NCIS (2003–…): Season 6, Episode 16 - Bounce - full transcript

Sir,

- you find your friend?
- Yes, I did, thanks.

- Checking out.
- Name, sir?

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

NCIS Season 6 Episode 16
Bounce V1.0 LOL

Synchro: Gaillots.

Rereading: Bruno & Magic Turtle.

Good morning, Tony.

No.

I haven't seen
that bad boy in a while.

You had a rough night?

- Yes.
- Yes, the people from Tokyo.

A few of our counterparts
were visiting from Japan.

Director Vance had
Tony show them around.

Sake bombs.

I see.

I barely made it out of there alive.

And now you hope to finish the job.

McGee, say words.

What you see before you, Ziva,
is the "DiNozzo Defibrillator".

It's been passed down
through six generations.

My family also has
a hangover remedy...

jasmine tea with lime.

That's disgusting.

Remind me never to have
a hangover in Israel.

Not that I have
a hangover now, boss.

You know I would never drink
on a school night.

- Where were you last night?
- Drinking.

- You alone?
- Of course not.

Not that there's anything wrong

with drinking bourbon alone
in your basement... with a boat.

What were we talking about?

Your alibi.

My alibi?
For what?

Who would want to impersonate Tony?

Perhaps Jack Nicholson.

You know, impersonation revenge.

Or it's a frame-up.

Jeanne Benoit?

Overseas.
Maybe it was Trent Kort.

Are you detecting a trend here?

Tony does have a way with people.

The seam split.

I can't believe it.

I know.
Discarded like a piece of trash.

No, I meant the duffel bag.

I just bought the same one.

Should have listened to the reviews.
They said the seams were a problem.

McGee, the man is folded in half.

I know.

No, that... it...
that's, you know, a shame, too.

Maybe I've been doing this too long.

Well, that's my name. It's not
my signature, but that's my name.

And to think,

I almost made it an entire year
without being accused of murder.

The guy did look a lot like you.

Not helping.

Was a little more fit, though.

- We're gonna need...
- Security tapes.

- And...
- Key to Room 742. Here you go.

- In a bit of a rush?
- Actually, yes.

I'd like to move this off the floor.

The Rosewood has
a reputation to uphold.

If there's anything else you need,

please let me know.

Yeah. We will.

Come on.

Funny, when I woke up
this morning, those...

last four shots seemed
like a bad idea.

Don't need an alibi with me,
DiNozzo.

- I'm glad you got one, though.
- Makes two of us.

Haven't seen anything quite
like this since...

Vegas, '99.

Cirque du Soleil.

Mother and I caught
two shows in one evening.

She's an admirer, to say the least.

- Aren't we all?
- Not like my mother.

She had an infatuation
for one of the tumblers

for quite some time.

Marc or Ignacio?

Yeah, I've followed Ignacio's
career for some time, and...

Why don't you quit
while you're behind, Palmer?

Quitting, sir.
I will go get the gurney.

Victim's Lieutenant Justin Grady.

Works out
of the Department of Defense.

Grady?!

You know him?

Sounds familiar.

Now that you mention it,
he kind of looks familiar.

- What did he do?
- Currently stationed as

an Adjunct Supervisor
in DoD's International Mail Gateway.

So he's a mailman?

Was a mailman.

- You got a cause of death, Duck?
- This cyanosis indicates...

lack of oxygen. That, combined
with this ligature mark...

- Strangled?
- Yeah. With a wire or a cord.

And then...

to finish him off,
they stabbed him through the heart.

Preliminary measurement shows
a three to four inch blade.

Nothing in the alley.

Room is clear, too.

Well, you would know.
It is your room.

Way to kick a man when he's down,
McBackstabber.

Ziva, witnesses?

Two. A maid and a businessman
who was rather inebriated.

They both got clear looks
at the occupant of the room.

Matches Tony's description.

Okay, that's it.

I'm out of here.

Maybe we should go easy on him.

Think he'd go easy on us?

Excellent point.

Remember me?

Renny Grant.

Civilian.
Worked out of the Pentagon.

My first collar as boss,
three years ago,

when you took
your Mexican sabbatical.

Intermission?

It was a hiatus really.

Embezzlement.

Right.

Renny was accused of stealing
over a million bucks

from a Navy credit union.
Got a witness to testify against him.

Open-and-shut case.

Sort of.

- Well, the only thing is, we never...
- Found the money.

Not so open and shut.

- Not really.
- No.

That happens sometimes.

To the rest of us.

Judge sentenced Renny to five years.

Got supervised release
three months ago.

And that coworker who testified...

Lieutenant Justin Grady.

- Yeah.
- Our dead guy.

Well, nothing like a good revenge
killing to kick off the week.

You miss me, Ren?
Is that it?

Just couldn't stay away?

Missed a lot of things.

My family...

my girl...

a nice prime rib Madeira.

You, not so much.

Yeah.
Well, here you are.

And nothing's changed,
except for the gray hair.

Show a little respect.

His name's Special Agent Gibbs.

Actually, I was talking about you.

I think I see a few sprouting.

I got a few gray hairs myself.

Three years.

It's a long time.

Of course, in an eight-by-ten cell,
feels more like 30.

That why you killed the guy
who put you there?

- Looking for payback?
- I didn't kill anybody.

So, Lieutenant Grady stuffed himself
into a duffel bag.

I want to talk to Agent DiNozzo.

Alone.

Doesn't work that way.

I came to you.

And I didn't have to.

Coffee.

Coffee machine in
the next room there?

He's gone. Talk.

- I'm innocent.
- You said that.

Of the embezzlement charges.

- You said that, too.
- I can prove it.

I'm more interested
in why the star witness

from your case showed up
in your duffel bag.

He wouldn't fit in my Samsonite.

Keep it up.
Juries love a smart-ass.

But of course,
you must remember that.

I didn't kill Lieutenant Grady.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Really? About what?

We were friends,

and he testified against me.

I had to find out why.

Grady wouldn't see me,

but I knew he'd agree
to see Agent DiNozzo,

lead investigator on the case.

So I set up a meeting
at the Rosewood.

I checked in early,

went out to eat...

and when I got back,
Grady was dead on my floor.

I don't know what happened.
I swear to God.

I panicked.

I hid the body and got the hell
out of there. I screwed up.

That's why I'm here.

You know, the last time
you told a story that thin,

the judge sentenced you
to five years for embezzlement.

Yeah.
I remember.

Too bad I didn't have this.

What's that, a good luck charm?

It's a USB drive with a paper trail
that proves I was innocent.

Took me three years
to dig it all up.

Thanks to you, I had the time.

The appeals court
won't even look at it.

I figured you might be able
to help me.

It is the least you can do.

Well,

I'll see if I can get around to it.
I don't know if you've heard,

but I am in the middle
of a murder investigation.

Don't believe a word he says.

We got motive.
We got opportunity.

I know. Why'd he come back?

That's a good question, boss.

Boss?

Was your case, wasn't it?

Yeah.

You're not going back to Mexico,
are you?

Your case, you're lead.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think it's even a rule.

There.

All right, zooming in.

That's Renny Grant.

But he didn't check out of the hotel
till three hours later.

So, where is he going?

Dinner.

Or so he says.

- What have we got?
- Our suspect.

All over Rosewood's
surveillance video.

- But no sign yet of our victim.
- Keep looking.

What?

Victim's background.
Credit cards, bank statements.

Take a look at Renny's appeal.
Use it to catch yourself up

on the original embezzlement case,
then work with McGee.

On it, boss.

Are you going back to Mexico?

No.

Rule number 38.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Yeah.

On my way, Abs.

Caf-POW!
Right.

Talk to me, Abs.

Here you go.

Thank you, Gibbs.

I was just examining the evidence
from the murder scene, Gibbs.

The room was luckily really clean,
because, you know,

hotel rooms, they can be a forensic
scientist's biggest nightmare, Gibbs.

I'm not Gibbs.

Yes, you are. Because,
if you're not, there's a problem.

And after Sister Rosita spraining
her ankle in the sixth frame

and Mr. Giggles escaping...

- Mr. Giggles?
- Stay on topic, Gibbs.

Not Gibbs.

Tell me. I can take it.

- Well, he's just upstairs...
- Wait.

I can't.

Rule 38.

So, I processed the evidence
from the crime scene...

Tony... and nothing contradicts
your initial assessment.

Lieutenant Grady entered Renny's room.
There was a short struggle.

- Broken lamp.
- During the scuffle,

- they fell onto the bed.
- Bloody pillow.

Where Lieutenant Grady was strangled
and stabbed to death.

I found Grady's blood
on the comforter.

I don't want to tell you
what else I found.

Yeah, you do.

You know me so well.
But that's gonna have to wait for later,

because I am cooking up
some awesomeness.

Awesome me.

I ran the swabs
that you took from the sink,

and I found traces of sodium tallowate,
water and fragrance.

Soap!

Gibbs would have known that.

Right.

I can also tell
by the chemical decomposition

that the sink was used
after Grady was murdered.

Killer washed his hands.

And...

left a partial fingerprint.

It's degraded by the soap,
so I can't run it through any databases,

but I should be able to pull enough
from it to incriminate a suspect.

Well, we got one of those. Let me know
as soon as you're done. Now...

who is Mr. Giggles?

Back to work!

I hope I don't have
to train him all over again.

So Tony is in charge again.

Yes.

How do you feel about it?

Tony is a competent,
capable investigator and...

a good leader.

You do not agree?

No, I agree.

It's just...

he's kind of irritating
when he's not the boss.

When he is, he walks around
with that peacock strut, that smirk.

It's like...

He's behind me, isn't he?

Smirking.

That's good timing, how long
were you waiting?

Two minutes.

Any luck
with the surveillance video?

I finally found our victim, Lieutenant
Grady. He entered through a...

- Service entrance.
- Yes.

Nearly two hours
before he was killed.

I spoke again to the floor maid

and she admits letting him
into Renny's room.

Claimed he lost his key?

McGee, stroke my plumage.

Well, nothing unusual
in Lieutenant Grady's bank statements,

but I did find a sealed file
in his records.

Well, some of his testimony
in Renny's embezzlement case

did involve classified information.

Just to be sure,
I'm petitioning the judge for access.

Nice work, team.

- I'm proud of you.
- We're sitting pretty.

Pretty as a...

Peacock?

Hey, boss.

Jethro.

Did you catch up
on Renny's embezzlement case?

Yes.

- And I went through his appeal.
- Let me guess.

Wasted three years of his life.

No, you did.

Kid was innocent.

The original case
hinged on computer logs.

Showed Renny embezzling
from a base credit union.

First National.

Using the latest
open source forensic software,

Renny dug up evidence
that those logs were falsified.

But it turns out Renny wasn't even in
the country when the money was stolen.

Where?

Iraq.

Since the computer Renny supposedly

did the embezzling
with was on base...

I get it, McGee.
The guy didn't do it.

He raises bunnies and grew rainbows,
and I put him in prison.

Come on.

Think.

Campfire.

Huddle up.

Thank you.

Okay...

Renny didn't steal the money.

That's my bad.

But it doesn't let him off the hook

killing Lieutenant Grady.

Not at all.

It was Grady's testimony
that put him away.

False testimony.

Insult to injury.

So, if anything, Renny's motive
for murder just got stronger.

What is our dead guy's motive?

Lied on the witness
stand three years ago.

Why?

Maybe he was the real embezzler.

Used Renny as his fall guy.

Sounds like a theory.

Now we just need to prove it.

- Yes?
- Jethro, come down a moment.

- Hey, Ducky.
- Tony?

Yeah, I'll be right down.

Keep it.

Ziva, I want all the transcripts
from Renny's embezzlement trial.

McGee, interviews.

If he worked with him,
you're talking to him.

Good campfire.

Congratulations
on your promotion, Anthony,

fleeting as it may be.

Thanks, Ducky.

Actually, I'm... off to a rough start.
Hope you got something good for me.

Yes, well, I found some anomalies
on Lieutenant Grady's body.

First, note this pernicious rash
on his lower extremities.

Lovely.

It continues up his back,
erupting into blisters.

Some nasty blisters.

I have a sample for you to see,
if you like.

I'll take your word for it.

Agent Gibbs...

never passes up the opportunity
of enjoying the fruits of my labor.

Yeah, his X-rays showed...

nodules on both
his upper and lower lobes.

At first, I thought they might be
cancerous lesions, but...

combined with the rash...

Valley fever.

Very good, Anthony.

- How did you know...
- Long story.

Let's just say I'm not going back
to Arizona anytime soon.

Yes, I feel the same way
about Stronachlachar.

As you are no doubt aware,

valley fever...

is native to the southwest
of the United States.

The lieutenant must have spent
some time there, and recently.

Thanks, Ducky.

That's not
why I called you down here.

Valley fever is aptly named.

Lieutenant Grady...

would have had a slight fever
when he died... most assuredly...

which would alter
my initial time of death.

By how much?

Two hours prior.

That would put time of death
around 8:30 pm?

Is that a problem?

Yeah, it is,

because Renny Grant
was having dinner at 8:30 pm,

and I've got a dozen witnesses
to prove it.

Then your murder suspect
is no longer a suspect.

Give us a minute.

I am sorry.

Just so I'm straight,
what's that for?

Putting me in prison...

or accusing me of murder?

Prison.

I think we're even
on the murder thing.

You did drop a body
down a trash chute.

Good thing my probation's up.

What am I looking at anyway
for tampering with a crime scene?

Well, it's gonna be up to the judge.
If you're lucky,

time served.

And my appeal?

- I'll write you a letter.
- Better be a hell of a letter.

I promise it will be.

Who set you up, Renny?

Can you prove
that it was Lieutenant Grady?

Already proved I didn't do it.

And now you expect me
to find the guy who did.

What exactly are you gonna do?

- Renny.
- Yeah, yeah.

Don't leave town.

I know the drill.

- You answered the wrong phone?
- What, McGee?

- Wilkins is here.
- Tell him you handle the interviews.

Well, he asked for you.

Do I have to do everything?
All right, I'll be right up.

Told you so.

I've been waiting
three years to say that.

How's life in the Pentagon, Mitch?

You pulled the Shawshank.

You put the wrong guy away.

We put the wrong guy away.
As I recall, you were his supervisor.

Hey, I just discovered
the money was missing.

Told you from the beginning
Renny was framed.

He didn't have
the computer skills...

He does now.

Worked on his appeal in the can.

How's Ziva?

Ziva?

Why?

I haven't seen her in a while.

Three years.

- Yeah, right, of course.
- Closer to two.

When she added me
as a friend on Facebook.

Ziva's on Facebook?

You ever see her knife collection?
Hurrah!

You've been to her place?

It was a double-team.

The embezzlement.

Never could figure how it was done.

Looks like Renny did.

Access logs were faked.

And with our security systems,
that's no easy task.

Would have needed
at least two people...

one to open the server port,
the other to falsify the logs.

Lieutenant Grady had a partner.

Had to be someone in-house.

Which rules Renny out... again.

It's a big list.

Our department employs
over 2,000 people.

It is a lot of work,
isn't it, Mitch?

I'm gonna need the updated addresses
and contact info.

Thanks.

You got it.

Tell Ziva I'll poke her.

You know...

Facebook.

- What are you doing?
- I'm waiting for you.

You're late.

You got something?

I had something four minutes ago.

- Why didn't you call?
- Because that's not how it works.

When I find something, Gibbs
immediately walks through the door.

Have you forgotten
all of your training?

I remembered your Caf-POW!

Horse shoes and hand grenades,
DiNozzo.

Now that that's settled,

I lifted our partial fingerprint
from the soap dispenser.

It's still not enough to get a match
from a database, but it is

definitely enough to incriminate someone
if we have a suspect...

Suspect, I know.
Got a list of 'em.

2,000 of Renny's former coworkers.

Check your inbox.

Got it.

Now, this time, if I find something,
you better already know.

What's this?

For Sister Rosita's ankle.

I stopped by the NCIS gym.

It took me about

four minutes.

And you found something.

We've got two embezzlers,
and one of 'em gets trashed, literally.

Why?

Maybe his partner got greedy,
decided he wanted all the money.

But the theft was three years ago.
What took him so long?

Well...

Maybe...

He got scared.

He found out his partner was going
to meet with the agent

from the original case.
It wasn't DiNozzo,

but the killer didn't know that,

so if I'm him,
I'm wondering why my buddy

is meeting with a federal agent.

Maybe he's going to flip on me.

He can't if he's dead.

There's our motive.
We just need our killer.

May have just found him.

Abby matched a print from Renny's hotel
room to one of his former coworkers,

a Commander Carl Davis.

Gear up.

What?

We've just never heard you
say that much at one time.

Or in a week.

Wasn't my job before.
Come on.

So, listen, boss, I just wanted to talk
to you about this before we go in.

I was just thinking,
'cause I'm the boss on this case,

I thought maybe I'd drive on the way
back, just for appearances' sake.

It's not that important, but...

never mind.

Here we go.

I'm the boss. Right.

Federal agents.

Yes?

NCIS.
Is Commander Davis here?

Well, he is gone for the week.

I'm sorry.

Look, I said he's not here.

- We have a warrant.
- Wait, what...

McGee, around back.

- I said he's not here!
- Then we won't have a problem...

- What do you think...?
- Just calm down...

You have no right! He's not here!

Wait!

You guys have got this all wrong.
He likes to be handcuffed.

And the broken nose?

He slipped.

And the lighter fluid?

Look, after what he did,
it was either that or my garden shears.

Guess it was his lucky day then.

Not yours.

The Burning Bed,

1984, Farrah Fawcett.

Torched her husband
while he was sleeping.

Second wife's favorite movie.

Maybe Commander Davis' wife
is going for a sequel.

Hell hath no fury...

Like a woman scorned.

Third wife's favorite quote.

Here, McGee.

Commander Davis' wife received this
in the mail yesterday.

Postmarked from Hawaii.

Over here.

Photos of her husband on a beach,
and he is not alone.

Obviously not the missus.

Who sent it?

Paid a private investigator
to follow my wife.

Just thought you should know
what he found.

The other husband...
how kind of him.

What do they say?

Misery loves company.

Where'd you get that...
your fourth wife?

Hold this against your jaw.

Give us a second.

I thought waking up
to General Quarters was tough.

Thank God you came when you did.

Yeah, would have been a bummer
to find my prime suspect dead.

- Prime...?
- Suspect.

For what,

cheating on my wife?

Embezzling from the Navy.

You don't play much poker, do you?

Murder of Lieutenant Justin Grady.

Jay's dead?

When?

- How?
- There you go.

Now he's got his game face on.

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Really?

You left your fingerprint
at the crime scene last night.

The lieutenant was in Hawaii?

Because I was, all last week.

And my wife has
the pictures to prove it.

I take full responsibility
for making you think

that Commander Davis was the killer.

That being said...

it's not my fault.

Apology accepted. I think.

Exhibit A, from the murder scene,

where I found
Commander Davis' fingerprint.

Except that Commander Davis was
5,000 miles away at the time.

So how did his fingerprint
get in Renny's hotel room?

I ran every test
that I could on the dispenser

and I found an interesting
chemical compound on the exterior.

Ammonia, arsenic
and hydrogen cyanide.

Broken thumb.

Cigar?

Cigar-ette...

- smoke.
- Ding!

Except it was a non-smoking room
and the smoke detector never went off.

Where did the smoke come from?

I called the hotel to get
another dispenser for comparison.

Turns out this...

is the model
they use in their hotel.

No one's ever seen...

this before.

Where'd it come from?

Gibbs could have done that with
just a look. You're such a pushover.

It came from here.

Commander Davis' bathroom.

Part... of a matching set.

Someone stole it from Davis' house
and planted it at the murder scene.

Commander Davis was set up.

The soap dispenser was planted
at the crime scene.

There was a third embezzler.

Looks that way, my friend.

No, Tony,
there was a third embezzler.

I'm looking at Commander
Davis' computer logs.

He transferred the missing money
to an internal account that he created.

Then a third user moved it
to an external one.

- Can we trace it?
- I'm working on it, but I doubt it.

Okay, pretend I'm Gibbs
and try answering again.

I am working on it,
but I doubt it, boss.

That's all I'm gonna get
out of you, huh?

I traced the account to the Caymans,
but that's as far as I could get.

- I'm sorry.
- Okay, give me something to hold.

I don't...

Thank you.

Whoever that third user is,
he covered his tracks pretty well.

Any chance it could be
my doppel-friend?

Renny?
No, that much I'm sure of, but...

given his research, you know, he may
be able to provide a little insight.

- We can find our own insight.
- But...

Trust me, McGee, if we ask for
a life vest, he's throwing an anchor.

Any luck with Commander Davis?

Gibbs and Ziva have been
interrogating him for over an hour

and he's not talking.
So, if they can't get him to talk...

- Interrogation's that way.
- I know!

You're late, Palmer.

Sorry. Had to wait for Dr. Mallard
to leave for his Pilates class.

Jamaican mocha.

I heard you were boss again,
I stocked up.

Thanks.

Just in case.

All right,

talk to me.

I got three guys who embezzled
a cool mil from a Navy base.

And Renny Grant was their fall guy.

I did my homework.

First embezzler was found dead,
second was framed for his murder.

So you think the third guy did it?

What do you need me for?

Can't find him.

Did you follow the money?

Can't find that either.

Not surprised.

It's common for embezzlers to sit
on the money for a year or two,

at least until the heat wears off.

Killer might finally be
ready for a withdrawal.

And doesn't want to share.

- What'd Renny say?
- About?

The third embezzler.

Renny knows his case
better than anybody.

You haven't talked to him.

Trust me, if I ask for a life vest,

- he's throwing me an...
- An anchor.

Yeah.

Yeah...

I guess if I put
an innocent man in prison,

the last thing that I would want
to do is go ask him for help.

But I'd do it, anyway.

Thanks, Palmer.

Again.

That's...

"Agent" Palmer.

Is there anybody here?

Pot roast looks a little well done.

Prime rib...

Madeira.

Fire department says
it's been cooking for hours.

I guess we know Renny
wasn't expecting company.

Well, he got it anyway.

Point of entry was from here.

There were security bars,

but it appears Renny removed them.

Guess I would, too,
if I had just spent...

Never mind.

Window's been jimmied.

Yes, possibly with this.

I found it behind the bookshelf.

There is blood on it.

Intruder must've dropped it
in the struggle.

Looks like Renny put up
one hell of a fight.

Well, only one thing
seems to be missing.

Renny.

Third embezzler knows Renny
might be able to I.D. him.

Yeah, well,
he's tying up loose ends.

McGee, BOLO.

- Checked it four minutes ago.
- Check it again.

Ziva, status on the traffic cams.

- You'll know when I get to my desk.
- Gibbs, coordinate with highway patrol.

I want checkpoints
at every on and off ramp.

- No hits yet.
- Widen the search.

The whole county.
No, the whole state.

- This a waste of resources!
- Just do it! Now!

DiNozzo.

What?

Campfire.

- Problems?
- No. Everything's peachy.

Nothing I like more than putting
an innocent man in prison.

Except, of course,
for getting him killed.

Renny's dead?

I hadn't heard that.

Save the pep talk.
We both know I screwed up.

Yeah.
Three years ago.

But now you're making it right.

And me proud.

You've been doing...

a hell of a job, Anthony.

Until about three minutes ago.

Get your head on right.

- What would you like me to do?
- Trust your gut.

Yeah.

I think
I'd rather trust yours right now.

Then give me my damn phone back.

Hope I'm not interrupting something

and if I am, I hope somebody's
gonna tell me about it.

What do you got, Abs?

Checking the roadblocks, boss.

So...

I was interrupting something.

Abs, what do you got?

The knife from Renny's house.
I identified the blood on it,

- the good news is it's not Renny's.
- The bad news?

You're such a cynic.
There is no bad news.

Only better news.
The blood belongs to...

our murder victim
from the Rosewood Suites.

- It's our missing murder weapon.
- Our messy murder weapon.

Which is weird, 'cause most killers,
they'd rinse before they repeat.

- Why didn't ours?
- Why don't you ask him.

He left his DNA on the handle.

NCIS handling parking tickets now?

- Where's Renny?
- How should I know?

You abducted him.

Why would I do that?

You could almost hear
the band playing in Tony's head.

He really does love this part.

He's earned it.

Larry, Moe and Curly.

The Three Stooges.

Figured out how to embezzle
a cool mil from the U.S. Navy.

But they needed a fall guy,
didn't they?

And that was Renny.

I'm the one who told you
I thought Renny was framed.

Yeah, it was a neat trick.
I'm going to have to remember that one

for the next time I want someone
to think I'm a complete moron.

Betcha five bucks
Tony does the chair-toss technique.

Ten he switches
to strong and silent.

Nah, 20 bucks he's gonna do
the picture tear.

You thought suitcase stuffed Curly
was going to flip.

So you killed him.

I'm not sure
what you've been smoking but...

And then our friend Moe
got framed for the murder.

And then you went after Renny,

because you figured he was the only one
who could still implicate you.

And with him dead,

you guys were home free.

Recognize this?

We got your DNA.

You should've stuck with embezzling,

because you're going
to get life for murder.

Okay, look...

I did follow Lieutenant Grady
to the Rosewood.

But it was just to talk him
out of meeting with you.

And the part where you killed him?

He attacked me.

It was self-defense.

Self-defense.

- Where's Renny?!
- I don't know!

I don't even know where he lives!

You left the murder weapon
at his house.

No, I left it at the Rosewood.

I don't know who took it to Renny's,
but it sure as hell wasn't me.

I can prove it, too.

I was in court yesterday, all day.

Court?

Court.

Court?

Metro busted Wilkins a week ago for drug
possession. Arraignment was yesterday.

- Which means...
- He didn't grab Renny.

Wilkins isn't the only one
with legal problems.

Lieutenant Grady's sealed file
just got unsealed.

If he wasn't lying in our morgue,
he'd be under indictment for mail fraud.

Grady was put under investigation
3 weeks ago after the Navy received...

An anonymous tip.

Yeah, how did you know?

Metro said Wilkins was busted
after an anonymous tip, too.

It gets better.

Abby says the postmark
on the envelope

sent to Commander Davis' wife
was fake.

- Photos weren't sent from Hawaii.
- No.

It was hand-delivered.

It was all Renny.

He knew who framed him.

Yeah, getting his payback.

If Renny knew who set him up,
why not turn 'em in?

He was buying time.

For what?

Remember me?

Found Sergeant Wilkins' knife?

Yeah. Right where you left it.
He's in custody.

Looking at life.

Wasn't part of the plan,
but I'll take it.

They got what they deserved,
no thanks to you.

What do you think you deserve?

Three years of my life back,

but that's not gonna happen.

Thought I told you
to stay in town, Ren.

Those tampering charges
are still pending.

That why you're here?

- I think you know why I'm here.
- You still haven't found the money?

I figured, you know,
with all that research that you did,

you might know where they hid it.

It'd be
a hell of a consolation prize.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Wish I could help.

- Heading south?
- I don't know.

Am I?

How'd it go?

I guess I missed him.

Yeah.

Well, I figured.

Boat. Bourbon.

Basement.

I get it.

There you go, boss.