NCIS (2003–…): Season 12, Episode 8 - Semper Fortis - full transcript

[UPBEAT POP MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO]

[TRANSMISSION GRINDING]

Oh.

JB, guess what.

You know this is a manual
and not an automatic, right?

- Give me a break, will you?
- Ha, ha.

It's almost dawn. I'm tired.

I don't do a lot of driving
when I'm protecting your freedom.

Which includes the freedom
to mock your bad driving skills.

- With friends like you guys...
- MARY: Oh, you know we love you.

Yeah, we just like to show it
through soul-crushing ridicule.

- MARY: Yeah.
- Yeah, thank you, man.

I'm wiped out.

JB, when's your leave over?

Uh, next deployment starts
in a few days.

It's been fun being home, though.
I feel like I just got back.

[CRASH THEN ALL SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING]

WOMAN: I'm gonna stop the bleeding.
Just need to stay calm, all right?

Gonna be all right.

You're gonna be fine. Stay with me.

[GASPING]

She can't breathe.

WOMAN:
We're gonna get you breathing again.

BENJAMIN: Help her.
WOMAN: You need to stay very still.

Help her.

WOMAN: This is gonna make it
easier for you, okay? Now breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

Oh, thank you
for bringing him home, officer.

I promise this will never happen again.
McGee, what did I tell you

about throwing pennies off the top
of the Washington Monument?

Oh, Tony, if only you were there
to catch them.

I would catch them like this.

Hi, Tony.

Hi, Sergeant Burt.
So, what are you doing here so early?

Picking up or dropping off?

Abby and I had breakfast.

After I picked her up from her place.

Mm. Breakfast. What did you have?

Sorry, I'm starving.
Thought I'd live vicariously.

- You're hungry, Bishop?
- TONY: She's always hungry.

I mean, don't let the probie's
tiny, unassuming frame fool you.

- No, ho-ho. She'll swallow you whole.
- I'm not afraid.

I'm not a cannibal, Tony.

Maybe that's why we never see Jake.
Maybe she ate him.

Or maybe he's just busy.

Or maybe you had him with fava beans
and a nice Chianti.

[SCOFFS]

So, Burt, how are things going
between you and Abby?

Never met anyone like her,
Agent McGee.

It's been great. She's great.

Beyond great.

Everything has just been...

- Great.
- Great?

Exactly.

We just click.

- You know?
- Yeah. Yeah, I know.

So how long has it been
since everything started being great?

A couple of months.

Give or take, I guess.

Oh, boy, I'm gonna be late
to my security briefing.

Gotta go. I'll see you guys later.

All right. Catch you on the flip side,
Mr. Two-Months.

Poor bastard.

Yeah, I really liked him. Tall, quiet.

Had a sort of Marlboro Man quality
to him.

Why are you two talking about Burt
like you're never gonna see him again?

- Hey, where's Burt going?
- Two months.

Copy that.

Grab your gear. Petty officer killed
in a possible hit-and-run.

Um, hello?

Did I miss something?

GIBBS:
What do you got, Duck?

DUCKY:
Besides the crisp autumnal air,

the scent of dried oak leaves

and the knock-knock
of Old Man Winter

on Mother Nature's front door?

Yeah. Besides that.

Tragedy, I'm afraid.

Though, in this instance,
I'm glad the culprit is a slick road

and not a foolish texting fatality.

- Thought they said hit-and-run.
- Local LEOs have one witness

who might have seen an SUV
speeding away,

but it sounds sketchy.

- Victim?
- Uh, Petty Officer John Blaney Hicks.

He was a local.

Home on leave
from the USS Winthrop.

McGEE: He had two friends with him,
both civilian.

They were rushed to the hospital
in critical condition.

TONY: Looks like he lost control
of the vehicle,

took out a fence up there
and did a triple gainer down the hill.

- Skid marks?
- One set, leading off the road.

Fence post went
through the windshield.

DUCKY: Yeah, and the wound
on the petty officer's neck

suggests that it caused him
to bleed out.

Where did all these bandages
come from?

PALMER:
I think I can answer that.

I found what appears
to be cornstarch powder

on the victim's wounds.

Cornstarch,
there's so many uses for cornstarch.

I remember my cousin Beatrice
used to make the best

orange and cranberry muffins.

She'd have me add just a pinch,
and it...

Um, the medical gloves,
the EMTs probably tried to save him.

But it took EMTs 20 minutes
to get here.

Why would they bandage
a dead man?

HARPER:
They wouldn't.

Sergeant Sherman Harper,
Fairfax County P.D.

- Special Agent Gibbs.
- Thanks for making the trek.

Fire department EMTs didn't do a thing
to your petty officer.

They responded to a 911 call,
when they got here,

he was bandaged up already.

Same with his friends.

Who tried to save them?

She did.

First responders say
she was holding a trache-tube

in the girl's throat
when they first pulled up.

Who exactly is she?

Driver's license says
she's Anna Dillon.

Says she, uh, saw an SUV
bolt past her a mile back.

Got a little closer
and found the wreckage.

Insists she isn't saying anything else
without a lawyer.

Gonna bring her back to the station,
call a public defender.

Why, if she saved their lives?

Practicing medicine
without a license.

She's not a nurse, a doctor,
nor an EMT.

She could've killed someone.

Maybe she did.

- Got a job to do.
- Yeah, so do we.

No good deed, huh?

Yeah, it doesn't seem right.

[SPEAKS IN LATIN]

DUCKY [IN ENGLISH]: Do not do evil
in order that good may come.

Corpsman!

Talk to me.

Petty Officer Third Class
John Blaney Hicks

was out late with friends.

Skid marks indicate his car spun out
and fatally crashed.

Passengers were Mary LaFleur
and Benjamin Koss.

Buddies from high school.

Mary is training
to be a dental hygienist.

Ben does construction
and attends a local junior college.

All three received in-field
medical attention from this woman,

former Navy Hospital Corpsman
Anna Dillon.

Dillon thought she saw an SUV leaving
the scene, but couldn't offer details.

Carries her medical kit in her car
like Marcus Welby.

Marcus who?

Navy corpsmen
don't carry a medical license.

Back home,
she's no different than a civilian.

- But she's trained.
- And has field experience.

- Yeah, but you can't legally help.
- That's not right.

Yeah, you think?

That was the hospital.
Ben Koss is awake in ICU.

DiNozzo, take Bishop, go talk to him.
See what he remembers.

McGee, call Sergeant Harper.
Tell him we need to talk to Anna Dillon.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Yeah, Duck, I'm on my way.

What's your educated opinion,
doctor?

I think it's abundantly clear

that his left carotid artery
was severed by a fence post.

Oh, no, no, not about him.
I meant about Burt.

What do you think
of Abby's park police sergeant?

Your time would be better spent,
Mr. Palmer,

concerning yourself
with your own affairs.

Oh, I'm doing that too.

You know,
Breena's in nesting mode.

Constant projects around the house.

Move this, paint that, build a hutch.
Heh.

I don't know what a hutch is.

Fancy word for a cabinet.

- What do you got, Duck?
- I was just telling our father-to-be

that a fence post
partially severed his carotid artery.

Yeah, but with the impact,
I doubt he ever knew what hit him.

Anna Dillon tried
to stop the bleeding.

Oh, Jethro,
when we opened him up,

his body cavity was filled with blood.

Apparently, our young heroine
was able to stop the external bleeding,

but internally,
he was far too far gone.

- Alcohol level?
- DUCKY: Zero-point-zero.

Sober as a judge.

And his records show no history
of seizures or drug abuse.

There was no medical reasons
for the vehicle to crash.

I can't believe JB is dead.

Where's Mary?

She's being prepped for surgery.

This is a nightmare.

TONY:
So, Ben, help us piece this together.

What happened?

A deer run across the road?
JB panic?

No, sir.

JB was rock solid.

The doctor said your memory
might be a little fuzzy.

My memory's just fine.

JB didn't lose control of the vehicle.

We were hit by another car.

Someone ran us off the road.

Anna Dillon was telling the truth.

Did you see the other car?

BISHOP:
Or get a look at the driver?

Is it possible that it was an SUV?

I remember feeling something
clip the back bumper,

and seeing the rear of a car
as we spun.

But after that...

I'm sorry,
I wish I could be more help.

No, you-- You've done plenty.

The doctors said
if it wasn't for some woman

who came to the crash,

I wouldn't be here.

That's true.
She's a former Navy corpsman.

You know where I can reach her?

I wanna say thank you.

Fairfax County Jail.

GIBBS:
What else do we have on Anna Dillon?

McGEE: Well, she served two
Fleet Marine Force corpsman tours

in Afghanistan,

awarded a Bronze Star
for acts of heroism under fire,

saved 12 lives,

and performed over 30 additional
in-country procedures.

Currently works
in the D.C. school system as a janitor,

which is kind of like a war zone.

What about the night of the crash?

She'd just finished her shift.

Arrived at the site
moments after the collision.

That's when she saw an SUV
speeding away.

Why isn't she in here, McGee?

I called Sergeant Harper.

She's still being questioned
by Fairfax County P.D.

Go, get him on the phone.

Boss, according
to Anna Dillon's records,

she called 911 and used OnStar
the second she got there.

Anna Dillon knew that she was gonna
be in trouble and she did it anyway.

McGee.

Anna's being officially charged.

County prosecutor's
already on the way.

GUARD:
When you want out, just let me know.

Ready to talk, petty officer?

I'm still waiting for a lawyer.

Public defender?

Yeah, don't hold your breath.

You're NCIS.
They'd tell me not to talk to you, either.

Yeah, maybe.

So?

So they won't understand.

They don't know who you are,
they don't know what you've done.

- We wanna help.
- Well, I'm glad to hear that,

but it's too late, sir.

I called 911.

I tried to help those kids
and one's dead.

Yeah, but two are alive
because of you.

There should be three. I hesitated.

Can't blame yourself.

He was alive when I got there.
He was dead when I left.

I know I could have done more.

Ah.

Sit down.

Why not run, Dillon?

- Why take the fall?
- I thought about it.

Yeah, but you stayed.

I had to.

I'm trained to.

I gotta say, this is not exactly
the vision I had for my future.

Only damn difference
between me and those EMTs

- is the car we drove up in.
- Yeah.

And the law.

I have the training, you know that.

Ever since I got out,
I can't get a single job in the field.

I've been saving
to go to medical school.

But even if I'm cleared,

you think anyone will accept me
with this on my record?

I learned the same as the Army
and the Air Force medics,

and for some reason,
they come out EMT-Basic,

and they could have legally
saved those kids.

Why can't I?

HARPER:
What do you think you're doing?

She hasn't been charged
with a crime yet.

She's being detained
for the prosecutor,

- who's on his way.
- No. Not anymore.

- You make a call?
- GIBBS: No, not me.

U.S. Attorney
for the Eastern District.

I know she's former Navy.

JB was Navy too.

I respect the uniform
more than you know.

But she shouldn't
have touched them.

She should have waited for help.

Waited?

Waited and watched them die?

Miss, I'm not saying it's right.
But you broke the law.

Why are you doing this?
Why aren't you looking

for the person
who caused this crash?

- It was an accident.
- GIBBS: No, it wasn't.

Sergeant, look,
we all wanna solve this case,

but we need her help to do it.

You wanna question her?
You do it here.

Use my office, whatever you need.

This isn't about questioning.

This is about doing what's right.

Mary LaFleur,
a passenger in that car,

just got out of surgery.

She may be paralyzed.

Your corpsman moved her
after the crash.

I did everything right.

Talk to the EMTs.
You can't blame me for that.

HARPER:
I know Mary's parents.

I have to answer
for what was done to her.

You looking for answers?

Or you looking for someone
to pin it on?

You're a smart man, Agent Gibbs.
I won't argue with you.

But you know where this is headed.

You can't change the law.

GIBBS:
No, we can't.

But we can fight like hell
and we can try.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING
QUIETLY ON RADIO]

I didn't know you come here, Gibbs.

Pretty good cup of coffee,
though, huh?

Our little secret, right?

Right.

See you, Norvell.

Why do you insist
on meeting me here?

And don't tell me it's the food.

Good people.

Honest people.

Hungry people.

The club sandwich isn't half bad.

I'm sorry about your dad.

He would've loved to have met you.

Well, rumor has it
he was as challenging as his son.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Yeah, well,
there's an understatement.

I like a good challenge.

Former Navy corpsman
tried to save lives.

Now she's facing legal charges.

Flaw in the system.

System needs to be fixed.

Well, a lot of folks would agree,
but what can I do to help?

She needs a lawyer.

Carrie, she need a good lawyer.
She needs you.

Heh. We won't win.

I know that,
but you can lessen the charges,

and we take the fight to them.

And then what?

Then you tell me
the right people to talk to.

But right now, we're all she's got.

After what she did for her country,

she deserves some support.

Well, you will owe me.

Well, I've been there before.

Heh. Fries have gotten better.

[CARRIE CHUCKLES]

MAN 1:
Corpsman, up.

DILLON:
Hold this down, Marine.

MAN 2:
I've been shot!

[GUNFIRE AND SOLDIERS
SHOUTING]

All right, hold this too.
Give me your weight.

[INJURED MAN GRUNTS]

Corpsman!

I got you.

MAN 3: I'm shot!
DILLON: You're gonna be fine.

MAN 3:
I'm shot!

Save me.

TONY:
Anna.

- Anna?
- Hm?

I'm sorry. Um...

Where were we?

Finished, just need you
to sign your statement.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, boss. We're all done here.

Wish I could remember more
about the SUV.

I'm not being much help
to anybody, huh?

TONY:
All right, we better get moving.

We'll be fighting traffic
all the way to Fairfax.

She's staying here.

The U.S. Attorney
only granted us temporary--

Okay. She stays here.

These aren't the droids
we're looking for.

So, what now?

Look, I get it,
you don't like to talk,

but can you give me a hint
as to what we're doing?

Clearing some things up.

Hello, Jethro.

Oh.

To what do I owe the honor?

Duck, former Hospital Corpsman
Anna Dillon.

Ah, a kindred spirit.

Donald Mallard, former RAMC.

We need to see the petty officer.

Oh, of course.

Right this way.

Petty Officer Third Class
John Blaney Hicks.

Corpsman Dillon thinks
he should have lived.

DUCKY:
I see.

Young lady,
the petty officer lost more blood

in the first ten seconds
after the crash

than ever could have been
compensated for.

I hesitated.

If I was quicker, I...

DUCKY: The only thing
that could've saved this man's life

is if he never got into the accident
in the first place.

- But I...
- You didn't let him die alone.

That's all anyone could have done.

As my commanding officer
once said

after a particularly ferocious battle:

"You didn't fire the shot,

so you can't blame yourself
for those you lose.

You can't save everyone."

Abs, we need your help.
Please tell us you have something.

I have something.

Wait, did you just say that
because I asked you to?

Yes. But also because
I found something.

We'll take it.

Okay, we know from Ben Koss

that Petty Officer Hicks' vehicle
was rear-ended.

There was no paint left behind
and I can't trace a dent.

But...?

- Please say there's a "but."
- There's a "but."

Are you saying that
because I asked you to?

Just get to the point.

The point is there was paint
left behind. See?

All I see is silver.

Well, the original was Silver 266

and our intruder is Silver 272.

And when the light
hits the additional metallic fleck,

it's clear.

I mean, they're totally different.

All right, just trust me.

And remind me to never consult
any of you on interior design.

We need to match the model 266
or 272.

- Probably go to the DMV--
- It's an old color.

There's five currently registered
in Fairfax County.

- Nice work, Abby.
- TONY: Sweet.

- What?
- I know what you're thinking of doing,

and I just want you to know
that I think it's premature.

Okay, McGee,
I know that we used to...

And we don't anymore,
and it's been a long time.

But, uh, this is kind of private

and none of your business, so...

Abby, come on.

If I wanna break up with Burt,
that is my decision.

Now, shoo. I have work to do.

Oh, McGee, please!

Okay. Okay.

- Mm. You smell that?
- Motor oil?

Nothing quite like it.

Diesel fuel. Axle grease.

I love it. What?

You're weird.

LANCELLOTTI:
Can I help you?

McGEE:
Dave Lancellotti?

Who's asking?

NCIS. Got a few questions
about your silver truck.

- What about it?
- There was a hit-and-run

and your vehicle
matches the description.

That's crazy. It's been locked up
all week around back.

I only use it to haul Bridget here.

As you can see,
my girl is in no shape for racing.

We still need to see the truck.

No problem.

Know anything about racing?

I grew up at the track.
Three older brothers.

- Where you been all my life?
- She's been fighting crime

and ridding the world of terror.
Not to mention she's married.

Where's the truck, Dave?

What the hell?

I swear it was here.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Lancellotti?

At the Manchester Pub.

Somebody stole my truck.

- Yeah, maybe. Or not.
- Look, call the pub.

Woody Ross is the bartender.
He'll vouch for me.

Well, for your sake,
I hope he does.

You should eat.

Don't worry about it.

I haven't had a chance
to catch my breath

since this all started.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dillon.

Not enough people
have been saying that lately.

Thank you.

Where you from?

Originally? Uh, Virginia Beach.

- Parents?
- My dad was a manufacturer's rep.

Kind of like a salesman.

Mom was a nurse.

Raised their daughter right.

They'd be proud.

Yeah. Yeah, they were.

Sir, I just want a chance,

you know, to do what I'm good at.

When I saw that crash,

those kids,

it all just kicked in,

and I knew,
I knew what I needed to do.

What you had to do, doc.

CARRIE: Hello.
GIBBS: Anna, this is Carrie Clark.

A lawyer.

Knows about the Navy.

Knows about you.

Agent Gibbs told me all about you
and about what happened,

and I'm here to help, if you'll let me.

Hey. You're here early.

I wanted to catch a worm.
Where you been all morning?

Well, you know me,
McEarly Bird Special.

I like to work late,
burn the midnight oil.

We ran down
Dave Lancellotti's alibi.

Please tell me it fell through.

Woody the bartender vouched for him,
right after he hit on Bishop.

Something isn't right here.

Yeah? You got an answer?

Take a look, boss.

Dave Lancellotti's a semi-pro racer.

He has a website
and a bit of a following.

Judging by the comments section,
he's a hothead on the track.

There's half a dozen fight videos here,
posted by fans.

GIBBS:
There.

McGEE:
There's Lancellotti.

MAN: Hey! Get your hands off me!
Hey, Dave! Get off of me! Get off me!

- Freeze it.
- You wrecked my car!

- TONY: That is...
- Ben Koss.

- One of the survivors from the crash.
- Lancellotti certainly had motive.

The accident?
I already told you everything I know.

Different accident.

TONY:
We're talking about the racetrack.

What was the fight about
between you and Dave Lancellotti?

Think he has something
to do with this?

Don't know.

Dave fights with everyone
after a wreck on the track,

but he's a decent guy otherwise,
loyal to a fault.

Just not the best driver that day.

- How so?
- Well, the track was wide open.

I was looking for a fast groove

when, out of nowhere,
Dave bumps my tail.

We both spun out,
hit the outside rail.

That sounds familiar.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
LOUDLY ON RADIO]

This is loud!

Really? You mean you wouldn't
find this relaxing on the drive home?

Hey, can you turn this down?

Eighteen-inch tubes, man.

- That's high-end stuff.
- What?

[MUSIC STOPS]

[CHUCKLES]

Can I help you with something,
sweetheart?

- NCIS.
- We're looking for David Lancellotti.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

I was kind of hoping
you'd be looking for me.

I'm sorry. And you are?

Bennett Jemaine, at your service.

What's this about, guys?

Lancellotti works here, right?

Part-time. Why?

Any idea where he is?

Oh. Who knows?

Dave got kind of antsy-pantsy
when you guys paid him a visit.

Oh, yeah, we know about that.
Co-workers talk.

You wanna go ahead
and define "antsy-pantsy"?

Upset a lot of people
when you guys said

Dave might have something to do
with the death of that Navy kid.

You wouldn't happen to be
the female agent that got into it

with Woody over at Manchester's Pub
last night, would you?

Uh, yeah,
he wasn't so happy with me.

There may have been
a few peanut bowls thrown.

Hey, I wouldn't take that
too personally.

Look, we know Dave's truck
is missing.

You really wanna be a good friend,
tell us what you know.

Last time I saw Dave
was a couple hours ago.

Said he had to clear his head.

That's all I know.

[McGEE SIGHS]

I got your text.
What's so important it couldn't wait

- till you were out of the bathroom?
- I didn't text you.

- Yes, you did.
- I did.

- We need to talk.
- You know, the "men" in "men's room"

is more of a rule
than a suggestion, probie.

Look, you two always get
to go off giggling

to the urinal together
and I always get left out.

So we're gonna talk,
and we're gonna do it here.

Okay.

But make it quick.

Okay.

You two know something
about Abby and Burt. Talk.

Remember, I was NSA.

I know how to find out
your darkest secrets.

Gibbs has rules,

we all know that, but Abby...

...has ideas about dating.

Tony, it's a secret.

If it's so secret,
how do you know about them?

That's a very good question.

I'll guard the door.

All right.

Well, you should probably know
that Abby and I used to date.

- Ew. Like, each other?
- Yeah.

Wait,
isn't that a violation of rule 12?

- Never date a--
- It was a long time ago.

After we had broken up,
one night, I went to her lab,

found a scribbled piece of paper,
a list.

Potential boyfriends
had to fulfill certain conditions

by a prearranged date
or else goodbye.

Such as?

Well, things start off
relatively normal:

Opening the door for her,

flowers, putting the seat down...

Then, around number eight,
it gets, uh...

What?

Does she know you have these?

Yeah, she wasn't happy
when she found out.

- These are all very specific.
- Yeah.

- These ideas apply to you?
- No, no.

Those rules weren't in place
when we were together.

At least, I don't think so.

And what's with
the two-month cut-off?

Abby's sabotaging herself.

I've seen stuff like this before.
We have to talk to her.

- No, no, no!
- No. You cannot say a word.

If you say anything,
Abby will know I told you.

Trust us, Bishop.
The Abby dating world is a vortex

you do not wanna get sucked into.
Sometimes it's complicated.

Just let Abby be Abby.

I spent all night looking
through relevant statutes.

DILLON:
And?

And you know
what you did was illegal.

You were caught holding
a tracheotomy tube in a girl's throat.

GIBBS:
And she saved two lives.

She did what Navy trained her to do.
That's gotta count for something.

If she was in the Army
or in the Air Force, yes.

She would be EMT-Basic certified.

But Navy training doesn't fall
under state licensure.

So I'm going to jail for a technicality?

Not if I can help it.

I think that our best move
is to admit what you did.

- Go after the law itself?
- Exactly.

This wasn't intended
to prosecute people like you.

We present our case,
tell them about your training,

that you saw three kids dying,
that you knew that you could help.

Throw in your testimony
about the hit-and-run.

If we can get the Navy
and the victims' families on your side,

we stand a chance.

- Okay, I'll set it up.
- HARPER: Set what up?

Boss, I'm sorry. He was waiting for you
in the squad room.

McGee, it's all right.

Go with McGee.

Anna has the right to an attorney.

Ma'am, you know the law.

Please tell me
you're not going along with this.

We're still looking for a killer.

Like Dave Lancellotti?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

I know the guy. We're all locals.

Dave may be a hothead,
but he's no killer.

He's a hothead
no one has heard from.

Look, sergeant,
we know that you want answers.

We want answers too.

Just make sure
that we're punishing the right person.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Gibbs. LoJack on Lancellotti's truck
just lit up.

- Get a location?
- Parked, not moving.

I think we got him.

I'll call you later.

- What about Anna Dillon?
- What about her?

I want your word.

When this is done,
you let me do my job.

Sergeant, we will all do our jobs.

I'm coming too.

McGEE:
Pickup's got a cap.

Explains why Anna thought
it was an SUV.

Let's move.

TONY:
Keep your eyes on him, Bishop.

Dave Lancellotti!

NCIS!

Guess I was wrong.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

DUCKY:
Oh, more trouble, Mr. Palmer?

It's Breena. She's asking me
to bring home milk and cookies.

[CELL PHONE
CONTINUES BEEPING]

And pepperoni.

And tuna fish.

I hope she doesn't mean
pepperoni-flavored tuna fish.

DUCKY:
Yes, well, strange cravings

are very common
in this stage of pregnancy.

Last week, she used chocolate milk
to make mashed potatoes.

Mm. I love that. Got me through
my first year of boarding school.

Anything on our dead guy?

Well, suffice to say,
a gunshot wound to the temple

that caused catastrophic damage
to the underlying tissue.

I would think that was the point.

But not for the reason you surmise.
Here.

We found skin and hair fragments
under the victim's fingernails.

So he touched the wound
after the gun went off?

The only thing he could've done
after the gun discharged was twitch.

The gunshot wound

was used to cover up
a fatal blow to the temple,

probably a metal pipe or a wrench.

Mr. Lancellotti's death was made
to look like a suicide.

There was a wrench in the toolbox
in the back of the pickup.

Well, then, I suggest you go
and have Abby test it.

I always knew
when JB joined the Navy,

there was a chance
he wouldn't come back,

but to have it happen this way...

When his mother passed away,
that boy was all I had.

Now he's gone.

We can't begin to imagine
what you're going through, Mr. Hicks.

You're the one?

The one who stopped and helped?

They said you used to be a medic?

A hospital corpsman. Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Mr. Hicks--
- Call me John.

John.

When I first got there,
JB could hardly speak.

But even still, all he cared about
was his friends.

He told me to help them.

Help them first.

He was courageous
all the way to the end.

And you should be proud.

I was proud of JB his whole life.

Is it true...

...that you've been arrested?

Anna is facing potential jail time,
yes.

Well, that can't be right.

She saved those kids' lives.

GIBBS:
It might not be right,

but it's the law.

Anna needs your help, Mr. Hicks.

Say the word.

Whatever she needs.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I heard you found the DNA
on that wrench.

Yep, two samples and some blood.

Somebody tried to wash it off,
but, well, you know.

Well, when you're good,
you're good, Abs.

That's right.

I already got the results back
on the business end of this baby.

Definitely the murder weapon.

I'm just waiting on results
from the other sample.

It should be any second now.

Well, you know,
a watched DNA never dings.

We should talk.

- What do you wanna talk about?
- Not Burt.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

- Oh, saved by the bell.
- Okay.

DNA match
from the Navy database.

- From the Navy?
- Yep, and the winner is...

TONY:
Our car stereo guy,

a.k.a. Petty Officer
Bennett Jemaine.

Barely made it through basic

before being shipped out
to Afghanistan.

He was dishonorably discharged
not long after making petty officer.

Fellow sailor found drugs in his bunk,
turned him in.

Petty Officer Hicks.

Boss, are you sure standing here
is such a good idea?

TONY:
I like it.

Very Clint Eastwood circa '77.
How do you know he'll come this way?

Small town.
One road in, one road out.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
LOUDLY ON RADIO]

- What if he doesn't stop?
- He'll stop.

- You sure?
- Mm-hm. Eventually.

NCIS.

Let me see your hands.

Auto club.
Need a lift there, Bennett?

You're under arrest, sweetheart.

Thanks.

That was the hospital.

Mary LaFleur's condition
is improving.

It's gonna be a long road,
but doctors think she'll walk again.

- Mm. That's good news.
- So, what happens with Anna now?

Still practiced without a license.

Last time I checked,
that is still illegal.

If there's a way to fix it,
Gibbs and Carrie will find it.

Let's hope so.
Probie, drinks on you?

Uh, yep.

Hey.

You look nice.

Thanks. I have a date with Burt.

I'm assuming
you're gonna break up with him,

because of the two-month thing?

McGee, please don't make me talk
about this.

Abby, look, you can't get rid of Burt
for not doing something

he doesn't even know about.

He's been good for you.

He has.

But I mean,
maybe when I meet the right guy,

then the two-month thing
won't matter anymore.

All I'm saying is give Burt an extension.
You never know.

When you and I were...

Did all this stuff apply?

I guess we'll never know.

BURT:
Hey, guys.

- ABBY: Hey.
- Is everything okay?

Everything is great.

Good night, Agent McGee.

Good night.

She said she'd get in touch by 8.
It's 7:55.

She's not late yet.

This is killing me.

Carrie's a pro.

She'll get you a good deal.

I know, I know, and I appreciate
what you both are doing for me,

but my life is on the line.

Come here.

Hold this.

With the grain, back and forth.

Smooth, always with the grain.

You think this will help?

Helps me. Keep sanding.

[KNOCK ON DOOR
THEN DOOR OPENS]

I've been at the Fairfax County
prosecutor's office all evening.

I didn't wanna tell you
until I was sure it was official.

We have a deal?

We do.

And?

Commonwealth attorney
reduced the charges.

All you owe is community service.

What?

- How?
- Victims' parents, all of them.

They went to Sergeant Harper.
JB's dad said that you were a hero,

that you deserved a commendation,
not jail time.

Oh, my God.

This is amazing.

Go to school, Dillon.

Get certified.

Keep helping people.

What can I do to thank you?

We should be thanking you, doc.

[CHUCKLES]

[EXHALES THEN CHUCKLES]