NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 15 - Hereafter - full transcript

I got you, Crowe!

I got you!

Get him, Sykes.

Damn, he's fast.

You're not catching me today.

Watch and learn, ladies.

Let's go, Crowe.

Why you stopping?

Crowe, you all right?

Crowe!

♪ NCIS 10x15 ♪
Hereafter
Original Air Date on February 19, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Has he been down yet?

Cultural artifact slide show
starts at 8:30.

Please tell me you're joking.

There's no slide show, Ziva.

Not yet.

There could be.

But lucky for us,

we've got morning
check-ins.

E-mail chain letters,

and hey,
international coffees

of the week.

Yeah, that Indonesian

wild boar blend
was pretty bitter.

Bitter? That coffee
almost killed me.

Seriously,
that's dangerous stuff.

It's like putting a hot poker
up my bottom.

Appreciate it

if you don't make us
relive that, Tony. Thank you.

We'll...

You know, Deputy Director
is a world traveler.

Maybe he just wants
to share or something.

You're gonna have
to accept him, Tony.

He is, after all, our boss.

Vance is our boss.

I mean, besides...

our boss, boss.

This whole thing's
temporary, right?

He has been gone
for over two months.

Doesn't seem temporary to me.

You know what the dep needs?

A friend, a special friend.

You know,
someone that can listen to him

babble on for hours
about absolutely nothing.

Hey.

How about that contractor
girl in accounting?

What's her name? Carol?

Carol with the limp.

It was a farming accident,
McGee,

and, uh, full disclosure,

I find her

rather attractive,

a softer female version

of Verbal Kint

without the evil mind.

We're having dinner
tomorrow night.

The wife is okay with it.

Wait a second, what do you know
about Verbal Kint?

Verbal who?

Only one of the greatest
cinematic villains of all time.

That third act denouement,

it-it changed my life.

So you're a film buff?

Oh, I'm many things, DiNozzo,

when I'm not babbling on

or giving you dysentery.

That is Kenyan
black mamba roast.

I'm good, thanks.

Mmm.

Bitter with just
the right amount of bite.

Just a breath of, uh, cacao.

Cacao?

Dead Marine at Quantico;
let's move.

I haven't heard a word.

You?

You mean since the last time
you asked me? No.

I'm getting antsy here, Gibbs.

Look, I told you, I told you,

I am not cut out for
this office thing, okay?

I've tried.

Well, try harder.

You're the only thing we got.

Gibbs, Gibbs, wait.

What does that mean?

You mean he's not
coming... coming back?

This tradition

is to remember

all of the good things
God has given.

Life,

freedom and family.

Is that Mom's stuff?

Some of it, yeah.

Are you throwing it away?

Of course not.

I'm just organizing it.

We can help if you want.

No, that's okay, Kayla.

You two go have
your breakfast.

There's oatmeal
on the stove.

Okay.
Okay.

Are you gonna go back to work?

Car leaves for
school in 20, son.

PFC Holland, is it?

Yes, sir.

And Private Sykes, sir.

And neither of you
saw anything unusual

before he collapsed?
No, sir.

He was ahead,
and we were losing,

like every morning.

Crowe's what we call a badass.

Just glad we went fast.

MP says a trauma call was
received just after 7:00 a.m.

Who made it?

Does not know,
still checking,

but he believes it may have been
from other Marines in the field.

You got a time of death, Duck?

Around 0630.

So they waited before
they called for help.

Or they worked to revive him.

I have to say, it's
A Few Good Men over there.

Nobody's saying much
of anything.

Well, understandable

after what they
just witnessed.

Got an I.D.?

Lance Corporal Gabe Crowe.

23 years old,

transferred to Quantico
last August.

Family?

Mother's being notified.

It's a long fall.

Yeah, but I'm not sure
that's what killed him.

Take a look here, Jethro.

Trauma to the side of
his head, nasal bleeding.

Defensive wounds

to the hands and arms,

and...

these unusual cuts.

They look like stab wounds.
Perhaps.

A fight before he fell, Duck?

Possibly.

This guy's really been
roughed up, boss.

The question is:
Who did the roughing?

I'm so very sorry,
Mr. Vance,

but you're not an
authorized signer.

There must be a mistake.

My wife and I,
we don't have separate accounts.

Well, that's what the
computer is telling me,

and it never lies.

Look,

I would just like
to close it out.

Without your wife's signature,

there's not much I can do.

Hey, how about you
bring her down,

and we can get all of
this taken care of.

Is this one of yours?

It looks like it.

To one of our
safety-deposit boxes.

Just give me a minute,

and I'll... I'll
look up the number.

Fine.

Yep.

It says it belongs to your wife.

Oh, and good news,
you have access.

Want to go take a look?

It's all your Mr. Vance,

and I will just be right outside
if you need anything.

♪

♪

♪

Say hello
to Lance Corporal Gabe Crowe.

Born in West Virginia,
raised by a single mom,

- no siblings.
- Joined the Marines

in 2011, trained
as an ammo tech

with the Weapons Training
Battalion at Quantico,

preparing for
his first tour.

Record?
Spotless.

C.O. called him
one of his brightest stars.

Wasn't always so bright.

Spent time in juvie as a teen:
vandalism, petty theft,

underage drinking.

But he cleaned up
after high school.

Graduated top of his class
from Virginia Tech.

Bad boy done good,
just like Steve McQueen.

Love those guys.
E-mails?

Uh, nothing unusual on the
military server, but I...

just got a hit off
his personal e-mail account.

It's still downloading,
but it looks

like he may have left messages
in a social network chat room.

And I'm bringing those up now.

"I've got to protect myself.

Feel like things
could turn fast."

That's a little
obscure, and dark.

Kind of like the Deputy Dawg's
coffee obsession.

There's about a hundred more

messages here,
boss-- it's gonna

take me a while to dig 'em out.
Dig fast.

DiNozzo.

Yes. Phone records,
credit card history.

Track down old friends
he may have had a problem with.

Anything from the mother?

She received a phone call
three days ago.

She said he sounded "agitated."

About what?
He did not say.

That's the last time
she ever heard from him.

Also, Gibbs, um, she had
fallen behind on her mortgage.

He was sending her cash.

A few thousand every time
to help cover costs.

No sign of an outside job.

Well, he had to be getting
the cash from somewhere.

Find out where.

Private Holland.

Your C.O. know you're here?

No, sir.

No one does.

If any of the guys
knew I was here,

they'd never forgive me.

You protecting them?

Not them, sir.

Crowe.

You're saying
he has something to hide?

Come on. Sit down.

Look, I-I didn't want
to say too much earlier.

He meant a lot to us.

The whole day has been
like a bad dream,

but I had to come.

You had to know the truth.
Maybe you could...

Hey.

Stop. Just tell me
what's going on.

Fighting... sir.

Illegal
backroom stuff.

He told me he found
some group online

and that he was going
to clubs in D.C.

Which ones?

He didn't say.

Anyone else know
what he was doing?

No, sir. He just told me.

He made me swear not to tell.
You know, if word got out,

he'd be discharged.

Crowe wasn't a bad guy,
all right?

He worked hard,
and he loved his country.

He just...
he... he needed an outlet.

I think he got
in too deep.

I saw him sneak
off base last night.

And when he came back, he was...

he was pretty beat-up.

What time was that?
Just after midnight.

I told him to stop.

I told him
it was too dangerous.

But... he wouldn't listen.

Why wouldn't he listen?

Yes. I drafted this.

And why did she have
it, Mr. Mathison?

You're her lawyer, right?

Mr. Vance...
Explain to me

why my wife was looking

to separate property.

I really think you should
talk this over with her.

I can't.

She's gone.

I wasn't aware
she was traveling.

Not traveling.

Gone.

I am so very sorry.

I had no idea.

Jackie was a...
a great woman.

I don't need you
to tell me that.

I know who she was.

And now...
I got questions.

So here I am with you, trying
to decipher a legal document

that I found
in a safety-deposit box

that I didn't even know she had!

Mr. Vance, calm down.

Please.

When did she retain
your services?

It was sometime last May.

Okay. And?
And beyond that,

I'm not able
to discuss.

She left no instructions
in the event of her...

of her death.

She was my wife.

I have a right to know
what the hell's going on.

Look, I know
this is difficult,

but my hands are tied.

There's nothing more I can say.

♪

Hello?

Hello, Rhonda?

Yes? This is Rhonda.

Hi. It's Leon Vance.

This is Jared and Kayla's dad.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Listen, would you mind bringing
them home from school today?

Today?

Yeah, something's come up.
I-I have to take care of it.

I'd be more than happy to.

Thank you.
I appreciate that. Thanks.

No problem.

Talk to me, Duck.

I don't know
where to begin.

I've counted 13 blows--
six to the torso,

five to the legs
and two to the head.

Witness says Crowe was involved
in illegal fighting.

Well, that makes sense.
His injuries are consistent

with numerous beatings
over the past days or weeks.

You got a cause of death?

Cerebral hemorrhage from...

repeated blows to the skull.

That's a ticking time bomb.
Mm-hmm.

What about these?

They're puncture wounds.

The angle and depth suggest
a quick jabbing motion

with a sharp,
jagged object.

Now, these wounds

show signs
of healing,

but that one is fresh.

How fresh?

As early as
last night.

Now, these...

sutures tell me
that he sought medical help

for this injury.

Yes, I removed them,

opened the wound
and found these.

Small fragments

of plastic
or fiberglass.

Abby will perform
her magic.

Oh, and finally,
his nails.

They're split.

Probably caught
on something or somebody.

Killer will have battle wounds.

More than a few.

He's all alone, Duck.

Yeah, well,
death can have that effect.

I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking
about Director Vance.

He needs time, Jethro.

You know that
better than anyone.

Hardest part is after.

And you worry
he may get stuck there?

In the "after"?

I worry he'll get stuck.
Period.

Found multiple videos
in that chat room, boss.

Dated three months ago.

Another fun-filled night
on Ass Kick Avenue.

Still trying
to determine location

and identify Crowe's
dance partner.

But we do know this is
where the money was coming from.

Crowe was getting paid
to fight, Gibbs.

Made several deposits.

All for at least two grand.

Deposits match fight dates?

Yeah, so far.

Rewind it, McGee.

Stop it.

The Williams Fruit Company.

Selling more
than just fruit.

I'll track down
the business address.

And I will locate the owner.

Gibbs.

Never liked being
the go-between guy,

but the base commander's
been sniffing around.

He's called three times already.
He needs answers.

He's not the only one.

We need to tell him something.

Tell him
to leave us alone.

Let us do our jobs.

Leon.

Good to see you.
I didn't know you were...

stopping by for a visit.

I'm not visiting;
I'm here to work.

Oh, okay.
Uh, let me just,

uh, grab some things
from your office.

No need.

I'll be down here.

With them.

Hey.

Give us a minute.

Sure. Uh, I'll just...

be upstairs rearranging
my Zen rock garden.

Kidding. Paperwork.

Tons of it.

Jerome, he's...

He's doing the best he can.

He's not built for management,
but you knew that.

Yeah. It shows.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Is that why you're not going
back to the director's chair?

I don't need
to give you a reason.

No.

Just want to make sure you're
coming back with a clear head.

I'm clear, Gibbs.

I'm clearer than I've been
in a long time.

I just need to get back
to basics, that's all.

Back to my roots.

Do you have
any other questions?

Good. I'll get settled in, then.

This desk still open, McGee?
Uh, yes, sir.

All right.

So, is he back for good?
I don't know.

But he's not
Director Vance,

so he's Agent Vance?

Would that make him
Probie Vance?

DiNozzo, enough, okay?

Something I can help you with?

Yeah, we're looking
for the owner, Ruben Williams.

You got him. Who are you?

NCIS Special Agent Gibbs

and DiNozzo.

Okay. What's this about?

We have reason to believe
that your business

is being used after hours

for illegal fighting.

I don't think so.

I run a fruit company here,
not a fight club.

You sure about that?
What the...?

I didn't know.

Does he work for you?

He does.

Is he here?

Yeah.

He's here.

His name is Charles Kang.

Most of the guys know him
as Chucky Bang.

Dumb son of a... Chucky!

Drop the bone,
Mr. Bang.

You're coming
with us.

Look at the size of that guy.

You got a bigger chair?
Uh, this one's kind of

cutting off my circulation.
Not in a good way.

Suck it up.
You'll live.

Recognize him?

Yeah. That's Crowe.

We fought a couple times.

Lot of Marines come to
your little Tupperware parties?

Marines, working dads,
truck drivers.

Guys just wanting
to blow off some steam,

maybe make a few bucks.
It's no big deal.

It is when one of
them ends up dead.

I already told you,
I never killed anybody.

I got one rule at my fights:
both guys leave standing.

Witness says
Lance Corporal Crowe

returned to base pretty
wobbly last night.

I'm betting you had
something to do with it.

No way.

I haven't seen Crowe
for three months.

We have the video.

We know you fought.

Yeah. Three months ago.

Look, I didn't host
any fights last night.

I was, uh... un-disposable.

You mean "indisposed"?
Whatever.

I got a condition.

Uh, digestive stuff.

Flares up here,
and I got to go to the E.R.

Was there
all last night.

Di-uh-gestive stuff...

do that?

I'm always cut up.

Between my job
and the fighting...

The turkey bones.

I did not do this.

I swear.

And Crowe wasn't fighting
anymore anyway.

Wanted to take a break.
Why is that?

I don't know.

Personal stuff.

Wouldn't talk about it.

Took one of the best uppercuts
of my life from that guy.

I will miss that.

Thanks. Alibi checks out.
Washington General confirms

Chuck was in the hospital
all night upchucking--

not released
till 8:00 this morning.

McGee, phone records.

Just one call between him
and Lance Corporal Crowe.

It was the night
of November 17.

That's the date
of their last fight.

So maybe up-Chuck
really was telling the truth.

But somebody had an issue
with Crowe.

Think I might know who.

I talked to some
old friends at Quantico.

Disciplinary reports
on Private First Class Holland

were just released.
Problems?

He was written up
for fighting, twice.

It's funny how the PFC failed
to mention that this morning.

One guess who
his target was.

Crowe.
Last altercation:

three days before his death.

Ziver.

Trauma call made when
Crowe died-- who made it?

Just one second, let me check.

None other than
PFC David Holland.

The MP traced it back
to his cell phone.

Too bad he dialed a half hour

after his buddy
kicked the bucket.

Time for a visit.

No, no, no. Not you.

Chair was killing my back.

Yes, they had
a few run-ins.

But it happens;
things get heated.

If you served,
you'd know that.

We have, and we do.

This goes beyond normal
competition, Captain Ellis.

We got to talk to him.
Understood.

Need to do your job.

Man, Holland, they're
looking at you.

What's going on?

I don't know.

No. No, these are wrong.

We never fought.
Reports say otherwise.

And so does your C.O.

I said they're wrong!

Loser your voice.

I would never
hurt Crowe.

Or anybody in my unit.

We're brothers--
we look out for each other.

Then what took you so long
to make the trauma call?

I was scared.

Okay?

We all were.

We tried everything
that we could to save him.

It was just...

it was too late.

Roll up your sleeves.

Sir?

Roll up your sleeves.

I didn't do it.

You have to believe me.

Abby?

Hey. I thought you said
you were ready.

I was just finishing up
with a few things.

Where's the director?

I heard you guys were, like,
the Dynamic Duo today.

We're not dynamic anything.
Uh-oh.

Problems.
Yeah.

One.

Sorry, Gibbs.

Yeah. Guess I could have
put your eye out with that.

That would've
been awful.

Except eye patches
are so cool.

You could totally rock
an eye patch, Gibbs.

And that's not important.

So, Ducky's observations
were spot-on.

This was definitely
a quick, deep jab.

The murderer stuck
the weapon in

and pulled it right out.

The wound is just
over an inch wide,

and it's three
inches in depth.

It was so deep
that the fragments

were absorbed
by the flesh.

Material?
Fiberglass

or a composite material.

Which leads me
to my next point.

If the weapon

was made out
of fiberglass

or some sort
of composite material,

that will rule out...

this guy,

and it'll rule it...
this guy.

I'm sure you're not too sad
to see him go.

That leaves the
delta dart?

Exactly.
When I re-created

the puncture wounds
on Crowe's side and legs,

I was able to determine
the size and the shape

of the weapon.

I mean, it's not
an exact match,

but it's close, Gibbs.
It's-it's really close.

Basically, we're looking

for some kind of tool,
something jagged.

Ducky said the guy
was stitched up?

Yeah. But not
how you'd think.

See how there's no pattern
to the suture marks?

They're all...

disordered and...
and chaotic.

It makes me think
that he probably...

Did it himself.

Yeah. And more than a few times.

I mean, why, Gibbs?

Why would the same
injury happen

in the same area?

And why would he keep
sewing himself back up again?

McGee, Lance Corporal have
any trauma care training?

Not that I know of.

Quantico weapons log--

who took what out and when?

Boss, there's over 40 Marines
in Crowe's unit.

You want me to check
on all of them?

Keep an eye out on one.

PFC Holland.

And research medical history,

past medical
problems,

emotional issues,
anything you can find.

And where is DiNozzo and Ziva?

On assignment, for me.

Assignment?

Thought you were heading home.
I'm not leaving till you leave.

Appreciate that,
Leon, but we got it.

McGee, do you have
the updated R.O.I.?

- I'd like to take another look.
- Leon.

I said we got it.

And I said I'd like
to take another look.

I'm grabbing coffee,
if anybody needs me.

Boss, I don't mean
to interfere,

but is he...
He's fine.

Doesn't seem
all that fine to me.

And it kills me
to say it,

but if he's not fine,
he can't be here.

Well, that's not your
call, Director.

No, it's not. That would be
up to SECNAV Jarvis.

Look, Gibbs,

for all intents and purposes,
he's on your team now.

So that means it's your job
to protect him

and my job
to protect you.

Give him time
to figure things out.

And if he doesn't?
He will.

Let's hope you're right.

Your dad said he would be here
in a couple of hours.

You guys okay with that?

Yeah. That's cool.
Okay.

Is he just gonna
stand there like that?

Get in here.
You're scaring them. Come on!

You look weird.
Are you sick?

Bad batch of shellfish.

Uh, why don't you two
go into the kitchen.

I'll be there in...

just a minute, and I'll
make you guys some...

hot chocolate?

With marshmallows?

With marshmallows!

Yes!

No, DiNozzo, pull it together!

Kids. This is
way above my pay grade.

I spent the afternoon
in a child care clinic

when I almost lost my life...
Okay! Stop, stop, stop, stop.

We're doing the director
a favor, okay?

We just need to be here,
we need to be normal.

Can you just...
please do that

for a few hours?
Sure. Fine.

Fine.

Only because you asked nicely.

Inconsistencies?

No. Nothing yet.

I have a lot
of doubts, Gibbs.

I know.

I'm not talking
about the case.

Yeah, I know.

Where'd you find this?

I was going through some
old files this morning,

trying to organize.

I found a key
to a safety-deposit box

that Jackie was keeping.

Digging around
isn't good, Leon.

I thought I knew
everything about her.

But now I...

I need answers, Gibbs.

She had a separate
bank account.

And a lawyer.

A lawyer.

He'd drawn up this
"separation of property" letter.

There were charges for things
that I didn't know about,

large amounts of cash.

What if she...

Jackie loved you, Leon--
that's all you need to know.

Gibbs, did Shannon...

Hey. Go home.

Go home.
Hug your kids.

Tell them you love them, Leon.

Don't come back until you're
ready to be here.

Let's go, McGee.

Well, there's no mental issues

in PFC Holland's
medical records, boss.

Phone records are
a different story.

I found outgoing text messages
to a second cell phone

Lance Corporal Crowe
was using.

Same day. One after another.

And it looks like they had
bad blood between them.

"You can test me all you want.

Nobody has seen
what I'm capable of."

Weapons logs?

Fairly routine
for each Marine--

all logged in following
training sessions this past month.

Returned everything
they used.

Weapons and tools
were kept under lock and key

after training.

Yeah, but one Marine
gained access after hours.

Holland. When?

Two nights ago.

Right before
Crowe's death.

Stop it! Stop it!
You're gonna

break something, DiNozzo.
Somebody's coming!

- Stop it!
- Been a long time

since I've
heard that sound.

Oh, I know
this looks really bad.

It is way past their bedtime.

No, it's okay.
Let 'em play.

They need it.

Um...

Director,

I've been thinking
of what to say to you, and

I'm... I'm just...

sorry.

Had my father
not been here, uh...

Agent David,

you don't need
to say anything else.

Not another word.

Go, go, go!

Oh, no! Oh, no!
Come on, Jared!

Ooh, I've got your leg!

Hey, you two.
Dad!

Slow motion shark a...

Oh, my, what do
we have here?

Well, I see Agent DiNozzo's
been keeping you entertained.

He let us watch Jaws.

Yeah, uh-huh,
I can see that.

Nice hat, DiNozzo.

Used to have a dorsal fin,
but somebody ate it.

Now, you know,
it's a funny story.

So, we were talking
about the greatest movies ever.

And then, the first
real blockbuster was

the incredible Steven Spielberg
classic Jaws, and I...

I got it. I got it.

You got it.
Okay, let's

get you guys ready for bed.

Time to brush your teeth.
Let's go.

Remember the shark teeth.

See you later.

Bye, Tony.

- That was fun.
- Yeah, it was.

Thank you.

So, you two talk?

Yes.

All good, I hope?

As good as it can be.

PFC Holland.

NCIS!

Holland?

PFC Holland was also beaten,

but not as severely
as Lance Corporal Crowe.

Also, the beatings
were in a similar time period.

Cause of death?

Well, his spleen was ruptured

by powerful blows
to his torso.

He bled to death.

Oh, hello, Director.

Second victim?
How are they connected?

Well, this may help.

It's similar to the material
I found on Lance Corporal Crowe.

Uh, maybe part
of a fragmentation grenade.

But neither of the victims
ever saw battle.

That wound recent, Duck?

Sometime within
a 12- to 24-hour period.

McGee.

Hey, McGee, we're in autopsy.
Link us up.

Got it. Syncing up now.

Unit medical records. Go.

Well, looks like
there were three other Marines

who suffered similar injuries.

"Broken bones,

concussions and unexplained
puncture wounds."

All visited the sick bay
within the last five weeks.

Had to be somebody
who had access to all of them.

McGee, C.O. background.

Captain Jonah Ellis, 32.

12-year Marine veteran.

Served three tours
in Afghanistan,

before returning
to Quantico six months ago.

Which means this is

the first group of Marines
he's commanded since his return.

Also, boss,
there was an incident

near Kabul last spring.

His younger brother, Sergeant
Caleb Ellis, was killed.

How?

Convoy hit an I.E.D.

He went missing
for several hours.

Enemy dumped his body 15 miles
from the nearest base.

Oh, God.

What?

Captain's unit found him.

His body was full of shrapnel.

State Department report says
he was tortured.

His wounds look
similar to the wounds

on both our victims.

And boss, shards of fiberglass

grenade casings were found
lodged in Sergeant Ellis's skin.

If I may.

This is a classic case
of emotional transference.

Captain Ellis is
re-creating the wounds

on his own men
by stabbing them,

using a piece
of the very material

that killed his brother.

Captain Ellis.

Appreciate you have a job to do,
gentlemen, but so do I.

Important we talk. Now.
Captain, what's happening?

Anything you have to say to me,
you say in front of them.

Marines never disobey orders.

You know it.

You exploit it.

No.

I've done right by them.

You tortured
them, Captain.

It's my duty to prepare them.

They need to be
strong, vigilant.

They have to know
the enemy can...

Can strike at any time.

Expose us to manipulation.

We need to be ready,
rock solid.

The enemy is around
every corner.

We need to
persevere, survive,

rise up stronger than before.

These men are ready.
Crowe and Holland were not.

They'd never survive the hell
waiting for them over there.

Like the hell
your brother faced.

Caleb needed to be tougher.

Play them at their own game.

Our bodies are trained
to endure anything.

But if the enemy
breaks your spirit...

They treated him like an animal.

When I held him in my arms,

saw what they did...

He was my brother.

He was my baby brother.

I couldn't let that
happen again.

Just dropping off some things.
Of course.

Right.

Heard about the case.

Nice work.

Not that you need praise
from me or anything.

I was just...

You could have made yourself
more at home.

You could have put
some pictures up.

Well, it's hard
to make yourself at home

when it's only
a temporary residence.

And I didn't want
to get too comfortable.

You have a suitcase packed,
Jerome?

Always, Leon.
You know that.

Good.

I'll be in touch.

You're gonna need that.

Shannon increased
your life insurance policy?

When?

After one of my deployments.

I came back
and found that on her desk.

She told me
about her fear.

All the nights
she sat up worried

I'd never make it home.

Think about it, Leon.

When did Jackie
open the account?

When did she
get the lawyer?

Just over nine months ago.

Right after the attack on NCIS.

She had to prepare
for life after you.

I always thought
I would go first.

I mean, that's the way
it should be.

Well, should be isn't life.

And now here I am.

Here you are, Gibbs,

in this basement,

trying to carve out a new life.

Me-- I'm...

You have two beautiful kids

who love you
and need you to be okay.

Leon... you get up
every morning,

and you put one foot
in front of the other.

Without her.

I just wish she'd told me.

Couldn't.

You'd have left
the job you loved.

I still do, you know.

Thanks, Gibbs.

For the drink.

You ever gonna let me in on
what you're building down here?

No.

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