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The man in charge.

The hours he keeps.

The pride he takes.

The orders he gives.

The rules he follows.

The ones he breaks.

The giants he topples.

The man in charge.

Aw, hell.

The burdens he bears.

Your shoe guy will
know what to do, right?

Man's a professional.

Last time I took them in,

he said they were
on their deathbed.

Why don't you wear
your black ones?

Those are special
occasion boots.

I can't work in those.

Well, you got plenty of
others in the garage.

In that box?

Those are castoffs.
I rejected them.

Look at them.

They're perfect.

Genuine Nile crocodile leather.

This one just
needs a little glue

and some stitching, that's all.

Tell me you'll take it
to your guy. Please.

Just say it.

Okay, I'll take it to my guy.

Don't go worrying
about me or the ranch.

You like them?

I ain't never taking them off.

Morning, Mikey.

I overslept.

- I'm doing it.
- What's that?

I'm doing what you said.

I'm covering the morning chores
as soon as I find my boots.

Oh, my night was fantastic,
thanks for asking.

Nancy Caplan?

Oh, Mikey, she is one hell of
a woman and twice on Sundays.

That's enough of that.

Sorry, Mama.

- Morning, Mama.
- Don't go filling

my baby's head
with that nonsense.

Oh, come on, he's 21, not 12.

Speaking of,

happy birthday.

It was three weeks ago.

Sorry it's late, darling.

Your brother and me were saving
up for something special.

You gonna stare at it all
day or open it? Come on.

Yeah, I tossed your
old boots in the trash.

These ones are genuine textured
Nile crocodile leather.

Got a dark mahogany
stacked heel,

single-stitched welt outsole.

Really ain't gonna find a
better boot in all of Texas.

Perfect fit.

You like them?

I ain't never taking them off.

Captain Cameron Reid, 28.

Infantry officer
for the 5th Marines.

Single gunshot
wound to the head.

Bullet's stuck in the wall.
I'll get it to Woody, see what

he can tell us about
the murder weapon.

Shoes.

That's it?

What else we got? Probie.

I'm taking pictures, boss.

He's doing a very thorough job.

He's taking way
too many pictures,

but I'm just trying to
get him comfortable.

You know? First time.

Any sign of forced entry?

No. Doesn't look like
anything was stolen, either.

Neighbors heard a gunshot
at 07, called 911.

Door was unlocked when
Oceanside PD showed up.

There was a bunch of cops
in the hallway earlier

talking to the neighbors,
if you want to coordinate.

They finally moved
their damn squads

so I could get my
gurney through, but...

Just a statement.
I mean no ill will.

You been here a while, then?

Long enough.

Um...

That's some
uncharacteristic footwear.

Zero interest in
talking about it.

Victim was shot at close range.

Entry point: the right temple,
exited through the left.

Bullet is definitely
small caliber.

Hold it there.

Based on body positioning,

direction of the blood
spatter, my guess:

he was sitting on the
edge of the chair,

shooter walks in,
discharged the weapon,

walked out with it, victim fell

forward onto the floor.

The bruising on his eye?

Previous injury.

He's also got some
on his knuckles.

He brawled with somebody.

Looks that way, but like I said,

those injuries are
about a week old.

You want help getting
him into the bag?

No, I got it.

Let's flip him first.

Whoa.

Probie, get your ass over
here with that camera.

What?

Murder weapon.

Chief.

Muzzle burn around
the entry wound,

direction of blood spatter,
position of the weapon...

This wasn't a murder.

Poor kid offed himself.

Yeah.

Damn it.

You got to be...

Where...

- Crime scene's wrapped up.
- Yeah.

Dominguez notify the family?

Yeah. She took Randy.

What's going on over there?

I think I lost the flash.

Did you see it at
the crime scene?

No.

Lala's gonna kill me.

"Respect the accessories."

She said that to
me like 20 times.

Hey.

This case shaking out
to be a suicide...

Boss, come on.

You can't throw a rock
without hitting something

that's too close to home for me.

Hey, blue eyes.

Boss? You're not
gonna believe this.

We were tracking down
the next of kin...

Cameron Reid's father
is Alexander Reid.

Lieutenant General Reid?
From the Battle of Khafji?

Yep. Certified war hero,
three stars and counting.

Nicknamed "Alexander the
Great," but with solely

- a positive connotation...
- that's the one. - You talked to him?

No, they-they wouldn't
let us in to see him.

His people said he
got the message,

and he's heading here to
"follow up with our superiors."

Gibbs, what are you doing?

Why didn't you put
anything on the board yet?

What's there to put up?
We know it's a suicide.

No, we still investigate, dude.

It's called a "death
investigation," and it's like...

How would you explain
the difference, boss?

Rando, give me your loafers.

What?

Reid's coming in for a sit-down.

Wheeler's gonna call me into it.

I can't sit across from
a three-star general

in my mowing Reeboks.

Feel free to keep them.

He's got three more
pairs in his locker.

Yeah, whatever you need.

Boss, what do you
want on the board?

Same as always, probie.

We owe the family answers.

They deserve to know why their
person ain't here no more.

Get to the house round back.

Keep Ma inside.

♪ Darkness at the
break of noon ♪

♪ Shadows even
the silver spoon ♪

♪ The handmade blade,
the child's balloon ♪

♪ Eclipses both
the sun and moon ♪

♪ To understand
you know too soon ♪

♪ There is no sense in trying ♪

♪ Pointed threats,
they bluff with scorn ♪

♪ Suicide remarks are torn ♪

♪ From the fool's gold
mouthpiece the hollow horn ♪

♪ Plays wasted words,
proves to warn ♪

♪ That he not busy being
born is busy dying... ♪

Count's off.

What?

Latch up on the north
gate was busted.

Couple cows must have gotten
out, you know, gone grazing.

Something like that.

How many we missing?

Three cows.

Plus a calf.

Radio said some
weather's coming in.

Let's saddle up,

see if we can find
them before it hits.

It's all right.

I'll get them back to
you, you know, just...

once they're broken in.

Come on.

♪ But it's all right, Ma ♪

♪ It's life and life only. ♪

Are you wearing Randy's
shoes right now?

Alexander the Great.

Lieutenant General
Reid, Cliff Wheeler,

special agent in charge.

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

Thank you, Special
Agent Wheeler.

Please, follow me.

You're leading
the investigation?

Uh, Special Agent Franks is
running point in the field, yes,

but I'm overseeing as a whole,

so you can contact me
directly whenever necessary.

It's easy for details to
get lost in translation.

I believe that.

Makes sense.

I also don't like reading.

I'm with you there, too.

Conversations.

That's what I'll need from
you now and moving forward,

until we're both
satisfied this is done.

Can you commit to that,
Special Agent Franks?

I can.

Thank you.

Sir, if you'd like us to go over

the specifics that
we've compiled...

That's what I just
asked him to do.

0700.

A neighbor of your son heard
a shot and called it in.

We arrived to find him deceased,

in his apartment, with
what appeared to be

a self-inflicted gunshot
wound to the head.

Where was he found?

Living room.

We believe he was
sitting in his chair.

Fell to the floor
in front of it.

We found the weapon beneath him.

The autopsy?

The official report
hasn't come back yet.

You're treating this as a
routine death investigation?

We owe you answers
about your son.

We intend to get them.

I want this treated as a
homicide investigation.

Sir...

we'll go where the
evidence takes us,

but so far, we've seen
no signs of foul play.

My son didn't kill himself.

My son wouldn't kill himself.

Understood.

No, I don't think you do.

I taught him how to swing a bat.

I held him in my arms
when he was sick.

I saw him become the man he is.

I know him. You don't.

You don't.

Get to know him, Agent Franks.

And then deliver me the person
who shot him in the head

while he was sitting
in his chair.

Yes, sir.

You see this a lot?

Victim commits suicide,
family doesn't believe it?

Sometimes, yeah, yeah.

All we can do is
deliver the facts.

You know, how and why
the person did it.

But with the general,

how could you ever tell
that guy he's wrong?

Mm.

Huh. Out to lunch?

Never seen that before.

What, they don't eat?

I don't know.
They're always here.

Hey, you know, it's funny
that you should mention food.

Because I've been
meaning to, uh...

How would you feel about going,

like, s-say, out to dinner?

With you?

No.

Uh, I-I mean, uh, yeah, sure,

I mean, I would love to
grab a bite with you,

but I meant,

um, Junie has this
friend, Amanda.

She's really sweet.

She's got a great
sense of humor.

She's-she's a teacher.

Um, I think you'd
really like her.

I'm, uh...

Yeah, maybe, maybe not. Copy.

So, it doesn't...

The heck is this?

Phil has you waiting out here?

Come on, Phil.

Oh, come on... It's not
even a good sign, Phil.

Come on!

Hey, Phil!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I put out chairs.
It was your idea.

No, it was Michael Franks'
idea, and it was a good one.

Why are you abusing it, Phil?

Saying that we're out to lunch?

We both already ate.

Well, how do I know you weren't
out having a second lunch?

I was at the ATF!

Hey, we don't mean
to bother you.

We're just looking for any
supporting docs you have

on the Cameron Reid case.

Yeah, that's why I
was down at the ATF.

Weapon was registered
to Cameron?

No clue. I put in a
request to find out.

The ATF moves quicker

if you pressure them in person.

But I was able to turn
the screws a little bit,

and I got them to
guarantee they would get us

the registration in two weeks.

They do it faster for me.

What about the weapon?

Two sets of prints so far,

one from your
victim, one unknown.

Really? One unknown, huh?

And, uh, just so you know, the
GSR test came back negative.

There was no gunshot
residue on his hand?

No.

If you track the stats,
though, that's not uncommon.

In half the cases of known
suicides, we don't find residue.

No. No GSR, no problem.

Your victim still could've
pulled the trigger.

But there's a chance he didn't.

No residue don't mean nothing.

Neighbors didn't see nothing.

All they heard was a
bang. No forced entry.

Everything still
pointing to suicide.

Uh, there was also another
set of prints on the weapon.

I mean, the bruising on
Cameron's eye was recent, right?

Somebody was angry
enough to punch him.

Could be same guy was
mad enough to kill him.

Mmm.

Is that the last slice
of Kowalski's sourdough?

Yes.

Damn it, Mary Jo.

What else do we
know about this guy?

Who?

Our victim, Randy.

Oh, I got the neighbors'
statement from the police.

No help there.

Hey, Sure-foot.

You filled this out wrong.

Nah, it's all there.

Yeah, is it legible?

Looks like it was
done by a chicken

with some kind of disease.

Hey, you're the
man in charge here.

You should be setting an
example for these kids.

Come on.

Back to Cameron Reid.

Few months ago, he
was prepping his team

for deployment in Somalia.

He already saw some
action in Desert Storm.

He got some commendations

that weren't necessarily
warranted based on the report.

You think his dad
was pulling strings

to get him recognized?

That could make
somebody very angry.

Yeah, but...

Mary Jo, coffee's off.

Hang on a minute, sir.

What?

Coffee tastes like crap.

Tish called. She said your
boots are a lost cause.

Franks.

General wants you in his office

first thing tomorrow
for a briefing.

I ain't ready to
brief him, Cliff.

You got to stall him for me.

Yeah, I can't. 0800.
And don't be late.

No pressure.

What else do we
know about this guy?

- The general?
- No, the victim, Randy.

Oh, um... GIBBS: I tracked down
some info on the fight he was in.

Happened last Saturday
down on the beach.

MPs showed up, but
when they realized

who Cameron's father was,
they didn't write him up.

What about the guy
he was fighting with?

And the whole thing was
dropped. They never got a name.

Boss, you really thinking
this wasn't a suicide?

I'm thinking I'm gonna go
back to the crime scene

and give it another look.

Give that to Kowalski, will ya?

Get to
the house. Keep Ma inside.

This? It's a mistake.

I'm gonna fix it.

I rode all the way
down to the creek.

Couldn't find no sign of them.

Did you actually stop and look

or just clop around
like a madman?

There ain't no way
they hopped that fence.

Got to use your
powers of deduction.

Oh! There they
are. I see them.

All three plus the calf,
right by the creek.

Probably rode right past them.

What?

Get to the house round back.

- Keep Ma inside.
- Yah!

First notice was mailed back.

Return to sender.

Ah, I guess you got
the wrong house.

No, the address is right.

You need to prove it.

Don't you? You got something
with my name on it.

Come on, let's see it.

You're hereby ordered for
induction into the armed forces.

In case the words
aren't clear to you,

it means you've been drafted.

Name's right up top.
Michael Aaron Franks.

- Let me see it.
- Don't worry about it.

I heard him say my
name. I want to see it.

I said don't worry about it.

Mason, wh-what am
I gonna tell Mom?

You're gonna say nothing
because I'm gonna fix it.

Hey, hey, look at me.

This? It's a mistake.

And I'm gonna fix it.

How?

I'll figure something out.

- What?
- They are not sending you to Vietnam.

You hear?

A-Are you a cop?

Federal agent. Can I help you?

I heard you come in.

The walls are thin.

My husband and me
live next door.

The man living here is dead?

Did the police come by and
talk to y'all about it?

We don't answer the
door when people knock.

But the walls are very thin.

Did you hear something?

Ma'am, it's okay.

What'd you hear?

Usually, he was in here alone.

Day before yesterday, I heard
another person with him.

A man.

He sounded drunk.

They were arguing?

I heard the drunk one say he
was coming back with a gun.

Agent Franks, right this way.

Can I get you some coffee, tea?

I'm fine. Thank you.

Have a seat. General Reid
will be with you shortly.

Proud day for us both.

The Basic School graduation.

Where are you with
a suspect list?

Sir, all the hard
evidence we have

still points to your
son taking his own life,

but... there are other
elements we're following up on.

So, no suspect yet, but
you do have questions.

You have questions for me?

Your son was involved
in an altercation

at the beach last week.

If he had reason to take a
swing, he doesn't hold back.

That's how he is.

He was released
without a report.

We don't know who he
was fighting with.

He was released because of me?

Sir, did you make a call?

Agent Franks, I don't make
calls on my son's behalf.

People treat him a certain
way because he's my son.

I can't change that.

Someone came to visit your son
at his apartment on Monday.

You know who that might've been?

He didn't mention it to me.

That's all I have for
you this morning, sir.

When my wife died, my...
my son was devastated.

We both were.

He was 16.

Three days later,
he had written down

every funny story he
could remember about her.

There was one about
her slicing radishes.

We were...

we were laughing so hard,
we couldn't breathe.

He always had a
smile on his face.

Even three days after she died.

He didn't kill himself.

Yes, sir.

A list of people
he interacted with.

My staff helped me
compile their whereabouts

and any history they
had with my son.

I want you to look into them.

Question them all.

Get me answers, Agent Franks.

Get in the truck, Mike.

- Damn it, get in!
- I ain't going.

I said I ain't going!

You get in this truck,

and you drive straight
south, you hear me?

You're looking for the
Henderson brothers.

Their mama says they're
right across the border.

I ain't like the Hendersons.

You're doing what I say.

The Hendersons don't care
if they can't come back!

Damn it, Mike...
You dodge the draft,

you can never come back!

They'll arrest you if you
try! I could never come home!

I can't be here knowing you're
off dying in some rice paddy.

This ain't your choice to make.

Look, Franks should know better.

He should hold himself
to a higher standard.

I mean, look at this.

I told him to fix it.

This is what he had his
minion hand back to me.

Is that supposed to be an "R"?

Come on.

Honey, you need to unwind.

Tell you what.

I'm having Millie and her dad

over for dinner
again this weekend.

You should come by.

Millie? The sweet kid we
had here a while back?

That girl could put a smile on
your face without even trying.

- Lala.
- Hmm?

Love letter from Dr. Tango.

- Thanks, lady.
- You're welcome.

So, yes or no, you coming?

Autopsy report.

Official cause of death:
gunshot wound to the head

"consistent with suicide."

Good call bringing
in your lunch.

There's nothing but crumbs
of bread in that kitchen.

What?

Randy wants me to have dinner
with one of Junie's friends.

That's nice.

Who is she?

She's just...

Two days before Cameron died,

neighbors heard a
drunk guy at his place.

Said he was coming
back with a gun.

Autopsy report says,
"consistent with suicide."

Uh, that's Tango's picture.
We got to paint our own.

General gave us a list
of his son's associates.

Where's Randy?

Herm brought in Gary Callahan,

so he took 15 minutes
to go pet him.

Oh.

Wow, these are
pretty thorough, huh?

He's got, like, their
whole life story.

Hey, boss, Gary Callahan's
here if you want to pet him.

Much as I'd like to, Rando,
we got to comb through,

get these folks in
for an interview.

Come on, let's get
this place jumping!

Find out what these
folks know about Cameron.

If any of them might've known
someone who wanted him dead.

Cameron, was a really good guy.

We dated for almost five months,

but I think I started to realize

I was never gonna be
able to make him happy.

I met him at Quantico.

We weren't close.

People always talked about
him 'cause of who he is.

We got into it at the
beach last weekend.

He was wasted.

And he started calling me
"dumbass" for no reason.

MPs showed up, and then...

I told them who
Cameron's dad was

so they wouldn't write us up.

His mother Linda
was a dear friend.

After she passed, I...

I tried to make a point
to stay in Cameron's life.

Can I help you?

I got called in for an
interview about Cameron Reid.

I'm a friend of his.

- What's your name?
- Nicholas Barnes.

Nick.

There you are. You're early.

You mind waiting?

No.

Great. Fill this out,

have a seat over there, and
someone will be with you.

He was just back from being
deployed when I met him,

and we would go out, and...

he was so hilarious.

But sometimes, he just

shut down,

cried even.

He said he was thinking about
how things were in Kuwait.

It was like he was calling
me out for no reason.

It was like he
wanted me to hit him.

He always remembered
my birthday.

Such a kind heart.

I told him it didn't
matter if he was a...

Marine or a plumber,

his mother would've been proud.

But I don't think he heard me.

Luke Fletcher? Yeah.

With me.

Well, I didn't have any direct
contact with your victim,

but someone from
your office called,

and they said they found
our flier on his counter.

We've been doing
a lot of outreach.

He didn't like to talk about it,

but I think with
your dad being so...

How could you ever
live up to that?

Are you gonna tell the general
that I punched his kid?

I knew I shouldn't have hit him.

People talk about him.

I knew he probably had,
like, other stuff going on.

I don't think he ever felt like

he could tell me
anything on a real level.

If he was depressed,

I wish he would've felt
like he could come to me.

Maybe we could set up some sort
of direct line between you...

Well, your cases and
our support groups.

Most people, they
think they're okay.

They bury things deep,
and they try to forget.

They don't even realize
how much talking can help.

I know it didfor me.

Nicholas Barnes?

Come this way, please.

Special Agent Franks.
Nice to meet you.

No need to be nervous. We're
just gathering some info.

I changed my mind.

Is there a problem, son?

- I changed my mind.
- Whoa.

We keep them doors locked.

Nick Barnes, seems like
you might have something

to tell me about my
case, is that right?

See what I did there?

I asked you about it,
you didn't answer.

So if you walk out of here
with something relevant,

and I turn around and
I find out about it,

well, that... that is
obstruction of justice.

So, why don't you and I sit down

and we have ourselves
a little chat.

- I wasn't trying to run away.
- Really?

He told me you were.
He usually doesn't lie.

I love it when
Franks takes her in.

It's like "good cop, bad cop,"

but in the opposite
way that you'd expect.

- She's the bad cop, huh?
- Oh, yeah.

Nick Barnes.

Says you're a good
friend of Cameron's,

you met in grade school,

and the last time
you saw him was

Monday night at his apartment.

That was two days
before he died.

I went over there to hang out.

You were what?
Drinking, watching TV?

Yeah.

You remember telling him

you were gonna come
back with a gun?

Yeah.

The walls in that building
are super thin, apparently.

Son, getting this off your chest

is the only thing
gonna make it better.

Why don't you tell
us what happened.

Here we go. This is
silent treatment.

Into the big bang!

'Kay, I'm done.

Let's get the info another way.

Let's add "obstruction"
to whatever you did.

- I didn't do anything.
- Then what happened, man?

He asked me to come
hang out, so I did.

He said he was gonna be
leaving for Somalia soon.

He didn't want to go.

Why?

Because he thought
it was gonna be

like Kuwait, or worse.

He asked to buy my gun.

I was confused because I knew

the Marines would give
him one for Somalia.

But he said he wanted
it for his place,

for before he left.

He said some people in
the building got robbed.

So I told him I'd
come back with it.

Your gun?

I brought it to him that night.

He gave me 200 for it.

I didn't believe the thing
about people getting robbed,

but I wanted the cash.
I was gonna go gambling.

And that was the last
time you saw him?

Hmm?

I gave him the gun,
and I left for Vegas.

I could tell he was off.

I shouldn't have
given it to him.

He wouldn't have
been able to do it

if I didn't give him that gun.

You believe him?

Yeah.

Kid's story checks.

He was in Vegas when
Cameron Reid was shot.

The other prints on
the weapon were his.

If you have anything
that could suggest

foul play here, like, anything

that we could still...
We talked to everybody

within a hundred-mile
radius of this thing.

There ain't no foul play.

Well, the general
won't accept it.

His only son decides
he'd rather kill himself

than deploy to Somalia?

It's bigger than that, Cliff.

Sir, I believe I've
gotten to know your son.

Gotten to know quite
a bit about him.

I know he had a
keen sense of humor.

That he was good and kind.

I know on the last
night of his life,

he got his place in order.

He folded his laundry.

Washed the dishes in his
sink so you wouldn't have to.

He admired you.

Sometimes that's
the hardest thing.

Telling the man that
you look up to...

the man that you have
loved since forever...

telling him no.

- Damn it, get in!
- I ain't going. I ain't.

Telling him that you
ain't got it in you

to do what he expects.

- I said I ain't going!
- Come here!

You get in this truck.

You dodge the draft,

you can never come back!

I can't be here knowing

you're off dying
in some rice paddy.

This ain't your choice to make.

You say a thing like that to the
man that you admire the most,

it could end up
breaking you both.

I got to go, Mama.

Hey, Mikey, here's your boots.

Got them broken in for you.

So, you're really going
through with this?

- Told you I was.
- You're a stubborn ass.

You would know.

Hell.

Then I'm going with you.

Mason, what? You-you can't.

My-my mind's made up.
My bag's in the truck.

But what about Ma... I
already talked to Mama.

She's gonna hire some extra
ranch hands while we're gone.

Get up.

If we're doing this,
we're doing it right.

You and I, we ain't Army men.

We're going Marines.

Saddle up.

General Reid,

I wish things could've ended
different for your son.

I know you wish
you could go back

and change what he felt.

Change what he done.

Change him feeling
like he needed to go.

But he made his choice.

And there ain't nothing
we can do to take it back.

No matter how much we want to.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Hey. Hey.

Franks said to give you these.

He just got back from
talking to the general.

I thought he was
gonna keep them.

They looked good on him.

He said he had some other boots
in the garage or something.

Hey.

That friend of Junie that
you're setting Gibbs up with...

Yeah, it's-it's
not gonna happen.

He said he's not ready.

Well, whenever he is,

just make sure whoever
she is, she's good.

I mean, like, good
enough for him.

The man in charge.

I think about him
a lot these days.

♪ Darkness at the
break of noon ♪

♪ Shadows even the
silver spoon... ♪

Back then, I thought
about him, too.

♪ The child's balloon eclipses
both the sun and moon ♪

♪ To understand
you know too soon ♪

♪ There is no sense
in trying... ♪

I thought about how he
managed to be the way he was

and what I'd have to
do to be like him.

♪ Pointed threats... ♪

I thought about
the hours he kept.

♪ Remarks are torn ♪

♪ From the fool's
gold mouthpiece... ♪

The pride he took.

The orders he gave.

The rules he followed.

The ones he broke.

The giants he toppled.

He did all that with one
hand while he was carrying

some pretty heavy
burdens with the other.

♪ Watch waterfalls
of pity roar ♪

♪ You feel to moan... ♪

Hey.

♪ You discover that you'd just
be one more person crying... ♪

Good news.

I took them to
three other shops.

Got us a better boot guy.

What do you think?

I ain't never taking them off.

Every case was a burden

that he piled on top of his own.

The problems he
saw in your eyes,

well, he'd take those on, too.

And somehow, every morning,

he'd stroll in ready
to take on more.

Ready to push the team ahead.

And I looked at all
that, and I thought

maybe one day I could figure
out how to fill those boots.

♪ It's all right, Ma ♪

♪ It's life and life only. ♪

What do we got?

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