NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 11 - Spinning Wheel - full transcript

Mr. Palmer, you are slipping.

("Scotland the brave"
ringtone plays)
Hm...

Good morning.

(Man speaking indistinctly
over phone)

Uh, how may I help you?

Yes, this is Dr. Mallard.

(Man speaking indistinctly
over phone)

...about your brother...
(Continues indistinctly)

Wh-when can we meet?

Man: Now?

Yes, yes, now-now is fine.

Well... there's a place

makes a decent cup of tea
in Arlington,

first street
off the military base.

Man: Fine.

I-i can be there
in 20 minutes.

Man:
All right. See you there.

(Elevator bell chimes)

Hello, Dr. Mallard.
Tha...

(Elevator bell chimes)
Oh, don't tell me--
it's dust day.

I'll tell you what, I...

¶ ¶

you're lurking.

I'm gathering data.

Ah, bishop.
Yeah, she just got back
from Oklahoma.

Visiting the fam.
Trying to figure out

whether Jake's still
in the picture or not.
Right.

Still wearing
her wedding ring.

Seems in good spirits.
(Exhales)

She dumped Jake.
They're still married.

What?
What?

This opposite day
or something?

No, every day is opposite day
when it comes to a woman.

Especially a
woman scorned.

McGee: And Jake did some
serious scorning.
He's a dead man.

Bishop's the last
person you'd expect

to slit someone's throat
in their sleep.

Which would make her
the first.

Tony: Now you're catching on.

You know I can hear
every word you're saying.

That's impossible.
I'm whispering.

It's the skylight.

The angle causes

an acoustic
reflection

from the stairs to my desk.

Really?

Mm-hmm,

just like Nancy
at the far east desk

can hear everything I say.

Nancy, can you hear me?

Hey, Nancy.

Wow. I've been here
15 years, I...

That's how he does it.

McGee: How who does what?

Gibbs.
That's how he knows

everything
we're saying.

There must be
a sweet spot in this room.

A little acoustic...
(Pops)

...where he can hear
every single thing we say.

I bet you he
comes in here early

and he waits,
bides his time,

like a howler monkey
in heat

waiting for exactly

the right moment to...

Step in and finish
your sentence?

Exactly.

Thank you, boss.

Howler monkey?

Well, yeah. You know,
primates are fascinating.

I've been watching
a lot of discovery channel.

Did you know that...
That there's a dead marine
in an alley?

Yeah, I did.
And now you do, too.

If you're done lurking...

Gear up; Let's go.

(Siren whoops in distance)

Marine private John angel.

Stationed down the street at
joint base myer-Henderson hall.

Anything missing?
Uh, looks like he's got all his
credit cards and cash.

So we're not
looking at a mugging.

Could've been a fight
that got out of hand--

his collar and
shirt are ripped.

Well, I'm seeing some,
uh, several abrasions

on the knuckles here,
as well as some

blunt force trauma up here.

Looks like somebody took a
couple uppercuts to the jaw.

We'll be able
to find out how many

once we get him back
for some x-rays.

Where's ducky?

That's a... well, that's a,
that's a interesting question.

What's the answer?

Um...

What was the question?

You're perfectly aware
that Gibbs is capable

of eating you, right?

It's a recurring nightmare, yes.

Look, the truth is

I don't know where
Dr. Mallard is. I'm sorry.

I saw him in autopsy
this morning.

Jimmy: Yeah, so did I,
but then he left.

He told me he was going out
to get some dry cleaning,

but I got the funny feeling
he wasn't being honest.

Did you try his cell?
11 times.

He never picked up.
I mean, finally,

I just had to take the Van
and go.

Call his cell again.

Traffic was killer today.

("Scotland the brave"
playing in distance)
Cell battery could've died.

Shh.

Maybe he just wants
to be left alone.

("Scotland the brave" continues)
Shh, shh, shh.

("Scotland the brave"
continuing)

(Muffled grunting)

I received a call from a man
claiming to be a lawyer.

He said he had information
about a member of my family.

I suggested that we meet
at the coffee shop

round the front there.

What kind of information?

Well, actually,
he didn't have any.

And when it became
quickly apparent

that he was fishing
for information from me, I left.

And he followed you.

Yes, he tried to force me
into that Van.

I struggled and I was
knocked unconscious.

When I awoke, I was exactly
as you found me...

...trussed up
like a chicken.

This the guy?

No.
Though I remember

seeing that face
in the coffee shop.

I've no idea how
he ended up out here.

Checking for witnesses.

Who's the relative?

Ducky.

Who was the guy asking about?

He was asking about...

Nicholas Mallard.

My brother.

Duck?

When my parents divorced,

my father remarried.

She was a ghastly,
terrible woman.

But they had a son,

20 years my junior.
His name

was Nicholas.

¶ It's christmastime again... ¶

Donnie!
(Chuckles)

I thought you weren't
coming back until next week.

Change of plans,
little brother.

Looks like I'll just have to
spend the holidays with you.

Happy Christmas, Nicholas.

Whoa!

Wait, I got a present
for you, too.

Oh, good.
Lorraine.

You can watch Nicholas.

Hello to you, too.

Wait, where are you going?

Out.
Out?

He's eight years old-- you're
just gonna leave him on his own?

He'll be fine.
He always is.

It's Christmas Eve, Lorraine.

It's bad enough
father has to work.

Well, I have plans, too.

Now out my way.

¶ ...on the tree, 'cause
everybody's gotta see... ¶

(door closes)

Oh!

¶ Oh, it's christmastime
again... ¶

now, listen, your mother...

I know.

Thought she'd never leave.

You cheeky little monkey.

What'd you get me?

Well, open it.

(Chuckles):
Yes.

Now, that

is a replica of
a 4468 Mallard train.

Holder of the world
speed record

for steam locomotives
and named

after our great-grandfather,

Bernard Mallard.

Nice try.
You already said

they named the duck after him.

He got around?

Who's the cheeky monkey now?

(Growls)

Beep-beep!
(Phone rings)

¶ ...the lights
are on the tree ¶

¶ 'cause everybody's
gotta see... ¶

Mallard residence.
This is Dr. Mallard.

(Man speaking indistinctly
over phone)

Well, isn't there
anyone else available?

I'm sorry,
i can't just...

(Man speaking
indistinctly over phone)

Yes, sir.

I understand, sir.

I'll be right there, sir.

Who was it?

The military hospital.

I've been ordered
there immediately,

goodness knows why.

I understand.

I'll be fine.

Well, I suppose that depends
on how you feel

about the sight of blood.

Grab your coat.
Yes!

Come on!

(Chuckles)
He was such a wonderful boy.

So full of life,

despite abysmal
parenting. Oh,

my father did his best.

But his mother,
on the other hand...

(Short chuckle)
Well, not winning awards

for mother of the year.

Duck, is there a reason you
never told me you had a brother?

Well, we lost contact

under unfortunate circumstances.

And he passed away.

It-it was years...

Years before
you and I met.

To be honest, Jethro,
it's a subject

on which I prefer
not to dwell.

Any idea why someone
was asking about him now?

None whatsoever.

Well, perhaps
Nicholas

was involved in some nefarious
activity before his death.

If he was, I can't even
imagine what it might've been.

Nor would I want to.

This is marine private
John angel.

Worked for the headquarters
and service battalion

at Henderson hall.

Eyewitnesses
at the coffee house

say that
he ran into the alley

when they heard
ducky calling for help.

Angel probably saved his life.

You trace the call to ducky yet?

Dead end.
Came from a prepaid burn phone.

What about the Van?

Uh, we actually
got lucky there.

Van is registered with...

Pimpyourwheels.

Pimpyourwheels?
Yup. It's, um,

well, it's
like an uber

meets, uh, spinlister.

I would have
said lyft

meets zagster, but...

Are you guys talking English?

Sorry, boss.
It's, uh,

it's a ridesharing application
that allows private car owners

to rent out their cars
to total strangers.

You can do it
from your phone.

It's a
brave new world.

The Van is owned
by this guy, Sam Butler.

Ducky says it's not the guy who
attacked him, which makes sense.

McGee:
Calendar on his web site
shows that the Van

was rented out
the entire week.

Did it say to who?

No.
Go talk to him.

Might want to take one of these.

Worked up a sketch
with ducky's input.

Ducky:
It's an excellent likeness.

Put out a bolo.
On it.

Jake called.

You?

What'd he want?

Wanted to make sure
you were here.

Said he was coming over.

Thought you'd want to know.

Ducky: I gather you two
haven't really spoken

since you came back.

Though I imagine

that you have
quite a lot to say.

My big brother used to tell me

when life throws you
a curveball,

you can either duck,

get hit,

or swing.

I've decided to swing.

Your brother's a smart man.

He is.

I'm sure yours
thought the same about you.

Excuse me. I'm looking for
field marshal rand.

Lieutenant Mallard.

I was ordered
to report to the E.R.

Sorry they bothered you.
He wouldn't let

anyone else touch him.
Why me?

I'm not his doctor.
I don't even know him.

Well, he was keen as
mustard about you.

Delirious
when he came in,

but kept shouting for us
to "find that Mallard

I keep hearing about
from my field commanders!"

Till he finally
passed out.

You're famous.
Apparently.

What's wrong with him?
Nobody knows.

Personally, I think it's
too much of the Christmas port.

Or maybe just a bit
too much Christmas.

I'm not a fan myself.

Maybe you should
switch religions.

Prep him for surgery
immediately.

What?
He's suffering from an acute

mesenteric ischemia.

Well, give it some stick.
We might still save his life.

All right, come on.

(Christmas instrumental
music playing over P.A.)

Well, that threw a spanner
in the works.

You gonna be all right
here for a bit?

Got some chocolate
and your stamp book.

Can we do rounds
when you're done?

Pope wear a funny hat?

Then I'll be fine.

Now give it some stick,

you might still
save his life.

(Growls)

Beep, beep!
Nurse: They're prepping the O.R.

Good. I want to start
with an angiogram,

then get him ready
for ng tube decompression.

I'll need a heparin drip...
Donald.

Dad, great.

You got my note.
Um, Nicholas is right here.

You all right?
Lorraine--

she come by my work.

She served me
with divorce papers.

She said she's
leaving the country.

Oh, is that all?

Good riddance to the scrubber.
She hates us both.

And she's taking Nicholas
with her.

She's taking our boy.

(Dogs barking in distance)

Can't believe ducky
has a brother.

I would've loved to have had
ducky as a big brother.

From what I can tell, he was
more of a father to the kid.

Seemed to me like he practically
raised Nicholas himself.

Would've loved to have
had ducky as a father.

(Wry chuckle)
Me, too.

Man:
May I help you?

Well, if you're
the unabomber, no,

but if you're Sam
Butler...You betcha.

Yeah, I'm Sam.
What's up?

Well, we are

special agents McGee
and DiNozzo, NCIS.

A Van registered to you was
recently used in a crime.

Oh, wow.

That's pretty cool.

I mean, not really, but...

Kind of.

(Sniffs)

Oh, it wasn't me, by the way.

The Van was rented out.

Tony:
Yeah, we heard.

We would like
to know to who.

Uh, this week was a guy
named Rufus Simms.

I got a copy
of his driver's license.

This him?
No.

But I did see a guy with Rufus
that looked just like that

last night.
I tried to rent him my bicycle,

actually, but he wasn't
interested.

You rent your
bicycle, too?

Yeah. Bicycle, car,
even the house.

That's what the tent's for.

(Chuckles)
The ladies must love that.

Woman:
Hi.

(Dogs barking,
howling in distance)

Two weeks a month
covers my mortgage.

Who needs to work?
(Chuckles)

Uh, us, actually.

Uh, we need to
talk to Rufus Simms.

You know where
we might find him?

Did you try the house?

Rufus rented
your house, too?

Yeah, he got the whole
package deal.

You're more than welcome to
give a knock, if you want to.

(Woman screaming)

What's wrong?
That...

Is very wrong.

Sam: Yeah, that's...
That's him. That's...

That's Rufus.

Did you rent him
the rope, too?

Ducky:
The romans and greeks
were sanguine about suicide.

But it's a good job
he's not an orphic.

They believed the human
body belonged to the gods.

(Elevator bell chimes)

Thus, killing oneself was
an offense against them.

(Elevator bell chimes)

You confirming
it was a suicide?

No, I can confirm

that it was not.

No, we found chlorinated water
in his lungs.

Abby matched it to the
swimming pool in the backyard.

Ducky:
He drowned, roughly

12 hours ago.

And then someone staged his body
to look like a suicide.

I presume that the man who tried
to kidnap me is a suspect?

Yeah.

Which means

that I could easily have
suffered the same fate.

You are lucky
to be alive, doctor.

This guy look familiar, duck?

You ever seen him before?

No, and I read your report.

No record, no family,
visiting from Philadelphia.

Well, I haven't
been there in years,

much less to the post office
where he worked.

Rufus was a mailman?

Actually, he was a
department manager.

I'm sorry
i can't be more helpful,

but I haven't
a clue as to why

my attacker killed this man,

nor why he was asking
about Nicholas.

I might have an idea.

McGee found something
hidden in the lining

of Rufus's suitcase.

It's an old letter to ducky

from his brother.

This could be
Nicholas's handwriting.

But I've never seen
this letter before.

Oh, it's addressed
to my old flat in London!

I haven't been
there in 40 years.

What's it say?
It says, uh...

"I miss you
very much."

He wants to know where I am and
when he's gonna see me again.

(Laughs)

Apparently,
i owed him a hot chocolate.

Mother said
we're moving away.

That I'd never
see you again.

Oh, that's not
gonna happen.

First, you owe
me ten quid.

Second, you're
my brother.

Nothing's gonna
keep us apart.

But what if she takes me,
and you can't find us?

Not likely.

I would look
under every rock,

turn every town and
city upside down.

Ransack every third world flea
pit until I found you again.

That's a little dramatic.

We're only half-brothers,

remember?

Speaking of third world
flea pits,

I forgot to give you
these for your book.

The Congo!
Might be my last
for a while.

I've had my fill
of traveling,

which is another reason
you better not go missing.

Now, that hot
chocolate looks cold.

Think I owe you
another one.

(Crowd chatter, horn beeping,
bell tolling)

Thanks, mate.
Keep the change.

Cheers, guv'nor.

(Horns honking)

In you go, Nick.

(Lively rock music playing)

Pinball!

Remember that ten quid
i owe you?

How about we make it 11?

Go on then.
Yes!

Dr. Donald Mallard.

Barrister Angus Clarke.

Well, seeing
as you're well aware

that I take my mushy peas
on Thursdays after court,

I take it
this is not a coincidence.

I know we didn't leave things
on the best of terms.

You knocked out
my two front teeth.

I need your help, Angus.

(Pinball bells dinging)

She filed
for full custody already.

Which I see
she's offered to waive.

If my father pays
her 10,000 pounds.

Apparently, motherhood's
not the strongest bond.

It's moot.

Father's a doorman. He doesn't
have that sort of money.

Angus, if she gets custody,

can she really leave the
country with Nicholas?

If your father requests it,
there'd be a relocation hearing,

which he'd lose.

Look, Donnie,

I'll help you fight this,
of course I will,

but that's the least
of your problems.

I like Joseph, but you've always
been much more of a father

to that boy than he ever has.

Even if we win this,
he'll never be able

to raise Nicholas himself.

I know, which is
why I'm gonna do it.

And be a doctor
in the royal army medical corps?

I'm resigning my commission.

Resign? Are you
off your trolley?

You've wanted this
your entire life.

Nicholas is my life.

This, quite simply,
is not a decision

that requires one
second of thought.

¶ It's a winter's day now ¶

¶ it's a winter's... ¶

you sure you've never
seen this letter before?

Absolutely, and i
can't even speculate

how our victim got it.

Your attacker was asking you
about your brother?

It must have something
to do with this letter.

Abby wants to analyze it,

see if she can figure out
the connection.

(Elevator bell chimes)

I hope I'm not
interrupting.

Hi, Ellie.

You got a sec?

Should I be preparing
for another crime scene?

(Elevator bell chimes)

Hey, I'm sorry
to ambush you

at work like this,
but we need to talk.

Bishop:
It's okay.

You're right. We do.

I have had a lot of time
to think, and...

Actually, can-can I go first?

There's something i
really need to say.

Yeah, I got that sense

from the 6,000 messages
you left on my voicemail.

Yeah, I know. I already
apologized about 1,000 times

about the affair, but I would
gladly do it a thousand more

if I thought it would
make any difference.

Okay.

Go.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sor...
You're right. No.

It's not helping.

I'm sorry.

My point is that, um...

...the affair with Taylor
isn't the problem...

Trust me, Jake...

It's a problem.

Yeah, no, okay,
fair enough, but...

What I mean is that...

...it is also a symptom
of something deeper.

When we were at
the NSA together,

we were together.

Happily in the bubble.

Two peas in a pod.
Right.

And then when you left,

suddenly there was...
There was a wall.

And we could... we could
barely talk to each other.

Well, yeah, not without
violating national security.

And that is the problem.

I put national
security first.

I put the NSA before my wife.

I will do
whatever it takes

to repair our marriage.

What if I'm not?

What? Ellie, come on.
You're right.

Your affair isn't the problem.

We...

We weren't working.

No. Eleanor...
Why did you
tell me about the affair?

What?

I would never have found out.

I think you wanted me to know.

It's over, Jake.

It's been over for a long time.

We are just saying it
out loud now.

Mmm.
Ow!

Mm.
Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Mm.
Ow!

Mm.
Ow!

Hey, Gibbs.
I'm just working out

my aggressions
here on Jake.
Tony said you had something.

I'll be back. Yes.

Rufus Simms' watch.

Tony found it in the pool
where Rufus was murdered.

It's a smart watch.
It has GPS...

That means you can tell me
where Rufus has been?

Yes, except the water destroyed
all the data on the flash drive,

so, no, but yes, because

I am... awesome.

The onboard motion sensors
inside the watch--

they had their own
memory storage,

and that remained intact.

Using that data, I was
able to build a 3-d map

of Rufus's wrist movements
throughout the day.

Like, if he was
buttering his toast,

or tying his shoe, or,

say, typing on a keyboard.

A few algorithms later,
and I was able

to extrapolate what he was
typing just before he died.

Typing what?
A Google search

for a pawn shop-- last
Google search he ever did.

And I have an address.

(Computer chirps)

You're right.
You are awesome.

(Computer chirps)
But wait!

There's more!

I've also been analyzing the
letter from ducky's brother,

trying to figure out where

it's been, and
major mass spec just dinged,

so we shall travel through
these results together.

(Computer chirping)

The paper seems
surprisingly clean

for how old
it would be.

But we'll learn more
from the ink analysis.

Ink is like
a, um... like

a dirt roach motel, and through
dirt, you can really...

(Rapid beeping)
Find out...

Wait.

That can't be.

What?

Well, the solvent
evaporation levels

are way too low.

Way too low for what?

Well, ink solvent evaporates
at a known rate.

And then, by measuring
those levels, you can

tell how long ago

a letter was written.

Well, how long ago?

According to these numbers,

this letter was written
three weeks ago.

I mean, Gibbs, if ducky's
brother did write that letter,

then that means that...

Ducky's brother is still alive.

Yeah.

This is not possible.

The stationery looks
half a century old.

We reran the tests
three times.

The paper may be old,
but what's written on it isn't.

Then it has to be a forgery.

My brother died decades ago.

Abby pulled
touch DNA from it.

She got a familial
match to you.

Duck, this letter was written by
your brother three weeks ago.

Hey, you all right?
No!

I spent the last half
of my life

believing
that my brother was dead.

And all that-that time, he's
been out there somewhere.

This is wrong.
It's all wrong.

Nicholas has to know

that I don't live
at that address anymore.

May be the only address he had.

And the handwriting--
it's that of a child.

Nicholas has got to be
in his 50's by now.

We think it might be
some kind of code,

that he may be in trouble.

Well, we know he's in trouble!

The man who attacked me,

who was asking about Nicholas--

we can assume he's still
looking for Nicholas,

which means
Nicholas is in danger.

We'll get to him first.

Well, do you have any leads?

McGee: Abby thinks that
the victim visited

a pawn shop the
day he was killed,

so we think we might be
able to find something there.

Then what the blazes
are you doing here?

Duck...

We'll find him.

What about the lifetime
we lost together?

(Door bell jingles)

This is...

Man:
What do they have?

One of the first
books ever printed?

A samurai sword?

I'm Dwayne Parker,
and this is... Pawnalicious!

How can I help you boys?

Well, you can start
by turning that thing off.

Uh, sorry, we're, uh...
We're filming a show.

We have almost 500 hits
on YouTube.

Gonna go viral.

Okeydokey then.

Uh...

This guy ever come in here?

Man:
Yeah, uh, Rufus something.

Came in yesterday.

What'd he want?

Wanted to pawn a rare stamp.

From the Camelot collection,

printed by the
British royal mail

in 1973 and sold as a pair.

The king Arthur and the Merlin.

He had the king Arthur.

And did you take it
off his hands?

Got it for two grand.

The guy wanted ten,
but the stamp was damaged.

Some idiot tried
to mail a letter with it.

I told him too bad
he didn't have the Merlin.

Undamaged, this stamp
is worth, now,

north of a half-million dollars.

That's when he and his buddy
started fighting.

His buddy?

Yeah, the guy got really pissed

when he found out
how much the Merlin was worth.

I think that, uh, Rufus guy
lied to him about it.

It's gonna make
a great episode.

Hmm. Is this the buddy?

Yeah.

The detectives appear
to be interested

in the buddy for some reason.

Tony:
We got a still of Rufus's buddy

from the pawnalicious
raw footage. Ducky confirmed

it's the guy
who attacked him.

We were able to
use the footage

to come up with a
facial-recognition match.

Tony:
Meet Viggo trellis,

a p.I. From Philly.

P.I. From Philly.

Bishop: Viggo trellis,

private investigator.

And guess who recently
hired him.

Second victim, Rufus Simms.

Rufus Simms.

Sorry.

Rufus Simms hired Viggo.

Do you need to go home?

Yeah.

(Sighs)

Actually, no,
i don't need to go home.

Where were we?

Rufus Simms.

Right, and we have a theory
on why Viggo killed him.

We know ducky's brother
used the king Arthur, uh,

collector's stamp
to mail his letter.

But...
But without a valid
stamp, it ended up at

the dead-letter office,
which Rufus Simms managed.

Rufus...
Rufus realized
this Nicholas guy

had no idea how much
the stamp was worth and

probably had the sister stamp,
too-- the Merlin.

So Rufus hired a p.I.
To find this Nicholas,

but when the p.I. Found out
how much the Merlin was worth,

he killed Rufus and went looking
for ducky's brother himself.

That is when he
contacted ducky.
I got it.

You dumped Jake.

Like a hot potato.

Dumped him.

I just spoke with Abby.

Is it true?

The letter from Nicholas
was postmarked Philadelphia?

Yeah, the downtown
branch.

Has he really been that
close all this time?

If he is, we'll find him.

Yes, but so
can the killer.

You're just finding out
about that postmark.

He's known for weeks.

DiNozzo, McGee.

MTAC, freeway cameras. On it.

Bishop.
Viggo's cell number and bolo.
On it.

Gibbs:
Duck, I need to know
everything you know

about those stamps.

Hello, sir. Thought I'd just pop
by to see how you're feeling.

Angus:
See? It's like I said,

embarrassingly
predictable.
What are you doing here?

Well, I thought the field
marshal might need a barrister

after you treated him.

I need a drink, not a barrister.

Then you'll also need
an undertaker, sir.

Liver disease is what landed you
here in the first place.

They say that I owe you my life.

Until I'm done using it,
however,

right here will have to do.

Where did you find this?

The nurses found it
outside my door.

Said your boy forgot it.

They told me
that I ruined his Christmas Eve,

that he refused
to leave your side

until you were done with me.

Hmm.

The only thing
i respect more than loyalty

is a boy who appreciates
the fine art of philately.

I had my aide fill it
with some favorites

from my personal collection.

Merry Christmas.

Now sod off.
I have work to do.

Thank you, sir.

(Instrumental Christmas music
playing over P.A.)

Lovely man.

Okay, so what are you
doing here, really?

Looking for you.
I've just come from
the magistrate's.

Fantastic news
about the custody case.
Really?

There is absolutely no way
either you or your father

will ever get custody
of young Nicholas.

Which is why

I'm going to personally
give you the £10,000

required to buy
that manky wench off.

Angus...

Angus, I can't possibly accept.

And I quite simply
and unequivocally

do not allow you to refuse.

You...

There are no words.
(Chuckles)

Well, give it a try. I mean,

I do so enjoy watching
you flounder.

Dr. Mallard, there's an
emergency call for you.

Line four.
Excuse me.

Floundering will have to wait.
Emergency and all.

It's a wonder your head
can fit through a door.

(Chuckles)
Yes, this is Dr. mal...

(Woman talking rapidly
and indistinctly over phone)

Wait, miss Ellison, slow down.
What's wrong?

Woman: (Speaks indistinctly)
...Taking Nicholas...

What?!

Try and delay them.
I'll be right there.

What is it?
One of my father's neighbors.

She said there are movers
at the apartment.

My stepmother is trying to
sneak away with Nicholas!

I'll call
the magistrate!

I got Viggo's cell phone number.
Track it.

Bishop:
It's an old model.

Doesn't have GPS.

Yes, but it has a microphone.

Can you turn it on?

Well, any first-year analyst
can do that.

But we'll need a warrant.

Well, they can sue me.

All right, got it. On speaker.

(Engine revving)

Sounds like he's in a car.

Trellis: Next light,
coming up. Turn there.

That's definitely the man
that assaulted me.

Man (British accent):
Where are you taking me?
He has someone with him.

Trellis: Just keep your hands
on the wheel and keep driving,

Nicholas,
and everything will be okay.

Nicholas!

All right, every agency
between here and the rio grande

has Viggo's photo.

We got a team canvassing
the freeways.

Do we have a location yet?

Uh, Abby and bishop
are triangulating

off the cell towers-- so far,
they've got it narrowed down

to a six-mile radius.
No, that's not good enough.

Tell 'em to keep trying.
Ducky:
It sounds as if

they just went over
train tracks.

Checking train
crossings in the area.

Do we know what
he's driving yet?

McGee: Dmv doesn't have
anything registered,

so it's either rented
or stolen.

Wait.

(Door opens)

He's stopped.

Trellis:
Get out.
Nicholas: Not until

you tell me what's going on.

(Gun cocks)
Okay.

Put the gun down.

We should call
the cell.
No.

Try to negotiate.
No, there's too many
ways this can go wrong.

What choice do we have?

Tony:
Shh! Everyone quiet.

(Chimes tinkling)
McGee, you hear that?

McGee:
Yeah, chimes.

The rental house. Viggo went
back to the scene of the crime.

Let's move.

No, ducky, absolutely not.

You're staying here.

Jethro...

(Rental house door closing
over speakers, chimes tinkle)

Ah, come on.

(Tires screech)

Boss, the seal's been broken
on that door.

McGee:
Viggo must've figured he'd have

some more privacy here.
McGee, take the back.

DiNozzo, you're with me.
And you stay out here.

This time,
no argument.
Go get my brother.

(Wind whistling)

Oh, thank god.
Donnie!

Mother says we're leaving.
Right now.
You're not.

Don't worry.
I don't want
to go.

I don't want to leave you.
You're not
going anywhere.

I got this.
And look what else I've got.

You left it
at the hospital.

Lorraine: Which is where
you're supposed to be.

Let me guess:
Miss Ellison.

(Scoffs)

Woman never could
mind her own business.

Come on. Let's go.

I've got your money, Lorraine.

You can stop playing games now.

This isn't a game.

And I don't want your money.

My son isn't
for sale.

He was yesterday.

Well, I've changed my mind.

I'm taking my boy

and getting away from
the mallards for good.

Nicholas:
Donnie!
Lorraine, please. Please.

Let's just sit and discuss this,
Lorraine, please!

Lorraine!

Lorraine...
There's nothing to discuss.

I'm not going!
Can't you see, Lorraine,

he doesn't want to go.
I don't care what he wants.

I'm his mother,
and we're going.

Over my dead body.

(Chuckles)

I told the magistrate
you'd say that.

Which is why he appointed them

to help with the move.

Get in the taxi, Nicholas.

No! I said I'm not going!
Get in!

Let him go!
Sir, need you
to stand back.

Stand back.
Like bloody hell I will!

Donnie! No! Don't hurt him!
Let go of me!

Lorraine, please!

Nicholas!

(Gunshots)

Ducky: Nicholas!

(Gunfire stops)

(Dog barking in distance)

Nicholas!

It's all clear, duck.

Thank heavens
you're here.

That guy was
barking mad.

Is your name Nicholas Mallard?
Yes.

What on earth
is going on?

Let me go, damn you!
(Grunting)

(Car engine starting)

Donnie!
Nicholas!

(Panting)

(Grunting)

No!

Donnie!
No!

No!

I'm afraid, while Viggo got
the right Donald Mallard,

he got the wrong Nicholas.

This isn't my brother.

Tony: All right,
why don't you come this way.

Okay.

I'll call mi...
Mr. Palmer and...

Tell him to bring the Van.

Take your time, duck.

(Clock chiming
westminster quarters)

She took the paintings
as well?

(Door shuts)

Even the ones
that weren't hers.
Angus: Well,

Margaret always said she
was tears before bedtime.

You haven't told her
about any of this?

Or even that we've spoken?

No. You asked me not
to and I haven't.

Thanks. I can't...

I'm just not ready
to see you two...
Yes.

I gathered that when you
didn't come to the wedding.

I understand, but...

She misses you.

For the life of me,
i can't figure out why.

But she does.
(Chuckles)

Have you heard
from your investigator friend?

No. Not much.

(Grunts)
He thinks Lorraine

might have bought a
train ticket to Albania.

Thinks maybe she took
Nicholas to be with family.

Then I guess
I'm going to Albania.

Aren't you in the,
you know, army?

Yes. As it turns out,

there's a field marshal
who owes me a favor.

Mm.
He already said he'd be happy
to transfer me

wherever I need to go.

You will find him.

Mm.

I know you will.

I will scour the entire planet.

Look under every rock,

turn every town and city
upside down.

Ransack
every third world flea pit...

Until I find my brother again.

Jimmy: Wow. So all those
places you've been,

all those years of travel,

you were looking
for your brother.

Eventually, I found a relative

who informed me
that Nicholas and his mother

were both killed
in a car crash in Prague.

The very next day, I volunteered

for an assignment
to an Afghan refugee camp.

A broken man has no place
in polite society.

Dr. Mallard,
that relative lied to you,

probably just to throw
you off the track.

Nicholas is alive.

He wrote you that letter.

Did he?

No. Abby could have been
mistaken.

It has happened.

You know, Jimmy,

when I heard that Nicholas
was dead, it almost killed me.

I couldn't even bear
the thought of his name.

And... it never improved.

(Sighs)

I...

To my great sadness, don't know

if I have the strength

to start that journey again.

Maybe we can help.

Take a peek.

Happy Christmas.

This is a copy of a 1973

plane ticket to Albania

for a Nicholas and
Lorraine Mallard.

This is an application
for a name change.

Italy, 1974.

Guess Ms. Mallard got tired
of her last name.

Application for united
states residency,

1987.

You found him.

Yeah.

He's in a nursing home
just outside Philly.

They say he's got early-onset
Alzheimer's but he's healthy.

I'll take it.

(Chuckles)

Bishop:
Come on. Let's go.

I could use a happy ending.

Nicholas is one of
our favorite patients.

So kind, so sweet.

Usually he's no trouble at all,

though we did have a scare
a couple of weeks ago.

What happened?
Is he all right?

Oh, yes.

He got out and managed to
take a bus into the city.

Luckily, we found him.

At a post office,
of all places.

We have no idea what
he was doing there.

I do want to
warn you, though.

Nicholas is happy, but he has no
recollection of his former life

and hasn't for years.

I think
you may have dropped this.

I thought you might
be looking for it.

Hello, Nicholas.

Beep-beep!

(Quiet laugh)

You got my letter.

You found me, Donnie.

You found me.

I did, that.

I told you I would.

And you broke one of the wheels
on my Mallard.

I did.

(Chuckles)

You cheeky little monkey.

(Contented sigh)

(Sighs)

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