NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 8 - Enemy Combatant - full transcript

* Look at my watch,
look at my chain *

* They're brand-new *

* Look at the wheels
on that thang *

* They're brand-new *

* All these shoes... *

Okay, that's it.

I have reached
my limit of hip-hop.

No, no, no, don't
even think about it.

You know Maddie only
falls asleep to that song.

* Brand-new,
it's like I got a genie *

* They gon' hate it when... *

She's already sleeping.

Well, let's keep it that way.

I blame you for this.
The books said to listen

to classical music
during pregnancy, not rap.

What was that?

God, we got a flat.

Relax. Hey, relax.

I'm a pro at changing tires.

We'll be back on the road
before Maddie even notices.

Hmm?

I know, sweetie. I'm tired, too.

* Look at my watch, look at
my chains, they're brand-new *

* Look at my clothes,
look at my shoes *

* They're brand-new. *
Really?

Oh. Thank God.
That must be the tow truck.

I'll get 'em.

Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh.

Hey!

Over here.

Hey!

Keith! Look out!
Whoa!

Keith!

Honey?

- Don't move!
- Oh. Whoa.

John?

Rob?

That was awesome.

I mean, that was like... that
looked like a cop-show entrance.

Very Farrah Fawcett
in Charlie's Angels.

I approve.

Oh, God.

Hey, Elle.

George, you
just missed it.

Sis, go back out, do it again.

What the hell is going on?

What-what are you three
doing here?

Surprising you
for Thanksgiving.

You know I hate surprises.

Uh, for the record,
I did send you a text.

You sent me
three frowny-face emojis.

Yeah.
You were in the NSA.

You couldn't...
couldn't crack that code?

I thought you'd
be happy to see us.

You haven't been back home in
almost a year. We missed you.

I-I am happy to see you.

You just caught me

a little off-guard.

Ugh! Now give me hugs.

Oh!
Ah. Now, hold on.

What?
Why are you so dressed up?

And out past midnight?

And... wearing perfume?

That's Beach by Bobby Brown.

You were on a date.

What? No. I was...

Eh! Deer-in-the-headlights look.

Gives you away every time.

Who is he?

Just don't worry about it.

We just want to make sure he's
not a deranged serial killer.

Or a vegan.

That would tear
this family apart, Elle.

Okay, I am perfectly capable

of judging someone's character
on my own, thank you.

Plus, there's nothing
you'd uncover

that an NCIS background
investigation hasn't already.

So he's one of your coworkers.

Hello.

Where?

Yeah. I'm on my way.

That was my boss.

I got to go.

At this hour?
Mm-hmm.

Job is 24/7.

We will talk later.

Don't touch anything.

So much easier when
we could just read her diary.

All right, so we
have your numbers.

Thanks. We'll be in touch.

Okay.

Well, glad you two
could make it.

Well, someone took
a wrong turn.

Yeah, because someone was

singing so loud, I
couldn't hear the navi.

Oh.

Nice threads. You on a date?

What? No.
Yes.

Well, not with her.

No, we just carpooled.

Right.
Fill us in.

Yes. Solo driver was

headed southbound when he
swerved off the road and crashed

right into a boulder.

Well, I don't see
any skid marks,

so I don't think
the driver lost control.

Mm.
Could have been deliberate.

A little
Thelma and Louise action.

Love that movie.

Oh, what a surprise.

What?

So Ranger Burt wants you to go

to dinner with his parents.
What's the problem?

It's not just any dinner, McGee.

It's Thanksgiving dinner.

That's like
the Super Bowl of meals.

And it sends this message
that we're really serious.

Well, aren't you?

Yeah. No.

Maybe. I don't like labels.

Okay. What do we got?

Well, boss, driver
of the car is

Commander Derrick Reza,
45 years old.

Works as a Navy chaplain out of

the Armed Forces Interfaith
Association in Arlington.

Did Duck give you a T.O.D.
before he took the body?

That's the problem, boss.

Duck's time of death
estimated as 7:00 p.m.

But we've got
two witnesses stating

that the accident happened
shortly after 11:00 p.m.

So we have a guy
crashing his car

after he was already dead
for four hours.

How?

With this.

Clay brick?

Oh, the masonry force

is strong
within you, Gibbs.

Yeah, so I found residue
of the clay on the gas pedal.

Someone used this brick
to depress the gas pedal

and send the commander crashing
through the guard rail

and into that boulder.

This was not an accident.

Hi. Uh, can we
help you guys?

We're waiting
for Agent Bishop.

Yeah, uh,

NCIS Special Agent
Eleanor Bishop.

How cool does
that sound, right?

Oh. And who
are you people?

George, John, Robbie.

We're Ellie's brothers.

You guys must be
Tim and Alex.

Yes, yes.
How you doing?

Good to meet you guys.

Bishop's talked
so much about you.

It's good to put faces
to the names.

Hmm. So, uh,
work with our sister?

I do. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's, uh, been just over
four years now, actually.

I can't imagine this place
without her, you know.

Ah. You guys hear that?

Sure did.

Sounds like you two
are pretty close.

Maybe a little too close.

Excuse me?

Huh. This is getting
interesting.

Uh, what are you doing?

Getting to know
your coworkers.

Is this the guy
you're dating?

Seems like your type--
tall, brainy, aloof.

How did you even
get in the building?

Guest pass.

We're getting a tour.

Oh. Huh. Really?

- On-on whose authorization?
- Mine.

Give me an update.

Boss, victim is

Commander Derrick Reza.

Unmarried, no children.

His parents in New York
have been notified.

Reza worked as an imam before
joining the Navy in 2003.

He's one of a handful

of Muslim chaplains
serving in the military.

Besides being assigned
to the Armed Forces

Interfaith Association,
Reza was a member

of several charitable
organizations,

so it's hard to imagine
he'd have any enemies.

Hmm?

Oh. Sorry.

Suspects?

Well, according to Reza's
secretary, his last call was to

a Ronald Ayers.

He runs a
meditation center

and Zen garden
out of Falls Church.

Okay, check it out.

Bishop, Quinn,

get with
Commander Reza's supervisor

and find out
who he was interacting with.

Behave.

I'm aware that in Islam
it is believed

that the deceased
can still feel pain.

And that to break the bone
of a dead person

is like breaking the bone
of a living one.

I do not wish
to add to your suffering.

Hey. You solo today?

Ah, 'tis the season.

Mr. Palmer had an
unfortunate accident

attempting to deep fry
a turkey, but he's okay.

You got a cause
of death for me?

I'm afraid not.

Commander Reza's family

requested that

an autopsy not be performed
for religious reasons.

Duck, this is a murder case.

Jethro, this man
is a chaplain.

I do not intend

to go against his final
wishes if I can avoid it.

Okay. So why'd you call me?

Because my initial time
of death was correct.

The commander was dead
before the crash.

Most definitely.

During my on-sight
examination,

I noticed this
deep laceration.

That from the crash?
No.

The commander's head was
protected by the air bag.

No, this wound is inconsistent
with his other injuries.

Ergo, blunt force trauma
no doubt led to his demise.

Anything else?

Yeah, I found some
debris in the wound.

I sent it up to
Abby for analysis.

Okay.

Thanks, Duck.

Well, Commander,
let's get you ready to go home.

I don't understand.

I thought you said
Derrick was in a car accident.

It's an ongoing
investigation, Mr. Ayers.

How did you know
Commander Reza?

We worked on several community
service projects together.

Ran in similar circles.

A Muslim chaplain and a Yogi?

Spirituality encompasses
all faiths, Agent Torres.

It's through inclusion,
not division,

that one becomes whole.

Neat.

Why did Commander Reza
call you last night?

Derrick said
he had a favor to ask.

He didn't go into details.

We were supposed to meet
today for lunch to discuss.

Last time you saw him?

Uh, just this past Saturday

at the harvest festival
he organized.

You notice anything different
in his behavior?

Did he seem preoccupied
or on edge?

Not at all.
He was in great spirits.

Derrick helped raise
over $25,000

for the local
children's hospital.

Well, that's impressive.

That was Derrick.

Constantly
helping others.

He lived to serve
this community.

As chaplain, Commander Reza

interacted with hundreds of
parishioners of various faiths.

Did he ever have any issues
with any of them?

Not that he told me about.

So, this interfaith church,
do you take confessions here,

Mr., uh, Bainbridge?

Oh, not me personally.

I'm just the
office coordinator.

But Derrick would often
counsel our members.

Did you notice Commander Reza
spending more time

with any particular parishioner?

Uh...

Well, actually,
yes, I...

I'd noticed one woman
he was spending some time with

over the past two weeks,

but I-I didn't
catch her name.

Can you describe her?

Uh, she was late 20s,
Middle Eastern,

uh, wore a headscarf.

Oh, but I can't imagine she'd
be involved with his death.

It...
looked as if they were friends.

Thanks.

Are you Nick Torres?

Who's asking?

We're Ellie Bishop's
brothers.

Oh, hey.

Yeah, she mentioned
you guys were here.

Nice to meet you.

Okay. Nice talk.

What, do you guys
want my lunch money or...?

We want you to answer
a few questions.

About what?

Your relationship
with our sister.

My what now?

Okay.

Look, um, guys,
I appreciate

the-the protective brother
routine,

I-I respect it.

But, uh, you're barking
up the wrong tree here.

So you're not the coworker
she's been dating?

Wait. Wait, me date Bishop?

No, no.

No, no.

She's not my type.

Like, not at all.

Oh.

So you think our sister's

not good enough for you,
is that it?

Okay, listen,
that's not what I meant.

I meant no disrespect.

What I mean is that Bishop and I
are real good friends.

That-that's all.
There's nothing more. That's it.

All right, look.

Now, you didn't hear it from me,

but your sister's been
hanging out with this chap

from the international desk.

Now, my money would be
on that guy.

What's his name?

Clayton Reeves.

Clayton Reeves.

Yeah, tall, British,

tailored suit,

pretty ass jawline.

We cool?

We're cool.

Great.

Thanks.

You do realize
he could've taken

all three of us down
one-handed, right?

- Oh, without a doubt.
- Yeah.

The things we do
for our sister.

Come on.

Why are you taking this
so personally?

Because she's our friend.

How could Bishop be
dating someone and not tell us?

Um, probably because...

it's someone we work with.

How do you know that?

I overheard
Bishop's brothers

interrogating Pale
Dale in the hall.

He started
hyperventilating.

I had to give him
a paper bag.

But, you know, Bishop
has her reasons.

She'll tell us
when she's ready.

I guess you're right.

You're dying to know
who it is, too?

You have no idea!

Thank you.

Look at this.

Commander Reza's got some

pretty heavily encrypted files
on his laptop.

Didn't you say his computer
password was “password1”?

Doesn't sound like someone
that'd be very tech savvy.

Oh, a lot of classified files.

Of what?

Guantanamo Bay Detention Camp.

Personnel,
detainee movements,

guard assignments, even.

How would a Navy chaplain

get his hands on
sensitive military documents?

Abby, if these get
into the wrong hands,

this could be a serious threat
to national security.

So what was Commander Reza
planning on doing with them?

Prior to his command
in Arlington, Commander Reza

did a two-year tour
as a chaplain at Guantanamo Bay.

All the classified
military files

found on his laptop
had one common thread:

Amir Hassan,

one of the detainees
being held at Gitmo.

What's his story?

I suppose that's my cue.

We got to get him a bell
or something.

Hassan is originally

from Jalalabad, Afghanistan.

He was picked up by a joint U.S.

and U.K. terrorism
task force back in 2005,

just outside London.

Looks like I'll be assisting
with the case.

The more the merrier.

Why is Hassan
being surveilled?

The main target
was Dawar Mahdavi.

When you're ready.

I remember him.

Dawar Mahdavi was one
of the suspected

conspirators in the 7/7
attacks in London.

Traces of his DNA
were found on a backpack

worn by one of the
suicide bombers.

That brain of yours
is brilliant.

Truly.

Uh, can we stay on topic here?

I agree.

Mahdavi, uh,
recruited his men

from a mosque he
used to frequent.

Amir Hassan

was one of three men
seen with Mahdavi back in 2005.

When chatter flagged an
up-and-coming attack,

they were taken
into custody.

Well, that still doesn't
explain why Commander Reza

had a dossier on Hassan.

Among those files were video
recordings of Amir Hassan's

interrogations
while at Gitmo.

They must be important,

or why else would
Reza have them?

One problem:
they're all in Pashto.

That's not a problem.

Bishop, get to it.

You know Pashto?

Mm-hmm.

What did I say?

Brilliant.

Gibbs, there's hours of footage
to go through.

I mean, I can handle some,
but we'll need to

loop in a translator.
Yeah, set it up.

Torres, talk to the C.O.
at Gitmo.

Find out what contact
Commander Reza had

with Amir Hassan.

What about me?

I want all the Intel the
task force gathered on Hassan.

That's it?

I was hoping for something
a little bit more challenging.

How long
have you been commander

at the Gitmo detention
group, Colonel Driscoll?

Nearly two years.

And, uh, you're familiar

with Commander Reza
and Amir Hassan?

That's affirmative.

What sort of contact
did they have?

As chaplain, Commander Reza
had weekly meetings

with several of our detainees,
including Hassan.

What'd they talk about?

The military doesn't record
religious counseling sessions.

Oh, you don't really expect us
to believe that, do you?

Doesn't matter to me
what you believe,

Agent Torres, it's the truth.

Fine.
What can you tell us

about Commander Reza?

Well, during his tour here,
there was a significant decrease

in aggressive behavior
among the detainees.

I credit Commander Reza
for that.

He was a calming presence.

I was sad to see him go.

Oh, so you liked him?

I like people who do their job.

So, yes, I liked him.

More than others.

Meaning what?

Some of my soldiers
were suspicious

of Commander Reza's closeness
with the detainees

and believed he was
colluding with them.

And did you look into that?

Of course,

but the investigation
turned up nothing.

I wrote it off
as a baseless claim.

Did you give Commander Reza
access to Hassan's files?

I don't make a habit of sharing
classified military documents

with unauthorized personnel.

How'd he get 'em?
No idea.

But I plan to find out.

Oh, so do we, Colonel.

You can bet on it.

You really have a way
with people, Torres.

Yeah, it's a gift.

Agent Gibbs,
it's good to see you.

Qasim. How's life at the annex?

It's going very well.
I have you both

to thank for that.

Well, you did the work, not us.

Bishop bring you
up to speed?

Yes, you require some help
with some Pashto translations.

Yes, “some” being hundreds
of hours of interrogations.

Hope you didn't
have any evening plans.

This is top priority.

Work comes first.

That's the right answer.

Dinner's on me.

Mmm.

Oh, uh, look,
it's, uh, MI6 Officer

Clayton Reeves.

Boy, am I happy
to see you.

What's with you?

Oh, me? Oh, nothing, nothing.

I'm just tracking down that,

uh, mystery woman
seen with, uh,

Commander Reza.

Yeah.

Have you met Agent Bishop's,
uh, brothers?

Hey. Pleasure.

Big, big fan of your sister.

See, boys?

What'd I tell you?

Good luck.

You guys, uh, enjoying D.C.?

This place has, uh,
great, great energy.

It's, uh...

You can can the
small talk, 007.

The jig is up.

I'm sorry?

We know you're dating
our sister.

Someone's telling you porkies.

What'd he say?

Think he just
called us fat.

No, he said that
you were told a lie.

What about that trip
to Scotland she took?

You weren't with her?

No.

I was. But we just
went as mates. That's all.

“Mates” means friends.
Yeah, we got that one.

So, are we... are we square?

Just one more question.

When “mates” travel together,

how many hotel rooms
do they book?

One or two?

Two.

He hesitated.
I took a breath.

Robbie, what do you think?

Looks like
you're in a spot of bother.

What am I looking at?

It's guts, Gibbs.

Automotive innards.

Vehicular entrails.

The bowels...
Abbs.

Sorry, there was a Night Gallery
marathon last night.

This is what McGee and I
painstakingly

went through to try to put
together the navigation system

from Commander Reza's car.

We were able
to extract the data

and retrace his movements
the day he was killed.

Uh, normally, we would've
gotten that information

from his cell phone, but
the commander doesn't own one.

Did you hear that, Gibbs?

Someone who

hated technology more than you.

Mind blown.

What'd you find?

Voila.

A day in the life

of Commander Reza.

Left his house
in the morning.

He went to work,
had lunch downtown.

Stopped at a hotel,
went to the bank,

headed back to work,
then home.

And then the crash.

Now, which one
of those things

is not like the other?

The hotel.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

Take it away, McGee.

Pulled the list
of registered guests

staying at
Arlington Roads Inn.

Now, one of the rooms is
registered to Samira Hassan.

That's the sister
of Amir Hassan,

one of our Gitmo
detainees

who Commander Reza
had files on.

I have done nothing wrong.

You have no right
to hold me here.

Guess again.

You were one
of the last people

to see Commander Reza alive.

I didn't kill Derrick.

He was a friend.

A military officer.

And you're the sister
of a terrorist.

That's an odd pairing.

My brother is not a terrorist.

I have spent years

pleading with your government
to look into Amir's arrest,

but no one would listen.

Is that why you contacted
Commander Reza?

He's the one
who reached out to me.

Derrick said he had proof
my brother was being

wrongfully detained
at Guantanamo.

What proof?

All he told me was that
someone on the inside

was going to help.

There are some people who don't
want the truth to come out.

Derrick was silenced
because he knew too much.

Samira's telling the truth
about her brother.

Qasim and I were translating
Amir Hassan's interrogations.

I noticed that
the corresponding transcriptions

didn't match what he was saying.

Gibbs, someone altered
the records

to make it look like Hassan was
withholding information.

He was set up.

Hassan was asked
to give up Mahdavi's targets.

The altered Gitmo
transcript has

Hassan's response as:
“I will never betray Mahdavi.

He is my brother.”

What did Hassan
actually say?

“I've only met Mahdavi
a few times.

“He's not my friend.

Please, you have
the wrong person.”

Bishop and Qasim found
dozens more like it.

This was the evidence
Commander Reza

intended to turn over

in order to secure
Amir Hassan's release.

Our intelligence had him

as part of a terror cell.

The only thing connecting
Hassan to Mahdavi

is a few photos of them exiting
a mosque at the same time.

You're telling me
that an innocent man

spent 11 years in
a U.S. military detention camp

because he was in the wrong
place at the wrong time?

It's a possibility.

That's not good enough,
Officer Reeves.

I want solid answers.

So do we, Leon.

Bishop and Qasim are
en route to Gitmo now.

And Commander Reza?

If his death is connected
to Hassan,

we'll find out.

Are you all right?

No, not really.

What is it?

Right through here.

Uh, he, uh, won't need those.

It's protocol, ma'am.

Not ours, Sergeant.
Take 'em off.

Amir...

He's not gonna talk to me.

This place taught him
not to trust anyone,

especially U.S. agents.

Then we convince him.

And we start by
telling him the truth.

The truth has no place here.

You speak English?

A skill I learned in this cage.

If you are here to ask me

about my extremist
connections,

you're wasting your time.

I'm not a terrorist.

We know, Amir.
We're here to help you.

Commander Reza.

He was a chaplain here
a few years ago.

What about him?

He was working to get you
released from Guantanamo.

He-he found evidence that you
were being wrongfully detained.

If this is true,
then let me speak to Derrick.

I trust him.
He wouldn't lie to me.

Commander Reza is dead.

This is one hell of
an oversight, Colonel.

The transcriptions in question
were before my time.

It's not the time
to pass the buck.

I am merely stating facts.

In 2005,
some detainee translations

were conducted by
private defense contractors.

It was a flawed practice.

One no longer used at Gitmo.

I'm afraid that's
too little too late, Colonel.

Who was the translator
assigned to Amir Hassan?

His name's Brendan Peters.

He worked for
Wynnewood Security Services.

Someone killed Derrick because
he was trying to free me?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

Can you think

of who might want to go after
Commander Reza?

How could I possibly know?

I've had no contact
with the outside world

in years.

Not with my family.

Not with anyone.

Derrick restored
my faith that I might

once again be a free man.

He died for nothing.

That is not true, Amir.

He was fighting for you,
and so are we.

I was put in this place
by people like you,

Agent Bishop.

People who think
I'm a terrorist

because I'm Muslim.

Why should I believe
a word you say?

I didn't trust her either.

Not when we first met.

I was once in a similar
situation as you.

And when I thought
all hope was lost,

it was Agent Bishop and NCIS

who stood by me.

I am alive
because of them.

Trust only works

when it goes both ways.

When I met Dawar Mahdavi,
I didn't know who he really was

or the terrible things
he had done.

We had only spoken to each other
in passing at our mosque.

My life ended because of a man
I hardly knew.

I told the truth,
and no one would believe me.

No one except for Derrick.

We can't change
what happened to you, Amir,

but we are gonna finish
what Commander Reza started.

And we are not leaving here
without you.

Admit it.

What you did was a serious
violation of the guy code.

Oh, are you still
going on about this?

Come on, man, I'm with her.
Let it go.

That's easy for
Quinn to say.

She's not the one you
threw to the wolves.

The wolves?
Come on, man.

Bishop's brothers are, like,
little pups.

Plus, I thought
you could handle yourself.

You're a big boy.

Would you care for
a demonstration?

Sure.

Oh, no. No more.

Whichever one of you
is dating Bishop,

just fess up, and we can
be done with this.

He flinched.
I blinked.

Oh, you flinched a little.

That's not proof.

I have proof.

I did a statistical analysis

of Bishop's personality,
and cross-referenced it

with everyone in the office
to see who would be

the most probable match.

Torres, you only scored
a 17% probability...

Yes!
...so you're out.

Reeves, you scored
an impressive

65%, so that's a possibility.

I told you it was him.

Now, wait.

Not so fast, Nick.

There's someone else

who beat Reeves' score

with a whopping

87% probability.

What?!

Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Are you serious?

Come on, Abby, that's...

Ha, ha, ha, ha,
that's a good one.

Actually, I can picture it.

Picture what?
Hey, Gibbs, hey!

We were just, uh,
you know, sharing some

enlightening scientific
analysis here.

How about sharing
something else?

Like a lead.

I got a lead, boss.

Been following up

on Brendan Peters,

the translator
assigned to Amir Hassan.

Brendan Peters doesn't exist.
It's an alias.

Many defense contractors
use an nom de guerre

for security reasons.

Maintains anonymity.

I pulled his fingerprints
from Gitmo's records,

ran it through the system,
got a hit.

Turns out Brendan Peters

is really Ronald Ayers.

The meditation guy.

Time to bust up
someone's chi.

All right,
I got the front.

Got the back.

Reeves, take
the grounds.

Don't move.
Drop the weapon.

The place is surrounded, Ayers.

Doesn't look that way.

Drop it.

Take a quick walk.

Yep, real quick.

Don't even say it.

Hero, baby.

It's what I do all day, son.

I can explain.

Pulling a gun on
a federal agent?

Talk about bad karma.

Enjoy your next life
as a gutter rat.

It's not
what it looks like.

Oh, this should
be interesting.

I've been on edge
ever since Derrick's murder.

I thought your agents
were there to kill me.

It was just a simple
misunderstanding.

Hmm.

If that's all it is,
you're free to go.

Really?

No!

Talk!

About what?

Amir Hassan.

His interrogation transcripts.

Who altered them?

I did.

Well, congratulations,

you just got downgraded
to a flea on a gutter rat.

I didn't have a choice.

I was ordered to do it.

By who?

The defense firm I worked for.

We were told
to help prolong

the confinement of detainees
who refused to produce Intel

vital to the War on Terror.

And how do you
sleep at night?

I didn't.

That's why I quit.

I never felt right
about what we did at Gitmo.

Or for what I did
to Amir Hassan.

You knew he was innocent.

And you let him rot
in that cell for 11 years?

I'm not proud of
what I've done.

And that's why you
killed Commander Reza?

To keep your secret?

I didn't kill Derrick.

I was helping him.

I'm the one who gave him
those files on Amir Hassan.

I was trying to right a wrong.

Amir Hassan was right.

I have sent people here.

For years, I've...

I've known about Gitmo
and I've talked about it, but...

...seeing it,
it's not what I expected.

What did you imagine?

I don't know.

I know there are
people detained here

who have done
horrible things,

but...

this doesn't
feel like justice.

Well, fear often makes us
do things that we shouldn't.

But that's human.

What if there's
another Amir in there

and we just don't know it?

He was a
22-year-old kid.

And we took away
11 years of his life.

Can't ever make that right.

You are not
the one responsible

for Amir Hassan's arrest.

But you are responsible
for his release.

He's leaving here
a free man.

Still doesn't seem like enough.

Believe me...

that is everything.

Wait, Bishop and Gibbs?

No, no, no.
Y-You got to be crazy.

Are you questioning
the validity of my findings?

Statistical data
is hardly reliable.

Timothy Farragut McGee,
I will have you know

that all my data
is accurate.

It predicted when you and
Delilah would move in together,

and... when you would
get engaged,

and...

when you would
have your first kid.

Abby, how could it possibly
know that? Come on.

Did it say whether it was
a boy or girl?

Wouldn't you
like to know.

Where's Gibbs?

He's up with Vance.
Did you guys find anything?

One of the stops that Commander
Reza made on the day he died

was to a bank in Arlington.

Right, we already knew that.

His account showed that he made
an ATM withdrawal at 4:45 p.m.

That's right.

Except he went there
on other business.

A teller at the bank

confirms that she assisted Reza.

He requested over
two years worth

of checking account
statements.

His personal account?

No.

Armed Forces
Interfaith Association.

We pulled the same
records and found

over $250,000 in withdrawals
earmarked for local charities.

Yeah, and we
checked with the charities,

and none of them
have received the donations.

Who made the withdrawals?

The primary account holder:

Gareth Bainbridge.

Hi there.

Agent Quinn, did we have
an appointment?

We didn't, no.

I just had some
follow-up questions.

Oh, well, of course.
Let's, um, talk inside.

Oh, we can't.

They're still processing
the crime scene.

Excuse me?
Yeah.

You familiar with,
uh, BLUESTAR?

It's this nifty little spray
that helps you, uh,

detect washed-out
bloodstains.

Found a lot of it
in your office.

Are you going somewhere?

It was an accident.

What was?

When Derrick confronted me
about the money,

he wouldn't let me explain.

He went to
call the police,

and I pushed him.

He tripped and his head
hit the desk.

And instead of calling 911,

you decided to try
and cover it up?

I panicked. I...
Mm-hmm.

I never meant
to hurt him.

I...

You got to believe me.

We don't.

Oh.

Gibbs, you're here.

I work here, too.

Yeah.

Uh, listen, I wanted to...

What happened to my phone?

Next time you leave the country
on assignment, Bishop,

tell your brothers.

How many times did they call?

Too many. Got it.

What?

Amir Hassan.

He held on for all those years

believing...

the truth would set him free,
and it did.

Listen, Gibbs.

I don't want to lie
to you anymore.

I wanted to tell you earlier,

but I didn't know how to say it,
and then more time passed,

and it's just that...

What, Bishop?

I broke rule 12.

At first, we...

were just good friends.

And then a few months ago,
it turned into something more.

And... I won't apologize for it.

Not-not because that
would break another rule,

but because...

Gibbs...

I like him.

A lot.

Took you long enough.

That's it?

Happy Thanksgiving,
Bishop.

Hope you enjoyed
the Thanksgiving halftime show.

And we are just moments away
from the second half.

For those of you just tuning in,
after the first half of play,

the score is tied, seven...

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Hey.

Come on.
Boo!

Come on.
We need to talk.

Can't it wait
till after the game?

No. My place, my rules.

Uh-oh.
She's using the mom-tone.

Told you we shouldn't
have egged Jake's car.

You what?

To be fair,

you never said
to not do that, so...

Ugh!

Okay, look.

I love you guys,
but this needs to stop.

You can't just show up here
and insert yourselves

into my personal life.

We're not kids anymore.
You're grown men.

Only physically.

Listen, Elle,
you're our little sister.

Being overprotective is
in the big brother description.

That's never gonna change.

Well,

can we at least
come to a compromise?

Uh, we're listening.

I'll agree to be more up front
and open with you,

if you'll agree
to give me my personal space

and trust my decisions.

Okay, we accept
those terms.

Good,

because there's someone
I want you to meet.

Be nice.

We're always nice.

Huh.

Hey.

George, John, Robert,

this is Qasim.

My boyfriend.

Hello.

Ellie's told me
so much about you.

Thank God.
We thought it was Gibbs.