NCIS (2003–…): Season 15, Episode 14 - Keep Your Friends Close - full transcript

Help, please, please.

Everyone who looks at me...
(screams)

...they think I did that to him.

Did you murder
Lieutenant O'Connell?

No.

This injury, it's the result
of a left-handed swing.

ABBY: Whoever murdered
Lieutenant O'Connell

was a serial killer.

Starting over can be
its own special kind of hell.

Listen, we just broke
for lunch recess.

There's a sushi place
around the corner.

To whom did Mary Smith give
her statement 11 years ago?

GIBBS: If I tell the truth,
Fornell loses everything.

JUDGE: Agent Gibbs,
answer the question.

FBI Agent Tobias Fornell.

HICKS:
Agent Gibbs,

thank you.

SLOANE:
He knows we're here.

Switch hitter.

He played us.

Game's not over.

(rock music playing)

(engine starts)

(siren wailing)

No, no, no, no, no.

JONES:
Turn off the ignition

and exit the vehicle
with your hands up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
All right.

Keep your hands up

and slowly walk backwards
toward my voice.

All right.

Yo, look, I don't know
what you think I did.

(laughing):
But I didn't do it.

Stop.

Put your hands behind your head,
interlace your fingers.

Hey, hey. Whoa, man.

Yo, I went to the
police academy, too, okay?

I know my rights.

SANCHEZ: Sir, the vehicle
you were driving

was reported stolen.
What?

No, I didn't steal anything.
This is my van.

SANCHEZ: So you got
the registration?

It's in the mail.

SANCHEZ: You want to think
some more about that, sir?

The system says otherwise.

OZZIE:
Yo, listen to me, man.

Yo, listen to me.

I didn't steal this van.
Oh, my God.

We got a 10-82.

What?

(stammers) You think I
don't know what that means?

I went to the academy.
Yeah, calm down, sir.

All right, all right...
(stammers) Yes.

I stole the van. Okay,
I never saw it before today.

Van's not mine, okay?

But wh-whatever's going on
inside that barrel,

I-I didn't do it.

*

(speaks indistinctly)

Hey, Bishop.
Hmm?

Did you hear what just happened?
Oh, yes, Nick.

They-they just made an
announcement in the elevator.

Okay, see,
when you're sarcastic,

you're supposed to be funny.

What happened?
Okay.

McGee cracked
the Thomas Brown case

for the San Diego office.

What? How?
He came in

20 minutes early, did some
ninja stuff on the computer,

and all of a sudden, boom!

Another win
for the NCIS team, baby.

There he is.

Look at that heavy hitter, huh?

Were you doing a victory lap
or something?
No.

I was downstairs checking out

our new car floor mats.
BISHOP:
Oh.

We got new mats?
Yeah.

Well, I noticed the ones
in our sedans

were losing grips at the bottom.

Didn't want anyone to slip
and get hurt,

so I put in a request
and made it happen.

Ever since you had
these two babies,

you've been on fuego.

Oh, that reminds me.
I'm compiling

a video story anthology
for the twins,

so if you two could contribute,
it would be great.

Seriously, McGee, it's
like you're super dad

with superhuman agent powers.
No.

Superhuman powers means
you can lift a car off of a kid.

Okay?

Which I... I've done once.

Dead body, boss?

Eyes in the back of
your head, McGee.

Navy commander in Alexandria.

Come on. Let's go.

You sensed the dead body.

See?

Superhuman agent powers.

Ugh.

Uh, victim is
Navy Commander James Willis.

38 years old.

Reported missing
a week ago today.

That's about when I'd put
the time of death

based on the decomposition.

Gunshot wound to the head.

Likely the cause of death,

but I want
to get him back to autopsy,

properly unpack him
before I make any assumptions.

You know what they say.
"When you assume..."

I don't.

Well, right.

I mean, you-you don't.

You don't
because you have a gut,

which is...

way different.

Uh, there are a bunch
of rags in there.

Killer's DNA could be on them.
Yeah.

I'll bring them up to Abby
as soon as I unpack him.

Hey, boss.

Guy's name is Ozzie Duncan.

First he said he didn't steal
the van, then he says he did.

GIBBS:
Which one is it?

McGEE:
Second story checks out.

He hot-wired the van
in a grocery store parking lot.

He had no idea
what was in the back

or that the van he was lifting
was even stolen.

The van was originally stolen

from outside the owner's house
ten days ago.

That's just before
the commander went missing.

Well, there's a good chance
the original thief

was involved with the murder.
Next of kin?

Reeves is, uh, talking
to the commander's wife now.

WOMAN:
Last time

I saw James was...

the day he disappeared.
Yeah.

A week ago today.
Yeah.

He went to work.

And after that, he stopped
to visit with his mother.

The hospice nurse
said that he was there

between 7:00 and 8:00, but...

he never made it home
after that.

And what about his mother?

Did she remember
anything unusual?

No. No, she was in hospice.

She was...

she was almost incoherent.

She died two days later.

I'm sorry.

Do you ever just feel like...

like it's all too much?

I don't know

how to live without him.

Mrs. Willis...

the CACO can connect you
with a grief counselor.

No, I don't want a therapist.
I think

it might be helpful
for you to sit down with...

Everything that I told you,

I told them all already

when James went missing.

I told the police,

the Navy Absentee person,
the private investigator.

None of them did their job.

What P.I.?

You said you spoke to
a private investigator.

Who was it?

I-I don't know.
I think I... (sniffles)

Uh, I have his card in here.
Um...

he came to the house
looking for James.

I thought he was
working with NCIS.

He wasn't?

REEVES:
Gibbs.

Yeah, there's a P.I.
working on this case.

I think you're gonna want
to talk to him.

MAN (over intercom):
In the garage.

Tobias.

What the hell is going on?

What's going on?

You got me fired, remember?

You're parking your car
in the driveway now.
You would've known that

had you bothered
to answer any of my calls.

Oh. Tobias C. Fornell,

licensed private investigator.

Ain't life grand?

He is right behind me,

and you got to say no.

Say no to what?

(door opens)

Director.

It is good

to see you.
Likewise.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

The Commander Willis case.

It was my understanding...
Yeah.

Yeah, I was canned
from the Bureau

thanks to his testimony

in court.

Hey. It happens.

I told him.

We don't normally work
with P.I.s.

Are you mad at me
for some reason?

No.

You're into P.I. work now?
I am,

and I got to say,
it's been good for the soul.

Anyway, your victim,

Commander Willis, took out
Mm-hmm.

multiple high-interest loans

from a place called
Cash-Line Direct.

He was late in paying them back.

The company's collection calls
went unanswered for weeks.

And they hired you
to track him down.

When I showed up at the door,

wife told me
that he was missing.

And that was yesterday.

It was three days ago.

So you got a jump on tracking

Commander Willis' movements.

And I'm more than willing
to share what I have so far.

Well, using Agent... Mr. Fornell

as a source

makes sense to me.

Gibbs?

Sure.

Then have at it.

I'll run the briefing
from my office.

Director, it is so good

to be working with you again.
Likewise.

It's impressive.

Does this desk make me
look important, guys?

I really like the vibe in here.

Still no sign of Gibbs?

Oh.

Uh, well, actually,
he just called.

He said he got held up
and to start without him.

Oh.

Then let's do this.

Our victim, Commander Willis,
worked at the Pentagon.

McGEE: Job could've gotten him
mixed up in something.

Unlikely. He worked
in the Support Services office.

Dealt with phones

and equipment maintenance.

Nothing classified.

What about his record?
Nothing on it

except for his debt
to Cash-Line Direct.

At first glance,
he looked like a Boy Scout.

But he's not?

Oh, that is beautiful.

Not what I was expecting.
What?

From a guy
who also uses a corkboard?

Tobias, is that

the Sky-Glove 4800?

Oh, McGee, you-you got
a little drool there.

Whoa.

Security footage

from the Oxtail Grill
in D.C. last month.

That is Commander Willis.

Ooh.

I ID'd the guy

he's fighting with
as another Navy commander.

Sean Evans.

It got pretty heated.

Did you talk to Evans?
No.

He's stationed
on the USS Hoover.

That's in port in Norfolk.

Yeah, but without my FBI creds,

I couldn't get access to board.

Should've had Gibbs
pull a string.
I tried.

And he said no?
He didn't say anything.

He's been avoiding me.

He didn't want me on this case.

Didn't show up to this briefing.

Till I saw him today,

he hadn't called in weeks.

He may feel bad
for ratting you out.

Why would he feel bad?

Look at me.

I'm over it.

I'm thriving.

Plus, he did the right thing.

He made sure
that justice

was served.

So why would he be dodging me?

Maybe you three could do
a little investigating.

Oh, no.
Oh, hell no.
We don't investigate Gibbs.

(knock on door)

Oh, hold on.

(sighs)
Gibbs.

Anything?

Gabriel Hicks,

a man about town.

I tracked quite a few movements
this week,

but they didn't
add up to much.

We just need
to be patient.

Oh, yeah. Patience.

Got it.
Real good at that.

Hey, some good news.

I'm making headway
with Jessica Shaeffer.

As long as she's his lawyer,
she's not giving us a thing.

Well, not knowingly,

but people slip up
when they get comfortable.

Yeah, well, I know you.

You're friends.

You're not working
her hard enough.

Look, sooner or later,
we will find the evidence

to put Hicks away for good.

Later's not gonna work.
Why? What happened?

Fornell.

I can't stand looking at him.

(Gibbs sighs)

It's like I'm lying
right to his face.

Wait, he still doesn't know
he was right?

You haven't told him
that Hicks is guilty?

I don't want him knowing
until we arrest Hicks.

Don't try to change
my mind on this, Jack.

I'm not.
I got to protect him

from himself.

You're right.

I am?
Yeah.

Fornell lost everything for what
we all thought was justice.

But if he knew the truth,

who knows how far he'd go
to bring Hicks down?

I get why you didn't tell him.

And you still think I should.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Palmer.

I'll be right down.

My neighbor quit his job
to become a beekeeper

and said that bees
can read his emotions.

He only gets stung when
he's upset or distracted.

I-Isn't it amazing
how connected we all are?

There's even a bond
between human and honeybee.

Why are we talking bees?

I read an online profile
for Commander Willis here.

It said that he dabbled
in beekeeping. (chuckles)

It is a reach, I know.

It-It-It's important for me
to speak with the dead,

but I don't have nearly
as many historical references

to draw from as Dr. Mallard.

So you reach.

Own it.

Well, yeah.

I'll just do that then.

I'll own the reach.

Thank you, Jethro.

Own it faster.
Right.

Uh, moving on.
Uh, the cause of death

was, as suspected, the single
gunshot wound to the head.

Bullet?
A .380,

recovered and
currently with Abby.

She also has
all of those rags

that were stuffed in
beside the body.

Oh, and the drum itself,

which happened to be holding
more than just Commander Willis.

Acid.

It's a base, actually.

When I was unpacking the body,
I saw that his feet

must've been sitting in it
at the bottom of the drum.

How much?
Less than a gallon.

Abby identified it
as sodium hydroxide,

more commonly known as...

Lye.

Dissolving a body.

Good way to get rid of evidence.
Yeah.

Except such
a small amount of lye

never would've gotten
the whole job done,

which, of course,

begs the question...

Commander...

what was your
killer thinking?

EVANS: I knew he was missing,
but you're telling me

somebody killed him?

Willis is dead?
BISHOP: Yes.

How did you know
Commander Willis?

We went to the academy together.

He was as close to a brother
as I've got.

(over phone):
Come on.

(grunting)

Yeah, okay.

Turn it off.

What were you fighting about?

Money.

His mom was sick.

It was a rare kind of cancer.

He wanted her to have the best
care, but he couldn't afford it.

I loaned him $8,000.

It was a lot of money.
I needed it back.

When he said he didn't have it,
I got angry and...

said some things
I shouldn't have.

A week ago today, can you
account for your whereabouts?

Look, I can see
where your heads are at.

But I never
would have killed Willis.

He was my friend.

Besides, he paid me back
three weeks ago.

And then she said,
"I love you, too."

And then Bert the Hippo, he gave
the bunny a great big hug

and he promised
that, that they would

wear matching collars
from that day forward.

The end.

Good night, Johnny.
Good night, Morgan.

(Reeves clears throat)

What's all this?

It's my bedtime story

for the twins' video anthology.

Clay, I've got you down
for chapter 22.

How do you find the time
to put all this together?

ABBY:
That is a good question.

McGee, since
the twins were born,

you haven't even missed a step
at work.

So, what do you got, Abbs?

See how he just dove
right back into work there?

Abbs, you told us
to get our butts down here.

Um, well, I'm still
analyzing the rags

that were found in the drum
with Commander Willis' body,

but at first glance,
it looks like they were used

to clean up the location
where he was shot.

And what about the bullet?

That's why I wanted
your butts down here.

So, I ran ballistics.

The weapon used to shoot
Commander Willis was a .380.

REEVES:
Was it in the system?
ABBY: No.

But two bullets with the
same striations were.

McGEE: Two other
people were killed

with the same gun
in the same way.

Yeah. Execution style.

And both within the last year.

Are the cases related?
No.

The only link is that they
were both murders-for-hire

carried out by some
unidentified hit man,

which means...

Someone put out a professional
hit on Commander Willis.

Hey, yo. Look who I found
in the lobby.

FORNELL:
Leave the FBI,

it's Lord of the Flies
down there.

Security got out
the pitchforks

when I tried to
come up unescorted.

McGee, what do we know?

Well, Commander Willis was shot
by an unidentified hit man

who committed two other
unrelated murders.

BISHOP:
Can you confirm that?

Gibbs.

Fancy meeting you here.

Where you going?
GIBBS:
I got to get a thing.

I think I'm catching
something.

Sounds important.

BISHOP: Yeah, okay,
thank you for your help.

Got something.

I just confirmed
that six months ago,

Commander Willis served on the
jury of a high-profile trial.

The People v.
Albert Hathaway.

The Ponzi King?
Bernie Madoff wannabe.

TORRES: That thing was in
the news for, like, months.

Hathaway was
an investment advisor

who cheated his clients
out of millions of dollars.

And Commander Willis was on
the jury that convicted him?

He was foreman.

So, we're thinking Hathaway
pulled off the hit from prison?

JESSICA:
He has got plenty
of connections,

and, from what I heard,

Hathaway's a real
piece of work.

Thanks. Smartest
person in the room.

according to him.

(chuckles)
And what about the jury?

What about 'em?
I don't know.
Did you hear anything?

They were sequestered for months
on a trial

where everyone knew the guy was
guilty from day one.

That's frustrating.

For sure.

What?
Jack, what are
we doing here?

These questions you're asking--

it isn't insider lawyer
information.

You could have looked it up
online.

Okay.

I need to talk to you
about Gabriel Hicks.

You know I can't discuss him.

He's still my client.
I know that.

You were never a hundred percent
sold on Hicks' innocence.

I get that.

Jess, it's more than that.

Listen, Jack.

He was exonerated,
and rightfully so.

I just need you to hear me out.

I can't discuss him.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I should go.

I really am behind on work.

No. No, no. Stay.

Stay.

You're right.
I won't bring him up again.

Please.

You're the only friend I have

who will watch
reality TV with me,

so I'd be really bored.

You have my eggs.

Oh, yeah. I'm not
into scrambled, no.
I don't want this.

I didn't do it.

You didn't do
what, exactly?

Any of it.

Any of what?

Mishandling of peoples'
finances.

My executive assistant had
access to all my passwords;

she's the one
that you want...
Mr. Hathaway,

that's not why we're here.

Do you know him?

No, I don't believe I do.

BISHOP:
His name is
Commander James Willis,

and he was foreman on the jury
that put you in here.

I've compartmentalized
large portions of the trial.

Truly, the emotional trauma
was debilitating.

I guess my not knowing
his exact face

would be something akin to PTSD.

Not even close, man.

HATHAWAY:
The same man?

The foreman?

Yep.
You trying to
pin this on me?

I've been in here
for six months.

They took me directly
from sentencing to booking.

Albert.

Do you know any hit men?

This is ridiculous.

Maybe you do know one,
but, you know, PTSD...

...made you forget.

Hmm.

I don't know anyone like that.

Well, Mr. Hathaway,
when we listen

to all the recordings
of the phone calls

you've made in here,
you better hope

we don't find you even talking
about the weather

with someone who connects
back to this case.

Hey, Abbs.

Got your text.
What's going on?

REEVES:
Hi, there, mate.

Have a seat.

Okay.

McGee, we've been
thinking more

about how you've been managing

to stay on top of everything.

REEVES:
This...

is one of four coffee cups

I pulled from your trash...

today.

But you weren't drinking coffee
out of these coffee cups,

were you, McGee?

I tested

the remnants from the cup.

Do you have anything
you'd like to say?

Sure.
I've been drinking Caf-POW!

That's great work.

You know, the first step
of recovery is admitting

you have a problem.

What? I don't have a problem.

Abby drinks this stuff
all day long.

I have been building up
my tolerance for years.

I need the extra caffeine
to stay awake, okay?

There's not enough hours
during the day.

I feel guilty when work
keeps me away from the twins,

and I feel guilty when the twins
keep me away from work.

McGee, you're like this giant
hamster on a giant guilt wheel.

You need

to get off
the wheel.

Okay, I'll stop drinking it.

Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.

This tough love thing
totally works with me.

It's, uh... it's very effective.

So, what do you guys say?

We stand up,
talk about the case?

Yeah.

Adjourned.

So, the rags that were stuffed
in the drum with the body...

They were used to clean
the murder location.

Yes. The killer left no DNA,

and it is
Commander Willis' blood.

But the rags themselves,
they're made

of a new, high-end microfiber

that's sold wholesale
to various companies.

How many?
A lot.

But I was able to identify
a cleaning solution

called Swiftex.

It's specifically made to
dissolve biological matter.

I cross-referenced
the rags with the cleaner,

and I got a hit on a company
in D.C. that buys both in bulk.

Crime Scene
Tru-Clean.

Yeah, it's like a professional
crime scene cleaning company.

That's a good job, Abbs.
Text me the address.

Oh, uh, McGee,

Bishop and Torres
are already there.

I really just called you
down here for the intervention.

Oh.

WOMAN: The night your
sailor went missing,

two of my workers
didn't show up for work.

The Barrett brothers.

What happened?
Next morning,

I was doing inventory.

Three liters of lye
were missing,

along with four bottles
of Swiftex and my floor buffer.

I confronted
'em about it.

Michael and Joey Barrett
are their names.

They stole the stuff.
Sure did.

I fired 'em on the spot, and
if I don't see my floor buffer

by tomorrow, they're gonna be
in a world of hurt.

Do you happen to have
their home addresses?

No, they move around so
much, I can't keep track.

But if you want to find 'em,
I do know

that they eat almost every meal

at that disgusting place
over on Sixth.

The raw food place?
No.

The place that serves only pizza
and French fries.

Can you imagine eating that crap
for every meal?

BISHOP:
Mmm, my mouth is watering.

Have you ever eaten there?

No.
Mm.

Well, it must be good

if people are willing
to wait in line like that.

A lot of times,

people are idiots.

Which one's which?

Uh, this one is Michael,

and...

that's Brother Joey.

TORRES: Are you guys seeing
what I'm doing out here?

I'm killing it!

BISHOP:
Mm, get over yourself, Nick.

You're waiting in a line.
No, dude,

I'm making all these people
believe that...

a guy
with this body fat percentage

would actually eat here.

I'm fitting right in.
Oh, this feels good.

This feels really good.

You went to the briefing
at Fornell's place?

Yeah. Why?

How'd he seem?

FORNELL:
I'm peachy.

Thanks for asking.

Tobias?

Café table by the restaurant.

What are you doing here?

(chuckles) Wait, you're
surprised that I'm up to speed?

I still have some contacts at
NCIS who will answer my calls.

So,

let's catch us
a couple of Barrett brothers.

GIBBS:
You can't arrest anybody.

I am well aware.
Hell, you can't even carry
a weapon.

As a civilian, I can.

Are you carrying
a weapon?

I may have a little something
going on.

How did you even get
on this frequency?
I've been working

with you people for 15 years.
You think I don't know

what frequency you're on?

And don't tell me...

Targets at your six,
Torres, heading north.

Torres, move.

JOEY: You always get
your order to go.

MICHAEL:
What are you talking...?

Tobias, stay.

I'm not your poodle, Gibbs.

JOEY:
I want to order pizza.

Hey, Barretts.
No, I'm not...

Don't move. NCIS.

Go, go, go!

(grunting)

Fornell!
I got him!

Look out.

(panting)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

(tires screech)

Freeze!

(clicking)

(chuckles)

Not bad.

Mr. Fornell.

Word traveled quickly about
your creative takedown.

Well done.
Thank you.

You know,
that's all I wanted from Gibbs.

A little appreciation.

Yeah, I heard
he took your Taser.
Smashed it

on the ground
like an animal.

Whatever's going on
with him, uh,

I'm starting
to take it personally.

MICHAEL:
It's not an operation.
Basically...

Director, you have any idea?

Couples therapy is not
in my job description.

JOEY:
Michael was approached about
starting a business on the side.

Damn it, Joey,
it's not a business.
Okay, fine!

Doesn't Gibbs have a rule

against putting suspects
together?

He put 'em together
because he knew

they'd do all the work
for him.

Doesn't even have
to ask them a question.

It's like I want to be mad
at him, but I just can't.

We were hired by a hit man
to get rid of a body

and clean up the mess.
Is that better?

Just so you know,
this is the first time

we ever worked for a hit man.

No, you-you
didn't work for him.

I let you help.

He only talked to me.

He hired me.
We only said yes

for the money.

Did he ask you that?

You said if we cooperate,
he'll go easy on us. Look,

the hit man shot
the Navy guy

in an abandoned factory
behind this hospice.

Enough, okay?

We cleaned it up.
I told you to let me

do the talking.
We were gonna

dissolve the body

in the barrel,
but we got fired

before we could steal
enough lye.

Damn it, Joey!
Could you let me talk, please?

The hit man said we were
supposed to dump, not dissolve.

We dumped the body in
the Potomac instead. That's it.

The end.
State police

pulled over a stolen vehicle.

Found the body
in the back.

Wait, someone stole
the van that I stole?

You didn't dump the body?

You said there was gonna
be a second cleanup.

I was gonna dump
both bodies at once.

You had one job.

Dump the body.

I was going to.

What's second cleanup?

It was supposed to happen
right after the first one,

but it's been a week.

Call still hasn't come.

What call?
Hit man is putting
us up in a motel.

It's the Stargazer
over on Dixon.

One of us is supposed to stay
there all the time to pick up

the landline when he calls
with the cleanup location.

Which is what you should have
done, like I told you to.

Oh, my God, you're not
the boss of me, Michael.

Wow.

They deal with dead bodies

and eat nothing but junk,

yet they live
like my Aunt Judy.

They love to clean.
Hmm.

(toilet flushing)

Bathroom's clear.

Took you guys long enough.

You got to be kidding me.
Hey,

Director Vance gave me the nod
to be here.

Great.
It is great.

It's great that I'm here.
It's great that you're here.

It's great that I get
to sit here and watch you

squirm for reasons
nobody knows but you.

The whole damn thing

is great.

Uh, I'm gonna...

go get some pizza and fries.

I mean, we have
to sit here

and wait for the hit man
to call, right?

Who knows
how long we'll be here?

(phone ringing)

Look, Gibbs...

I can't talk right now.

You with Fornell?

Yeah.

Then I'll do the talking.

Hicks is still inside
of his apartment.

No activity for the past hour.

That's it?
(sighs)

Hey, I'll call you back.

Jessica...

I was coming to drop
some papers off to my client,

and I saw your car.

(sighs)
Hey.

Hey, I can explain.
You know what,

forget it.
There's nothing you can say.

Hey. Hey, Jessica. Jessica.

Jessica, I tried to
tell you at breakfast.

I thought we were friends.

This whole thing
has been one long con

to get something on Hicks.
Listen to me,

I am your friend,
and I'm worried about you.

Hicks is a psychopath.
He's dangerous.

I have to go.
Hey, he is
ambidextrous.

Do you get it?
You think he's innocent

because he's right-handed, but
I saw him at the batting cage.

I saw him crush ball after ball
left-handed.

You were following him then,
too?

Please, just think
about what I'm telling you.

Jack, go home.

Before I decide
to go public

with NCIS's harassment
of an innocent civilian.

(coughing,
blowing nose)

(sighs)

(coughs)

Watched phone never rings.
(grunts)

Want to play charades?

You go first.

Okay, I've got one.

Sounds like "brass mole."

What do you
want from me?

I want you to act
like your normal awful self,

not this awful self.
Let it go.

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you.
You did the right thing

in the courtroom.

I know I did.
I'm over it.

How many times
do I have to say that?

You're over it, but you
keep bringing it up.

Because you're avoiding me.
I'm not avoiding you.

Gibbs, this is me.

This is me.

You do this
to other people,

not to me.

You were right.

Okay?

You were right.

I told the truth about you
in the courtroom.

I sunk your career.

We've established that.
Afterwards,

I found out
I did it for nothing.

You were right.

Hicks is guilty.

He should have been
locked up all along.

You sure?
Yeah.

How could you not tell me that?

Never mind.
We'll duke that out later.

Right now
we've got to get Hicks.

Tell me what you have
on him so far.

Sloane and I--
we got it handled.

You're shutting me out?

I'm trying to protect you.
From what?

I've got nothing left
to lose, Gibbs.

The job, yeah,
I'm over that.

But the way Emily looked at me

when she found out
about all this...

Tobias, I'm gonna
make this right.

I'm gonna put this guy away.

But you won't trust me
to keep my head.

(door unlocking)

That's all right.

I wouldn't know how
to trust you now either.

Uh, is he
coming back?

No.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

(man speaking indistinctly
over phone)

30 minutes.

We'll handle it.

Got a location.

Cleanup starts
in 30 minutes.

The hit already happen?

No.

It's about to.

Got it.

Hey, and, Bishop,
watch your six.

Location: 4236 Barker Avenue.

All right, how much
time do we have?

Well, cleanup happens in 30.

So the hit can happen
any minute.

Okay, 4236 Barker
is a residence.

It's a house belonging
to Patrice Jansen.

Well, I'm running
a search through our files.

Her name sounds familiar.
You know it?

No. Any reason why
she'd be targeted?

Her passport was scanned
at Dulles 20 minutes ago.

Looks like she's returning
from a week overseas.

McGEE:
Oh, the reason

Jansen's name sounded familiar
is 'cause

I saw it on the juror list.

She was on the jury for
the trial of Albert Hathaway,

same as Commander Willis.
You think this Ponzi guy

is killing the whole jury
that put him away?

Get Gibbs.
(line ringing)

Hi, you've reached Patrice.

Sorry I missed your call.
(sighs)

Jansen's phone's going
to voice mail.

Gibbs is not picking up, either.

(water bubbling)

*

(clattering)

(meowing)

(muffled yelling)

You recognize him?

No.

NCIS.
(gasps)

PATRICE:
Someone paid to have me killed?

Why?
We think it was connected
to a jury you served on.

The Hathaway trial?

There's another victim,
also on the jury.

Commander Willis?

Uh, what do you mean "victim"?

Are you saying James is dead?

Yes.

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

(gasps)

I'm sorry.

(voice breaking):
I can't...

I can't do
this right now.

(sniffles)

Is that a bee

on your necklace?

(gasps)

Jury was sequestered for months.

You got close
to Commander Willis.

(sighs, sniffles)

I-I knew he was married.

I-I... I knew it was wrong,

but I fell in love with him.

I... I loved him.

Uh, Gibbs?

(Bishop clears throat)

McGee ran the plates on
the hit man's vehicle.

Mm-hmm. Who is it?

Name is Dominic Malecki,

and up until now, he managed
to keep his record clean.

And we still can't
connect him to Hathaway.

I don't understand.

Why am I in this room?

I thought that you had
more information

on who killed
my husband.

(door closes)

I think that you're the one
with the information.

I told you everything I know.

Phone calls and
a money transfer.

They tied you to
a gun for hire,
Dominic Malecki.

You put a hit out
on your husband.

TORRES:
And Patrice Jansen,

the woman that...

he had an affair with.

(shudders)

He spent our entire life savings

on experimental treatments
for his mother.

She was beyond... help.

It was everything that we had.

You knew that he was cheating,
and that was the last straw.

I deserve...

his life insurance.

He owed me that.

(line ringing)

FORNELL:
Gibbs?

Uh, I'm in your office.

(door opens)

Side door was open.

You mean
after you picked the lock?

You got to get better security.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

Everything Sloane
and I have on Hicks.

It's still not enough,

but it's a start.

So... you ruin me,

you punish me for ruining me,

and now you're asking me
to do this with you?

Yeah, mm-hmm. Yeah, I am.

I'm in.

(sighs)

Hey, Tobias...

Don't say it.

I don't like it
when you break your own rules.

What about Sloane?
Yeah.

She down with me
being part of this?

Uh-huh, she's
on her way in.

Just stopping by
to see a friend first.

(sighs)

(car door closes)

Hey.

Oh, thanks for coming.

Of course. Should
we go somewhere?

Uh, I only have a minute.
I'm meeting with a client.

Hicks?
No.

I couldn't shake it.

What you told me about him
at the batting cage.

I did some digging.
And you found something?

I told Hicks
to secure new counsel.

Why? What did you find?

I can't say.
I'm not his lawyer anymore,

but everything I know
is still privileged.

Jessica, please...
Jack, all I can say is,

don't stop digging.

Got it. Thank you. Thank you.

Okay. I'll call you.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Gibbs?

Jack, I'm here with Fornell.

When you gonna get here?
(engine starts)
Oh!

(alarm blaring, dog barking)

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?!

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