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Yes, I'm almost there.

Another half hour.

Relax.

Everything's going
according to plan.

I've been to the Smithsonian,

Mount Vernon,

and a dreadful abomination
called Foamhenge.

If anybody's following me,
they'll think I'm just sightseeing.

We're good.

Yes, it's an actual replica
of Stonehenge,

except it's all made out of foam.

Pure disaster.

Just when you think
you've seen everything...

NCIS Season 12 Episode 03
So It Goes

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

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Web-Dl sync: Rie van de Buggy's

Burton Moore was born in 1977
in a small town in Wyoming.

He received a BS in geology
from the University of Wisconsin.

Then spent almost a decade in
the Peace Corps before moving to DC.

Record?

He was arrested once.

But for protesting a zoo that was
accused of abusing their animals.

We also have his yearly salary,
favorite bands,

and political positions on everything
from the Middle East to Middle Earth.

Which he's a big fan of.

I can hang with Middle Earth.
Code McBlue, Code McBlue.

It's a purple grommet.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

That's the park ranger
that was here a few weeks ago.

Are these two doing
background for you?

It totally looks like that, huh?

Places of residence,

political contributions...

shoe size...
that's a myth, by the way.

- No, it's not.
- Size 12.

You don't have to hide this from me.

I'm not jealous.
I have a girlfriend, remember?

I wasn't worried
that you were jealous.

It's the overprotective big
brother routine that's getting old.

I'm not not overprotective.

Okay. So, I can date him?

Absolutely not, you don't know
a thing about this guy.

Aside from this totally
comprehensive background check.

But that's something you two
can get into trouble for.

For what?

Data is from the Internet.

We didn't use a single
law enforcement database.

McGee, it's the overprotective big
brother routine that's getting old.

Gear up!

Got a car blast in Virginia.

- He's just really not right for...
- Go.

So, truck driver saw the fire,
called 911.

Any witness?

Cops found fresh
tire tracks over there.

Looks like a second
vehicle was parked.

Why didn't they call 911?

Did I get here before you?

Got here before us.
What'd we miss?

And don't spare the details.

I'm writing an abstract
on thermal trauma,

and can use some inspiration.

You first.

Victim appears to be
of advanced age.

On first glance, I would say

he was ejected from the car
in the explosion.

- Was he in the Navy?
- Don't know...

Waiting on an e-mail back
with the vehicle registration.

- Why was NCIS called?
- 'Cause of this.

Police found it hidden
under the spare in the trunk.

- Which is why it survived.
- What is it?

Troop deployment orders.

- What's he doing with those?
- I'm sorry, did I get here before you?

I got that vehicle information.

It's a rental registered
to an Angus Clarke.

Oh, I knew an Angus Clarke
growing up.

Yeah, he lived on a beautiful
tree-lined street.

Came from a wealthy family in, uh...

- Beaconsfield?
- Yes.

Six-one-two-three...

Clifford Avenue.

Duck, who was Angus Clarke?

My best friend.

When we were kids,
we used to play a game called

�What's the Time, Mister Wolf?�

You would know it as �tag�.

To say I enjoyed it immensely
would be an understatement.

In fact, I...

don't think I'm enjoying anything
as much since.

How long has it been, Duck?

Too long.

You don't need to do this.

We can get somebody else.

No, we can't.

When Kate was taken from us,

and Director Shepard, Mike Franks...

their autopsies were
all I had left of them.

If I wasn't willing

to give up
those last moments with them,

I'm sure as hell not now.

I already washed the body
and logged the superficial wounds.

And I took X-rays, including dental,
to verify the identity.

Thank you again.

Doctor, I do have one more question.

What happens when frogs
park illegally?

- Excuse me?
- Never mind.

I looked up a couple of jokes
before you got here.

I thought it help cheer you up.

It's a thought
I'm regretting right now.

What happens
when frogs park illegally?

They get... toad.

Yeah, well, let's...

- start the autopsy.
- I couldn't agree more.

Now, wait a minute.

- You sure these were taken of him?
- Yes.

- I took 'em myself.
- Give me that.

This gentleman

has both his original
central incisors.

- Is that a problem?
- Angus didn't.

This isn't Angus!

His two front teeth were
replaced by dental implants

after they were knocked out
in a fight.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I was the one that knocked them out.

Train now arriving on platform five,

317 for K Street.
Platform five...

The one month, unlimited
rides across the continent.

Oh, lucky you. Well, last thing
I'm going to need is your name.

Donnie Mallard,
and I'm somewhat in a hurry, sir.

Like the Mallard Song of Oxford!

Sung once a century
at a special ceremony.

I remember when I was a child...

My father used to talk
about the first ceremony in 1901.

- My pass, please.
- Led by Cosmo Lang.

- Sorry. Coming through.
- Most people don't realize...

I'm so sorry, sir, this man's a doctor,
and he's needed in surgery immediately.

My apologies, and thank you
for the fascinating insight.

I dig in hell. I thought the old sod
would never shut up.

- What are you doing here?
- Father gave me the night off.

I might take you to dinner
before you disappear tomorrow.

I've already eaten.

We'll just have
to get plastered then.

Works for me.

When do you report for training?

30 days...
as soon as I get back from my trip.

So, what I want to know is,

why does somebody spend all
that time learning to be a doctor,

and then he signs up
to Royal Army Medical Corps?

'Cause not all of us are set to inherit
the family fortune when we grow up.

Speaking of which, gonna have
to go past Daddy's hotel.

- I left my wallet there.
- Forget it.

- Forget what?
- I know what you're up to.

- It is as plain as a pikestaff.
- What am I up to?

You clearly have arranged some sort
of surprise going-away party

and are trying to lure me
to the location

knowing full well
that I despise surprise parties.

Now, you see,
I knew I wouldn't be able

to lure you to the hotel, so, um...

Surprise!

You hear the good news?
Our victim is not Ducky's best friend.

Well, that's good news
for Ducky's best friend.

I was trying to look
at the positive.

And the DNA sample
that Jimmy gave me.

And, then, hopefully, we can find out
whose bestie this guy is.

I was able to identify
the source of the explosion.

It's a shell from an AT4
anti-tank weapon.

- How's that for overkill?
- You trace the source, Abs?

I'm trying, but the AT4
is the most common

anti-tank weapon in the world.

I did find intrigue,
though, on what was left

of our victim's car's
navigation system.

He programmed NCIS
as his destination.

- He was coming to the Yard.
- Maybe he was

returning those classified documents
to lost and found or something.

And that's not all.

The flash drive that we found
was corrupted from the heat,

but I was able to reconstruct
some of the file structures.

Our victim had dossiers
on at least three Naval officers.

Like, their photos,
and their job descriptions.

- All sorts of stuff.
- Anything in common?

They're all dead.

It's not like they were murdered
or anything.

Natural causes and accidents.

This guy had a car accident.

And a heart attack,
this guy fell off the roof

when he was replacing
solar attic fan.

I mean, it's weird, right?

I mean, I thought I'd have some sort
of theory, but I've got nothing.

Except our victim's identity.

I'll take that.

Our victim is Samuel Colpepper.

British national,
arrived last week on business.

Customs say he was traveling
with this man.

That is Ducky's friend Angus.
Colpepper works for him.

He manages one
of the hotels Angus owns.

- Apparently, he owns a few.
- Ducky's friend still stateside?

No. Flew back to England three days ago.
Colpepper stayed behind a couple of days

to do some shopping,
judging by his credit card charges.

What were they doing here?

Meeting with local businessmen.

That Angus's office.
They gave me a list of names.

But, Gibbs, nobody's heard
from Angus since he got back.

- UK police are looking for him.
- I made a few calls, too.

- No luck.
- Colpepper was coming to NCIS.

It's a possibility
he was coming to see you.

Well, I can't imagine
why an employee of Angus's

would have a list
of deceased Navy sailors,

some classified material,

or why he would be
bringing it to me.

- We got nothing.
- Well, then get something.

Interview all the businessmen
Angus and Colpepper met with?

- On it.
- Open up the files again.

And make sure those accidents
were really accidents.

- On it.
- Pack a bag.

- Where am I going?
- England.

Interview Angus
as soon as he turns up.

On it.

If he turns up.

Don't you have some vacation time
you haven't used up?

I have all of it, in fact.

Thank you.

C-Care for a traveling companion?

Took you long enough.

Don't worry.

We'll find your friend.

When was the last time you saw him?

You bloody bastard.

My going away party.

All I'm saying is
that you ought to be evaluated

for sleep apnea.

It's called snoring, okay?
And you did your fair share

while I was trying to sleep, too.

I do not snore.

Okay. Tell that
to rows four through 29.

Agent Bishop, Dr. Mallard.

I recognize you from the old photos.

We spoke on the phone.
Gareth Godfrey,

- Mr. Clarke's personal assistant.
- Thank you for meeting us.

- Any word?
- I checked in with police

when we landed.

- Nothing new.
- We're all worried sick.

It's unlike Mr. Clarke
to disappear like this.

Maybe we can be of some assistance.

Could we have a look at his office?

That's out of the question...

per Mr. Clarke,
no one is allowed in his office.

No one.
And no exceptions.

However, these are
exceptional times.

So we will make one.
My husband is missing.

These people might be able to help.

- But Mr. Clarke would not...
- I have divorce papers for him to sign.

If he doesn't turn up,
I'll have to wait seven more years.

May I present Margaret Clarke,
Mr. Clarke's lovely wife.

Put a sock in it.

You've come a long way
for an old friend.

I don't have many left.

I know the feeling.

Go anywhere you please.

Mr. Godfrey will make sure
that you have access.

I want to be her when I grow up.

Well done, boys.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Nice of you to join us.

Put a sock in it.
I was shopping

for your going away present.

You must be joking.

Do I look like
the bow tie type to you?

Well, it's time to update your wardrobe.
You're a medical doctor, not Doctor Who.

Yeah, Mags, that's practical for someone
about to backpack across Europe.

Okay, then, Mr. Practical,
what did you get him?

Something for him to...

remember us by when he's killing
his first patient.

A scalpel?

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.

Obstetricians don't lose
that many patients.

Obstetrics? I thought you wanted
to specialize in heart surgery.

It's another four years
of university.

I've had it up to here with cadavers.
To be honest,

if I never see another dead body,
it'll be too soon.

Phone call for you, sir.

Dr. Mallard, emergency
telephone call for you.

Hello, this is Dr. Mallard.

How on earth did that happen?

How should I know? I'm a doctor,
not a veterinarian, Mother.

Bloody corgis got
into the liquor cabinet again.

Speaking of which...

To the Three Musketeers.

The Three Musketeers!

Come on. Let's dance.

I'm knackered.

I've got to answer
the call of nature.

This is the Prime Minister's Suite.

Mr. Clarke took it over
as his office several years ago.

Please try not to disturb too much.

Mr. Clarke is quite
meticulous with, uh...

Looks as if Angus was...

- sleeping in his office.
- I guess his wife

wasn't kidding
about those divorce papers.

I'll check the computer.

Is that you?

Hard to believe it, isn't it?

You were hot.
Like, really, really...

- Never mind. Sorry.
- For what?

I really loved that turtleneck.

I'll check some of these files.

- So you knew Angus's wife?
- Yes.

- We were the best of friends.
- What happened?

Life happened.

- Are you getting anything?
- Not yet.

Forgot access to Angus's e-mail,

but it's mostly
forwards of bad jokes.

Oh, wait. No, hold on.

There's something still
in the cache someone tried to delete.

It's an e-mail to Colpepper,
the day he was killed.

It's the same dossiers
Abby pulled off

of Colpepper's flash drive.

Colpepper must have got it
from Angus.

But what was Angus doing
with it in the first place?

I don't know. We should show 'em to
his wife. Maybe she knows something.

I'm gonna send this to Abby first,
and then we can...

No wonder Angus and his wife
were having problems.

- Get off my property!
- It's a fair offer.

I'd rather lose it
to the bank than sell it to you.

- I'll buy it from the bank.
- Maybe I'll just break your face.

Gunner's mate, USS Saratoga.
Got no quarrel with you boys.

- Him, I'm gonna break his face.
- Typical of Americans.

You all think you're John Wayne.

Peter Velo?

How about we take him
off your hands?

Works for me.
Just watch out for that one.

- He's a snake.
- I'm a businessman.

He's facing bankruptcy.
I offer him solvency

in exchange for an equity stake.

How is that a crime? Or a reason
to equate me with herpetology,

for that matter?

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

Did you meet with this man recently?

Angus, yes.
Five days ago.

He ran into some solvency trouble of
his own a few years ago, with a hotel.

I bailed him out.

He was grateful.

That was in the UK.
Why meeting here?

I relocated to your lovely
country two months ago.

I asked Angus to fly out to talk
about opening a hotel here.

- What is this about exactly?
- Angus is missing.

One of his employees was murdered.

Not Colpepper?

That's the one.

What?

I'm sure it's nothing but,

Angus was clearly quite upset
with Colpepper about something.

I don't know what.

I didn't think much
about it at the time.

But?

But now you're telling me
Colpepper's been murdered.

It does lead one to wonder.

So go ahead. Ask me.

Ask you what?

You know what.

Have you spoken
to your park ranger friend?

- None of your business.
- You just told me to ask.

I changed my mind.

I'd like to ask something.

Really? I have to ask?

No. Never.

I've been going
through the autopsy reports

of our sailors from our crime
scene flash drive.

This guy fell asleep while driving.

So the cops did a blood test
to see if he'd been drinking.

- He wasn't.
- Right.

But I dug a little deeper,

and I found breakdown products
that would be missed

by a regular blood panel.
I think he was drugged.

And I found something similar

in every autopsy report.

- These weren't accidents, Gibbs.
- They were murdered.

And I've actually got
three names to add to the list.

The original e-mail from Angus

contained three dossiers we weren't able
to recover from the flash drive.

This one had a heart attack.

Supposedly.

This one accidentally drowned.

Supposedly.

And this one...

... is not dead.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

He's the only one
on the list that's not dead.

Yet.

You guys need to go find him.

Fast.

You read the article I sent, right?

Yeah, 84,000 chemicals
on the market today.

Only 200 have been tested
for human safety.

People have no idea how...

NCIS.
We would like to speak with you.

I'll call you back.
Can this wait?

I need to keep my heart rate up
for another ten minutes.

No. Sorry. We need you to come back
to the Navy Yard with us.

I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me why.

We found a list of dead sailors
at a crime scene.

- And you're on it.
- Me? Why? I'm not dead.

We think it's a hit list.

This is a joke, right?
Matthews put you up to this.

No joke.

No, one of the murders was made
to look like a heart attack.

Heart attack

Do I look like the type
that has a heart attack to you?

There was one that was supposed
drunk-driving accident.

I don't drink, I don't smoke.

Look, I'm in the prime
of my life, guys.

I intend to live
until I'm at least...

McGee, call 911.

- Any news on Commander Bucket?
- He's stable.

Apparently, he did have
some kind of allergic reaction.

Good thing Gibbs was there.

He's debriefing him in the hospital.

Did you catch up with the woman
from Angus' office?

Yeah. She works here.

Claims she got kicked out of her room
and was just using Angus' room to crash.

- There was only one bed.
- I know.

I noticed that, but

she insisted there was nothing between
them, and she has no idea where he is.

I'll assume �he� is Angus.
But who's she?

Never mind.
And I don't care.

You wanted me
to look at some photos?

Yes, your husband e-mailed a series
of dossiers to an employee of his.

Do any of these men look familiar?

You know what?
I just realized

I've never seen Big Ben. Cheerio.

No. Um...
sorry I don't recognize anything.

What happened, Maggie?

What a wonderful party.

And don't tell me
that you didn't have fun.

If you're going through hell,
you keep going.

Winston Churchill,
who wears a bow tie, by the way.

Get stuffed. I'd rather have
a noose around my neck.

I do love a man in a bow-tie.

Well, you'll have to put it on.
I've no idea how.

Come with me, Mags.

- Where are we going?
- I mean tomorrow.

On my trip.

- I have something to tell you.
- I love you, Mags.

I've been in love with you
from the moment we met.

I know you feel something, too.

Why didn't you say something sooner?

- If I'd have known, I...
- I'm saying something now.

And what the bloody hell
is going on here?

- I'm sorry.
- Wait. Why are you sorry?

- I see.
- It just...

happened.

We were going to tell you.

What if Donnie had
said something sooner, huh?

What does that make me,
second fiddle?!

- Back off.
- You're as drunk as a lord.

Yeah, I'm drunk. I'm not blind.

I can see she fancies you.
So which is it, Mags?

Who's it gonna be, eh?

Have you lost your mind?

- You just tried to snog my girl, mate!
- You don't even love her, Angus.

And you do?!

Fine. Keep her.
What do I care?

She's nothing but a cheap
floozy anyway.

You bloody bastard.

You left.

And you never came back.

Agent Gibbs here? I got the toxicology
report for the commander.

- He's not back from the hospital yet.
- Am now.

Allergic reaction to shellfish.

A residue somehow got
into his water bottle.

Somehow?

- It could've been an accident.
- It wasn't.

Supposed to look like one.
Petty officer have anything to say?

I drink too much coffee.
Nothing more than that.

We got something here.

Still have no clue why these guys
were targeted, but we finally

- found a connection between them.
- Each time one of 'em died,

someone was assigned to take over
their duties. Nothing odd there.

The odd part is,
all of the replacements were Albanian.

- Well, Albanian-American.
- All of 'em?

Yeah. We did some math and...
Well, McGee did the math...

The odds of that happening by chance
are less than one in 10,000.

Bring 'em in.

Very nice. Very nice.

I love watching you guys work.
Honestly. Bravo.

Bravo.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Bishop, what have you got?

When?

All right.

Thanks.

What does she got?

Police found Ducky's friend.

At the bottom of a river.

You do house calls now?

Don't say it. I don't want
to hear the details.

I knew...

when I hadn't heard from him,
that something had happened.

45 years,
he's never been gone this long.

No matter how bad it got.

Can I get you anything?

My coat.

Wait a minute.

My going-away present.

I left it at the club that night.

Angus took it home.

Kept it in his desk for years.

Eventually, he had that stand made.

That was the last time
we saw each other.

There is very little in my life
that I regret more than that night.

He would say the same.

Marrying me might be

- the only thing that trumps it.
- I find that hard to believe.

Angus and I were meant
to be friends.

The best of friends, but

I think that was it.

These last few years,
we barely spoke to each other.

I have to go.

I need to tell his employees
before anyone else does.

Angus would have wanted that.

Mrs. Clarke.

I don't know how to tell you this.

I think they already know.

- Sorry, can't help you.
- Can't or won't?

I'm just a medical supply clerk.

If want to talk about antibiotics
or prosthetics, I'm your guy.

As far as how my predecessor died,
I don't know anything,

except that it was
a terrible accident.

And I can say that over and over...

and over if you like.

How many more?

We've interrogated five
of the replacements, and he is the last.

It's not gonna be any different.

They know anything
about Angus Clarke.

None of them know anything
about their predecessors' deaths.

None of them know anything.

Except they know everything.

They're not hiding it well.
Must be pretty confident

we can't tie them to the murders.

We haven't yet, but I found
something interesting here.

I was going over their service files,
and it turns out that all of them listed

the same emergency contact on
their systems application.

- Albania's a pretty small country.
- It's not that small.

Contact is named Gareth Ahmeti.

I did some checking. He's reported
to be a member of the Albanian mafia.

Specialty is assassination.

Interpol says he's living in the UK,
under the name Gareth Godfrey.

He was truly, truly,

a remarkable man.

I just need a moment.

Perhaps a drink?

- Actually, we were...
- Thank you.

Gareth Ahmeti

worked his way up the Albanian mafia
by having a knack for killing people.

Why is he still free?

No one's ever lived
to testify against him.

Interpol thinks
that he was sent to the UK

to keep an eye on a prostitution
and smuggling ring.

And what they were
smuggling was weapons.

Abby finally traced the AT4
that took out our victim's car.

I called the Joint Munitions Command.
There's a whole bunch of 'em missing.

One of the replacements works
at the Joint Munitions Command.

Weapons disappeared right
after he took over the department.

Any guesses what we'd find if we were
to audit their supply departments?

Lot of missing supplies.

This guy's in medicine,
this guy's in ammo.

It's a smuggling ring.

The Albanian mafia has enlisted
in our military.

So, Ahmeti takes out
the department heads,

which moves their people
into a positions to steal?

Maybe that's what Ducky's friend
was trying to tell us.

- Where is he now?
- Nobody knows.

I do. I do.

Sorry I'm eavesdropping.

But I was really bored
down in autopsy,

and I do enjoy
watching you guys work.

Where?

Gareth helped Dr. Mallard

make a Skype call. And the doctor said
he was Angus Clarke's assistant.

Probably just a cover.

He was so good to me.

One of the best
employers I ever had.

Excuse me.

Duck, are you there?

Yes. Jethro.

Did he ever say anything about me?

He was always so scarce with his praise,
I've wondered.

I'm sure Angus was satisfied
with your work.

His standards weren't very high.

- I mean...
- I'm sorry, Gareth,

I need to have a word
in private with Maggie.

- You don't!
- Godfrey, what on earth are you doing?

You must mean one of your friends
from NCIS.

Sit down.

Both of you.

No, Bishop, you get there
as fast as you can.

What law enforcement agencies
are near Finchley.

We need to know if your NCIS office
has use of a chopper.

- Are you in England?
- Gonna say it a third time:

- Stop.
- Imminent danger of bodily harm.

Call your contacts
and see who can meet you.

And keep trying Clarke's home
phone number and call Ducky's cell.

It's a shame, Dr. Mallard.

I just came by to see
if Margaret suspected anything.

If you weren't here,
she might've lived.

Now you're both going to die.

- You killed my husband.
- I didn't want to.

I liked Angus,
more than you did, I think.

But he was a rat.

And you're the worst
personal assistant I've ever known.

With you, I'll be quick.

Her...

I'm going to take my time.

Over my dead body.

I'm glad we understand each other.

And what are you gonna do with that?

- Give me a paper cut?
- I doubt the blade is clean.

Infections can be deadly.

Give me that knife.

This was my favorite suit.

I take it back.

I'm gonna take my time
with you, too.

I can still save your life.

There is still time.

All mouth and no trousers, this one.

You feeling light-headed?

I just nicked your brachial artery.

You'll be dead in
less than 90 seconds.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Yes, that would be your dying
of hypovolemic shock.

The sweating and chest pains
are normal...

- 70 seconds.
- You have to do something.

No, I don't. But if you tell me
why my best friend is dead,

I'll consider it.

60 seconds.

We were running a prostitution ring
out of Angus's hotel.

- He would never let you do that.
- He didn't have a choice.

We told him if he ratted us out,
we'd kill you.

But he was a sneaky one.

Angus found out

that you were also
running a smuggling ring in the U.S.

He tried to get the evidence to me.

He hoped that NCIS
would take you down.

That you'd go to jail
and never know who sent you there.

Angus would be free.

But it didn't quite work out
that way, did it?

We found his e-mail to Colpepper.

Couldn't let him talk.

That's all I know.

Fix my arm already.

No, that's not all you know.

You said "we" were running
a prostitution ring.

You're just an errand boy.
A gopher.

Put in place
to keep an eye on Angus.

So who's really in charge?

Is it someone
you're willing to die for?

If so,

you're welcome to be my guest.

Agent Gibbs, good to see you again.

May I introduce my new partner.

Mr. Kowolski finally saw
the wisdom of my offer.

Hardly. The bank twisted my arm.
I had no choice.

I wouldn't sign that paper,
if I were you.

You don't want to be in business
with him.

- I beg your pardon?
- You're not relocating to the U.S.

you're expanding operations here.

What on earth are you talking about?

At first we were wondering:
what's this guy doing

with an import-export business?

But then we saw the list of chemicals
your crew smuggled off a Navy base.

Yeah, we're thinking meth.

Look at him go.

Back to square one, I guess.

Sorry about that.

Works for me.

Thanks so much.
Yeah, bummer about the taxi strike.

The SAC from the NCIS office
is coming to take us to Heathrow.

We have about... half hour.

You want to head back to the hotel?

Everything okay?

I'm sorry, Eleanor.

Everything is...

as it must be.

So how did you leave things
with Maggie?

I didn't.

I just left.

- Without saying good-bye?
- Yes, without saying good-bye.

Living across the pond...

hasn't done much for your manners.

I'll be right back.

So you came to say good-bye.

- Feels familiar.
- It shouldn't.

Didn't give me a chance last time.

Or to explain.

What was there to explain?

All passengers
please board immediately.

It was the hardest day of my life,

choosing between
the two men that I loved.

I chose wrong.

Angus and I were

wonderful friends but...

a horrible couple.

By the time I realized that,
you were off to the war and...

and I was committed to the role
of a good wife.

I thought you hated bow ties.

I do.

They're impossible to keep straight.

Why are you still...

Why didn't you ever marry?

You had so much love to give.

A colleague
and a very good friend of mine

lost his soul mate.

And then he nearly wrecked his life

marrying the wrong woman
over and over,

trying to find her again.

I...

chose to skip that part.

So...

now what?

I don't suppose it's good anymore.

Or is it?

What are you asking me?

To be honest, I don't know.

All I know is
that I would like to stand here

with you a little longer.

Next to you.

And maybe...

just not say anything.

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