"All right, so watch your step." "Where are we?" "Oh, you are gonna love this!" "Oh." "All right." "Oh, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn." "Yeah, I got you." "Okay, okay." "And, ah..." "Are you ready to have your mind blown by the awesomeness that is surrounding you right now?" "Oh." "No way!" "Nathan Roberts, are you recreating our first date?" "Happy Aluminum Anniversary, baby." "You are one of a kind." "Thank you." "Well, come on." "We don't have a lot of time." "All right." "All right, okay." "Wait until you see what I got planned next." "Oh." "Hello?" "Let's just leave the money on the counter." "Yeah, but I-I don't have any change." "Hello?" "Hey, we just want to pay for the..." "Oh, my God." "He's dead." "Hello?" "Oh." "How you girls doing?" "You hungry this morning?" "Wait." "He called you here, too?" "Hey." "Yeah." "What's, uh, going on?" "No idea." "He said he'd tell us everything when he got here." "The suspense is killing me, like, literally." "A fortune teller told me once that I would die of suspense, so this is dangerous." "Welcome... beautiful people of NCIS!" "Senior!" "Ah, let's go!" "Bring it in." "Oh." "It's so good to see you." "Senior!" "How you been?" "It's been too long." "What'd you call us all here for?" "Is it about Tony?" "I know we've been talking about trying to visit him lately." "Well, I'm going to be joining Junior and my beautiful granddaughter for Christmas." "They're having such a blast in Paris, they've decided to stay indefinitely." "Yeah, we heard." "We're so happy for them." "I'm still feeling a lot of suspense here." "Oh, forgive me, Abby." "Uh, I, uh, asked you all to come here because I have big news." "Junior has decided to lease his apartment, and he's asked me to act as his landlord." "A Mr. Roper, but with class." "Wait." "So this place is available?" "Uh-huh." " How much is the rent?" " Oh, it's very reasonable, but, uh, there is one catch." "Uh... fish don't, uh, travel well across the pond." "Oh, I will be the best fish mom." "Uh, really, Abby?" "Because growing up, they called me "The Fish Whisperer""" "They did not." "They did." "No, they did not." "They did." " No." "They did not." " They did." " Uh-huh." "They did." "I, uh..." "I was thinking that before I took out an ad, I'd check with the family." " Are any of you interested?" " I am." "Wow." "Any chance of you sharing the place?" "No." "Ah." "Excuse me." "Yeah." "Uh, yeah, Bishop's with me right here." "All right, we're on our way." "Dead sailor on Tate Street." "Well, my work doesn't start until after the crime scene, so you and me-- we could go get a Caf-POW!" "and talk." "Uh, Abby, Gibbs said to get your butt in the lab." "Got to go." "Okay." "I'll see you later." "Uh, maybe we could reach a nice group decision?" "Come on, Bishop, you've barely been in your apartment a year." "Yeah, but for that rent in Dupont Circle," "I would break my lease in a heartbeat." "I don't care how nice the apartment is." "You couldn't pay me enough to pack my life up again." "What nice apartment?" "I've been looking for weeks." "Hey, guys, what nice apartment?" "Duck and Palmer hit traffic." "What do we know?" "Victim is Seaman" "Troy Willis." "He's 23." "Worked in the security department at the Navy Yard." "He lives a few blocks from here." "Got a nine-millimeter shell casing here, boss." "And a footprint." "It's faint, but pretty clean." "Find out who that belongs to." "There's a security camera, but it's pointed at the register." "It's out of the range of the body, but I'm sure if we looked at it, we'll find something on the footage." "Store owner is on his way here, and once he gets here, we'll get the footage." "What?" "What?" "What are you looking at me for?" "Nothing." "What?" "So you were the first one on the scene?" "Yes." "Conducted a field interview." "But I see your people are doing the same." "Yeah, but it helps to compare notes." "Right." "Armed robber entered." "Seaman Willis was a customer who got shot trying to stop him." "They remember anything about the shooter?" "Those two?" "No." "They walked in after the incident." "Everything we know came from an account given to 911." "Who made the call?" "An employee working the night shift." "Uh, name is Victor Medina." "The couple tried to stop him from leaving, but he bolted right before the EMTs showed up." "The guy is M.I.A." "They said Medina had blood on his hands." "Stopped in the back office on his way out." "Hey, door's locked." "When the owner gets here, we'll have him open it." "There's blood on the shelf." "Maybe where he got the towel from." "Medina told 911 this was a robbery gone bad." "But then why did he clean himself and run?" "He has something to hide?" "All right, Gibbs is gonna be here any minute." "We ready with the update?" "BOLO's out on Victor Medina, and" "Quinn is doing general background." "Alex Quinn." " What?" " Quinn, you okay?" "You've been looking at Gibbs weird all day, and now you're looking at Gibbs' desk weird." "No." "It's my subconscious-- it cracks me up sometimes." "Yeah." "I-I had a-a dream about Gibbs last night." "Oh, I totally get it." "Was it the one where he tells you to grab your gear, and then, your gear is gone?" "No." "Wait." "Is it the one where he cooks you a steak, but it's raw inside, but you eat it anyway because he's staring at you?" "No." "Not that kind of dream." "Oh." "Oh." "Oh." "Oh." "Ooh." "Oh, it's like sexy things were happening?" "Yes, you could say that." "I need details." "I don't think I want to know." "Oh, I want to know." "I actually do want to know very much." "It started so innocent." "I was sitting here, I was working." "He was there, and he comes over my desk, and he knocks on it like this, and says," ""Do you know what kind of wood that is?"" "But the desks are Formica." "It was a dream, Tim." "Let the woman finish!" "Come on, come on." "Just get to the sexy part." "That's when it got crazy." "Give me an update." "Let's go." "Uh, our missing liquor store attendant is Victor Medina, 32 years old." "Yeah, he used to be a Marine." "And will always be." "Medina received a Silver Star for his actions during an ambush in Afghanistan." "He also did a tour in Iraq." "Honorably discharged in '06." "Four months later, he got into a bar fight." "He was convicted of assault, sentenced to a year, served six months." "Stayed clean ever since." "According to Medina, our victim, Seaman Willis, was shot by a robber." "Medina told 911 that the shooter was wearing a mask and driving a white sports car." "But the blood and the weapon we found in the office, plus the fact that Medina fled the scene...." "That makes his story sound like B.S." "Weapon?" "Uh, Abby's got it, along with the slug and the casing." "She's running ballistics." "Boss, Medina is a Marine, uh, victim's Navy." "There could be a connection." "Yeah, look into it." "BOLO paid off." "Pennsylvania State Police picked up Medina at a bus station in Bedford County." "Yeah, go." "Take Torres with you." "DUCKY To sleep, perchance to dream." "Ay, there's the rub." "For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause." "Ducky?" "Ah, Alex." "I was just having a chat with Seaman Willis here about the significance of dreams." "You've heard?" "Heard what?" "Uh, Alex uh, had an imaginative dream about our Jethro." "Oh." "I totally get it." "Is it the one where he knocks on your desk and asks what kind of wood it is?" "How on earth did you know that?" "Oh, come on." "Look at the man." "If you haven't had the wood dream about Gibbs, you are not alive, am I right?" "Yeah, let's move on, shall we?" "I already have." "Yes, well, the cause of death is a single gunshot wound that nicked his aorta." "He simply bled out, and these contusions-- they suggest a struggle." "He's also broken several ribs here." "Must have been one hell of a fight." "No, no, no, you-you misunderstand." "These rib injuries are consistent with someone doing CPR properly." "Someone struggled to keep him alive." "Well, Victor Medina was the only one there immediately after the shooting." "Well, if Medina was trying to save this young man's life, that would also explain how he came to have blood on his hands." "The nine-millimeter that you found is definitely the murder weapon." "It's unregistered, there's no matches in the system, there's no prints." "The bullet is interesting." "It's Swiss-made, enhanced accuracy." "Moving on." "Abbs, you okay?" "Yeah, I just want to get through this so you guys can leave." "Trying to get rid of us?" "Swiss bullet." "Moving on." "This is the footage from the store's security camera immediately following the shooting." "It shows the activity at the counter." "There's nothing there." "Oh, yes, there is." "There's a light that hits the counter." "Once twice-- wait for it-- three times." "What does that tell us?" "There's a lit sign on the front door." "So every time the door is opened, the light from the sign hits the counter." "That door was opened three times immediately following the shooting." "Medina said there was only one robber fleeing the scene." "Exactly." "So, is he lying?" "Or were there more people there than he told 911?" "These are the kind of questions that you should be asking yourselves somewhere other than here." "Oh, one more thing." "I also enhanced the footprint at the crime scene." "Looks like part of a brand name." "Yeah." "It was etched in by hand." "These puppies are handmade and expensive." "You make out the name?" "No." "But I will find that out." "Good-bye." "Abigail, here I am, as promised." "Ah," "McGee, what a nice surprise." "Gibbs." "Ah." "How are you?" "Chief, what are you doing here?" "Wait a second, that's why you're trying to get rid of us-- so I wouldn't see you buttering up Senior about the apartment." "How dare you." "Senior is here to help me track down this shoe brand." "I do have superior knowledge of, uh, luxury footwear." "Since when do you need help tracking down anything, Abby?" "I can't even look at you right now." "Senior, I trust you to make the right choice." "McGee!" "You've seen my apartment!" "It's so tiny" "I barely have room for my dog collars!" "Apartment thing's a minefield." "How you gonna decide who gets it?" "I was hoping you would have some words of wisdom." "Nope." "Abby did what?" "Well, is it working?" "Okay, thanks, McGee." "Yeah, keep me posted." "Abby's playing dirty." "But McGee's no better." "He'd crawl through a sewer to get that place." "Let me ask you a question, how does one get in on this apartment thing?" "Look, uh," "I have to tell you, um, there was a murder in that apartment." "That's why Tony was able to afford it." "And I know how you feel about dead bodies in potential living spaces..." "Nick, it was a bloodbath." "A bloodbath, huh?" "Well, for that kind of rent in Dupont Circle," "I, um..." "I'd get over it pretty quick." "Agent Bishop, didn't think you were coming." "To our own party?" "Well, state troopers made it sound like you weren't available for the transfer." "So I came up from D.C. to get him." "I was just headed up front to fill out the paperwork." "Well, we're here, and we're taking Medina into custody." "I'll take you to him." "Thanks." "I was stocking shelves." "Guy walked in with a mask, said he wanted the money in the register." "The sailor-- he was right next to the guy." "Wrong place, wrong time, you know?" "What happened after that?" "Sailor charged the guy." "Before I could get to them, I heard a gunshot." "The shooter ran out." "Surveillance shows the front door opening three times." "Yeah." "I went out after him." "Practically laid myself on the hood of the car trying to stop him from leaving." "He peeled off anyway." "That's how you knew it was a white sports car." "Yeah." "And after that, you went back inside?" "I called 911." "Then this couple walked into the store, and I saw the weapon." "You found it?" "Yes." "It slid under one of the shelves." "I locked it in the office so no one else could get hurt." "And then you left the scene." "Victor, if what you're telling us is true, what are you doing in Pennsylvania?" "Boss, just talked to Abby." "She looked at photos of Victor Medina's shoes." "None of 'em match our footprint." "Yeah, different size, different tread." "And we had a witness from across the street from the liquor store come forward." "They saw the robber arrive and leave, wearing a mask, just like Victor Medina said." "Yeah, his story checks out." "Medina's telling the truth." "Special Agent Gibbs." "Yeah." "Officer Baldwin." "Immigration." "You issued a BOLO for Victor Medina." "He's a witness to a murder, yeah." "Our murder." "What do you want with him?" "I'm the reason he's running." "As a witness to your murder, he knew that you would dig into his background, turn up his secret." "What secret?" "Victor Medina has squandered his right to be in this country." "I'm here to deport him." "Victor Medina was born in Mexico." "One year later, his parents moved the family here, legally." "Father passed away." "Mother continues to live here on a green card." "Medina needed a green card to join the Marines." "Well, he had one." "But, 2006, he got out of the corps, committed a crime, became deportable." "For getting in a bar fight?" "Federal immigration law, ma'am." "One-year sentence made his conviction an aggravated felony." "Well, then tell me, sir, why didn't you deport him then?" "Government agencies don't always communicate as effectively as we'd like." "Your BOLO put him back on our radar." "Tell you what, this makes zero sense." "Kid signs up to protect this country but doesn't apply for citizenship?" "Well, back when Medina joined, a lot of guys thought citizenship was automatic once they took their oath of enlistment." "These days, the military makes a point of encouraging them to apply, but..." "Cases fall through the cracks." "Because nobody is perfect, right?" "Officer Baldwin, we've cleared Medina of this murder." "He was on the ground in Afghanistan in a United States uniform, for God's sake." "Look, I'm doing my job, just like you." "As soon as he gets here," "I'll need you to transfer custody." "Is there nothing we can do?" "Got it, boss." "Yep." "On it." "What'd he say?" "Excuse me." "Did the cops give you my stuff?" "Personal effects?" "Yeah, we got 'em." "Can I get my compass back?" "No." "We got to turn everything over to Immigration when they take custody." "Hmm." "Compass looks old." "It was my dad's." "Feels weird not having it in my pocket." "Damn." "What's wrong?" "It's not pointing north." "Cops must've dropped it or something." "I have a friend." "She could probably fix it for you." "Thanks." "So, cops said you were headed to Ohio." "Pro Football Hall of Fame?" "My mom lives outside of Youngstown." "I knew how this was gonna end." "Just wanted to say good-bye." "Nick, turn the car around." " What?" "The man needs to see his mom." "Are you crazy?" "That'll take all night." "Gibbs told us to take our time and do some good." "That's why he called." "I am not going to Ohio." "Well, darn it." "Really sucks for you, because I just got the urge to sing." "Okay, you promised you weren't gonna sing in the car anymore." "I'm not stopping until you turn the car around." "Come on, Victor." "Really?" "Now both of you are singing?" "All right, all right, all right!" "All right, I'm turning around." "I'm doing it." "Just stop singing." "All right, got it." "You know, um, Tim, until we come to a group decision," "I don't know if it's right for you to be in here." "I'm just getting some specs for Delilah and I in case we're lucky enough to get the place." "We've got to get this group meeting on the books." "You know, Mr. DiNozzo, I was gonna tell you," "I don't think anyone is gonna willingly give this place up." "Think you're gonna have to make a decision." "Which reminds me, there's something" "I wanted to tell you about." "Oh." "What is it?" "I finally proposed to Delilah." "Oh." "You did?" "I did." "It was... it was epic." "It was amazing, you know?" "My-my beautiful girlfriend is now my beautiful fiancée." "Oh." "Let me show you this, too." "Oh." "I'm-I'm over the moon for you, Tim." "Aw." "This album is wonderful." "Kind of a photographic journey of our love story." "It's a story that I think could really... really bloom in this apartment." "What are you doing?" "Changing the subject." "Cassano." "That's the brand of shoe that made your bloody footprint." "How do you know this?" "I confirmed it with my shoe broker." "Cassanos are rare, Italian, and handmade." "Everything a man could want on his feet." "All right, well, I'll get that to Abby." "And I am just gonna leave this right here." "In case you want to take a peek at that for any reason." "Abbs, what are you doing?" "I'm getting a neodymium magnet for repolarization." "For the what?" "Um, this is an old PC hard drive." "And inside of it is a very strong magnet called a rare-earth magnet." "When Victor gets back," "I'm gonna get his compass from him, and I'm gonna use this to fix it." "That is, before" "ICE swoops in and takes him away like some angry pelican." "Ah, speak of the devil." "Well, I'm glad you ignored that because we have things to talk about." "Victor isn't the only decorated veteran to face deportation." "This is Hector Barajas." "He's an Army vet that was deported in 2004." "He started a support house for other deported veterans in Tijuana." "Yeah, called the Bunker." "You know about it?" "Yeah, I know about it." "Gibbs, some of these deportable crimes, they're so minor." "And these guys are not even offered an immigration attorney." "And they have lives and families" " Abbs, - and children here..." "I'm agreeing with you." "Yeah." "Okay, this is really sad." "Let's talk footwear." "Thanks to Senior, we know that this brand of shoe is called Cassano." "I've never heard of that." "It's a rare breed." "It's only sold in two shops in the area." "So I cross-referenced people who bought Cassanos with people who own white sports cars, and..." "And you got a list of suspects." "Yep." "Three, to be exact." "I'll send them to you." "Great work, Abbs." "Get them to Quinn and McGee." "Mijo." "I can't believe you're here!" "Look at you." "Hi, Ma." "Why didn't you come?" "We shouldn't stay long." "I told you:" "Gibbs told us to take our time and do some good." "So, what, give him, like, ten, 15 minutes to say good-bye?" "That's real compassionate, Nick." "Well, we still have a case to solve back home." "Come in, come in." "Listen, Ma, I need to talk to you about something." "Don't be rude, mijo." "Introduce me to your friends." "Ma..." "There's something I got to tell you." "I'm going away for a while." "What?" "Victor, why?" "I, uh..." "He's deploying, ma'am." "Deploying?" "I thought you were out of the Marines." "I, uh..." "I was." "They, uh..." "It's an advisory position, uh... and your son is very good at his job." "We need him." "I'm Torres." "I'm one of his recruiters." "And this is my colleague, Bishop." "Where will you be taking him?" "Is it dangerous again?" "It's classified, ma'am." "When will you be home?" "I don't know, Ma." "My son." "The brave Marine." "Let me feed you before you go." "Are you hungry?" "Actually, Mrs. Medina, we have to..." "We're starving." "Nice house." "Ooh." "Yeah." "A palace of a luxury realtor." "Quinn." "Hmm?" "What the hell is wrong with you?" "What?" "Nothing." "McGee could use some help running down those other two suspects." "NCIS." "We're here to speak to Phillip Conway." "Well." "Hello, Agent Mrs. Robinson." "Oh, just go get your father." "I know the shoes you're talking about." "Ill-fitting." "I threw those out... must have been a year ago." "We're gonna need to see your car." "The white sports car, yes, yes." "But like I said, I was hosting a broker's open that night." "Now, about that Swiss 9mm ammo you asked about" "I can't say for sure if I have it, because I don't keep a detailed inventory." "An inventory?" "I'm a collector." "All the drawers, cabinets you see are filled with ammunition." "Whoa." "Well, you really were not kidding." "You know, I would like to apologize to you for the way my son looked at you when you walked in." "I think he's got a bit of a crush." "Oh..." "Uh, yeah, uh, well, if you can just get us the, uh, names of the brokers that might have seen you at that open house." "Of course." "Thank you." "Okay." "Can we hurry up?" "Rich people creep me out." "Do you know what kind of wood this is?" "What?" "Do you know what kind of wood this is?" "It's oak." "Oh." "Quinn, I said it was oak." "Yeah, it's oak." "You were right, McGee needs me." "He needs m..." "So, you stay here." "And I'm gonna go work with McGee." "What'd I say?" "McGee." "Hey, I thought you were with Gibbs." "No." "He started knocking on some wood and I had to get out of there." "This is becoming distracting." "What are you gonna do?" "I don't know." "Maybe I'll ask him to eat some bologna with a fork." "My ex-boyfriend used to do that." "Instant turn-off." "Is this the place?" "Yeah." "Hard to believe a guy with fancy shoes and a sports car lives here." "You know what, I think that's him." "Arthur Jankowski?" "NCIS." "We need to speak with you." "Whoa, stop!" "He's not that fast." "We got him." "Oh, no, we don't got him." "Okay, what do we got?" "Well, boss, escapee is Arthur Jankowski." "Thought we had him, but we were not prepared for the rocket ship with wheels around the corner." "Guy's a convicted identity thief, but apparently three years in prison didn't scare him straight." "His latest victim is quite the score." "World-renowned author Mason Moffett." "Boss, this guy writes the most amazing horror books." "I swear, I read Headstone Highway and I did not sleep right for a month." "Jankowski stole Moffett's identity and started diverting his royalty checks into hidden accounts." "We searched Jankowski's place." "He's definitely enjoying Moffett's money." "Lot of high-end items." "Like a laptop, and Abby's going through it now." "No Cassano shoes, but there's a good chance that he's wearing 'em." "So, and, uh, what about you?" "Did you find anything in the rich guy's gun room?" "No Swiss ammo." "And I searched those cabinets and drawers." "By myself." "Oh." "And his alibi-- it checks." "W..." "Uh, suspect number three, boss." "Number three, suspect number three" " Howard Lane." "He is a hedge fund manager whose Cassanos were never worn." "And he's got an airtight alibi for the night of the shooting." "Which brings us back to..." "Jankowski." "I like him for this." "Well, good." "Then find him." "Uh-huh." "Agent Gibbs." "We have phones, you know." "Well, none of your people seem to hear them ring." "Where's Medina?" "Not back yet." "I spoke to an Officer Cornell over at Metro." "She said your people picked him up in Bedford County yesterday afternoon." "Car trouble." "The hell you trying to pull?" "When Medina gets back here, you will be the first to know." "We good?" "Yeah." "No, no, no, my favorite thing in the world is cooking for people who eat." "Well, that will go down as one of the best meals of my life." "Yeah, Ma, thank you." "No, no, wait, wait, I will go write down the recipe for you." "That would literally make my year." "Yeah, the most my mom ever cooked was a bowl of cereal, so, uh, this was... this was quite a treat." "She's gonna ask us to stay for coffee when she comes back." "I wish we could." "But one cup of coffee never killed nobody." "No, no, I..." "I get it." "You guys have been so good to me." "I just..." "I want you to know something." "When I got in trouble-- that bar fight-- the guy was drunk." "He was yelling at his girlfriend, getting in her face." "It wasn't right." "I pulled him away... and it went from there." "Afterwards, they lied." "Both of 'em." "Said that I attacked him out of nowhere." "It was their word against mine." "I know I got myself in trouble." "But..." "I had a reason." "Victor, there are a lot of people who think what you're facing isn't right." "Us included." "I haven't been to Mexico since I was a baby." "Hell, I don't even speak Spanish." "What am I gonna do?" "Hey, man take your time with your mom." "All right?" "I need to tell her the truth." "Ma?" ""'Why I Should Get the Apartment,' an essay by Eleanor Bishop"." "She e-mailed me that from the road." "You know, I really care about the three of you so deeply." "So equally." "Well, I admit that it is well-written, but I totally disagree with her thesis statement." "Abby, my love," "I came here to tell you that I've decided to draw a name." "It's the only fair way." "Oh, my God." "I'm so..." "lucky." "I love drawings." "I could-I could find a hat." "No, no, it's, uh..." "No need." "I've already recruited an impartial name drawer." "Oh, my gosh." "Okay, so, Dr. Mallard has rules about not using his hat for nonsense." "And I feel like this could be on the cusp, so we better do this quickly." "I'm gonna write down the names." "Seriously, I can't remember when I've entered a raffle and I didn't win a prize." "This is awesome." "Abbs." "You working, you hosting a party?" "I am waiting for a ding." "So, McGee and Quinn were able to pinpoint the exact time and location when Jankowski sped off." "Followed him with traffic cams." "Yeah." "Um, I lost him after these shots, but I input his plate and his car stats into a program that's accessing the live feed from cameras within..." "I got it, Abbs." "You're waiting for a ding." "Exactly." "So, this is Jankowski's laptop." "Not only did he steal a famous author's identity, he wanted to be said author." "I-I found all kinds of really bad prose and I made you a few copies of his memoir." "Gibbs..." "I have to tell you," "I met your new agent, Quinn, on my way in." "Put a sparkle in my day." "I'll bet." "My ding." "Okay, got him." "Jankowski is outside the Moonbrite Motel on Wells Avenue in D.C. Thanks, Abbs." "All right." "The winner of the best apartment of anyone we know is..." "Torres." "What?" "!" "Who the heck is Torres?" "Look, I'm sorry that I ran from you guys." "But do I look like the kind of person that would shoot someone?" "No." "No, I don't." "You want to know where I was when it happened?" "I'll tell you, I was home alone... brainstorming." "That is the worst alibi ever." "You get to page 14 yet?" " Uh-uh." " Oh, come on, man." "Haven't you ever heard of a first draft?" "It's not ready for public consumption." "You're supposed to ask permission before you just read someone's memoir." "You won't talk, how else are we gonna get to know you?" "Well, we do know something about him." "I mean, it's supposed to be a memoir, it's supposed to be non-fiction." "Half this stuff is B.S." ""Shielding that child" ""from the bear's fangs was, dot, dot, dot, what anyone would've done."" "Did you just read an ellipsis out loud?" "He wrote it." "You're not supposed to verbalize it." "Gibbs." "Quinn is driving me nuts." "She's staring, she left a search, now she's in there talking about dots." "Well, actually..." "McGee, what do you want?" "Abby finished processing Jankowski's shoes." "They are Cassanos, but the wear pattern on the bottom does not match our footprint." "Not our guy." "Not our guy." "Hey." "This place is amazing." "The bathroom smells like blueberry pie." "You ready?" "Yeah, in a minute." "We just ordered some coffee for, uh, for the road." "Oh." "Uh, can you get me a corn dog, too?" "Oh, hell, yeah." "Wow." "I appreciate the support." "No." "I just got a text from Jimmy." "I got the apartment." "What?" "Congrats, man." "Hey, thanks, man." "We got to celebrate." "You know, stop for a beer?" "I'm thinking up a toast right now." "Let's do it." "Uh..." "My mom again." "Do you mind?" "Go for it." "Hey, Mom." "Um..." "What are you doing?" "Uh, Jimmy had a drawing so I put my name down." "No, I'm not talking about the apartment." "Oh, I'm not gonna drink." "I just, I just thought it would be nice to buy him a cold one before they toss him over the border." "He shouldn't even have his phone." "Why did you give it back to him?" "He asked for it." "I don't get it." "I could barely get you to turn the car around, and now..." "And now I care?" "Yeah." "Bishop, this is exactly why I didn't want to turn the car around." "I got to know him, I..." "I looked in his mother's face." "I have friends like him." "I have family like him." "I could have been him." "Look." "We did a good thing for him, and now it's time for us to do our jobs." "I don't want to be the one to turn him over." "Nick..." "Gun!" "Get down, get down." "Move, move!" "Stop!" "Damn it." "Stay inside, stay back." "NCIS!" "A skillful shot indeed from young Eleanor." "Dead center of the heart." "She and Torres make quite a team." "What do we know about this guy, Ducky?" "His name is Carl Dixon." "He's a professional hit man with a rap sheet about a mile long." "He located Victor by tracking down his cell phone." "I go all that from McGee." "I was hovering." "If he's a hit man, who hired him?" "That's what they're trying to figure out upstairs." "Gibbs." "I called you." "Abbs, I was on my way." "Well, I can't wait." "So, I was starting to fix Victor's compass with my magnet, and this giant light bulb went off in my head." "So, Victor thought that his compass was broken at the police station, so I checked." "And the cops said that it was just sitting in an evidence bin the whole time, and never came anywhere near a magnetic field." "Then why isn't it pointing north?" "Because... before that, it did come in contact with rare-earth magnets, like mine, only way bigger." "The kind used in electric car motors." "Victor leaned over the car and stopped the shooter from leaving." "Yep." "And when he did, his compass was depolarized." "Now, Gibbs, there's only one of our three suspects that has a white sports car that's an electric prototype with rare-earth magnets in it." "Who is it?" "I already told you I was hosting a broker's open." "Didn't you speak to any of the people on the list I gave you?" "Yeah." "Your alibi is solid." "Then why are you wasting my time?" "Mr. Conway, how would you categorize your son?" "Excuse me?" "You pulled a lot of expensive strings to make his record go away." "I would categorize your son as a bored rich kid, destroying property for kicks-- only this time, he got bolder." "Bored rich kid robbing a liquor store." "He probably didn't mean to kill anyone, but things got a little out of hand, and he knew his dad would clean up after him." "Same as always." "But you were smart." "You got rid of the shoes he was wearing." "Got rid of the ammo he used." "That's a great story." "It's not true." "Name Carl Dixon ring a bell?" "No?" "'Cause he's the hit man you hired to take out the only witness to the murder." "Carol Dixon's dead." "We're tracking a payment deposited into his account." "And we're pretty sure it's gonna lead right back to you." "You can't do this;" "I want my phone call." "I don't think your dad's gonna be able to pick up." "Well, just don't leave my stuff in the driveway." "The bags alone are worth more than you two combined." "You got a lot bigger problems than luggage, kid." "You know, speaking of big problems," "I think Gibbs knows that something's up with you." "It doesn't matter, I'm over it." "Yeah?" "Yes." "He read an ellipsis out loud." ""Dot, dot, dot"." "It's almost as good as eating bologna with a fork." "He read the dot, dot, dot out loud?" "He read it out loud." "I mean, my Uncle Larry used to do that." "And now, when I see Gibbs, all I see is Uncle Larry." "So, thank God." "Well done." "Tell your friend thanks for fixing it, will you?" "Yeah, I will." "My mom, she told me to never take this country for granted." "She said it all the time." "She said," ""Home is a privilege."" "That's how I always saw it." "That's how I still see it." "Victor." "Special Agent Gibbs." "I got a lawyer friend." "I don't know if keeping you home is a battle we can win, but I'd like to help you fight it." "These guys told me a lot about you on the trip here, sir." "The were right." "You ready?" "Hey, Marine." "Semper Fi." "Semper Fi." "Yeah, it's open." "Hey." "Hey, just the man I wanted to see." "Hope you don't mind me dropping by like this." "Uh, I left that book for, uh, Senior." "Well, you know, it's kind of embarrassing." "Well, not as embarrassing as the apartment essay that Bishop wrote." " Oh, really?" " Yeah." "No, the book actually turned out quite nice." "Not bad at all." "Thanks." "I was gonna go home and, uh, show it to Delilah tonight, you know?" "Also, if, uh, you need any help with the surround sound wiring, glad to do that, help you out here." "I actually love doing that stuff, so." "Oh." "Hey, um..." "You know, um... when I joined this team..." "I thought, finally I'm going to be a real good guy." "You know, nobody really sees me like that." "But I actually like..." "I like doing what's right." "So..." "What are you doing?" "Home is a privilege." "And, uh, I'm not ready for it yet." "But you are."