NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 7 - Home of the Brave - full transcript

All right, so watch your step.

Where are we?

Oh, you are gonna love this!

Oh.

All right. Oh, turn,
turn, turn, turn, turn.

Yeah, I got you.
Okay, okay.

And, ah...

Are you ready

to have your mind blown

by the awesomeness that is
surrounding you right now?

Oh.

No way!

Nathan Roberts, are you
recreating our first date?

Happy Aluminum
Anniversary, baby.

You are one of a kind.

Thank you.

Well, come on. We don't
have a lot of time.

All right.

All right, okay.

Wait until you see what
I got planned next.

Oh.

Hello?

Let's just leave
the money on the counter.

Yeah, but I-I don't
have any change.

Hello?

Hey, we just want
to pay for the...

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

Hello?

Oh.

How you girls doing?

You hungry this morning?

Wait. He called
you here, too?

Hey. Yeah. What's, uh, going on?

No idea.

He said he'd tell us everything
when he got here.

The suspense is killing me,

like, literally.

A fortune teller
told me once

that I would die of suspense,
so this is dangerous.

Welcome...

beautiful people of NCIS!

Senior!

Ah, let's go! Bring it in. Oh.

It's so good to see you. Senior!
How you been?

It's been too long.

What'd you call
us all here for?

Is it about Tony?
I know we've been

talking about trying
to visit him lately.

Well, I'm going
to be joining Junior

and my beautiful granddaughter
for Christmas.

They're having
such a blast in Paris,

they've decided
to stay indefinitely.

Yeah, we heard.
We're so happy for them.

I'm still feeling
a lot of suspense here.

Oh, forgive me, Abby.

Uh, I, uh, asked you all to come
here because I have big news.

Junior has decided
to lease his apartment,

and he's asked me
to act as his landlord.

A Mr. Roper, but with class.

Wait. So this place
is available?

Uh-huh.

- How much is the rent?
- Oh, it's very reasonable,

but, uh,
there is one catch. Uh...

fish don't, uh,
travel well across the pond.

Oh, I will be
the best fish mom.

Uh, really, Abby?

Because growing up, they
called me “The Fish Whisperer”"

They did not.
They did.

No, they did not.
They did.

- No. They did not.
- They did. - Uh-huh.

They did.

I, uh... I was thinking

that before I took out an ad,
I'd check with the family.

- Are any of you interested?
- I am.

Wow.

Any chance
of you sharing the place?

No.

Ah.

Excuse me. Yeah.

Uh, yeah, Bishop's with me
right here.

All right,
we're on our way.

Dead sailor
on Tate Street.

Well,

my work doesn't start
until after the crime scene,

so you and me-- we could
go get a Caf-POW! and talk.

Uh, Abby, Gibbs said
to get your butt in the lab.

Got to go.

Okay. I'll see you later.

Uh, maybe we could reach a nice

group decision?

Come on, Bishop, you've barely
been in your apartment a year.

Yeah, but for that rent
in Dupont Circle,

I would break my lease
in a heartbeat.

I don't care how nice
the apartment is.

You couldn't pay me enough
to pack my life up again.

What nice apartment?

I've been looking for weeks.

Hey, guys, what nice apartment?

Duck and Palmer
hit traffic.

What do we know?
Victim is Seaman

Troy Willis. He's 23.

Worked in the
security department

at the Navy Yard. He lives
a few blocks from here.

Got a nine-millimeter
shell casing here, boss.

And a footprint.
It's faint, but pretty clean.

Find out who that belongs to.

There's a security camera, but
it's pointed at the register.

It's out of the range of the
body, but I'm sure if we looked

at it, we'll find something
on the footage.

Store owner is on his way here,

and once he gets here,
we'll get the footage.

What?
What?

What are you looking at me for?

Nothing.

What?

So you were the first one
on the scene?

Yes.

Conducted a field interview.

But I see your people
are doing the same.

Yeah, but it helps
to compare notes.

Right. Armed robber entered.

Seaman Willis was a customer
who got shot trying to stop him.

They remember anything
about the shooter?

Those two? No.

They walked in
after the incident.

Everything we know came
from an account given to 911.

Who made the call?

An employee working
the night shift.

Uh, name is
Victor Medina.

The couple tried to stop him
from leaving,

but he bolted right before
the EMTs showed up.

The guy is M.I.A.

They said
Medina had blood on his hands.

Stopped in the back
office on his way out.

Hey, door's locked.

When the owner gets here,
we'll have him open it.

There's blood on the shelf.

Maybe where he got
the towel from.

Medina told 911
this was a robbery gone bad.

But then why did he
clean himself and run?

He has something to hide?

All right, Gibbs is

gonna be here any minute.
We ready with the update?

BOLO's out on Victor Medina, and

Quinn is doing
general background.

Alex Quinn.

- What?
- Quinn, you okay?

You've been looking at Gibbs
weird all day,

and now you're looking
at Gibbs' desk weird.

No.

It's my subconscious--

it cracks me up sometimes.

Yeah.

I-I had a-a dream
about Gibbs last night.

Oh, I totally
get it.

Was it the one where he
tells you to grab your gear,

and then, your gear is gone?
No.

Wait. Is it the one

where he cooks you a steak,
but it's raw inside,

but you eat it anyway because
he's staring at you?

No.

Not that kind of dream.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.
Ooh.

Oh, it's like
sexy things were happening?

Yes, you could say that.

I need details.

I don't think
I want to know.

Oh, I want to know.

I actually do want
to know very much.

It started so innocent.

I was sitting here,
I was working.

He was there,
and he comes over my desk,

and he knocks on it
like this, and says,

“Do you know what kind
of wood that is?”

But the desks are Formica.

It was a dream, Tim.
Let the woman finish!

Come on, come on.
Just get to the sexy part.

That's when it got crazy.

Give me an update.

Let's go.

Uh, our missing
liquor store attendant

is Victor Medina,
32 years old.

Yeah, he used
to be a Marine.

And will always be.

Medina received
a Silver Star

for his actions during
an ambush in Afghanistan.

He also did a tour in Iraq.

Honorably discharged in '06.

Four months later,
he got into a bar fight.

He was convicted of assault,

sentenced to a year,
served six months.

Stayed clean ever since.

According to Medina,
our victim, Seaman Willis,

was shot by a robber.

Medina told

911 that the shooter was wearing
a mask and driving

a white sports car.

But the blood and the weapon
we found in the office,

plus the fact that
Medina fled the scene....

That makes his story
sound like B.S.

Weapon?

Uh, Abby's got it, along with
the slug and the casing.

She's running ballistics.

Boss, Medina is a Marine,
uh, victim's Navy.

There could be a connection.
Yeah, look into it.

BOLO paid off.

Pennsylvania State
Police picked up Medina

at a bus station
in Bedford County.

Yeah, go. Take Torres with you.

DUCKY
To sleep,

perchance to dream.

Ay, there's the rub.

For in that sleep
of death what dreams may come

when we have shuffled off this
mortal coil, must give us pause.

Ducky?

Ah, Alex.

I was just having a chat

with Seaman Willis here about
the significance of dreams.

You've heard?

Heard what?

Uh, Alex

uh, had an imaginative dream
about our Jethro.

Oh. I totally get it.

Is it the one
where he knocks on your desk

and asks what kind
of wood it is?

How on earth did you know that?

Oh, come on.
Look at the man.

If you haven't had
the wood dream about Gibbs,

you are not alive, am I right?

Yeah, let's move on, shall we?
I already have.

Yes, well, the cause
of death is a single

gunshot wound
that nicked his aorta.

He simply bled out, and

these contusions--
they suggest a struggle.

He's also broken
several ribs here.

Must have been one hell
of a fight.

No, no, no,
you-you misunderstand.

These rib injuries are
consistent with someone

doing CPR properly.

Someone struggled
to keep him alive.

Well, Victor Medina
was the only one there

immediately after the shooting.

Well, if Medina was trying
to save this young man's life,

that would also explain how he
came to have blood on his hands.

The nine-millimeter
that you found

is definitely the murder weapon.

It's unregistered, there's no
matches in the system,

there's no prints.

The bullet is interesting.

It's Swiss-made,
enhanced accuracy.

Moving on.
Abbs, you okay?

Yeah, I just want to get through
this so you guys can leave.

Trying to get rid of us?

Swiss bullet. Moving on.

This is the footage
from the store's security camera

immediately
following the shooting.

It shows the activity
at the counter.

There's nothing there.

Oh, yes, there is.

There's a light

that hits the counter.

Once...

...twice--

wait for it--
three times.

What does that tell us?

There's a lit sign
on the front door.

So every time the door
is opened,

the light from the sign
hits the counter.

That door was opened three times

immediately following
the shooting.

Medina said there was only one
robber fleeing the scene.

Exactly.
So, is he lying?

Or were there
more people there

than he told 911?

These are the kind of
questions that you should be

asking yourselves
somewhere other than here.

Oh, one more thing.

I also enhanced the footprint
at the crime scene.

Looks like part
of a brand name.

Yeah.
It was etched in by hand.

These puppies are
handmade and expensive.

You make out the name?
No.

But I will find
that out. Good-bye.

Abigail,

here I am,
as promised.

Ah,

McGee,
what a nice surprise.

Gibbs.

Ah.

How are you?
Chief, what are you doing here?

Wait a second, that's why
you're trying to get rid of us--

so I wouldn't see you buttering
up Senior about the apartment.

How dare you.

Senior is here to help me

track down this shoe brand.

I do have
superior knowledge

of, uh, luxury footwear.

Since when do you need help
tracking down anything, Abby?

I can't even look at you
right now.

Senior,
I trust you

to make the right choice.

McGee!

You've seen my apartment!
It's so tiny

I barely have room
for my dog collars!

Apartment thing's
a minefield.

How you gonna decide
who gets it?

I was hoping you would have

some words of wisdom.

Nope.

Abby did what?

Well, is it working?

Okay, thanks, McGee.
Yeah, keep me posted.

Abby's playing dirty.

But McGee's no better.

He'd crawl through
a sewer to get that place.

Let me ask you a question,
how does one get in

on this apartment thing?

Look, uh,

I have to tell you, um,

there was a murder
in that apartment.

That's why Tony was able
to afford it.

And I know how you feel
about dead bodies

in potential
living spaces...

Nick, it was a bloodbath.

A bloodbath, huh?

Well, for that kind of rent
in Dupont Circle,

I, um... I'd get over it
pretty quick.

Agent Bishop,

didn't think you were coming.

To our own party?

Well, state troopers
made it sound

like you weren't available
for the transfer.

So I came up from
D.C. to get him.

I was just headed up front
to fill out the paperwork.

Well, we're here, and we're
taking Medina into custody.

I'll take you to him.

Thanks.

I was stocking shelves.

Guy walked in with a mask,

said he wanted the money
in the register.

The sailor--

he was right next to the guy.

Wrong place, wrong time,
you know?

What happened after that?

Sailor charged
the guy.

Before I could get to them,
I heard a gunshot.

The shooter ran out.

Surveillance shows the front
door opening three times.

Yeah. I went out after him.

Practically laid myself
on the hood of the car

trying to stop him from leaving.

He peeled off anyway.

That's how you knew
it was a white sports car.

Yeah.

And after that,
you went back inside?

I called 911.

Then this couple walked into
the store, and I saw the weapon.

You found it?
Yes.

It slid under one
of the shelves.

I locked it in the office
so no one else could get hurt.

And then you left the scene.

Victor, if what you're
telling us is true,

what are you doing
in Pennsylvania?

Boss,

just talked
to Abby.

She looked at photos
of Victor Medina's shoes.

None of 'em match
our footprint.

Yeah, different size,
different tread.

And we had a witness
from across the street

from the liquor store
come forward.

They saw the robber
arrive and leave,

wearing a mask, just
like Victor Medina said.

Yeah, his story checks out.
Medina's telling the truth.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Yeah.

Officer Baldwin. Immigration.

You issued a BOLO
for Victor Medina.

He's a witness
to a murder, yeah.

Our murder.

What do you want with him?

I'm the reason he's running.

As a witness
to your murder,

he knew that you would dig
into his background,

turn up his secret.

What secret?

Victor Medina has
squandered his right

to be in
this country.

I'm here to deport him.

Victor Medina was
born in Mexico.

One year later, his parents
moved the family here, legally.

Father passed away.

Mother continues to live here
on a green card.

Medina needed a green card
to join the Marines.

Well, he had one.

But, 2006,
he got out of the corps,

committed a crime,
became deportable.

For getting in a bar fight?

Federal immigration
law, ma'am.

One-year sentence made his
conviction an aggravated felony.

Well, then tell me, sir,
why didn't you deport him then?

Government agencies
don't always communicate

as effectively
as we'd like.

Your BOLO put him back
on our radar.

Tell you what, this
makes zero sense.

Kid signs up
to protect this country

but doesn't apply
for citizenship?

Well, back when Medina joined, a
lot of guys thought citizenship

was automatic once they took
their oath of enlistment.

These days, the
military makes a point

of encouraging
them to apply, but...

Cases fall
through the cracks.

Because nobody is perfect,
right?

Officer Baldwin, we've cleared
Medina of this murder.

He was on the ground
in Afghanistan

in a United States uniform,
for God's sake.

Look, I'm doing my job,
just like you.

As soon as
he gets here,

I'll need you
to transfer custody.

Is there nothing we can do?

Got it, boss. Yep.

On it.

What'd he say?

Excuse me.

Did the cops give you my stuff?

Personal effects?
Yeah, we got 'em.

Can I get my compass back?
No.

We got to turn everything
over to Immigration

when they take
custody.

Hmm. Compass looks old.

It was my dad's.

Feels weird not having it
in my pocket.

Damn.

What's wrong?

It's not pointing north.

Cops must've dropped it
or something.

I have a friend. She could
probably fix it for you.

Thanks.

So, cops said
you were headed to Ohio.

Pro Football Hall of Fame?

My mom lives outside
of Youngstown.

I knew how this
was gonna end.

Just wanted to say good-bye.

Nick,

turn the car around.
- What?

The man needs to see his mom.

Are you crazy?

That'll take all night.

Gibbs told us to take our time

and do some good.
That's why he called.

I am not going to Ohio.

Well, darn it.

Really sucks for you,

because I just got
the urge to sing.

Okay, you promised

you weren't gonna sing
in the car anymore.

I'm not stopping
until you turn the car around.

Come on, Victor.

Really?

Now both of you are singing?

All right, all right, all right!

All right, I'm turning around.
I'm doing it.

Just stop singing.

All right, got it.

You know, um, Tim,

until we come
to a group decision,

I don't know if it's right
for you to be in here.

I'm just getting some specs
for Delilah and I

in case we're lucky enough
to get the place.

We've got to get
this group meeting on the books.

You know, Mr. DiNozzo,
I was gonna tell you,

I don't think anyone is gonna
willingly give this place up.

Think you're gonna have
to make a decision.

Which reminds me,
there's something

I wanted to tell you about.

Oh. What is it?

I finally proposed to Delilah.

Oh. You did?

I did. It was... it was epic.
It was amazing, you know?

My-my beautiful girlfriend
is now my beautiful fiancée.

Oh.
Let me show you this, too.

Oh. I'm-I'm over the moon
for you, Tim.

Aw. This album is wonderful.

Kind of a photographic
journey of our love story.

It's a story
that I think could really...

really bloom in this apartment.

What are you doing?

Changing the subject.

Cassano.

That's the brand of shoe
that made your bloody footprint.

How do you know this?

I confirmed it
with my shoe broker.

Cassanos are rare,
Italian, and handmade.

Everything a man could want
on his feet.

All right, well,
I'll get that to Abby.

And I am
just gonna leave this

right here.

In case you want to take a peek
at that for any reason.

Abbs, what are you doing?

I'm getting a neodymium
magnet for repolarization.

For the what?

Um, this is
an old PC hard drive.

And inside of it
is a very strong magnet

called a rare-earth magnet.

When Victor
gets back,

I'm gonna get his compass
from him,

and I'm gonna use this
to fix it.

That is, before

ICE swoops in and takes him away
like some angry pelican.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Well, I'm glad you ignored that

because we have things
to talk about.

Victor isn't the only
decorated veteran

to face deportation.

This is Hector Barajas.

He's an Army vet
that was deported in 2004.

He started a support house
for other deported veterans

in Tijuana.
Yeah,

called the Bunker.
You know about it?

Yeah, I know about it.

Gibbs, some of these
deportable crimes,

they're so minor. And these guys

are not even offered
an immigration attorney.

And they have lives and
families

- Abbs,
- and children here...

I'm agreeing with you.

Yeah.

Okay, this is really sad.
Let's talk footwear.

Thanks to Senior, we know
that this brand of shoe

is called Cassano.

I've never heard of that.

It's a rare breed.

It's only sold in two shops
in the area.

So I cross-referenced people
who bought Cassanos

with people who own
white sports cars, and...

And you got a list of suspects.
Yep.

Three, to be exact.

I'll send them to you.
Great work, Abbs.

Get them to Quinn
and McGee.

Mijo.

I can't believe
you're here!

Look at you.

Hi, Ma.
Why didn't you come?

We shouldn't stay long.

I told you: Gibbs told us to
take our time and do some good.

So, what, give him, like, ten,
15 minutes to say good-bye?

That's real compassionate, Nick.

Well, we still have a case
to solve back home.

Come in, come in.
Listen, Ma, I need

to talk to you about something.

Don't be rude, mijo.
Introduce me

to your friends.
Ma...

There's something
I got to tell you.

I'm going away for a while.

What?

Victor, why?

I, uh...

He's deploying, ma'am.

Deploying?

I thought
you were

out of the Marines.

I, uh...

I was. They, uh...

It's an advisory
position, uh...

and your son is very
good at his job.

We need him.
I'm Torres.

I'm one of his recruiters. And
this is my colleague, Bishop.

Where will you be taking him?

Is it dangerous again?

It's classified, ma'am.

When will you be home?

I don't know, Ma.

My son.

The brave Marine.

Let me feed you before you go.

Are you hungry?

Actually, Mrs. Medina,
we have to...

We're starving.

Nice house.

Ooh. Yeah.

A palace of a
luxury realtor.

Quinn.

Hmm?
What the hell is wrong with you?

What? Nothing.

McGee could use some help

running down
those other two suspects.

NCIS. We're here
to speak to Phillip Conway.

Well.
Hello, Agent Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, just go get your father.

I know the shoes
you're talking about.

Ill-fitting.

I threw those out...

must have been a year ago.

We're gonna
need to see your car.

The white sports
car, yes, yes.

But like I said, I was hosting
a broker's open that night.

Now, about that Swiss 9mm
ammo you asked about--

I can't say for sure
if I have it,

because I don't keep
a detailed inventory.

An inventory?

I'm a collector.

All the drawers, cabinets you
see are filled with ammunition.

Whoa.

Well, you really
were not kidding.

You know, I would
like to apologize to you

for the way my son looked
at you when you walked in.

I think he's got
a bit of a crush.

Oh...

Uh, yeah, uh, well,
if you can just

get us the, uh,
names of the brokers

that might have seen you
at that open house.

Of course.
Thank you. Okay.

Can we hurry up? Rich
people creep me out.

Do you know
what kind of wood this is?

What?

Do you know
what kind of wood this is?

It's oak.

Oh.

Quinn, I said it was oak.
Yeah, it's oak.

You were right, McGee
needs me. He needs m...

So, you stay here.

And I'm gonna go
work with McGee.

What'd I say?

McGee.

Hey, I thought you
were with Gibbs.

No. He started
knocking on some wood

and I had to get out of there.
This is becoming distracting.

What are you gonna do?
I don't know.

Maybe I'll ask him to eat
some bologna with a fork.

My ex-boyfriend
used to do that.

Instant turn-off.

Is this the place?

Yeah. Hard to believe a guy
with fancy shoes

and a sports car lives here.

You know what, I think
that's him. Arthur Jankowski?

NCIS. We need to
speak with you.

Whoa, stop!

He's not that fast.
We got him.

Oh, no, we don't got him.

Okay, what do we got?

Well, boss,

escapee
is Arthur Jankowski.

Thought we had him,
but we were not prepared

for the rocket ship with wheels
around the corner.

Guy's a convicted
identity thief, but

apparently three years in prison
didn't scare him straight.

His latest victim
is quite the score.

World-renowned author
Mason Moffett. Boss, this guy

writes the most amazing
horror books.

I swear, I read
Headstone Highway

and I did not sleep right
for a month.

Jankowski stole
Moffett's identity

and started diverting
his royalty checks

into hidden accounts.

We searched
Jankowski's place.

He's definitely
enjoying Moffett's money.

Lot of high-end items.

Like a laptop, and Abby's

going through it now.
No Cassano shoes,

but there's a good chance
that he's wearing 'em.

So, and, uh,
what about you?

Did you find anything
in the rich guy's gun room?

No Swiss ammo.
And I searched those

cabinets and drawers. By myself.

Oh.
And his alibi--

it checks.

W... Uh, suspect
number three, boss.

Number three, suspect number
three-- Howard Lane.

He is a hedge fund manager
whose Cassanos were never worn.

And he's got an airtight alibi
for the night of the shooting.

Which brings
us back to...

Jankowski. I like him for this.

Well, good.
Then find him.

Uh-huh.

Agent Gibbs.

We have phones, you know.

Well, none of your people
seem to hear them ring.

Where's Medina?

Not back yet.

I spoke to an Officer Cornell

over at Metro.

She said your people
picked him up

in Bedford County
yesterday afternoon.

Car trouble.

The hell you trying to pull?

When Medina gets back here,
you will be the first to know.

We good?

Yeah.

No, no, no,

my favorite thing in the world

is cooking for people who eat.

Well, that will go down as one
of the best meals of my life.

Yeah, Ma, thank you.

No, no, wait, wait, I will go
write down the recipe for you.

That would literally
make my year.

Yeah, the most my mom ever
cooked was a bowl of cereal,

so, uh, this was...

this was quite a treat.

She's gonna ask us to stay
for coffee when she comes back.

I wish we could.

But one cup
of coffee

never killed nobody.

No, no, I...
I get it.

You guys have been
so good to me.

I just...

I want you to know something.

When I got in trouble--

that bar fight--

the guy was drunk.

He was yelling
at his girlfriend,

getting in her face.

It wasn't right.

I pulled him away...

and it went from there.

Afterwards,
they lied.

Both of 'em.

Said that I attacked him
out of nowhere.

It was their word against mine.

I know I got myself

in trouble.

But...

I had a reason.

Victor, there are
a lot of people

who think what
you're facing isn't right.

Us included.

I haven't been to Mexico
since I was a baby.

Hell, I don't even
speak Spanish.

What am I gonna do?

Hey, man...

...take your time with your mom.

All right?

I need to tell her the truth.

Ma?

“'Why I Should
Get the Apartment,'

an essay by
Eleanor Bishop”.

She e-mailed me that
from the road.

You know, I really care about
the three of you

so deeply. So equally.

Well, I admit that
it is well-written,

but I totally disagree
with her thesis statement.

Abby, my love,

I came here to tell you that
I've decided to draw a name.

It's the only fair way.

Oh, my God. I'm so... lucky.

I love drawings.

I could-I could
find a hat.

No, no, it's, uh... No need.

I've already recruited
an impartial name drawer.

Oh, my gosh.
Okay, so, Dr. Mallard

has rules about not
using his hat for nonsense.

And I feel like
this could be on the cusp,

so we better do this quickly.

I'm gonna write
down the names.

Seriously, I can't
remember when I've

entered a raffle
and I didn't win a prize.

This is awesome.
Abbs.

You working, you
hosting a party?

I am waiting for a ding.

So, McGee and Quinn

were able to
pinpoint the

exact time and location
when Jankowski sped off.

Followed him with traffic cams.
Yeah.

Um, I lost him
after these shots,

but I input
his plate

and his car stats
into a program

that's accessing the live feed

from cameras within...

I got it, Abbs. You're
waiting for a ding.

Exactly.
So, this is Jankowski's laptop.

Not only did he steal
a famous author's identity,

he wanted to be said author.

I-I found all kinds
of really bad prose

and I made you a few copies
of his memoir.

Gibbs...

I have to tell you,

I met your new agent, Quinn,

on my way in.

Put a sparkle in my day.
I'll bet.

My ding. Okay, got him.

Jankowski is outside
the Moonbrite Motel

on Wells Avenue in D.C.
Thanks, Abbs.

All right. The winner

of the best apartment
of anyone we know is...

Torres.

What?!

Who the heck is Torres?

Look, I'm sorry
that I ran from you guys.

But do I look like the kind of
person that would shoot someone?

No. No, I don't.

You want to know where
I was when it happened?

I'll tell you, I was home
alone... brainstorming.

That is the
worst alibi ever.

You get to page 14 yet?

- Uh-uh.
- Oh, come on, man.

Haven't you ever heard
of a first draft?

It's not ready
for public consumption.

You're supposed
to ask permission

before you just read
someone's memoir.

You won't talk, how else

are we gonna get to know you?

Well, we do know
something about him.

I mean, it's supposed
to be a memoir,

it's supposed to
be non-fiction.

Half this stuff is B.S.

“Shielding that child

“from the bear's fangs was,
dot, dot, dot,

what anyone would've done.”

Did you just read
an ellipsis out loud?

He wrote it.

You're not supposed
to verbalize it.

Gibbs.

Quinn is driving me nuts.

She's staring,
she left a search,

now she's in there
talking about dots.

Well, actually...

McGee, what do you want?

Abby finished processing
Jankowski's shoes.

They are Cassanos,

but the wear pattern
on the bottom

does not match our footprint.

Not our guy.
Not our guy.

Hey.

This place is amazing.

The bathroom smells
like blueberry pie.

You ready?
Yeah, in a minute.

We just ordered some coffee
for, uh, for the road.

Oh. Uh, can you get me
a corn dog, too?

Oh, hell, yeah.
Wow.

I appreciate the support.

No. I just got
a text from Jimmy.

I got the apartment.

What?
Congrats, man.

Hey, thanks, man.
We got to celebrate.

You know,
stop for a beer?

I'm thinking up
a toast right now.

Let's do it.

Uh...

My mom again.

Do you mind?

Go for it.

Hey, Mom.

Um...

What are you doing?

Uh, Jimmy had a drawing
so I put my name down.

No, I'm not talking
about the apartment.

Oh, I'm not gonna drink.

I just, I just thought it would
be nice to buy him a cold one

before they toss him
over the border.

He shouldn't even
have his phone.

Why did you give it
back to him?

He asked for it.

I don't get it.
I could barely get you

to turn the car around,

and now...
And now I care?

Yeah.

Bishop, this is exactly

why I didn't want to
turn the car around.

I got to know him, I...

I looked in his
mother's face.

I have friends like him.

I have family like him.

I could have been him.

Look.

We did a good thing for him,

and now it's time for us
to do our jobs.

I don't want to be the
one to turn him over.

Nick...

Gun!

Get down, get down.
Move, move!

Stop!

Damn it.

Stay inside, stay back.

NCIS!

A skillful shot indeed
from young Eleanor.

Dead center of the heart.

She and Torres
make quite a team.

What do we know about this guy,
Ducky?

His name is Carl Dixon.

He's a professional hit man
with a rap sheet

about a mile long.

He located Victor by
tracking down his cell phone.

I go all that
from McGee.

I was hovering.

If he's a hit man,
who hired him?

That's what they're trying
to figure out upstairs.

Gibbs. I called you.

Abbs, I was on my way.
Well, I can't wait.

So, I was starting to
fix Victor's compass

with my magnet,

and this giant light bulb
went off in my head.

So, Victor thought that
his compass was broken

at the police station,
so I checked.

And the cops said
that it was just sitting

in an evidence bin
the whole time,

and never came anywhere near
a magnetic field.

Then why isn't it pointing
north?

Because...

before that, it did come in
contact with rare-earth magnets,

like mine,
only way bigger.

The kind used in
electric car motors.

Victor leaned over the car

and stopped the
shooter from leaving.

Yep. And when he did,
his compass was depolarized.

Now, Gibbs, there's only
one of our three suspects

that has a white sports car
that's an electric prototype

with rare-earth magnets in it.

Who is it?

I already told you
I was hosting a broker's open.

Didn't you speak
to any of the people

on the list I gave you?

Yeah.

Your alibi is solid.

Then why are you
wasting my time?

Mr. Conway,

how would you
categorize your son?

Excuse me?

You pulled a lot
of expensive strings

to make his record go away.

I would categorize your son
as a bored rich kid,

destroying property for kicks--

only this time, he got bolder.

Bored rich kid
robbing a liquor store.

He probably didn't mean
to kill anyone,

but things got a little
out of hand,

and he knew his dad
would clean up after him.

Same as always.

But you were smart.

You got rid of the shoes
he was wearing.

Got rid of the ammo he used.

That's a great story.

It's not true.

Name Carl Dixon ring a bell?

No?

'Cause he's the hit man
you hired

to take out the only witness
to the murder.

Carol Dixon's dead.

We're tracking a payment
deposited into his account.

And we're pretty sure it's
gonna lead right back to you.

You can't do this;
I want my phone call.

I don't think your dad's gonna
be able to pick up.

Well, just don't leave
my stuff in the driveway.

The bags alone are worth
more than you two combined.

You got a lot bigger problems
than luggage, kid.

You know, speaking
of big problems,

I think Gibbs knows that
something's up with you.

It doesn't matter,
I'm over it.

Yeah?
Yes.

He read an ellipsis out loud.

“Dot, dot, dot”.

It's almost as good as eating
bologna with a fork.

He read the dot, dot, dot
out loud?

He read it out loud.

I mean, my Uncle Larry
used to do that.

And now, when I see Gibbs,
all I see is Uncle Larry.

So, thank God.

Well done.

Tell your friend thanks
for fixing it, will you?

Yeah, I will.

My mom,

she told me to never take
this country for granted.

She said it all
the time. She said,

“Home is a privilege.”

That's how I
always saw it.

That's how I
still see it.

Victor.

Special Agent Gibbs.

I got a lawyer friend.

I don't know if keeping you
home is a battle we can win,

but I'd like to help you
fight it.

These guys told me a lot about
you on the trip here, sir.

The were right.

You ready?

Hey, Marine.

Semper Fi.

Semper Fi.

Yeah, it's open.

Hey.

Hey, just the man
I wanted to see.

Hope you don't mind me
dropping by like this.

Uh, I left that book
for, uh, Senior.

Well, you know,
it's kind of embarrassing.

Well, not as embarrassing

as the apartment essay
that Bishop wrote.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

No, the book actually turned out
quite nice.

Not bad at all. Thanks.

I was gonna go home and, uh,

show it to Delilah tonight,
you know?

Also, if, uh, you need any help
with the surround sound wiring,

glad to do that,
help you out here.

I actually love doing
that stuff, so.

Oh.

Hey, um...

You know, um...

when I joined this team...

I thought, finally I'm going
to be a real good guy.

You know, nobody really
sees me like that.

But I actually like...

I like doing what's right.

So...

What are you doing?

Home is a privilege.

And, uh,
I'm not ready for it yet.

But you are.