NCIS (2003–…): Season 15, Episode 13 - Family Ties - full transcript

Don't lie to me, Phillip!
I'm not lying!

Then tell me who she is!
I told you. Nobody.

(laughs)
So that thing in your glove
compartment is nobody's?

Honey, please get in the car.

Come on. This is dangerous.

I will get back in your car
when you are honest with me.

(car horn honks)

Get out of the
road, dumbass!

Okay, okay.

The truth?

It's Shelley's.
Shelley?!

Honey. Honey, please.

Oh.
Just-just breathe.

I can explain. Just-just get

in the car. Rachel?

Rachel!
(shrieks)

What did you do?!

Ugh! Typical!

Where are you going?

Come-come back.

You know how much
I paid for that ring?

Please help me find it.
(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

(exhales, coughs)

That guy was right.
You are a dumbass.

See, this is mine.

This... is yours.

Bye.

Psycho bitch!

*

(whirring)

Kayla?

Hey, Dad.

Breakfast?
Uh-uh. I'm meeting
Agent Gibbs at the diner.

Mm. What? I had
your shake yesterday

and the day before that.

Sometimes I prefer
to eat my meal, not sip it.

Diner food isn't a meal.

I can remember
you used to eat Fruity Pebbles

every morning
for about a year.

Yeah, well, things change.

They certainly do.

Geez.

I got a ride to school.

From whom?
Mandy.

Uh-huh.

Dad, that's enough.
Didn't say anything.

I can hear your inner voice.

Inner voice. All right.

Yo, ready?

Need my backpack.
30 seconds.

(clears throat)

Mandy.

Mr. V.

So, how's cheerleading going?

Whatever. Kind of over it.

Ah, like ballet.

No, it's cool.

More time to study.
Study?

Told me you were putting your
senior year on cruise control.

Thinking about college.

Kayla's helping me
with applications.

Really? I didn't know that.

Sorry. Let's go.
Bye, Dad.

He didn't talk
to you, did he?

Unfortunately.
(scoffs)

(phone ringing)

Right, all right, all right.

Gibbs.

I'll see you in 20?

No. Can't, Leon.
I got to cancel.

Sorry.
Not as sorry as I am.

(sniffs)
You okay?

Uh, no. No,
not really.

I'm standing here
looking at a dead Marine.

Later, Leon.

Marine Lance Corporal
Scott Jenkins,

26, stationed out of Quantico.

Give me a time
of death, Palmer.

Well, there's not much
decay or bloating.

Based on liver temperature,

I'd say he died
between seven, eight hours ago.

The middle of the night.
Makes sense.

His C.O. said Corporal Jenkins
trained in the wee hours.

Called him "the
Midnight Marathoner."

He was in the water.
How'd he get in the water?

He had help.

Take a look.

I'm gonna go help Bishop.

Massive, recent
blunt force trauma.

He was hit
by something large.

Like a car?

I found some broken plastic
and-and glass.

Headlight?
That's what
I'm thinking.

No skid marks.

Thought jogging was supposed
to be good for you.

(laughs)

I'm, uh, really quite funny
when you get to know me,

Agent...
I'll take your word for it.
How'd you discover the body?

Right. So, I pulled over so
I could have a discussion

with my friend.

Saw the guy floating,
called 911 right away.

Where's your car now?

My friend had to go
to work. So, you have

a business card in case I
remember any other details?

No.

We got something.

Found it in the bushes.

Yeah, that's, uh...

It's actually mine.

Okay.
(chuckles)

Here's where we found
the broken headlight.

That's the impact point.

And the body was floating
here at the discovery point,

52 feet between them.

McGEE:
Based on Corporal Jenkins'

weight and the distance
he flew upon impact,

we think the vehicle
was traveling

about 60 miles
an hour.

It was foggy last night.

And that part of Route 73 is

in a valley
that's a microclimate for mist.

Corporal Jenkins had reflective
clothing on, but even

in the fog, how do you plow
into someone and not slow down?

Yeah, or just stop.

VANCE:
Gibbs?

Walk with me.

Everything okay?

No.

Kayla's been arrested.

Okay, there's your head,
so, you know this, Jimmy.

You know this.
You've got it.

All right,
the automatic doors should be...

right... here.

Ow.

(clears throat)

Doctor.

Uh. Hello, Gibbs.
(clears throat)

What the hell
are you doing, Palmer?

I was just headed out
to the eye wash. (laughs)

I accidentally got some glass
in my eyes.

Ah, geez.

Yeah, our victim has
these little pieces

of plastic and glass
embedded in his hip.

Follow me.
All right. So I was trying

to extract all the
shards for Abby

'cause she's trying
to ID the vehicle.

Oh. Oh, there we go.

That's it.

Water is good.

That should do the trick.

Oh, thank you.

Oh. Now, look here, look here.

You see anything? Uh...

Your soul.

I believe you.

Cause of death?
Well, his lungs

were filled with water,
so, official cause of death

was drowning, but I got to say,

there was catastrophic damage
to his internal organs, so,

he was not long
for this earth.

Oh, wow, Abby,
that looks great.

Stop. Don't move.
(whispering):
What is it?

(whispering):
You don't have to whisper.

I'm just saying
the slightest vibration

could make Humpty Dumpty
come crashing down.

Oh, you put it
back together.

Yup, without all the king's
horses and all the king's men.

It was just girl power.

Are you able to ID
the types of vehicles

that use this
style of headlight?

Not vehicles. Vehicle.

I know the make,
model and the year.

It never said
that he was an egg.
What?

The nursery rhyme.
Humpty Dumpty.

Never said he was an egg.

Oh, wow. You're right.
Yeah.

So, you are
looking for a blue

2013 Maserati GranTurismo.

How do you know
it's blue?

Not just blue.

(typing)

Blu Nettuno.

Lance Corporal Jenkins-- he
ran with music on his hip.

And see that little splash
of blue right there?

Paint from the car
that hit him.
Yeah. I used

my spectrophotometer
to identify the pigment.

Oh, it's a rare car.
Can't be more than a handful.

Actually, there's only
three in the tristate area,

and I have the names and the
addresses of all the owners.

One of 'em lives just
a few miles from the accident.

Abby, you're a godsend.

Hey!

(grunts)
(glass clatters)

It's a blue Maserati.

But you can't see
the headlights.

You know who would look good
in a Maserati?
Hmm?

Luis.
Luis? Like your
undercover alter ego?

Yeah, you know,
windows down, music blaring,

hundred on the freeway.
Oh.

Charlie by his side.
Ooh! I'm there, too, huh?

Yeah, you know, Charlie and
Luis are a couple, you know?

Hmm.
(alarm beeping)

You hear that?

Smoke alarm.

Where there's smoke...

(beeping continues)

Take him.

Well,

looks like it was gonna be
barbecue chicken pizza.

Is he alive?
Yeah.

And wasted.

John Kendall.

Hey! Wake up!

All right, you two chat.
I'll going to the garage.

(whistles)

Bingo.

Director.

Detective.

Sorry about this.
What happened?

Well, mall security
detained her for shoplifting.

Are they absolutely certain?

She had the merchandise
in her possession. A purse.

And she admitted it.

Look, the store owner
wants to prosecute,

so we had to pick her up.

She off school today?

No.

She never mentioned

that she was your daughter,
Director Vance.

If she had, maybe...

How old is Kayla?

She's 17.

That's better than 18.

(inhales)

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

You okay?

Mm-hmm.
What happened?

Kayla, what the hell happened?
(door opens)

(door closes)
I made a mistake.

No.

A mistake is when you step
on the accelerator

instead of the brake.

You made a bad choice.

A bad choice. I know, Dad.

Where's Mandy?
Was she involved in this?

No, Dad.
Can we just go to school?

I'm missing chemistry.

Well, you rolled big
last night, Mr. Kendall.

Found this, uh,
credit card receipt

in your wallet.

Bar tab for $120.

Wow.

So, what's your drink of choice?

Whiskey? Beer? Tequila?

Yes.

Honesty.
That's what we like in here.

So, while we're
being truthful...

how many drinks you think
you knocked back last night?

A dozen? Give or take.

12 drinks in one night.

That's enough to kill someone.

It did.
Hmm.

John Kendall.

Accountant.

One, two, three DUI arrests

in the past eight years.

I mean, how is this guy
still allowed

to be behind the wheel?

A Marine marathoner is dead,

and the town drunk
is very much alive and kicking.

Life isn't fair.
Hmm.

Why don't you tell me about
your drive home last night?

From the bar.

I didn't drive.

Your car says otherwise.

Maserati was in an accident
last night.

But I took a cab.

Sure about that?

Yes. I'm-I'm pretty sure.

I mean, I-I think so.

Wait, please tell me
my car is okay.

Well, it's not really your car
you have to worry about.

This is very me.

I need more powder.

And black light.

Okay, this is a problem.

There's no fingerprints.

On the steering wheel?
On the steering wheel,

on the dashboard, the door,

the GPS touch screen. Nowhere.

Wiped clean?
Why would Kendall wipe
clean his own car?

What?!

Personalized floor mats?
Come on.

They think of everything.

Wait, look at this.

I found a bracelet.

Is Kendall married?

Divorced. No kids.

Is this a Breathalyzer?

Yeah.

It's an ignition
interlock device.

The court mandates these
for DUI offenders.

You need to blow into here
before you drive,

and if it detects alcohol,

then your car won't start.

Kendall was drunk
the night of the accident.

Then he wasn't
driving this car.

So he's not our killer.

So, where are we?
Uh, well, Kendall's car

killed Corporal Jenkins.

TORRES:
Abby matched the blood spatter

on the car's
grill to Jenkins.

Yeah, only Kendall
wasn't driving.

Couldn't have.
The car's equipped

with an ignition
interlock device.

You have to be sober
to start it.

Kendall taxied
to the bar last night.

Left his car in the garage,
which he says was open.

Left his keys

in the cupholder.

We figure someone walked
into Kendall's garage

and took his car.

Who, McGee?

A pirate?

Actually, it's a marauder.

It's like a land pirate.

TORRES:
That's the image

on the bracelet I found
in the Maserati.

It's a mascot

from a high school
near the accident site.

The Mid-County Marauders.

The bracelets

are worn by the students
to show school spirit.

So, what, now we have
2,000 teenage suspects?

Actually, only two.

The initials GLB

are engraved on the inside.

According to
the high school directory,

there's only two students
with the initials

GLB. Only one is female.

Genevieve Lynn Bell.

BISHOP:
15 years old.

Sophomore. Very active

on social media.
She posted this pic

at 9:09 last night.

And that's her on the right.

Who's the other girl?

TORRES:
I can ask Genevieve.

I got her address.

School's out,
she should be home.

Go. Take McGee. Bishop.

Uh, car has GPS.

I'm using it to trace
where it went that night.

(piano playing off-key)
Whoa.

Isn't that Beethoven's Fifth?

Really, bro?
You're asking me?

Hi. Mrs. Bell?
Yes.

NCIS Special Agents
McGee and Torres.

We're, uh, looking for
your daughter Genevieve.

She's at school.

Mid-County High?
Isn't it out for the day?

She stays late
for volleyball practice.

What's this about?

We believe she was a witness

to a fatal car
accident last night.

She was what?

Well, there's no reason
to be alarmed, Mrs. Bell.

No reason to be alarmed?

You just said that my daughter
saw someone die.

Well, we're not exactly sure
what she saw,

which is why we want
to speak with her.

I'm gonna call her right now.
Yeah, go.

Uh, did she ever leave
the house last night?

She was at a sleepover.

With this girl?

Maya Guzman.
Uh, she was at her house.

She's not answering.
I'm gonna try her again.

Does this bracelet belong
to Genevieve?

How did you get that?

It was in the car involved
in the accident last night.

Oh, my God.

Conrad, take a break.

Sorry. I'm a music teacher.

Did you speak with her
this morning?
Yes.

She didn't say anything
about an accident.

She... she was complaining
about a history test.

Maya go to school
with Genevieve?

Yeah, and she's
in volleyball practice

with her right now.

She's not answering.

I'm sure she's fine, baby.

She just... She's busy.
She can't talk.

Look, the school's
about a half mile from here.

I can meet you there.

(knock at door)

Yeah.

Update on the hit-and-run?

No. Just wanted
to see how you're doing.

Oh.

So... my little girl is a thief.

Not a good look
for the head

of a federal
crime-fighting agency.

Not about the job.
About your family.

But the Internet
will make it about both.

Her mother would know
how to handle this.

On second thought,
if Jackie were still alive,

Kayla would have never done it.

Ah, you don't know that.

Well, let me believe that.

It makes me feel better.

You're a good dad, Leon.

I don't feel like one.

I got two latchkey kids
at home, and...

in my absence,
Kayla's found other influences.

Okay, so take the rest
of the day off.

No, I'm-I'm good.

If you're here, I'm here.

I don't have anything
to go home to.

I don't know, Leon.

Some of those moments

you don't get back.

Go home.

Be with your daughter.

(door opens)

(door closes)
McGEE:
How's Genevieve

as a student?
A dream.

Good grades, good manners,

student council, the band,

and, obviously, volleyball.

And Maya Guzman?

Genevieve's best friend.

Nice girl.
Comes from a good family.

Look, these are good kids.

Whatever you think they did,
they didn't do.

This way.

Maya Guzman, Genevieve Bell!

Right here, please.

Big match tomorrow.

We're playing our crosstown
rivals, the Sharks.

Hey, Ms. Petrie.
Hey, Maya.

Uh, where's Genevieve?

Oh, she just left.

Her, um, mom called her,
like, six times.

Oh, her dad was supposed
to meet us here, too.

I'm going back to the house.

Uh, Maya, this gentleman
is from NCIS.

He would like to
speak with you.

Um, can we do this
after practice?

We don't make appointments.

(door unlocks)

Hey.

Hey.

You're home early.

I guess I'm sitting down.

I don't know, Dad.
What do you want me to say?

Start by telling me
what happened.

You know what happened.

And I still can't believe it.

Help me understand
why you decided to skip school

and steal a purse.

Not all of school.
Just first and second period.

Don't you get cute with me,
young lady.

Kayla, what were you thinking?

I guess I wasn't. I'm sorry.

And that's it?

Stop looking at me like that,

like I killed your cat
or something.

Kayla, you committed larceny,

not to mention truancy
for skipping school.

Misdemeanors, not felonies.

Technically.

But larceny carries
a maximum penalty

of a $5,000 fine
and a year in jail.

First-time offenders
usually get off

or, at worse,
community service, right?

Sometimes, but that doesn't
change the fact that you...

And I'm only 17, so it's not
gonna go on my permanent record.

Kayla,
where are you getting this?

Online.

I read if I don't get off,

I can enter a
diversion program

and ask for probation
with deferred proceedings.

Kayla, you committed
a serious crime.

You already said that.

But you are not listening.

You're not listening!

I said I'm sorry!

It's over.
It won't happen again.

It's... Sit down. Sit down.
Just leave it alone.

We're not finished. You are...
Leave it alone!

Kayla!

(knocks)

What?

Who are you?
Who are you?

NCIS Special Agent
Timothy McGee.

The Bells here?

NCIS?

What did they do?

W-W-Wait, who are you?

I'm the homeowner.
The Bells' landlord?

Well, I was
until ten minutes ago.
Why? What happened?

Guy just called me up out of the
blue, said they're moving out.

No explanation,

no notice, no nothing.

You think you
know someone.

They seemed
like such a nice family.

They sure left in
a heck of a hurry.

Couldn't bother to
take all their crap.

They cut up their credit cards
and left their cell phones.

(engine starts)

Whoa, whoa.

Stay there.

Mr. Bell!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

(tires screeching)

Oh, come on!

So, Maya, where
is Genevieve?

Genevieve Bell.

Your friend.

Where is she?

RICARDO:
Excuse me, Agent Gibbs.

First off, tell us
why we're here.

BISHOP:
Maybe Maya can.

Let's talk about your sleepover
the other night.

Now, what happened
after you took this photo?

She's not gonna speak to you.

Mr. Guzman, it'll be easier
for everyone if you cooperate.

Easier for NCIS,
you mean.

I'm not
just Maya's father.

I'm also her lawyer.

And until we know
why we're here,

I've advised my client
to say nothing.

Vehicular manslaughter.

The night of your sleepover,
a Marine was jogging

along Route 73

when he was struck and killed

by a car owned by John Kendall.

Do you know him, Mr. Guzman?

Kendall?

He's my neighbor.

Yep, that's right.

But he wasn't driving.

And we think we know who was.

You girls go on a joyride?

Not a word, Maya.

Where's your proof?
If you had any,

we'd be sitting
in a less comfortable room

with a one-way mirror in it.

We can arrange that.

We found this

in the car.

Initials "GLB" on the inside.

That's Genevieve's.

Well, Agent
Gibbs, it seems

like you're talking
to the wrong girl.

This conversation
is over.

Let's go, Maya.

VANCE:
I'm not gonna do it.

Jack, no special treatment.

Then why not just tell
the detective that?

You afraid
you're gonna say yes, Leon?

Listen,
you would not be

the first father to call in
a favor to help their kid out.

You pulled strings for me.

You're not my kid.

And that was a matter
of life and death.

This is a valuable life lesson.

Valuable for her or you?

Point taken.

How do I get her to talk to me?

Put yourself
in her shoes.

You're a teenager.

You've just done the stupidest
thing in your life.

And your dad's
the head of NCIS.

She's mum
because she's hiding something.

Or she's embarrassed.

You're an investigator.

Find out.

You got this.

McGEE:
The Bells.

Christopher, Julie,
and Genevieve.

On the run
since last night.

Even left their credit cards
and cell phones.

So they couldn't be traced.
TORRES:
Well, their first stop

after giving McGee the slip...

Not what happened.

...was the bank.

They emptied
their savings account.

They took nearly $23,000.

BOLO found their car
at 4:00 this morning,

abandoned on
a secluded residential street.

Why flee?
Well,

we're thinking Genevieve
was the hit-and-run driver.

They didn't want her
to go to jail, so they ran.

Well, that seems extreme.

TORRES: I agree.
They blow up their lives,

become fugitives,

just to protect their daughter?

Either of the parents
have a record?

Dad does. Assault conviction
when he was 18

for a fight
outside of a Metallica concert,

but nothing since,
and Mom's spotless.

What you thinking,
boss?

Two teachers,

established in
the community.

They drop everything
and they vanish?

They're hiding something.

Send this picture down to Abby

and get Maya back in here.

Welcome
to the uncomfortable room

with the one-way mirror.

I'm gonna tell him, mija.

What?
Yeah? You gonna
tell me what?

I'm the one
that ran over that Marine.

N-No, Daddy...
Excuse me, Maya.

I'm ready to confess,
Agent Gibbs.

I stole John Kendall's car.

It was foggy
that night.

I couldn't see
the jogger.

It was an accident.

I'm sorry.

Is that what happened, Maya?

No...

She's lying, Agent Gibbs.

No, Mr. Guzman, you're lying.

Kendall's car had GPS.

We tracked
its movements that night.

Security camera
at a convenience store.

See? There's the Maserati.

There's your pal Genevieve.

Look who's driving.

Enough.

Maya.

(sniffles)

It's like Agent Bishop said.

Mr. Kendall's garage door
was open.

And we just wanted
to take some pictures.

That's all.

But...

then we saw the keys
in the cupholder, so...

You went for a joyride.

It was really
foggy that night.

When we were
driving back,

all I heard was this
loud bang, and...

So we got out
of the car,

and we searched the whole area.
I swear we did.

But we didn't see anything.

We thought maybe it was just a
deer that ran off or something.

Now, you returned Kendall's car.

You wiped off your fingerprints,

you closed the garage door,

and you snuck back home.

(crying):
I'm so, so sorry. I...

We didn't know it was a person.

(sobs)

It was a Marine.

(crying)

I'm sorry.

Oh.
Come with me.

Okay. Nice
to see you, too, Abby.

No time. We have a problem.

Uh, what's the problem?

Look.

You don't notice? Gibbs noticed.

Gibbs notices
everything.

Notice what?

Mother and father
have blue eyes.

Their daughter, brown eyes.

BISHOP:
Uh, that's...

weird?
It's more than weird.

I mean, genetically,

parents with blue eyes can
have a brown-eyed child,

but it's like a
genetic magic trick.

So Gibbs had me run the DNA
from the toothbrushes

they left at the house...

Uh-oh.
"Uh-oh" is right.

DNA is not a match.
The Bells are not

Genevieve's biological parents.

So, what,

she was adopted?
Well, that's what I thought.

Adoption records are sealed,

so I had the high school scan

and send over a copy
of the birth certificate.

Now, it says here that Genevieve
was born in West Virginia

in 2002, and
the parents

are listed as Christopher
and Julie Bell.

Yeah, but they're not.

They're definitely not.

And this is definitely not

a real West Virginia
birth certificate.

It's a forgery.

So if they didn't
adopt her...

They kidnapped Genevieve
when she was an infant.

They just did it again.

(knocking "Shave and a Haircut")

Oh.

Hey. Is Kayla here?

She's at the library.

I'll come back.

I think it's best if you don't.

Message received.

(knocking)

Look, Mr. V, you don't like me,

fine, but Kayla's
a great person.

I'd be nowhere
without her.

You know, she believes in me.

More than my own father does.

And I never thought
college was an option,

but she's doing everything
she can

to make sure
I have a chance to go.

GIBBS:
Anything

on the Bells' location?

Abby might have something.

She just called McGee down.

What do we know
about this family?

Well, Abby ran Genevieve Bell's
DNA through the system

and got a familial match
to this guy,

Martin Curtis. In and out
of prison for the past

15 years for robbery
and second-degree assault.

A real peach.

Brown eyes.

Curtis is listed
as the father

on the birth certificate

of Genevieve Curtis,

born in Wheeling,
West Virginia,

on the same day
Genevieve Bell was born.

According
to the birth certificate,

17-year-old Brittany
Rudd was the mother.

Was?
She died six months after
giving birth to Genevieve.

Drug overdose.

Her dad was in prison,
her mom was dead,

so Baby Genevieve should have
entered the foster care system.

It never happened.

No record of Genevieve Curtis
after 2002.

How'd the Bells know
about Genevieve?

Brittany Rudd was a junior in
high school when she gave birth.

Julie Bell was
her English teacher.

Ah. That's the connection
we've been missing.

A week after Brittany died,
Julie suddenly quit her job,

and the Bells moved to Virginia
with their daughter Genevieve.

So there was no legal adoption?

No. It appears
they just took her

and pretended she was theirs.

This Curtis guy,

he know he's a dad?

BISHOP: Well, if he doesn't,
he will soon.

Law requires us
to tell him.

McGEE:
Hey, Abbs.

You wanted to see
Genevieve's cell phone?

I do. But, first,
look at this.

Okay, what do you see?

Again with the photo quiz?

Oh, come on, McGee.
Just play with me.

What's Genevieve wearing?

A sweater.

On her neck.
Headphones.

And what's not
on the headphones?

A wire.

Oh, they're Bluetooth.

Please, tell me

that there is
a headphone app

on Genevieve's phone.

Ooh, I see where
you're going.

Well, see, I got it,

but Bluetooth has a range
of maybe 30 feet.

I don't see how this
is gonna help us.

Well, because the new versions,
they alert the user

whenever the headphones connect
to a new network.

So when Genevieve's using
the headphones...

Oh, there she is.

Harvey Motel, downtown.

Nice work, Abbs.

(quietly):
Yes.

(music playing over headphones)

Dad?
Mm-hmm.

GENEVIEVE: Are you sure
running's the right decision?

Well, if we want to stay
together as a family,

it's the only decision.

(sighs)

I'm sorry
I messed everything up.

Hey, hey, hey.
Listen to me.

(sighs)

It's horrible what happened
to that Marine,

but our life is not your fault.

But because of me,
our secret's out.

Yes, and because of me, we have
a secret in the first place.

(sighs)

Your mother and I knew
this day might come.

We've been looking over
our shoulder for 15 years,

but we've prepared for it,

and we're doing
what we have to do.

(door opens)

Chris, come on.
We got to get out of here.

What's the matter?

I just saw an NCIS agent
downstairs in the hotel office.

All right, forget the
suitcases. Let's go.

Dad, no.
JULIE:
Honey, come on.

We can do it. Let's go.
(knocking on door)

McGEE:
Mrs. Bell?

NCIS.
(whispering):
Come on.

We'll go out the back way.
McGEE: Mrs. Bell.

(knocking on door)

I don't want to run anymore.

SLOANE: Mr. Curtis,
thank you for coming in.

I didn't do anything.

We know.

Would you care for coffee?

Right.

You just brought me in
for social hour?

JULIE:
She was a, uh,

a precious baby.

And we wanted to help Brittany,
so we...

we would watch Genevieve
when she'd go to work.

Only Brittany did
more than work.

She was out partying
every night.

JULIE: Until one day
when Genevieve

was six months old,

and then Brittany
didn't come to pick her up.

Right. She overdosed.

SLOANE:
Mr. Curtis,

there's no easy way to ask this,

but are you aware
that you're a father?

If she wants money,
I got nothing.

I make $9.40 an hour
cleaning toilets.

I got my own problems.

So you know you have a daughter.

Britt sent me photos.

Brittany, your
ex-girlfriend.

Genevieve's mother.

And do you know
that Brittany passed away?

Yeah, I heard.

And do you know what happened
to your daughter after that?

I figured she, uh...

I don't know what I figured.

JULIE:
Yeah, her no-good boyfriend

was in prison,
both her parents were dead.

They would've put Genevieve
into foster care,

and we couldn't
let that happen.

We'd grown too attached.

Yeah, but you couldn't adopt her

because of that assault
on your record.

That disqualified you.

Stupid fight when I was 18.

Yeah. So you forged
a birth certificate

and she became your daughter.

Not the way we planned
to become parents, but...

We don't regret it for a second.

CURTIS:
So these people

stole my baby?

Not stole, rescued.

Uh-huh.

But I could still sue them.

Uh, for-for kidnapping
or something.

They have money?

Think about what you are
proposing here.

Do you really think

that's in the best interest
of your daughter?

What about me?

What's best for me?

JULIE:
Agent Gibbs,

will we ever see her again?

McGEE:
Well, of course they will.

Won't they, Director?

It's not our call.

Family court will
have to sort this out.

That's crazy.
They raised her.

Yeah, but the biological
father has rights.

Biological felon.

I don't like it either,
but that's the law.

There's got to be
a better way.

I'm open to suggestions,
Agent McGee.

SLOANE:
You sure you want to do this?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Just say
what's in your heart.

(sighs)

Okay.

Genevieve, this
is Martin Curtis.

Nice to meet you.

You're big.

How old are you now?

Fifteen.

What grade is that?

Uh, tenth.

I met Brittany
in the tenth grade.

Your mom.

My mom's in the other room.

What is this?

Genevieve just
wanted to meet you.

Mr. Curtis,
I have a question.

Will you let me go?

Sir, filing a lawsuit

against the
Bells would mean

you are seeking legal
custody of Genevieve.

I can't make any promises.

Please.

I want to live with my parents.

It's complicated.

Please.

What's her name?

Your mom.

Julie.

Chris is my dad.

They take good care of you?

I love them very much.

The thing is...

It's-it's... .it's just, uh...

(sighs)

Let me get a look at you.

Fifteen.

Wow.

You grew up.

I named you Genevieve.

Did you know that?

I named you.

What do I have to sign?

GIBBS:
This document.

Signing it will
award legal custody

of Genevieve to the Bells.

(sighs)

Hi, Mom.

(softly):
Oh, Gen.

Gen. Oh...

(crying, laughing)

How are you?
I'm okay.

Are you okay?

*

VANCE:
So, Genevieve gets to live

with the only parents
that she's ever known.

Wow. Crazy story, Dad.
Mm.

She's lucky to have
parents like that.

Yeah, yeah, she is.

Just as I'm lucky to have
a daughter like you.

(chuckles) Yeah, right.

A thief.

What?

Your friend Mandy is 18, right?

Yeah.
Mm.

I checked her record.

(chuckles softly)

She's got two
shoplifting charges,

as a juvenile.

If she got a third,
this time as an adult,

maybe college
doesn't happen.

Maybe.

You, however,
are still 17.

You have no record.

You've been granted
early acceptance to Georgetown.

A small indiscretion
wouldn't ruin your future.

I think you confessed to a crime
that you didn't commit,

so your friend could get
a higher education.

So, if I don't get probation,

I could get up to 30 hours
of community service.

You think I should work
at a homeless shelter

or teach people
how to read?

They both sound like very
noble volunteer opportunities.

I'm thinking
the adult literacy classes.

Can help somebody
change their life.

You already have.

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