but
even if I did...

Yeah, you didn't.

I'm just saying, even if
there was anything to hear

in-in any doorway,
I'm-I'm the type...

Randy, one more word out of you,

I'm gonna shove
you out that door,

and I ain't stopping
the car to do it.

Now, one of you idiots better
tell me what a damn Disc-med is.

It's a prototype.

We call it the SpinMax-Pro.

Guaranteed not to skip.

I couldn't believe it when I
heard Dustin's name on the news.

He was supposed to come back to
oversee the reopening next year.

His office was on
this floor? Yes.

I'll show you there, then I can
grab you his personnel file.

Hey, probie.

Listen, I know how you get.

I need you to keep away
from that sniper's hide.

The hotel? Yeah.

Task force sealed
it off for safety.

Last thing we need is to give
them a reason to come at us.

Take your time, guys.

I got a computer in here!

It's gonna take a bit
to get her cooking!

Oh.

Sorry.

I said it's gonna
be a while, so...

What's wrong with it?

I guess it needs to warm up.

Thought you knew
about these things.

I read the manual for the
one at the office, but...

...boss said I
couldn't turn it on.

I'll be damned.

One of Melanie Hewitt's?

Got ourselves a
connection, boys.

I took another run at Dustin
Cruz's dad and friends.

They were all shocked he
had one of Melanie's totems.

Said he never once
mentioned her.

None of his coworkers remember
Melanie coming in, either.

Maybe the two
of them were banging

and wanted to keep it
secret. - Uh-uh.

Maria Perez said
her granddaughter

wouldn't associate with
a guy who's Mexican.

Ain't she Mexican?

Puerto Rican.

Splitting hairs, ain't it?

Okay, Mike.

Probie, what'd I say about
sharing with the group?

Melanie's grandma said that
the totems were for protection.

Said Melanie got the idea from
a book about Asian tribes.

There were no books
like that in evidence,

but there was this one.

The Power of
the Dark Deceiver:

Flesh, Bones and the Occult.

What if her and Cruz
were both mixed up

in this black magic stuff

and that's what got
them both killed?

Existential death metal.

See what happens
when you let it out?

You got to quit
stifling the gut.

Old habits. FRANKS:
Old habits, my ass.

Now we got a working theory

instead of yapping
ourselves in circles.

Damn it, Mary Jo!

It's not her fault our
board got swiped, Mike.

Oh, this new one sucks. It don't
hold tacks with the same gusto.

So call the game warden.
They're the ones that took it.

It's Mary
Jo's problem to fix.

She's not doing her job.

So why don't you hire one
of your guys to replace her?

I'm sure you could
circumvent the typing eval.

Wait, what are we talking about?

It's getting late.

Let's call it.

Don't move!

Dad. What the hell
are you doing?

Taking a leak. You mind?

Oh, God.

Late night, huh?

Where have you been, son?

Dad, why are you here?

Well, I tried calling, but...

you don't answer, so...

I've been busy. Well,
I've been worried.

You've been hiking in Nepal.

I asked you if I should
still go. You said yes.

Now, if you wanted me to
stay, you should've said that.

What happened to your face?

Did they catch the guy?

Who's taking care of the store?

I'm asking you,
did they catch him?

There's no one to catch.

It was a bar fight.

How long are you staying?

I'm asking about Shannon
and Kelly, damn it.

Now, did they catch
the guy who did it?

He disappeared.

Mexico, they think.

I'll make up the couch.

NIS?

Mike Franks recruited me.

You're a Navy cop now?

Mm.

What are you doing, Leroy?

You're not built for that, son.

I am working right now.

Come on. I have
to show you guys.

Please don't overreact.

She shot all these herself?

Month's worth.

All documenting her process.

Videos were damaged
pretty badly in the fire,

but a little Windex
and superglue,

and I was able to do
a little resurrecting.

This guy here is the main event.

Looks pretty bad. Yeah.

This one was burnt
worse than the rest.

I finally got it working
about an hour ago,

but I put it in the machine
and the machine ate it,

so I had to start over again.

Here we go.

Say a prayer to the VCR gods.

It-it's happening again.

They're watching.

I can feel their eyes.

I'm not paranoid.

I'm not.

What I'm feeling...

...it's real.

It's four days before
she was killed.

They're not gonna stop.

They want me gone.

Abuela, I hope you never
see this, but if you do,

know that I love you.

Abuela...

That's it.

She knew someone
wanted her dead.

And I think she knew who.

Look.

The sniper's hide.

The room was sealed
by the task force.

What's the light doing on?

Holy mother!

That place is totally haunted.

Someone broke in.

Or that.

Call Franks.

Tell him to meet us there.

Federal agents! Freeze! Door!

Clear.

Stay back.

He saw it, he saw it.

Bugs?

Stay away!

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

Bugs, it's okay, man.

I can't. I ain't in it.

Bugs. Bugs.

Look at me.

You remember me
from the tunnels?

Let's talk.

I saw it on the news.

This is where I got to do it.

He was angry.

He was watching her.

You mean Melanie?

Who was watching her?

This is where I got to do it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa. We're here, man.

We're with you.
We can talk this through, okay?

It's gonna be
okay. - Bugs?

It's gonna be okay.

I got to do it.

I got to do it. Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're here, man.
We're here with you.

We can talk this through,
okay? It's gonna be okay.

Bugs.

Step to me. Let's talk.

Boy, you ain't jumping.

You said someone was
watching Melanie.

You ain't tapping out
until I get a name.

What?

Guy wants to jump.

If that's what was staring
me back in the mirror,

I might feel the same.

Matter a fact, if
I'm being honest,

I probably would've
jumped sooner.

Look, son, I ain't asking.

You're gonna tell me
who was watching her.

I said...

you're gonna tell me
who was watching her.

Then you can take flight.

Bugs. Bugs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. - We're here.

We're...

Come on, come on.

Come on. Give me your arm.

How do you like that, probie?

Saved his ass.

You're okay.

You've got to be kidding me.

Randolf.

Randolf!

The task force is
demanding custody of Bugs.

The clock is ticking.

When is Franks starting
the interrogation?

Pregame ritual.

Any time there's a
major interrogation,

he pops in some tunes,

puts on his headphones.

"Eye of the
Tiger" type stuff?

Word on the street?

Soft rock power ballads.

Hey, listen, that,
uh, typing eval thing.

I was gunning for Franks.
I shouldn't have...

Don't worry about it.

You want the crackers this time?

No, thank you, Mary Jo.

Is there someplace
we can watch?

Withdrawal.

Ain't no joke.

Promise this will
make you feel better.

Nancy's right.

Just say no, kids.

That is the best chicken soup
on the entire West Coast.

Trina's Southern Soul Food.

I know I might have been
brash back at the hotel.

It's a scary thing,

seeing you knocking
on death's door, son.

You ain't my dad.

Why you got me in here?

I... I didn't do nothing wrong.

But you know who did.

Go on.

He says to listen to my gut,

but this and back
at the hotel...

I would've done different.

Hey, I need you guys
upstairs right now.

It's his first time watching.

No, right now. Come on.

Task force is going nuts

over us removing a suspect

from their crime scene.

Sheriff's Department is
on the way over right now

to take custody of Bugs.

We got to connect
him to the military.

Wheeler's orders.

Connect him how?
Any way we can.

Any Marine or Navy tie

that we can find
to argue custody

and finish the interrogation.

Okay.

Jamison, tell me who he is.

You said somebody
was watching Melanie.

I need a name, son.

I didn't say that.

Yeah, but you did.

I'm looking for
information on Jamison Boyd.

NIS.

Naval Investigative Service.

Sir, don't get snippy with me.

We're a federal
agency, just like you.

Tony, Tony, no,
no, no, no, no.

I-I need anything military.

Has he ever worked on a base?

Okay, then did he ever
get fried next to a base?

Give me something.

Hey, sheriff is ten minutes out.

We got to move.

Ms. Perez?

Yeah, I'm
here. I'm thinking.

One time, Mellie said

that Bugs had a
cousin that was Navy.

But I guess that was her
trying to convince me that Bugs

was a good guy,
from a good family.

She wanted me to think
that he was her friend,

not her dealer.

She ever say this cousin's name?

Uh, Howie? Harold?

Something like that.

What did Melanie tell you?

What was she into,

some kind of Satan worship?

I can't be in here. Please.

Please? You know a guy

named Dustin Cruz?

Was Melanie seeing him?

Hey.

I need you to sit
back down, son.

You ain't my dad. No, I'm not.

No, I am not.

Whatever your daddy did
to you, I am not that.

Look at me.

I'm the good guys.

I want to take care of you.

Have a seat.

I saw it.

I saw it.

You saw what?

I saw Melanie get killed.

I was at her house.

She was walking to her room,

and then...

she was just dead on the floor.

And I'm all hyped up on
crank, you know, and...

I was the only person there,

and no one would believe
I didn't kill her.

You set the fire to cover it up?

So you'd think it
was an accident.

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

But you know who it was, though,

don't you?

You knew who was watching her.

Bugs, you know who was
watching her. Who was it?

You know who was watching her.

I'm in there working
this guy's daddy issues,

and you two are gonna cut in?

Task force en route to
take custody of Bugs.

Son of a bitch.

We were trying to look for

a military connection
to keep him here.

Maria Perez told Gibbs

about a cousin of
Bugs being Navy.

We tracked him down.

His name is Hershel Boyd.

Read it.

Read it!

You enlisted illegally at 16

under your cousin's
name, Hershel Boyd.

You were a Navy SEAL,

on track to becoming
a SEAL sniper.

That's you, ain't it?

You saw Melanie get
killed. Yeah, you did.

You saw her through
the scope of your M40

right before you
pulled the trigger.

You were the one that
was watching Melanie.

You were the one
that killed her!

No, no, no.

Then you went and
shot up the beach.

When we found you
at that hotel,

you were getting high,
reliving your glory.

Whatever your daddy done to you,

you got a whole
lot worse coming.

You want to get up out of
this room, don't you, son?

You want to leave?

Hmm?

Look at me.

You ain't never getting
out, not until you talk.

I said talk, boy.

I said talk! Talk!

I said talk!

I said talk! I said talk!

I did it. I did it! Talk!

Talk! I did it!

Huh? Say it so I can hear you.

I killed them. I
killed them both.

Why?

Melanie and me were together.

I loved her so much,

but she didn't
want me no more.

She wanted Cruz.

I loved her so much.

I loved her so much!

I loved her so much...

That's it?

Yeah, we got him.

There he is.

Biggest knockout
of your career, no?

Jealous boyfriend every time.

Every time, am I right?

I'm right.

Hey.

I got some icing on
the cake for you.

After your win in there,

I ran Bugs' boots over
to the game warden.

He confirmed it. They were
covered in dried crap.

Excrement is 100% bison.

Side note,

warden claims they weren't

the ones who swiped our board.

Hey. Hey.

Write clear numbers this time,

not the scribble you
normally leave here.

Anyway, bison crap places Bugs

near the first sniper's hide.

It'll hold up in court,
thanks to your confession.

Like I said, icing.

Yo, Franks, I
heard your new boy

knocked some sense into
that bouncer at Daly's.

Kowalski.

Look how pretty.

Whoa.

What a miracle.

I heard Wheeler's
over the moon.

I'm sure he will release
doves for the press.

Balloons, maybe. Hey.

Hey.

Hey, where you going?

I'm trying to pat
you on the back here.

I'm trying to get out of here

before I do something to
you I might get fired for.

Excuse me?

You tell Gibbs he failed his
psych eval, I let that slide,

but you bring that
BS into the bullpen?

Yeah, okay. That was a slipup.

Yeah, you're damn
right it was a slipup.

You're out here throwing stones.

Let's not forget what
was on your psych eval.

So, that's it, then?

You bring in your new
boy, now you're ready,

gloves come off, you
put me in my place?

I hope you're not implying
I don't like women.

Honey, I love women.

What I don't like are
workplace distractions.

Now, you beat me
to crime scenes,

you got a line on evals.

I don't know who you're
screwing for your intel,

but Gibbs, he's all
kind of messed up.

And I see you scratching him up

and then licking his
wounds like a dog in heat,

so, lady, if you're
gonna bang him,

you get it over with so we
can get back to our damn jobs.

You talk to me like that again,

and I'm going
straight to Wheeler.

Yeah, you do that.

Thing about Wheeler, though,

he don't like
distractions, either.

You're late.

Here.

Wheeler did what you asked.

FBI gave me what I needed

to do my thing.

I told
myself it would be okay.

On behalf of the
Naval Investigative Service,

I am proud to say that
San Diego can finally

breathe a sigh of
relief tonight.

Due to the tireless work of
our special agents and staff,

NIS has arrested the
sniper known as Sandman.

I told
myself I'd never make

the same mistake again.

Hey.

Look at that.

You did that.

I swore if
the scream came back...

...I wouldn't just hear it.

I would listen to it.

But old habits die hard.

People, well, they die easier.

Sometimes a lot of
them have to die

for you to learn
to trust your gut,

and I was only just starting to.

I was only just starting
to listen to the scream

that said the worst
monsters lie in wait.

The worst monsters
let you breathe.

They let you think it's over.

They lull you to
sleep, and then...

...enter Sandman.