NCIS (2003–…): Season 8, Episode 12 - Recruited - full transcript

After a college fair at a high school, in Fairfax, Virginia, in the burbs of Washington, DC, a disguised unknown assailant shoves a Navy recruiter, Simon, a petty officer first-class, down a staircase and then crushes his skull; Gibbs and company investigate. Dr. Walter Magnus, Ducky's predecessor, sad and confused, suffering from Alzheimer's disease, visits, and he offers advice. Tony and McGee pursue one unpleasant and unproductive lead, then Tony and Ziva meet one of Simon's friends, who leads the gang to another person, who also proves to be a dead end. Tony and Ziva visit another suspect, who tries to escape. Gibbs and the gang eventually figure it out, confront the killer, and help to recruit a new sailor.

Well, Allison,
the most valuable asset

in America's Navy today
is personnel.

Smart, dedicated,
young people

just like yourself.

The best our country
has to offer.

Here, take these home

and read them over
with your parents.

You got a big decision to make.

Okay, thanks.

Oh, sorry,
I didn't see you there.

(grunts)
Whoa!

(moaning in pain)

(gasping for air)

♪ NCIS 8x12 ♪
Recruited
Original Air Date on January 18, 2011

McGEE:
So...

- where is she?
- Who?

Tony, Ziva's been gone
since Thursday.

Oh, this... Ziva.

Gosh, I hadn't noticed.

(scoffs) You are lying.

Magoo, I have better things
to do than to obsess

over the whereabouts of our
little Miss Fancypants Ziva.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, for instance,

there's lunch.
Today I'm thinking falafel.

Tony...

All right, she spent the weekend
with him.

Him who?

The Sire of
South Beach,

the King of Key West,
the man with the... Mr....

I'm running out of things
to call him.

She won't even
tell us his name.

Morning.

Gorgeous day.

It's 27 degrees out.

Who are you?

(clears throat)

My name is, uh, is Magnus.

I'm meeting with Dr. Mallard.

Oh, okay.

Is Ducky in
the pond yet, McGee?

I haven't seen him.

You're welcome to wait here,
though, if you'd like.

Uh, if you don't mind, I...

I'd like to-to wait in...
in Autopsy.

(chuckles) You sure?

Smells funny.

Well, that's... that's a matter
of opinion.

It's a matter of dead bodies.
Stinky.

Your escort will be happy
to take you there,

Mr. Magnus.

Uh, Doctor, and...
I-I think I know the way.

All right.

Friend of yours, Tim?

He says he knows Ducky.

Looks familiar.

Come on! Grab your gear!

Don't want
to miss the school bus.

Class trip, boss?

Got a dead petty officer
in a high school stairwell.

Janitor found him this morning.

Oh. ♪ The wheels
on the bus go ♪

GIBBS AND TONY:
♪ Round and round,
round and round... ♪

(camera snapping)

Whew! Heck of a fall.

Guess nobody heard him.

In high school, no one can
hear you scream.

Of course, it wasn't high
school, was it?

It was space; Alien, 1979.

Ridley Scott and that
Sigourney Weaver.

Tall drink of water, but you...

Shutting up, boss.

Nose is broken,
jaw looks shattered, too.

GIBBS:
Got an I.D.?

"Petty Officer First Class
Simon Craig, 27."

Did two tours overseas, then requested
a transfer back to the States.

Been working out
of the Naval Recruiting Station

in Alexandria
ever since.

Musty stench of high school
stairwells.

Copped my first feel in a
stairwell very much like this.

Alice Kratzenstein.

Hey, DiNozzo.

Anyway, I.D. and cards are gone.

No cash.
Robbery.

Gone bad, maybe.

Navy ring's still on his finger.
GIBBS: His watch, too.

Check with the school for
kids with discipline problems.

Find out who he reported to.

Ducky will give us
a time of death.

Where is Ducky?

Dr. Mallard is...
is right behind me.

At least he was.

Why do people
always get killed

in the least
accessible places?

I once found a ship's cook
all chopped up

an-and left in a...
in a deep fryer.

The sailors nibbled on him
and the... and the calamari

for days.

Could someone please help me
down the steps?

My... my knees aren't
what they used to be.

Magnus, right?

Right.
And you're, uh...

you're Gibbs.
I-I-I remember you.

Yeah. Yeah,
I remember you, too.

Doc, you can take a look,
but you can't stay here.

It's a crime scene.

Oh, sure I can.

No, you can't.

Well, I'm, I'm not
gonna bother you.

I'm not gonna touch
the... the merchandise.

I'm just here as a...
as an observer today.

(quietly): I hope so.
You're retired, Doc.

I'm sorry.
Retired from what?

NCIS.

Tony, meet former
medical examiner

and my esteemed predecessor
Dr. Walter Magnus.

Ma-Magnus is my guest.

Bringing guests to crime scenes
now are you, Duck?

Only ones that used to be me.

Oh, the clock's
ticking, Gibbs.

You-you really should get
this man into autopsy...

be-before we all die of...
of old age.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

Very nice to see you again, Doc.

DUCKY:
Recognize that light box?

(chuckles) I think it might
be older than you are.

(chuckles)
Nothing's older than I am.

You know, Walter,
when you called

to say that you were coming

to visit at such
short notice,

I was a bit surprised.

Well, there's no-no time
like the present.

Retirement does have
some advantages.

It's not how you
felt when you left.

I-I knew I'd left the
department in-in good hands.

You-you've done a fantastic job,
Donald.

Thank you, Doctor.

Rest assured it hasn't been

without its challenges.
(chuckles)

Tell me,
are you still living

with your lovely wife
in South Carolina?

Sweet Elizabeth passed...

almost a decade now.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no,
don't be.

We had 47 years of happiness.

A man... a man can't ask
for more than that.

And your daughter?

Since her mother
died, we, um...

Jenny and I, we-we
don't talk much.

She has her
own family now.

People grow apart.

Life goes on.

Well,

you'll always
be welcome here.

It's, it's good being back,
Donald.

(chuckles)

(typing)

Petty Officer First Class
Simon Craig.

He's a local kid out of
Chesapeake City, Maryland.

He single?

Never married.

His parents died
in a car accident

when he was a kid.

He was raised by his
older sister Nina.

Nina runs the family
crabbing business.

TONY:
Mmm, crabs!
Get a loaf

of bread and a
pitcher of beer.

Glad to see you haven't
lost your appetite, DiNozzo.

Sister's on her way now.

Recruiting station?

I spoke to his boss,
Chief Petty Officer Jerome Carr.

The Alexandria office
is anxious to cooperate.

Check for rejected applicants.

Rejects R us, boss.

VANCE:
Gibbs...

I need a moment.

How are you holding up Leon?

How do you think.

I'm on a strict diet of paperwork
and painkillers.

Glad to have you back.

Glad to be back.

Considering the alternative.

Where are we on that recruiter case?

We're just getting started.

Ah, it's a hell of a lot
of catching up to do, Gibbs.

Did you sign anything,
did you read anything in my absence?

No.

It comes with the job.

Better you than me.

No doubt I'm appreciative,

but since I got hurt,
we've been on SECNAV's radar,

and I want to prove

that recent events haven't
influenced things around here.

It's gonna take you a while
to get on track, Leon.

You're lucky to be alive.

You don't think I know that?

No, I do think
you know it.

I think
you also feel responsible.

Things needed to be dealt with.

All right, then, suck it up,
move on.

Get back to work, Agent Gibbs.

You, too, Director... Vance.

(door closes)

(sighs)

CARR:
I informed the district office
in Richmond

of Petty Officer Craig's death.

This is a tremendous loss
to the Navy.

He was a good man.

How's the recruiting business
been, Carr?

We're up about five percent
from last year.

Not everybody makes
Uncle Sam's cut, huh?

Absolutely not.

There are written
and physical evaluations,

a full criminal background check
and then the interviews.

So, if everything's looking up,

who would want to kill
Petty Officer Craig?

One guy really held a grudge
against Craig.

Kept calling, leaving
threatening messages.

Even contacted our commanding
officer at District.

The train wreck have a name?

James Zanetti.

Our recruiter job is
to find career sailors.

Zanetti had issues.

(whistles) That's
an understatement.

Work address is on the form.

Knock yourselves out.

ABBY:
It's amazing that you guys

didn't have all these
computers and stuff,

and you solved cases, like
really complicated cases.

I mean, I know that coroners
were doing forensic autopsies

back then, but it
wasn't until 1975

that the FBI
installed their first

automated fingerprint reader.

That sort of revolutionized
what I do, or what, what we do.

I-I-I haven't understood one...
one thing you said,

but I'm, I'm all for it.

Uh, forensics have certainly
changed, haven't they, Doctor?

Yes, indeed.

You should see her when she
gets excited about a case.

ABBY:
Gibbs, Gibbs,
Gibbs, Gibbs!

Come meet Dr. Magnus. He's
like a forensic history book,

and he's adorable.

I mean that with the utmost
professional respect.

Yeah.
We've met.

What do you
got, Abbs?

Well, I digitally lifted

a boot print from Petty Officer
Craig's facial features.

After he was hit
at the top of the steps,

he landed at the bottom of the
stairs with multiple contusions,

a concussion,
broken bones,

but this was the death blow.

It was a single downward blow.

that crushed the front
of his skull.

DUCKY:
Leading to a severe
temporal hemorrhage.

You have details
on the boot print, Abbs?

Yep.

It is a Global Trailbreaker
work boot.

Un-Unbelievable. What I would've
given for a, a, a piece of,

of hardware like her.
I mean, like,

like, like this.

Well, you were part of
a different era, Walter.

An era that had to work
harder for results.

Ah, hell, Doc, nothing
to be ashamed of.

There was also a wood tack

embedded in the boot's
rubber heel, and Ducky found

particles of sawdust
in the grooves.

Killer's a woodworker.

Thank you, Abbs.

He...

He, he just kissed her.

Well, consider it an innocent
gesture of endearment.

(sneezes violently)

Cover your mouth.

I'm allergic to sawdust.

Mostly pine.

Better with hardwoods,
you know, walnut, oak.

Were you a sickly child?

'Cause I'm betting
you were a sickly child.

I need my inhaler.

I want Ziva back.

All right, let's just
get this over with.

Where's Zanetti?
Aha!

What do you think about
the dude at the chop saw?

Forearms like Popeye?

Tattoos?

Let's approach him carefully.

James Zanetti...

turn off the chop saw.

(saw buzzing)

Zanetti, federal agents!

(groaning)

(saw buzzing)

Hands in the air, now!

Oh, hey. Did you
break Zanetti?

I offered to drop the
lumber assault charge

if he confessed
to Craig's murder.

Oh. Yeah, he almost put your
head in a Cuisinart, though.

Yeah, well, Zanetti admits
to sending hate mail

to the recruitment office,

but swears up and down
he didn't kill anybody.

And you believe him.

Took an extension
class last night.

Couldn't have done it.

"How to Pick Up Girls."

That guy?

So now what?

I'm going to be checking
disciplinary records,

and the guidance counselor

gave us a list of five kids
Craig was advising.

TONY:
I thought you
were in Miami.

You look... positively Alpine.

He came to me.

We went skiing again,
this time to Vermont.

TONY (laughs):
Vermont. That's...

so quaint.

They have all those
lovely little

country inns, and,
uh, cozy fires,

and sticky maple syrup
that gets everywhere.

He enjoys nature,

and I discovered that
he's a fantastic cook.

He made this-- oof, delicious-- osso bucco.
TONY: Aren't you lucky.

So he's a real
Renaissance man, huh?

He is an experienced man,

who knows how to
appreciate life.

There is a difference.

So when do we
get to meet him?

And please tell us his name.
TONY: Oh, no!

Please. Let me guess.
Zeus?

Uh... Thor.

His name is Ray.

Ray?

What a nice little name.

Ray, like Ray Kroc or
Ray Charles or Sugar Ray?

Um... I promise you,
Ray is a good man.

My brother loved the
Navy, Agent Gibbs.

And he loved helping
people even more.

That's what made him
such a good recruiter.

A man has to enjoy his work
to do it well.

Personal life?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Women.

Guess it won't
do any harm now.

What?

Telling the truth.

Agent Gibbs,
my brother was gay.

We didn't talk
about it much.

Couldn't.

Was he involved with anyone?

High school teacher.

English, I think.

Teacher have a name?

TONY (clears throat): Glenn
Block, tenth-grade English?

You're looking at him.

NCIS.

Special Agents
DiNozzo and David.

ZIVA:
We would like to speak
with you for a moment.

Of course.

It's about the murder of
Petty Officer Simon Craig.

We understand
you knew him?

We were friends.

According to some, you were
a little more than friends.

Um...

BLOCK: We'd been seeing
each other for about a month.

It was comfortable, you know?

Unfortunately, I'm also in
a committed relationship.

Did your other partner know
about Petty Officer Craig?

It's not a man.

It's my wife.
Oh, boy.

Penny threw me out. I've
been staying in a motel.

So... is she angry
enough to kill?

Don't be ridiculous.

She didn't kill Simon.

How can you be so sure?

I've been married
to her for 11 years.

I know.

We will need to talk to her.

Please.

Do you understand what
something like this

could do to our lives?

To my career?

(school bell ringing)
Don't envy that guy.

At least he's being
honest with himself.

With who he really is.

No one said life is easy.

Wow. All that skiing
made your blood run cold.

I'm not being cold-hearted.
I'm being realistic.

At least the wife
knows the truth.

TEENAGE BOY:
Dad, don't stress.
I'll handle it.

BOY'S DAD: No, you won't
handle it, Paul.

TONY:
Hey, check it out.

I think that might be one of
the kids Craig was talking to.

It won't take away
from anything else.

You've made those promises
to me in the past.

Yeah, well,
I'll keep this one.

Paul Simmons?

Yeah?

NCIS. Could we talk
to you for a second?

Actually, we're a little late
for a meeting with his

guidance counselor.
We'll be quick.

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah, that's the Navy guy
I've been talking to.

What Navy guy?

ZIVA:
When did you see him last?

Last week, maybe.
Why?

He's dead.

Wow.

Simon was a cool guy.

Anything you can tell us
would be helpful.

There's nothing to say,
really; we just talked.

About...?

School. College stuff, mostly.

Listen, we really do need
to be getting inside now.

Paul. If you can think
of anything else,

anything, uh, unusual,

give me a call.

(school bell ringing)

TONY:
Have a nice day.

What was that all about?

Come on, no more surprises.

Boots?

Mm-hmm. I see.

Is this, uh, is this
Willy Wong's, uh, Wok?

Willy... Willy's been
closed for, for 13 years.

Who, who is this?

Ber-Bernie's...
Bernie's Burritos.

Oh... Well, thank you
very much, Bernie, but (coughs)

I, uh, I was kind of in the mood
for... for Chinese food.

I told you, things have
changed around here.

Um. I guess, I guess so.

You wanted to see me, Duck?

Ah! Yes, Jethro.

Take a look
at these bruises.

Many of them go
well below the surface

and into deep muscle tissue.

Guy fell down stairs, Duck.

Bruised a lot of things.

MAGNUS:
Those, those are older...

injuries.
Even with these eyes,

I could, I could see that.

Contusions sustained days
before his death.

Craig was in a fight?

A beating is more like it.

Dr. Magnus is correct.

And there are other signs
of past injuries.

Yeah, poorly healed
bone fractures.

This was not
Petty Officer Craig's

first physical encounter.

Look, I know, I know
it's a bit unorthodox,

but in Mr. Palmer's absence,

I was wondering
if Dr. Magnus

could, uh, continue to offer

his expertise
if you've no objections.

No, it's fine with me.

Walter, why don't you
put on some scrubs,

and we'll, uh...

Walter?

Walter?

Oh, uh, oh, I'm, I'm sorry.
I was just...

(clears throat)

You know, it's been a while
since I observed a...

an autopsy. Um...

Think I could use a,
a little... a little air.

Mm.

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps on)

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Glenn Block's wife was just
arrested on a DUI charge.

There was also a pair of
Global Trailbreaker work boots

in the trunk of her car.

Bring her in.

GIBBS:
You know him?

Seen him before.

He's dead.

Won't catch me crying over him.

Petty Officer Craig
fought for his country.

And I'm fighting
for my marriage.

And nobody is
giving me a medal.

When did you learn about
your husband's affair?

I had a feeling
something was up,

so I followed him.

Found his car,

parked at a motel
off the interstate.

Wasn't what I was expecting.

Your husband ever do anything
like this before?

You think I'd be here if he had?

Eight days ago, you made
a large withdrawal

from your bank.

We think that you hired
someone to assault Craig.

Teach him a lesson.

Anything you would
like to say about it?

I hope it hurt.

So you admit it.

I'm not admitting anything.

Maybe I should call a lawyer.

For the DUI,

the assault or the murder?

(clicks tongue)

Where were you,
night before last?

At a bar.

Looking for a real man.

You got a lot of
hate in you, Penny.

Yeah. I hated Craig...

for stealing my husband.

I hated the embarrassment.

I hated the humiliation.

But you didn't kill him.

What do you think?

Somebody. Talk to me.

The night Craig was murdered,

Penny Block was in Alexandria

at a bar called,
appropriately enough,

The Alibi Room.

Was anyone unlucky enough
to pick her up?

Well, according
to the bartender,

most of the evening
was spent in a booth

with a truck driver
named Ernhart.

Could've hired somebody
to do this, too.

What about the five kids

Craig was recruiting? Anything?

Two were with family, two were
playing varsity basketball

in Reston. The only one
that had any contact

with the petty officer

that night was...
Paul Simmons.

ZIVA:
The boy we spoke to.

Paul lost his mom a few
years ago to cancer.

He's an only child.

His father Lance
was recently laid off

from a local factory job.

No substantial run-ins
with the law,

but his, uh, school file
indicates multiple suspensions.

Details?

The school has a history
of racial problems,

all sorts of
social tension,

but none of it links Paul
specifically to any of it.

Petty Officer Craig had no idea
what he was walking into.

Boss, uh, Director Vance
wants to see you.

DUCKY:
Have any of you seen Dr. Magnus?

- I've been looking for him everywhere.
- Nope.

Uh, sorry, Duck, not here.

You try the break room?
Well, it's odd--

he left Autopsy a while ago and
seems to have just disappeared.

Maybe he went home.

Uh, possible
but unlikely.

Well, I'm sure he's fine--
perhaps he went for a walk.

Yeah. I'll check the lobby.

(knocking)

Come in.

You want to see me?

Mm.

(door closes)

Recruiter case.

Now, you could've
called it anything else--

why a potential hate crime?

A zebra has stripes, Leon.

Politically, this
is not the kind of attention

I was looking for right now.

What do you want me to do,
sweep it under the rug?

I've never turned
a blind eye to a victim;

I'm not about to start now.

Do you have a basis
for your evaluation?

Violence wasn't new
to Petty Officer Craig...

only this time
he couldn't fight back.

Gibbs, even with the change
in military regulation,

you're about to tick off
a lot of very important people.

Maybe.
It's a hell of a can of worms.

Well, someone's got to open it.

And it might as well be you.

Mm.
Hmm.

(long sigh)

I'm tired.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

You need more time, Leon.

You should take it.

No.

Can't do that, Gibbs-- that's...
that's pretty clear to me now.

And that's your decision.

Yes, it is.

Abby, I got
your message.

I came as quick
as I could.

Now, did you have
a forensic epiphany

on the recruiter case?
No, not exactly.

Well, what is it?

It's Dr. Magnus--

I found him.
Oh, thank goodness!

(chuckles) I was beginning
to worry about the old man.

You know, for
someone who...

Ducky, please.

Your friend needs you.

Wh-Where is he?

He's back here.

How long as he
been like this?

Well, I don't know-- I was
out of my lab for a while,

and then I came back in
and turned the lights on

and... there he was.

I asked him if there was
anything I could do

to help him, and he just
kind of looked at me and smiled.

Walter?

It-it's me, Donald.

Donald?
Yeah.

That's a hippo.

Yes, it is.

Fascinating creatures.

Their sweat... is
the color of red.

It's true.

Disturbing.

But-but beautiful.

Walter... what's going on?

I love it here at the zoo.

So much to see.

Like-like the hippos.

It's a beautiful place.

Um...

help me get him up.

(grunting)

Go and get him
some water, please.

Okay. Okay.

Where am I?

(knocking)

It's open.

Mr. Simmons?

Agents DiNozzo
and David,

NCIS.

(door closes)
Yeah, I remember you.

If I'd known

you were coming, I...

(chuckles)
would have cleaned up.

Yeah. So...

looks like you're
doing a little, uh,

renovation.

Yeah, I'm doing it myself,
in case we have to... sell.

What can I do for you?

Uh, we actually wanted to ask Paul
more questions. Is he around?

Nah, that kid comes and goes.

17-- you know how it is.

So he's, uh...

pretty interested
in going in the Navy, huh?

(chuckles, scoffs)
You kidding?

No, not my Paul.

Why is that?

'Cause he's never been
able to take orders.

You know, he marches
to his own drum.

So you had no knowledge that he was
talking to Petty Officer Craig?

No, I didn't. I hope
he didn't waste that guy's time.

How would that
be a waste?

Because he's my kid.

Because I know what
he's capable of, and...

you know, if he joined
the Navy right now,

that wouldn't be good
for you or him.

(door opens)

LANCE:
Hey, Paul.

Remember
these agents

from this morning?
Yeah. Sure.

They just want to ask you some more
questions about that recruiter who died.

I already told you
everything that I know.

It'll just take a second.

LANCE:
Hey, Paul!

Hey! Wait!
Stay here!

ZIVA:
Stop!

Don't move!

(tires screeching)

Paul, get out of the car.

Turn the engine off!

Now!

So, why'd you run, Paul?

I don't know.

Agents just wanted to talk.

You hiding something?

I got scared.

Scared of what?

Everything.

You remember
Petty Officer Craig?

Good guy.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, he just
wanted to talk, too.

I'm beginning to think you
just don't like to talk, Paul.

I didn't do that.

I didn't hurt anybody.

Agent Gibbs...

my son is not a killer.

May 2010, you got in a fight

after school;
suspended.

September, same year,

another fight;
suspended again.

You got a temper, Paul.

Those weren't my fault.

You don't understand.

Witnesses put you at
the college fair the other day.

They saw you with
Petty Officer Craig.

I stayed for a
few minutes.

We talked; I left.

Yeah? Where'd you go then?
Home.

Prove it.
I can't.

Wait, all right, that's enough.

I think you met with
Petty Officer Craig afterward.

No.
You were talking

to him in the stairwell,
weren't you, Paul?

No!
That's it!

This-this is over.

Let him answer.

We need to speak privately,
Agent Gibbs.

Now.

(exhales)

You can't do that!

Yeah, I can, as long
as you're present.

Look, Paul might
be hotheaded,

he might be stubborn-- he
did not kill that sailor.

Your son has a history
of acting out.

Well, what kid doesn't?

He admits he saw Craig
before he was murdered.

You heard him.

He was home.

Where were you?

Where were you,
Mr. Simmons?

Were you out at a bar?

Were you out
picking up a 12-pack?

I was passed out in my car,

drunk.

Look...

ever since his mother died,
Paul's had it rough.

She understood him.

You know, he just needs a little...
a little guidance.

You lose a parent that young,
like he did, he's messed up.

That's all.

(whispers):
He's still got a father.

Act like one.

Here we are.

The healing powers

of a single cup of tea
are the equivalent

of several hours rest.

(chuckles)
So they say.

There are many things my
Scottish ancestors got wrong,

but taking the time to savor
a nice cup of Darjeeling

was not one of them.

Walter...

I called your
daughter Jenny

in South Carolina.

You are not estranged from them.

In fact, you live with her now,

and the two boys.

She's been terribly
worried about you.

Yeah, Jenny, uh,
Jenny's a sweet kid.

She's like her mother.

Then why did you run away?

Why come here?

(pants)

This, uh, this job...

this-this place...

was... well, it was...

it was everything...

t-to me.

Well, I understand that.

(wry chuckle)
Walter, you know.

But now you have
grandchildren,

and you have so much
to share with them.

But, uh...

I mean, then...

my... my-my life had...

it had purpose!

Your family is your
purpose now, Walter.

You have a responsibility
to those two boys

to teach them
everything you can.

But damn it, I can't!

I mean, don't...
don't you see?

Before the-the
symptoms started,

before the...

...hell, Alzheimer's
diagnosis...

...I would run cases
in my head.

Ev... Every autopsy,

ev-every detail,
I remembered it all.

And now...

there's nothing!

That's why I came here,

just one last time,

thinking that...

that-that maybe it would...

it would...
it would all come back.

(pants)
Donald...

sometimes I can't remember...

...who I was.

Then let me show you.

All right, who's got something?

Paul got home before
Petty Officer Craig was killed.

Prove it.
TONY: One large

deep-dish with
extra pepperoni and sausage.

He ordered a pizza?

Delivery kid remembers him;
the receipt has

a time stamp to prove it.

Paul Simmons enlistment
contract, did it say

anything out of the ordinary?
Aside from

some less-than-stellar grades,

all the information
is truthful and accurate.

According to Petty Officer
Craig's records,

the other kids had
phone conversations with him

on a regular basis.

Questions about
deployment,

life on board a ship.

Paul never called.

McGee, access the
petty officer's e-mail account.

Navy or personal, boss?

Personal.

Already got the warrant.

I'm scanning,
but nothing addressed

specifically to Paul Simmons.

Put it up.

(taps keys, computer trills)

Do a word search.

"Don't ask, don't tell."

(McGee typing)

Pay dirt, boss.

Open them.

(tapping keyboard)

TONY:
They're all coded.

No names listed.

Everything
on the QT.

The boy spilled his
heart out to him.

All the fights at school were
just Paul defending himself.

Craig was offering
the kid advice.

Paul didn't want
to lie anymore.

Petty Officer Craig...

wanted to help.

Petty Officer Craig understood.

Thought he could
offer me a new life.

He knew what I was feeling,

what I was
going through.

The fights?

Since junior
high school.

I tried to talk
to teachers, counselors.

Nobody wanted to li... listen.

What about your dad?

Think about it.

Your gay son comes to you,

tells you he wants
to join the military.

What would you say?

I'd wish him luck...

try to be there for him.

My dad couldn't wrap
his head around it.

Thought it was crazy.

Rather than talk me out of it,

he tried to make it all
just go away.

(handcuffs tightening)

All I wanted was
to protect my son.

You think I don't know
what was happening?

Guy meets my son at all hours,

sending him private e-mails.

What if it wasn't
"just business"?

No, Dad.

No.

That's not true.

He was helping me.

(quietly): Oh...

Paul, I just tried
to be a good dad.

That's all I was
trying to do.

(sniffles)

(sobbing)

Agent McGee, are you ready?

One last entry,
and we're good to go, Duck.

Ah.

DUCKY:
I told you I would
help you remember

all that you
accomplished.

It's okay, Doctor,
you don't...

you don't have
to do this.

Timothy?

These are your
memories, Dr. Magnus.

Look at them.

They're people you helped.

You gave them...
answers.

You gave them closure.

And now...

they can do the same for you.

♪ Well, hello, world ♪

♪ How've you been? ♪

Huh.

♪ Good to see you,
my old friend ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel ♪

♪ Cold as steel ♪

♪ Broken like ♪
(groans)

♪ I'm never gonna heal ♪

ASSISTANT (over intercom):
Director, I have the SECNAV
for you.

♪ I see a light ♪

♪ A little hope
in a little girl ♪

Director?

Well, Paul, why don't
we discuss your options.

♪ Well, hello, world ♪

I-I really think
the Navy can offer me

the opportunities
that I'm looking for.

I'm ready to serve my country,

and I want to be a part
of something special.

♪ Good to see you,
my old friend ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel
as cold as steel ♪

♪ And broken like
I'm never gonna heal ♪

♪ I see a light ♪

♪ A little grace,
a little faith unfurled ♪

♪ Well, hello, world... ♪