NCIS (2003–…): Season 13, Episode 2 - Personal Day - full transcript

Agent Gibbs?

Aah!

NCIS agent with two GSWs!

One to the chest,
one to the knee.

Let's put him under
and crack him.

10cc's of epi.
He's crashing.

Might have to shock him.

You spend too much time

thinking about the past.

It's about the future now.

Bad people are still out there.

Rule 45-- what's that?

Clean up your own mess.

You know, everybody watching me,

afraid I'm gonna break.
Are you?

I hurt.

Pain didn't go away.

Can't do it alone.

I've met your team.

Who says you're alone?

Do we need to talk?

It's remarkable.

I can't look away.

I mean, think about it.
25 years of dedication,

and cold turkey--
he gives up the polo shirts.

Factor in the new hair--

it's the makeover
of the century.

No, there's no way around it.
This man looks spectacular.

And can we take a minute to just
talk about the new attitude?

Right, it's like you can't quite
put your finger on it, right?

I want to say
he's even more focused.

Yes, yes-- it's like
he was laser focused before,

but now he's got the whole
Real Genius atomic laser now.

I'm not quite sure
what he's focused on, though.

Really, people?

Oh, come on, Tony.

You haven't noticed
a change in Gibbs

since he got back from Iraq?
Of course I have.

But I don't feel
the need to analyze it

like some science project
behind his back.

We always analyze Gibbs
behind his back.

Take the pictures down, Tim.
It's rude.

Okay, no reason
to get snippy about it.

Look, he got shot.

He came back.

He's different.
Who wouldn't be?

Physically, he's still
got to be in a lot of pain.

I talked to him
yesterday about it.

I told him whatever he needs.
And he listened to you?

Well, he did that thing
where he acts like he's busy,

his finger sort of wobbles
over the shift key

and he's not really
doing anything,

so I think he got the gist.

DiNozzo, what are you doing?

Oh, boss, I just...

The, uh...

They were sort of comparing
your-your hairstyle...

It wasn't really about the hair.
It was more...

Who are you?

Mitch, DEA, San Diego.

Need your help bringing in
a wayward Marine.

Now, I have all the pertinent
material on here--

photos and whatnot.

I believe you're the one
to help me display those.

Am I right?

Uh, sure, yeah.

Thanks, buddy.
Appreciate it.

Is this room okay for briefing?

Yeah, but you want
something more secure,

we can get that.

The Marine in question
is Sergeant Cole Gleason.

25 years old.

Small arms repair technician

in the middle
of his three-week leave.

Says he has
some kind of evidence

on a bad guy I've been chasing.

But he keeps waffling
about turning it over.

We had a meet
set for last night.

He stood me up.

Cold feet.

Next slide
if you don't mind.

The aforementioned
bad guy-- Benson Long.

My very own drug-running
Moby Dick.

Now, Benson spent
half his life in California

distributing
dope of every flavor.

Three weeks ago,
I tracked him to DC.

Got a little too close
to him back home,

so now he's opening up
an East Coast branch.

So I guess I'll just keep going
with these pictures here, then?

Thanks, buddy.
That'd be lovely.

This is Long.

Out and about
in your neighborhood.

It's near Quantico.

He recruits military.

Military's
all over it internally.

Our troops are trained
to be the best of the best.

Cartels know it.

They lure our guys
with big paydays.

That or fear tactics.

Now, I've seen
Long employ both.

And Sergeant Gleason
is one of his new recruits.

So new, in fact, I think I have
a better shot at turning him

than anyone
I've ever approached before.

So, you want to force Gleason
to turn over his evidence?

What's the play?
Poor money management.

Gibbs found that there
was a case recently opened

on the sergeant for writing
bad checks on base.

You're gonna arrest him
and turn him against Long.

Leverage can do that sometimes.

Boss?
Where do we pick up Gleason?

He's been giving me
the cold shoulder

since yesterday's no-show,
so I say we go to him.

He's been staying with Long
in a house in DC.

Long's cousin owns the place.

Now, the house
can get a little dicey,

lots of undesirables
coming and going.

Glad to have you folks on board.

We're on it. Warrant came
through. Let's move.

DiNozzo, stay here
and keep digging.

What?!

Boss, are you benching me?!

I thought we were good!

♪ NCIS 13x02 ♪
Personal Day
Original Air Date on September 29, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Where are you going?

I let you in to talk,
that's it!

Got a warrant
for Sergeant Cole Gleason.

Yeah, I heard you
the first time.

I said I don't know
where he is.

Guys, up, over there.
Hands on the table.

McGee, Bishop,
clear back there?

Whoa, no, no, no, no.
Hey! Hey!

I never said you
could go back there!

Hey, this is my house!

Get over here.

I said this is my house!

Get over here now!

Am I standing
in my own house or not?

Gun!

Get your hands

on top of your head!

I go take a leak
and all hell breaks loose.

Roy, come on, be nice.

Agent Mitchell,
good to see you again.

Don't mind my cousin.

He tends to lose sight
of the big picture.

Roy gets worked up.

And he does like his guns.

He's clean.

Boss?

Place is clear.

No sign of Gleason.

Bag this.

Good to see you
making new friends, Mitch.

Benson Long.

Yeah.

You're looking for the Marine.

He in trouble?
Where is he?

You know, Long,
afternoon gambling--

it's not a good look.

I got things to do at night.

Yeah, I bet.

Your Marine--

he left, cleared out
his stuff last week.

So, unless there's a law
against Hold 'Em for quarters,

there's nothing for you here.

This isn't over.

As far as I can see,
it never got started.

Hey.

DEA case files sent over.

Know you're partial to paper.

I talked to Bishop.

Sergeant Gleason made a charge
last week for a tune-up.

Told the mechanic he's
planning to take a road trip.

Okay, let's call it
what it is.

Cousin Roy didn't talk.

Long's poker club
didn't talk.

There's no drugs
in the house.

And without Gleason,
we got nothing.

My office will say the same.

Maybe not.

Long keeps
his operation compact.

DEA has way bigger fish.

I mean...
I-I'm the only one on this.

They're gonna pull me
first chance they get.

You know,
my dad used to say,

"If it matters to someone,

it matters."

Smart guy.

You would've liked him.

He liked the ocean.

After he died,
I asked my mom every day

when we were gonna go there
to spread his ashes.

But she just couldn't
bring herself to do it.

She kept saying,
"Maybe tomorrow, mijo."

Nah, after a while,

I... I stopped asking her.

Started asking myself.

"Maybe tomorrow" gets old.

Your dad would be proud of
who you are, what you're doing.

It's starting to feel like
one slow, steady fail.

I've been chasing Long
for two years.

And I'm still standing here
with empty pockets.

You asked for my help.

We're gonna see this through,
whatever it takes.

I don't forget my debts, Mitch.

I owe you.

Mechanic said Gleason
was headed on a road trip.

You get my message?
Yeah, BOLO's out on the car.

No cell or credit card activity
for the last three days, but

records show him disconnecting
from the cellular network

for a period of time
during all of his leaves.

So, that's his thing.

Driving cross-country
unplugged?

Hard to believe Long
would let a member of his club

take a vacation.

You think Gleason's
on some kind of drug run?

Got the time.

Two weeks left on his leave.

Crap.

What?

Well, if we don't find Gleason,

that means Mitch is
gonna be hanging around

for another two weeks.

What's wrong with Mitch?

I don't know.

Keeps calling me "buddy."

It bugs me.

I thought he seemed
really nice.

Are you complaining
about somebody being friendly?

Try getting busywork detail
for no reason.

Start reading, DiNozzo.

Find something on Long.

Boss, aren't we
on Sergeant Gleason?

I mean, isn't Long kind of
an ongoing DEA thing

that Mitch should be
working on with his people

at their office?
Long recruits military.

It makes it our business.

Hey.

Tony?

You find something already?

No, just...

Don't panic, Gibbs.

It'll all be fine next week.

What'll be fine?

I sprained my fingers.

I got these new platform shoes

and I didn't realize
until afterwards

exactly how tall they were.

After what?
Well, I was dancing around

in my room this morning
and I put my hands up, you know,

'cause the song told me to

and I smashed my fingers

into my skeleton head
disco ball.

I didn't even know
that was a thing.

You didn't know what
was a thing?

Any of it.
Oh.

Well, it is in my house.

But don't worry,
I'm totally fine.

And this won't affect
my work at all.

Okay, what do you got?

The Glock from,
um, Cousin Roy?

Yeah, the one we took off him.

It's the one you guys
seized from the scene

because it was illegal.

Roy was booked,
but he posted bail.

Well, tell me something
I don't know.

Um, the serial number is gone,

past the point
of raising it.

It was filed down deep.

Can you un-file it?

Well, no, Gibbs,
I can't turn back time.

But I did find fingerprints.

Three sets,
all in the system.

One belonging to Cousin Roy.

The other one, Long.

And our third set
belongs to...

Oh. Sorry, Gibbs.

My bad fingers hit
the wrong button.

That's just for
future reference.

You know, in case you do
another Gibbs makeover.

Abby.

Um, okay, our third
set of prints belongs

to Fisher Hyland.

He's, um, "self-employed."

He's known for selling product
to a pretty shady community,

and he has done time
for possession.

Right up Long's alley.

Yep, and his prints are on a
weapon that was handled by Long.

Maybe they're
working together.

Exactly.

Keep those
fingers elevated.

McGee.

Yeah, boss.

Track down Fisher Hyland.

I'm on it.

♪ ♪

You sure this is the place?

Yep.

According to his roommate,

Hyland keeps a pretty
tight schedule.

So he should be
here by 1:00.

You good?

Yeah.

You're thinking about
Mitch again, aren't you?

What kind of a person
calls you "buddy"

within the first few
seconds of meeting you?

Tim, he really is a good guy.

And Gibbs seems
to really like him, too.

See the way he walks?

I mean, it's ridiculous.

It's, like, it would look good

in one of those slow-motion
action movie walking sequences,

but come on.

So you don't like Mitch
because he's cool?

Look, you know,
standing next to him,

I feel like I'm back
in high school,

getting that one pity
vote for homecoming king.

And by the way, that vote
came from my mother.

I don't know how she snuck in
an illegal ballot, but...

That's pretty.

There he is.

Fisher Hyland?

Yeah?

I didn't do anything.

I'm...
I'm reformed.

So these are the "products"
you're selling to the community?

You break it, you buy it.

We seized a Glock
off a guy named Roy Evans.

Had your prints
all over it.

Need to know what the story is.

Yeah, well, I need
a lot of things, man.

Does it look like I'm getting
any of them?

You know what I need?

A little breath of fresh air.

Getting a pretty mean
contact high off this yarn.

Whew.

Yeah, maybe he's not
fully reformed.

Maybe he's, you know,
still a little bit in the weeds.

Well, I think it's reason
enough to search his bag.

Uh, n-no, okay, yeah, uh, Roy.

Yeah, Roy won a Glock
off of me in a card game.

You play cards
at his place?

Not anymore.

The only way I go back
is if his cousin leaves.

Benson Long.
Yeah.

He started asking me
about the school rave,

uh...
I was out.

Like dance music?

This is a different
kind of rave.

A drug dealer has "product"
that he needs pushed fast,

so he-he spreads
the word--

basement prices at some
location, some time.

People show up,
they get what they need.

Everyone's gone before
the cops know what happened.

How does the
school fit in?

It's just one of the places they
happen sometimes, the raves.

Yeah, I know that smell.

Bishop.

Boss, we got a body.

It's Sergeant Gleason.

Send me the location.

I'm on the way.

Gibbs, wait up.

You can't keep
sidelining me.

I got to talk to you.

We got a body.

DiNozzo, it's Gleason.

Case files you gave me,

the very first one I opened,
I saw Mitch's full name.

Luis Mitchell.

And it rang a bell,
so I did some digging.

And I know who
he is, Gibbs.

He's the son of Kurt Mitchell,
the NIS agent who died

protecting your
wife and daughter.

The NIS agent driving
was hit with a head shot.

Your wife and daughter
died in the crash.

Who Mitch is--

not your concern.

Look, I know you feel
indebted to him.

Don't you think we should turn
this over to another team?

What for?

Because if things get sticky,

you and I both know
that you're gonna do

whatever it takes
to protect him.

You think you know
everything, DiNozzo.

You don't.

I'm just trying to
protect you here.

You know why you got sidelined?

This.

This?

This isn't about me.

Take care of your team.

Do your job.

Keep your head in the case.

Keep Mitch's family tree
to yourself.

"Something, someone,

"some spirit was
pursuing all of us

"across the desert of life

and was bound to catch us
before we reached heaven."

Sounds familiar.

Because it's Kerouac,
or because it's you?

Uh, DNA confirmed the
preliminary identification.

Sergeant Gleason?

Yes, he most certainly
wasn't "on the road."

Single gunshot wound
to the head.

Nine millimeter.

Lividity suggests
his body wasn't moved,

and I estimated
the time of death

to be about
three days ago.

That's before he was
supposed to meet Mitch.

Yeah, perhaps it wasn't
a case of cold feet

that kept the sergeant
from handing over his evidence.

Anything else?

Yes, a curiosity.

On his palms and the inside
of his forearms

was some sort of fiber.

Yes, I sent
a sample of it

up to Abby for analysis
along with the bullet.

Okay, thanks, Duck.

Jethro, I feel compelled
to ask you about Mitch.

Been talking to DiNozzo.

Uh, I didn't have to.

That's the trouble
with old friends.

Sometimes they know your history
more than you would like.

They also can see
your present state of mind.

This isn't about NIS Agent
Mitchell's son at all, is it?

It's about Anthony.

Jethro,

when I had my heart attack
on that beach, it changed me.

I had to adopt
a whole new perspective.

I began to see life differently,

and...
it really concerned me.

Perhaps this newfound view
of yours is accurate,

but you must respect
that others may need time

to see it as you do.

Even Anthony.

Yeah, then there's
the work, Duck.

It's got to get done.

You got to respect that, too.

Well, we found
Sergeant Gleason's car.

One mile north
of the school,

hidden in some heavy brush
off to the side of the road.

It's on the way
to Abby.

So, working theory is

that Sergeant Gleason was gonna
provide evidence against Long.

Long got wise and killed him

before he had
a chance to deliver.

But we've still got nothing
to connect Long

to the murder
or any sort of drug ring.

What about Abby?

You talk
to her, Tony?

Tony?
Huh?

Oh, yeah, uh, just now.

Bullet wasn't a match
to Roy's Glock,

and the prints from the
school were a new record:

the most degenerates in one
place she's ever processed,

so...

So nothing that points to Long.

No.

Great spot
to commit murder.

One that points to every
criminal in town but you.

We've got Hyland.

A stoner who says Long asked
for directions to the school?

It's not enough.

No, I meant a warrant
for Hyland's equipment.

This could be it.

This is Bishop.

Boss, Agent
Malone called.

Yeah, who's that?

NCIS Agent Malone.

He's worked here for ten years.

What about him?

Heard about the case,
wants in.

Done a ton of work
with DEA.

Says he'll put his usual
DC team together,

joint investigation.

DEA isn't interested.

He offered
to take point.

Said he was willing
to work with Mitch.

DiNozzo, this is our case.

Thanks.

Warrant came through.

Good, put Hyland to work.

Go on, DiNozzo.

You're with Bishop.

Uh, boss, I've established
trust with Hyland.

You're with me, McGee.

You and Mitch?

Yeah.

Sounds good.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

You sure?

Because McGee said
he was good,

and then the next thing I know,
he's telling me

that his mom voted for him
for homecoming king.

What?

Yeah, I don't know.

He's got some issue with Mitch.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

What is the issue?

That he's super cool.

And that's it?

There's nothing else?

Should there be?

What do I know?

I've been locked in
the office for two days.

Ah, because of Gibbs.

Look, I know you don't want
to talk about it, but...

Okay.

You want to analyze

Gibbs' "new attitude"?

Let's do it.

You know, after Iraq,

I wasn't the only one with...
a mess to clean up.

What are you talking about?

He got shot by a kid.

A kid that he let
into his own house.

And he pushed
it too far.

Took too many risks.

And now he's doing it again.

He keeps asking,

"Who's gonna
protect the team?"

What is he doing?

Ah.

For you.

And... hi.
Uh...

This was supposed
to be for the other guy,

but you can share it with him.

What is this?

Uh, it's a free,
handcrafted beer koozie.

It's a gift.

And in return,
I would like to ask you

to stop calling me.

Right. We need you
to go back to Roy's.

Nah, I...

I don't like his cousin.

And so whatever

you guys are looking into,
I'm out.

Is it just me, Bishop,

or are you getting
a little bit of

a contact high off
this beer koozie?

Oof!
Damn it.

Look.

All you have to do

is go back to the house

and play cards.

Yeah.

Here's a great idea.

You like giving gifts.

Give this one to
your friend Roy.

That's some way
to sprain your fingers.

You know, I dabble
in shoe-making.

Learned from my abuelo.

If you want,
I could, um,

shave an inch or so
off those platforms,

make 'em a little safer.

Okay, is that not
the coolest thing

you've ever
heard, McGee?

Mitch can cobble!

I'm kind of
loving this.

Mitch and McGee.
M&M.

The cool cobbler and the...

and the...

The what?

And... and the other guy.

Can we get
to the evidence, please?

That's a good call, buddy.

Yeah, okay.
So...

the red is where
I found fibers

on Sergeant Gleason's
body and clothes.

The position
and abundance

tell me that it was from
something he was carrying

before he died.

Any idea what it was?

Of course I do, Mitch.

The fiber is wool,

and based on
the size and shape,

I can tell it's from
some type of rug.

We need one of her at the DEA.

Well, we've got
the one and only.

So this is
Sergeant Gleason's car.

I found the same
fibers in here.

So the rug was in the trunk,
and now it's gone.

Well, if Long killed Gleason

before he could
give me the evidence...

The evidence could be on the rug
or wrapped inside.

And Long
took it back.

That's something.

That's good stuff.

And she's not done yet.

So this particular wool

comes from the Karakul sheep...
Aw.

...in the northern provinces
of Afghanistan.

The absence of wear tells
me that the rug was new.

Now, there's 28 stores
in the local area

that sell rugs that are
imported from Afghanistan,

but only one-- one--

is owned
by Long's cousin Roy.

Ha!
There's a sight for sore eyes.

All right, everything
we have is circumstantial,

but if we break Roy,
we'll get Long.

Let's pick him up.

Afternoon card game
should be done.

Well, the Web site says
that the owner will be there

for appraisals
starting at 3:00.

Great.

What do you want?

Roy, we'd like to talk
to you about rugs,

if that's possible.

What about 'em?

Well, you see,

we found evidence of a rug

similar to the one you sell
here in this location.

And do you know where
that rug was, at one time?

Dead Marine's car.

That's right, Agent Gibbs.

The trunk of
a dead Marine's car.

Now, you remember us
coming to your house

and asking you
about that Marine?

Yeah.

Sorry. What was that?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Well, that's kind of why

we want to talk rugs
with you, Roy.

All right.

Gun!

Mitch, get down!
No, no!

No, no, no!
We need him!

Hang on.

Come on, Evans.

Breathe.

Get an ambulance.
Breathe, damn it.

♪ ♪

There's nothing back there.

Gibbs check in?

He called about a half hour ago.

Roy's still in surgery.

We're gonna need
him to talk.

There's nothing
here to go on.

Well, we're seizing
all the rugs,

and Bishop brought back
a bunch of store records.

So if there's anything here,
Abby will find it.

I said, there's nothing here.

Hey. Roy awake?

Did you talk to him?
No.

He didn't make it.

Damn it!

Hey, we'll get Long another way.

Roy talking was
the only shot we had,

and you killed him.
He could've killed you.

He could've killed any of us.

I told you we needed him!
Hey.

Enough. Hey.
I think you need to take a walk

around the block, buddy!
Hey! Enough!

Unbelievable.

You did a good job, McGee.

You did exactly
what you had to do.

Go. Head back to the office.

It's over.

It's all over.

It needs to be
one continuous cut,

and it has
to be precise,

because we don't know
what we're dealing with, here.

You know what?

Maybe I should
just do it myself.

Nonsense. No.

Inarticulate hands

do not a precise cut make.

Besides, if
nothing else,

I am "The Incision-ator."

There's definitely something
sewn in there.

Yes, definitely.

A narcotic of some sort?

Okay, so...

the evidence that Sergeant
Gleason was bringing to Mitch

wasn't on the rug
or wrapped up in it.

It was the rug.

This is how Long
has been smuggling

into the country.

If this rug was imported
from Afghanistan,

then this seems likely
to be heroin.

Interestingly enough,

the first reference
of opium growth

is in 3400 BC in Mesopotamia,

though there is evidence...

Ducky.

I love listening
to you talk,

but I have to interrupt you.

Oh.

Okay, it seems like
there's something

sewn into all of these,

but I tested the fibers
and none of them

are the one that
Sergeant Gleason had.

Long would have been smart
to get rid of it.

Exactly.

Because Long is smart.

Now, all of our shipping orders
say that the rugs got here

just when Long got to town,

but everything we have
points to dead Cousin Roy.

All right, there's just
got to be something here

that shows
Long was running the show.

I just have to...

I have to find it,

and Bishop asked me to help
her with something else,

and I can't bend my fingers
and I'm overwhelmed...

Abby, I love to hear you talk,

but I must interrupt.

There's no need
to be overwhelmed.

I am here
to continue assisting you.

Well...

thank God for teamwork.

McGee. I heard it was like
the Wild West out there.

What happened?
Could've used you at the crime scene.

Hey, you think
I wanted to stay here?

So did Gibbs jump
in front of Mitch

or pull any
crazy hero stuff?

Gibbs? Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Of course. Good.

That's good, too.

So give me the play-by-play.

Well, Roy pulled a gun,

I shot him,
and Mitch reamed me for it.

Mitch got in your face?

Yes, he did.

So much for
the super cool guy

everyone thought
he was, huh?

Then it was weird.

I felt like
Gibbs sent me back here

so he could talk to Mitch.

I mean,
I don't know.

I just feel like
something's going on

that I don't know about.

What?

Maybe there's something going on
you don't know about.

What?

Tony, what the hell is going on
that I don't know about?

Hey, you're back.

What's going on?

Okay, I'm done.

Conference room.
Campfire.

Let's go.

Uh...

- Do I need my laptop?
- Yes!

So that's Mitch's dad.

NIS Agent Kurt Mitchell.

I never would've
connected the two.

And he was assigned

to protect Gibbs' family?

1991. Oceanside.

I thought Shannon
and Kelly lived here.

They did.

They followed Gibbs
to Pendleton before he deployed.

You can pull up the old NIS
file and read it for yourself.

Shannon and Kelly Gibbs
were scheduled to testify

against drug dealer
Pedro Hernandez

for a murder
they saw him commit.

Hernandez shot
Agent Mitchell

as he drove them
to a safe house.

Mitchell died instantly.

Shannon and Kelly were killed
in the crash.

What happened to Hernandez?

He died soon after.

So, if Mitch's dad was killed
protecting Gibbs' family...

Then Gibbs will do
all sorts of crazy cowboy stuff

to protect Mitch.
Thank God!

I finally got to say it
out loud.

We got to protect Gibbs.

Yes, we do.

And while we're
stuck in here,

they're out there
doing God knows what.

Can you ping their cell phones
or something?

Uh, were you guys gonna bother

telling me about Long?

It's a pretty
important detail.

Long? What about him?

Says right here in the file.

"1990, Benson Long began
operating around Pendleton."

You didn't know?

Where are you, Duck?
Need to talk.

Ducky.

Why didn't you tell me Long
was more than some random case?

No.

Hey, get off my back!

Not letting you walk away.

It's in the NIS file.

Hernandez was a small-time
dealer in a big cartel,

and he may have
pulled the trigger,

but he didn't make
the big decisions.

Long was his boss.
What about it?

What do you mean,
"What about it"?

This is personal for you,
Gibbs, you and Mitch.

You want revenge
for your families,

but what does that mean?

Are you gonna put
a bullet in Long's head

the way you did to Hernandez?

Gonna tell you
this one time.

We're gonna get Long
on good evidence.

This is above board.

Do you understand
what I just said?

I understand if you let Mitch
get dirty, you get dirty, too.

N-N-No, we agreed.

This is above board.

Then what is he doing
right now? Where is he?

I just talked to him,
he's at his hotel.

We're gonna start
fresh in the morning.

No, he lied to you.

We just pinged his phone.

He's at Long's place.

I'm doing this alone.

I know.

What happened?

Gibbs went after Mitch,
didn't want backup.

Great, now we have nothing to do
but wait to hear.

Uh, no, we have to
push ahead, right?

Uh, find something
solid on Long.

If he was part
of this Reynosa Cartel,

we should start looking
into that.

Well, you think Mitch would have
already done that, you know?

The cartel fell from power
years ago.

Now Long is on his own,
flying under the radar.

There's the Hyland factor.

That's right.
Everyone's favorite knitter.

Is he still in play?

He gave Cousin Roy the gift
before your run-in at the store,

but-- I don't know--
as of an hour ago,

we're still getting some kind
of interference.

Abby's helping me with it.

Where are you going?

Done taking orders.

You coming?

Uh, where are you guys going?

Stay here, Bishop.
We need you on the inside.

We'll call you from the car.

Bishop, what's up?
Abby, are you getting anything?

Mind's made up.

Tried catching him
the right way.

Two years, I tried.

That old file--

lot of names in there.

You kill Long,

then it'll be his ten bosses
and then...

their bosses.

There is no end.

And what,
my dad wouldn't want me

throwing away my career,
my life?

Yeah. You're damn right.

Gibbs, just go.

Guy named Mike Franks,
he used to work with your dad.

He told me
that the agent

who was supposed
to protect my family

asked off the detail because
it was getting too dangerous.

He had little kids.

Mike asked for a volunteer
to replace him,

and your dad raised his hand.

And he said to Franks,

"I'd want someone to do the same
for my family."

So, no, Mitch.

I'm not going anywhere.

Roy let you in?

Where is he?
You, uh...

you haul him off?

He's dead.

This is my
notification?

What the hell
happened?

We shot him.

For what?

Because we could.

You son of a bitch.

You think you're untouchable?

I'm untouchable.

I took out Gleason, and...

I said
"go"...

...Daddy took a headshot.

Eh?

There's nothing you can do
about it.

Hey.

Mitch.

What are
you gonna do?

Hmm?

I mean, I don't even have
anything on me.

What, he's gonna plant a piece
on me?

Is that what
he's gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Mitch,

you know what I did.

It didn't fix
a thing.

It didn't bring them back.

That's... what
I thought.

Hands behind
your back, Long.

What kind of circus is this?

Turn around.

McGee.

We got everything
we need, boss.

Hey, Bishop.

Putting you on
speakerphone.

You get all that?

Whoa. Oh, yeah.

Hey. Ducky and I went through
everything from the store.

We didn't find anything.
Well, once you got it online,

poker chip cam worked
like a charm.

And?

We got Long's confession,

recorded for the ages.

Thank God for teamwork.

Makes the dream work.

Listen, if you
guys are hugging,

keep doing that.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Hey, McGee.

Thank you.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

Are you?

Hey.
Hey.

Going somewhere?

Oh.

Well, I heard
you're headed to California.

I'm taking a personal day.

You're not coming with me.

I know.

Um, yeah, this. So, this is
called a garment bag.

And, uh, in light of all
the nice new clothes you have,

uh, theoretically,
what this does when you travel

is, it keeps it,
uh, wrinkle-free.

And I had an extra one
laying around.

Iraq...

I mean...

It was pretty screwed up, right?

We ever gonna... talk about it?

No, it's not about Iraq.

Where are you, DiNozzo?

What do you mean? I'm
right here, where I always am.

Well, then let me ask you
something.

Is that what you want?

Do I want to be here? Yeah.

I wouldn't be
if it wasn't what I wanted.

Years ago, you had a shot
at your own team.

You turned
it down.

Yeah, that was my decision.

Do you want to be a leader
or not?

You mean, do I want to be you?

Day I joined NIS,
all I had was a reason.

Things change.

The reason stays the same.

It's always
with me.

Never leaves.

Shannon and Kelly.

Either you got a reason
or you don't.

♪ ♪

♪ Since I can remember ♪

♪ You're all I know ♪

♪ From the summers to winters ♪

♪ Through laughter and woe ♪

♪ Well, my memory's fading ♪

♪ And my heart, it beats slow ♪

My mom--
still too much for her.

She didn't know how to thank you
for coming.

She's making tamales.

Something I got to do first.

♪ There's one left to do ♪

♪ We all face the river ♪

♪ And cross it alone ♪

♪ And if I can't take you
with me, I just... ♪

Hi.

You here for the open house?

No.

No, I'm just looking.

I can take you through
right now.

It's okay.

I used to live here.

Really?

Well, then welcome home.

You take your time.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ Every step of my life ♪

♪ I've walked them with you ♪

♪ As it comes to an end ♪

♪ There's one left to do ♪

♪ We all face the river ♪

♪ And cross it alone ♪

♪ And if I can't take you
with me ♪

♪ I just won't go ♪

♪ No, if I can't take you
with me ♪

♪ I just won't go. ♪

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