NCIS (2003–…): Season 11, Episode 17 - Rock and a Hard Place - full transcript

We should have some extra space
right back here.

This do you good?

This is perfect, Earl. The Hero Comfort
Foundation wants to give away a thousand

of these T-shirts after the concert and,
so we just...

Need a place
where you can get to 'em fast?

I know the drill.

But... that's not why I picked
this particular boudoir.

- This is a Vintage '62.
- A beaut, huh?

Overheard one of the musicians
during rehearsal.

Said it was given to him
by Merle Haggard.

Why don't you give her a whirl?

I don't think that's a good idea,
man.

What's the worst that can happen?

I keep hearing what a badass
you are... from you.

Time to put up or shut up.

NCIS Season 11 Episode 17
Rock and a Hard Place

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

Somebody's having a good day.

I don't think so.

Oh, that's a good one.

What do you mean you're serious?

Told you.

Dad, it's your wedding.

You and Linda should be planning it.
I can't get involved in...

No. Save the date cards
are like crack cocaine to women.

- Not this woman.
- Of course, I'm honored

that you would trust me
to plan your wedding.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure
than to plan your wedding. But I...

He got me.

He just pulled the
"This is my wedding gift to him" card.

That's a very nice one.

I guess it beats the steak knives
I was gonna re-gift him.

You've done this.

Forget it. No, my wedding
was so small I practically eloped.

Give me a down payment
on a house over

a rubber chicken dinner
any day of the week.

I got this.

What do Katherine Heigl
and J. Lo have in common?

Wedding planner.

It's a waste of money.

There's Web sites out there that'll
walk you through the whole process.

Help you make a budget, plan
a guest list, even order invitations.

Look at this... it's one
of my favorite sites.

Do-It-Yourself Napkin Folding?

The goblet fan's pretty classy, huh?

This isn't at all weird.

You can save thousands of dollars
by doing your own place settings.

I am not paying for the wedding,
I am planning the wedding.

You sure?
Was your dad that specific?

In that case, the goblet fan
might be too complicated.

He's more of a French pleat guy.

Problem with the French pleat:
it's not as easy to do as it looks.

Yeah. Gotta have a pretty high thread
count to get that straight angle, huh?

Exactly.

Hey, look, a bishop's hat.

- We were just...
- Scaring me.

Dead sailor.
Convention Center. Move.

That's such a shame.
Vintage '62 Telecaster.

Yeah, a real tragedy.

Yeah, 'cause...

The dead people are a shame,
too, it's just...

Oh, look, it's McGee!

Fire chief doesn't know yet
the cause of the explosion.

Maybe a gas line. Luckily, the
sprinklers put out the fire pretty fast.

But not fast enough, it appears.

Unless our victims
were killed by the explosion itself.

Yeah, or something else.
You never know.

I like the way you think,
Mr. Palmer.

To whom do we have the displeasure?

The older one is Earl Grieves, 54.

He's the head janitor
for the auditorium.

Military charity was hosting
a concert here.

"Hero Comfort Foundation."

- Not much comfort today.
- Gibbs.

You're gonna need dental
on the sailor.

You mean Petty Officer
Damien Hunter?

Gibbs, this is
Director Vivian Sutton.

She runs the local HCF office.

And this is...
Luke Pischedda. Concert coordinator.

Damien was working for us.

- What happened?
- You're looking at it.

- What kind of work was he doing?
- He was a volunteer.

We have a concert
tomorrow for the troops...

and he was helping...

He was helping make
sure that families

of deployed servicemen
would be able to attend.

- Which we still plan on.
- Not here.

The venue's closed until it can be
verified structurally sound.

Oh, don't worry.
The HCF is a military charity.

One thing we know how to do,
it's improvise.

The show will go on.

And we should
dedicate this to Damien.

- Everyone did love him.
- Not everyone.

This wasn't an accident.

Fire chief says this was
the source of the explosion. It's a...

Warhead shell
from a Mark 24 torpedo.

- Mark 24? Aren't those from...
- World War II.

Petty Officer First Class
Damien Hunter

graduated with honors
from RTC Great Lakes.

Did two tours on the USS Carl Vinson

before being assigned
to the Pax River chow hall.

Where he didn't gain a pound,
which is impressive.

Being around all that food all the time?
I mean, if that were me, I would...

I'd-I'd probably...

- get back into the case.
- Yeah. Me, too.

Well, our answer for now is the deaths
appear to be collateral damage.

Abby says the bomb
wasn't set to go off until midnight.

She thinks it was
detonated accidentally

by some kind of vibration.

Fire chief's final
report says the explosive

was hidden inside an old torpedo shell
that was used as set dressing.

- What was the target?
- It's not a what.

It's a who.

The room was also being used
as a dressing room

for one of the acts
in HCF's concert.

Yikes.

What kind of concert is it, exactly?

The charity is calling it
the Country Rock Back-Up Bands Tour.

It's a concert of bands
that normally opens

for other bands?

- Who opens for them?
- Him.

He's the opening act.
Manheim Gold.

According to the director,
he used to open for all the big names.

Where is he now?

Nobody knows.
He never showed up for rehearsal.

Find him.

This Manheim guy really did open
for all the big names.

- How come I've never heard of him?
- Keep reading.

Ouch, yikes.

Yeah, he threw one too many TVs
out his hotel window.

And his first agent.

Lucky for them both,
there was a pool below.

All right.

This is Manheim's day job.

You think it would be weird
if I asked him for an autograph?

Not any weirder

than Tony asking
for a suspect's phone number.

Anybody home?

What do you think happened?

Well, it looks like someone
was looking for something.

- Or worse.
- I'll call in the BOLO.

And... done.

Not bad.
53 seconds.

Unfortunately, your subject suffered

a subdural hematoma
from excessive manhandling.

You said to go fast.

I told you to be efficient.

The sleep cycle of an infant
is only 50 minutes.

If you have to change the diaper
of a sleeping child,

you need to be efficient.

I would also think
that you need to...

Keep the lights low

and the room quiet.

Okay, low lights, quiet room,
no hematoma... Got it.

I think. My checklist keeps
growing every day.

Mr. Palmer is getting in some

last-minute practice.

Our birth mother
was due yesterday, so...

she could pop any second.

Congratulations, Jim.

- You gotta go?
- Oh, no, no, no.

No, I'm fine. No.
Breena's with her.

The two of them have
really been bonding over the last month.

The adoption papers are all set,

- and me... I'm just...
- At work.

Just not actually working.

That's one way to put it.

Yes, and easily remedied.

Despite Mr. Palmer's crime scene
supposition,

the autopsies

of the two victims
produced no surprises.

As you can see,
both victims were killed

from blunt force trauma
from the blast.

And if that hadn't killed them,

the smoke inhalation must
certainly would have.

Apart from being dead,

both these men were
in perfect health.

We all should be
so lucky when we go.

- We found Manheim.
- What? You found him where?

Yeah. Go get him.

Hey, you got a burp cloth?

Get more.

He was alive when I picked him up
at the drunk tank.

That was cruel and unusual, man.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Special Agent?

Since when is public
intoxication a federal crime?

It's not.

Murder is.

A bomb exploded in your dressing room
this morning. Two people were killed.

Is this some kind of joke?

And somebody tossed your bedroom.

Actually, it, uh...

always looks like that.

You know anybody
that would want you dead?

Recently, no.

- Before?
- Pretty much everybody I ever met.

Until I stopped drinking.

I hate to break it to you, but
you spent the night in the drunk tank.

15 years sober down the drain.

It's been a rough few days.

Brakes on my car were starting to burn
rubber and I couldn't afford new ones

until the end of the month.

So I'm guessing you didn't make it.

Nah, took out a telephone pole.

After that, I...

felt sorry for myself,
and figured, well...

one drink couldn't hurt.

It hurt.

Brakes go out, bomb goes off
in his dressing room...

I'm sensing a pattern.

Manheim! Manheim!

Get off, man! Hey, enough.
No more questions.

I raced over as soon as I heard
the Feds picked you up.

You don't have to say another word.

Actually, yeah, he does.

- And who would you be?
- That's my agent. Don't mind him.

It's okay, Bobby.
They're on my side, for a change.

They think somebody's trying
to kill me.

- What?
- Yeah,

a bomb went off in my dressing room.

They told me
they were moving the concert

to the Pax River Navy Base,
but they never told me why.

This...

this is great news, baby!

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. We could use the publicity.

I think you just made yourself
a suspect, man.

Look, all I'm saying is,

I got big plans for my boy here.

We're at a critical juncture.

- It's comeback time, baby.
- It was comeback time, baby.

Your boy is out of the concert.

What?! Why?

See, this is gonna ruin everything.
You can't do that.

If the concert's on a Navy base,
yes, we can.

Someone is trying
to kill your client.

He's not going anywhere...
except protective custody.

All right, why don't you grab
five days' worth of clothes.

Got it. Where we going?

I think the first thing we're gonna do
is buy you some more underwear.

Back to NCIS,
where you're gonna make us a list

of suspects, then off to a hotel
we contract as a safe house.

I like hotels.

And throwing TVs out windows,
we heard.

That's not me anymore.

This concert wasn't even my idea.

Some kid in Idaho posted
one of my old videos on the computer...

- Internet.
- Whatever.

Next thing I know, Bobby calls me,
says I got some heat,

books me on this charity tour.

My opinion...

some things are better left
in the past.

Especially mine.

I don't need to make you a list
of people who want me dead.

Pretty much everyone in here.

Any of my first band.

Any of my ex-wives.

That's Ronnie Mustard,
my first agent.

Heard you threw him out
a window, too.

He bet me I couldn't.
But, you can strike him off the list.

He didn't make it out of the '80s.

Surfing accident, I think.

We were kind of hoping
for something a little more recent.

You're looking at more recent.

Although, wait a sec.

I might have something for you.

A guy keeps coming in here
every few days the last few weeks.

Kind of squirrelly.

Keeps bringing me
the same suit to get cleaned.

It hasn't been worn.
I can tell.

Who keeps cleaning a suit
they haven't worn?

Weird, right?

"Tilt and push the child
to face forward."

Keep pushing!

Okay, my arm is about to break off!

"Try threading both portions
of the vehicle belt

as close to the buckle
plate as possible."

No, no, it's still loose. Rats!

- What's going on?
- This is impossible!

If you use that latch thingy,
it would be a lot easier.

But the thing is there's no latch thing
in the center.

Perhaps that seat is not meant
to go in the center. It says here...

Doctor, I know what it says.
It says that 75%

of all child restraints
are installed improperly.

You guys need some help?

Come with me.
Save yourself.

Maybe we could use a fourth.

- How long they been at it?
- Like, an hour.

I heard Ducky curse ten minutes ago.

I mean, well, I think I did.

I'm not that familiar
with British profanity, but...

What's in the box?

We need to I.D. the owner.

He didn't leave his last name.

Thought you could pull some DNA.

I've been known to dabble
with some DNA.

Oh, yeah?
What are you dabbling in now?

Torpedoes.
Or what's left of it.

This is the Mark 46 torpedo shell

that the bomb was hidden in.

I was able to pull a partial print,

but it's not gonna do me
any good. And...

Gibbs wanted me to look
at the brakes on Manheim's car.

Yeah, Manheim said
they were in pretty bad shape.

Oh, they are.
But that's not why they failed.

Someone put a pinhole

in this brake line.

Someone's really gunning for him.

I mean, the good news for you guys
is that brake fluid stains.

So if you work your way back
from the scene of the car accident,

you could probably find out
where his brake line was punctured.

Old drummer's dead,

bass player dead,

this guy's in jail,

she joined a cult, nudist.

Now she runs
a yoga studio in Hawaii.

Jail, then dead.

The music business is terrifying.

You talk to anyone?

Bishop's interviewing
Manheim's old stage manager.

Apparently, Manheim
borrowed his boat 20 years ago,

and then sunk it.

- Long time to hold a grudge.
- Yeah, and a hairdo.

You should see that nest.
Yeah, there we go.

- Thanks again.
- Check that out.

Mel Gibson wants his hair back
from Lethal Weapon.

Hey, you get anything good?

It was amazing! He was
at the Craven Country Jamboree in 1985.

Tammy Wynette, Charley Pride,
they were all there.

He told me this one story about...

the alibi he had
for the past two weeks.

He's not our guy.

We should still arrest him
for that hairdo.

- What do you have against mullets?
- I have trouble with the whole decade.

The '80s couldn't end
fast enough for me.

The awkward years for you?

Now, the '70s is a decade
I can get behind.

How about getting behind this case?

That's a good point.

I got Dorneget out
tracking brake fluid stains,

and McGee is on his way
to the safe house with Manheim...

Not anymore....

Just got a call from the hotel.

They accidentally overbooked,
we don't have a room.

- Try another hotel.
- I did.

All the ones NCIS has approved
to use are also booked.

There's a convention in town.

No, I'd love to have him
at my place,

but my husband has the stomach flu.

My sister's visiting.

Your sister's hot.

Nice place.

Reminds me of some of the classier
hotel rooms I've stayed in.

Don't get any ideas.
You break it, you bought it.

Don't worry.

Like I said, that's not me anymore.

You play?

Yeah. But first things first,

I need you to sign something here.

- What is it?
- It's a document stating

that you have,
read and understood the house rules.

You have rules?
On paper?

For people to sign?

That's weird, man.

Rule number 4: "Don't insult your host".
But I'll give you a pass

since you haven't had time...
to sign it yet.

I'll sign,

but you gotta play something first.

Really?

You want to hear me play?

I guess nobody ever
really asked me to play.

It's a great guitar.

I wrote this when I was 14.

Open up!

Stay here.

Manheim! Listen,

great news, baby.

- Okay, how did you know where he was?
- I texted him.

Nobody's supposed
to know where you are.

- He's my agent.
- Grab your guitar.

I got you a gig tonight.

- What?
- What? He's not going anywhere.

You know how many hits
your old video has gotten?

It's up to 18,000, baby!
You gotta be out there

seizing the momentum.
You know how it works!

Yeah, you snooze, you lose.

That's right. And Agent Gibbs
can't stop you this time.

Okay, I'm not sure you understand.

He's in protective custody
for a reason.

Then protect him at the gig.

Nobody's gonna try anything
in public.

He's actually safer out there.

No, he's not.

You want to be cleaning people's
dirty laundry the rest of your life?

Or do you want to smell roses
thrown at your feet?

I know, I know. Listen, I didn't
really have a choice, Boss.

He's only got one set,
and then it's back to my place.

We're good.
Enjoy your beans.

What is people's fascination
with this decade?

I don't know.
I barely remember it.

I mean, there were some good movies.

Scorsese did King of Comedy.

Magnum P.I.
and supermodels...

leg warmers.

Why do I hate the '80s so much?

You're on in five, baby.

They won't even know
what hit 'em, right? Huh?

- You haven't played your set.
- I changed my mind. Let's go.

No, wait a minute.
What about the momentum, the roses?

I'm allergic to roses.
This was a mistake.

Are you getting cold feet?

This feels cold-feety to me.

I know the temperature
of my own feet.

I don't even know
why I don't like the '80s.

People are complicated.

I understand.

When was the last time
you performed?

In public?

Not that long.

Two, three... decades.

Three decades?

You sure you know
how to play that thing still?

I play every night.

Alone.

I'm not sure I like who I become
when other people are involved.

That's interesting.
Hold that thought.

Well, that's great.
Send it to me.

That was our lab tech.
She got a hit from your suit.

That's him. That's the guy.

- Who is he?
- We're gonna find out.

Don't look.
He's at the bar,

right over your left shoulder.

Hey, Manheim,
when I say "Don't look..."

Where are you going in such a hurry?

- Nowhere.
- Why are you following me?

Who are you?

I'm your son.

Hello?
I'd like to go home.

I'm self-diagnosed with IBS and

mild claustrophobia.
I am not feeling very well.

There is no way
that guy is related to me.

- What is that?
- That's your father's dressing room.

And that's what happened
after a bomb went off inside.

You know anything about that?

So why were you stalking him?

I wasn't stalking him.

Three weeks ago, I thought

that my father was a firefighter
killed in the line of duty.

Until I found my mother's diary
in our kitchen.

He still lives with his mother?
I want a DNA test.

Abby's already run it.
Congrats.

It's a boy. Sort of.

I wasn't stalking my father. I was
building up the courage to talk to him.

I just wanted to meet my real dad.

I heard you're a CPA.

That's a...

that's a job...

people do.

I know. I'm...

one of 'em.

Your mother...

How's she doing?

She has shingles.

You don't remember her, do you?

So how'd you find me?

I tracked down your agent.
He told me where you were.

- And he never said anything to me?
- No, who's Bobby?

No, this guy's name was Mustard.

Ronnie Mustard.

Ronnie Mustard's dead.

Ronnie Mustard is not dead.

He lives in Maryland,
still hanging onto the music industry.

These days, he books mostly wedding
and Bar Mitzvah bands.

Manheim, he lie to us?

No. I think he was just confused.

I got the full download
when I dropped him back at my place.

Apparently, Manheim helped
Mustard lay low in the '80s

to avoid a nasty loan shark.

He helped Mustard spread a rumor
that he was dead.

You telling me Manheim forgot

- it was just a cover story?
- I know it's odd.

Keith Richards seems
to remember everything,

but Manheim said after the rehab

he couldn't remember his birthday
much less the fate of his agent.

And when he asked around,
everyone told him Mustard was dead.

- So, why didn't Mustard resurface?
- That's a very good question.

Take McGee and find out.

Clear a path!
It's happening!

- It's happening!
- Mr. Palmer, please.

- Duck?
- He just had a call.

Birth mother is going into labor.

By the power of all humanity,

I am ordering you to open!

It's one floor down.
Maybe try the stairs?

Your bag, sir?

- Good luck!
- Thank you!

Our little autopsy gremlin
is growing up.

His whole life is going to change.

Over and over.

Why is my building manager calling?

Isn't our musician staying
in your apartment?

I left him with Agent Holgate.

Put it on a speaker.

Hello? Is everything all right?

No, Mr. DiNozzo.

You know we have a strict policy
regarding noise level in our building.

Yes, I helped you write that policy.

Then it's time you practiced
what you preach.

The neighbors are complaining.

- About my apartment?
- Yes, your apartment.

Is someone having a party in there?

That's putting it mildly.

Clear a path!

Make a hole!

Make a hole!

Here you go.

All right!

Put your drinks down.

On a coaster!

And make your way
in an orderly fashion to the front door.

Or I will shoot you!

- That means you, Mullet.
- Bye, honey.

Nobody get sticky fingers.

Not you.

Holgate, come here!

'Cause I bet

what happened was that he wanted
to go out and have a little party.

You made an executive decision.

You decided, "Hey,

why don't we just have
the party right here?"

And then things got
a little out of hand, and...

I invented that excuse.

Listen to me, if anything is missing
or broken it comes out of your paycheck.

Now, you go outside.
And you wait for me there.

Yes, sir.

You weren't supposed
to be back for four hours.

Sorry, man.

Who were all these people?

Well, when your team started
calling my old friends,

they started calling me.
But this wasn't for myself.

Another charity?

No, no, no.
It's for Denny.

I wanted to go out.

Show the kid some fun.

- He's really uptight, man.
- Okay.

- But your agent wouldn't let me leave.
- You're telling me this was for him?

I figured I ought to get
to know him a little. You know?

I mean, I missed his entire life.

Chasing my dream.

I'm sure you can't relate.
I mean,

you're not a parent.

But I have one.

Now, look.

If you want to relate to your son,
you don't have to do all this.

You just have to sit down
and talk to him.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- Who's that?
- My son.

Quite the lightweight.

Is he throwing up in my bathroom?

Don't worry, I'll clean it up.

These are Egyptian cotton,
400-thread-count towels.

I got a special recipe
for stains, man.

It's magic, you should've seen the first
room they had me in at the HCF concert.

Did you say first dressing room?

I'm fine on my own.

Enough, enough! Stop! Stop!

I thought I was a bad singer.

You know how you can make
a million bucks singing?

Start with 2 million!

Sorry, I got my fill
of Sonny and Cher impersonators.

Excuse me,
we're not here to audition.

We're from NCIS.

We need to ask you a few questions
about Manheim Gold.

I got you, babe!

Nice.

Look, we know you did it.

We've traced the brake fluid
back to the scene of the crime.

We've got two eyewitnesses
that put you under Manheim's car.

See, right about now, your stomach
is dropping through the floor.

One half your brain realizes
that you're going to jail.

The other half is in denial.

I'm dying to see
which half is gonna win.

I've been to the joint.
I can't go back.

Then make me smile. And I'll tell
the prosecutor you cooperated.

Rat turd. Okay.
Look...

Manheim never hit it big
in the States.

But for some reason, he was
quite popular in Equatorial Guinea.

Once he went into rehab,

the royalties started coming in.

Not a lot, just enough to live on.

And you didn't tell Manheim this
when he got out of rehab?

Must've slipped my mind.

So, now that Manheim
is mounting a comeback,

you're worried he's gonna find out
about his royalties.

So you tried to kill him.

You make it sound
a lot worse than it is.

I am?

'Cause you bomb you planted
killed two innocent people.

Bomb?

I'm being railroaded!

I didn't plant a bomb!

I want a lawyer!

- I'm thirsty!
- What do you think?

- I think I have a headache.
- I want representation!

I've seen movies!

Guy claims he's got an alibi.

Yeah? Run it down.

What if it holds?

That means Manheim has
two people trying to kill him.

Just one.

I found out Manheim switched rooms
two days before the blast.

He was complaining that his first
dressing room smelled like vomit.

"Two days"?

Abby said that the bomb
was put in place a week ago.

And since no one could've known
Manheim was gonna change rooms...

He couldn't have been the target.

Mustard's alibi checks out. He didn't
plant the bomb. And why would he?

Manheim wasn't supposed to be here.

- Who was?
- Nobody.

That was Tony.
With Manheim cleared,

they made it to the base just
in time to do a sound check.

The coordinator said Manheim's
second dressing room

is actually
a stage-prop storage room.

Why didn't the coordinator
tell us that earlier?

- Good question.
- I have another one.

If this wasn't a murder attempt,
what was it?

Terrorism?

Terrorists would have planted a bomb
in the audience, not backstage.

Maybe someone wanted to shut down
the concert for some reason.

Didn't Tony mention that Manheim
has serious stage fright?

Bad enough to bomb his own show?

Hey, Abby. What's...

That's great news.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay, thanks. Bye.
So, you may not notice, but...

- Tell me on the way.
- A fingerprint's ridge...

if you put it
on this little plastic box...

I thought Abby could use
my friends' algorithm

to reconstruct the original partial
print using a line-integral convolution.

Sounds like it worked.
Pretty cool?

Are you still talking to me?

What Bishop was trying to say is,
we got a partial from the bomb.

It was too partial-y for a search

but you add in a little magical NSA

wizard math fix-it, and...

- Voil?.
- Got a hit.

Yup, the print
from the bomb belongs to...

Luke Pischedda.

The HCF concert coordinator?

More like concert destroyer.
The guy almost ruined his own show.

No, he didn't.

He knew the concert
would be moved to Pax River.

He probably made
the contingency plans himself!

You think he's planning some sort
of attack at the base?

Gibbs, this concert
starts, like, now!

Thanks, Abs.

No, no, no.
That's your go cue.

That means you go.
It's go time. Go, go get 'em.

Why aren't you at the hospital?

- Did something happen to your baby?
- No, the...

the baby's fine.

He's just not...

The mom decided that...

she's gonna keep him.

You can do this.
You can totally do this,

and you will be fine.

Besides, nobody's here to see you.
They're here for the free concert.

Thanks.

- Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
- You seen Pischedda?

- He disappeared about five minutes ago.
- He planted the bomb.

- Pischedda? You're sure it's him?
- Abby's sure.

We should stop the concert.
Evacuate everybody.

No, not yet.

There could be another bomb.
If we evacuate Pischedda could detonate.

I'm very near that hypothetical bomb.
How long are we gonna keep this quiet?

Till we figure out what he wants.

You find him!

And when you do, you make him talk.

Understood.

I think I got something, here.

Prior to the HCF,
Pischedda worked as a contractor

- for a private military company.
- Something stand out, McGee?

A job he did in 2003.

They helped transport
$2 billion in cash

to Iraq during Reconstruction.

How do you transport
$2 billion in cash?

In hundred dollar bills,
shrink-wrapped and loaded onto pallets.

- Then flown off into cargo planes.
- Great.

- How much didn't make it?
- Hundreds of millions went missing.

Boss, some of that money flew out
of Pax River, from the same complex

the concert's in now.

Where you been?

- What?
- You said I could do this?

I can't do this.
Look at all those people out there.

You're gonna be fine.
Come on, let's get you ready.

Hey, DiNozzo.

Nobody's seen Pischedda,
but three stagehands are missing,

so what are we gonna do?
Pull the alarm?

- Not a terrorist attack. It's a heist.
- Pischedda hid the money on the base.

He's using the charity concert
as cover to get it out.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the United States Armed Forces...

We can't let anyone know.
We don't know who else is involved.

And Pischedda may have rigged
more explosives in case things go south.

He needs to think that everything
is going according to plan.

- That may be a little bit of a problem.
- Manheim Gold!

- What's he doing?
- He may be wetting his pants.

He needs to get on stage.

Now, DiNozzo.

Let's go.

And, ladies and gentlemen,

let's give a round of applause
for Manheim Gold!

Long story short, I need you
to get out there and play.

- My hands are frozen, man.
- It's kind of a law enforcement issue.

Look.
Manheim...

You barely need your hands.

- The song has, what, three chords?
- That's harsh, man.

The song has four chords.

Warm 'em up.

Okay, give me a five count.

Ladies and gentlemen,
how you doing out there?

Look at that.
Handsome group of people.

McGee, give me a sitrep.

No sign yet.

Agents Holgate and Dearborn arrived.
They're covering the south side.

Tell them to stick to this complex.

- Keep me posted.
- What if the money's not here?

It's here. Come on.

... star attraction...

is just moments away.

This is a man

who's ready to start having a life.

Manheim.
The Man of Gold.

Manheim Gold!

Here he comes.

But how do you know?

How do I know what?

How do you know
if the money's in this building?

No, I mean, I can see
how you're totally sure.

But how do you know?

Pischedda had access
to the base for years

through his military charity.

Right...

Bishop, there is something
about the concert itself that...

It's happening, isn't it?
Tony and McGee warned me about this.

I have no idea
what's going on, but...

Hurry up, guys, let's go.

This is way better
than sitting in a cubicle.

So how much money did they recover?

$10 million.

The bad guys took the money
from the hangar and buried it.

When they went to go retrieve it,

the complex had been expanded,
so the money was trapped underneath

a newly-poured concrete slab.

Pischedda must have taken years
trying to figure out how to get it out.

And then even longer
climbing his way up

the HCF charity.
Look...

Bummer for him?

I just... I thought
this might cheer you up.

I take it you heard.

She saw the baby and just...

I guess she felt the same way
we felt when we first saw him.

Can't fault her for that, right?

Why don't you go home?

I will.

Breena and I, we just wanted
to get all this stuff out of the house.

We wanted to give it back
as soon as possible.

We?

Me.

She's hurting, too, but...

she is so much stronger.

She's ready to try again.
And me...

I feel like I can't breathe.

I've never felt this bad in my life,
Gibbs.

Just wait until it's 3:00 in the morning
and your kid's running a 104.

You're just getting started.

That's the point, I'm not starting.
You know?

- Maybe I never will.
- Well, then, fight for it, Palmer.

That's what you do,
you fight for your family.

And sometimes you fight like hell
just to have one.

You want me to fight? I feel like
I just went ten rounds with Joe Louis.

Do you want to be a dad, Palmer?

Because, right now,
this is being a dad.

Maybe I'm not ready.

You wouldn't feel the way you feel
right now if you weren't ready.