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Phil loved that boat.

Enough to go down with it?

Apparently.

She was a beauty.

Shame the Coast Guard
couldn't recover her.

Or him.

Fair winds and following seas,
Phil.

Hey, you wouldn't be Gibbs?

Phil talked about you
all the time.

You helped him build
his boat, right?

Hell of a guy.

Hell of a loss.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming, Jethro.

It really means a lot.

Wish we could've done more.

Oh, no.
NCIS has been great.

So has the Coast Guard.

You and I both know

that Phil should not have been
sailing in that weather.

And we also know
that when he's on leave,

nothing's going to stop him.

Stubborn son of a bitch.

Yeah. You two
and your projects.

I got to say, I never
understood the appeal.

Bourbon and boats, Marce.

Don't overthink it.

In that case, maybe...

maybe you could
do me a favor.

Sure. Name it.

Phil's tools.

Take anything you like.

Ah. Come on, Marcy.
No, really.

He would want you
to have them.

I don't... I don't even know
what's down there.

Please, Jethro?

Okay. I'll take a look.

About damn time.
Whoa!

Phil?!
Gibbs.

What the hell?!
Shh, shh!

♪ NCIS 15x23 ♪
Fallout
Original Air Date on May 15, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

I still can't believe
she's really gone.

Uh, hello?

McGee?

What are you doing here?

Bishop, I thought you left.

No, it's not 9:00 yet.

I have the lab
from 8:45 to 9:00.

You have it from 9:00 to 9:15.

Well, sorry, I got antsy.

Okay, well...

can you wait somewhere else?

I mean, what's the point
of alone time

if we're not, you know, alone?

Oh, hey.

I forgot my schedule.
What-what time was my time?

Oh, my God.

You said you didn't want to be
on the list,

that working deep undercover
made it easy for you

to process the loss
of coworkers.

Yeah, because we're all
just cogs in a machine.

I was, uh, wrong about this one.

Abby's not a cog.

She's like a unicorn.

She's like a goth unicorn.

It's been a week.

Why is it still so hard?

Because they were your family.

Abby.

Yeah. And Reeves.

Well, I see the alone-time
schedule I set up for you

has naturally transitioned
to a group discussion.

Next maybe you're ready to sit
down one-on-one and, uh,

Nah, I'm cool.
really get to the root

of your emotional...
I'm really cool.

We're fine. Thanks.

Okay.

I was out sailing Marcy.

The weather was getting bad
so I was about to head in

when this motorboat
comes out of nowhere.

The next thing I know,
bam, bam, bam!

I realize I'm taking
fire, baby.

This crazy bastard's
trying to kill me.

I got no choice but
to hop into the drink.

The motorboat rams Marcy
and leaves me for dead.

She took on water and,
uh, capsized in the wave.

Must've happened around
37 degrees north

because I was able to
make it to Tom's Cove.

Good thing I keep my
swimming quals current.

It didn't hurt that the
tide was in my favor.

You want to, you
want to chime in?

No. Still waiting.
For?

The reason you are down here.

I just told you--
somebody wants me dead.

Who?

I don't know.
That's why you're here.

No, it's not, Phil.
It's not.

I am here for your memorial.

What? It's only been a few days.

Six!

It's been six days, Phil.

The Coast Guard called off
their search.

Oh, my God.

Must've lost track of time.

How the hell did that happen?

Well, I got a pretty good idea.

Why didn't you just call me?

I did. As soon as I made it
back to shore,

I called NCIS and left a message
with one of your agents.

What agent?
I don't know.

Some British guy.

Reeves.

Yeah. That's him.

I didn't mean
for this to happen.

Listen, the only reason
I kept Marcy in the dark

was to protect her.

You know,
if somebody is after me,

I don't want her
to become collateral damage.

Hell, she could've been
on the boat with me.

You got to tell her.

Phil.

It might sound crazy,

but this could actually
work in our favor.

Right now,
the bad guys

think they got away with murder.

We have a tactical advantage
here.

A tactical advantage?

Yeah. They don't know
we're hunting them.

"We're"?
"We're hunting them"?

Got to help me,
Gibbs. Please.

For a friend.

I knew you helped Captain Brooks
build his boat.

I didn't know that you were
willing to lie for him.

I'm just trying
to be honest with you, Leon.

Well, your honesty puts me
in a tough spot, Gibbs.

A naval officer everyone thinks
is dead is actually alive

and you agreed
to go along with it.

Until we find out
who tried to kill him, yeah.

And the captain thinks
that this is an advantage?

So do I.
Tell that to his wife.

We will, eventually.
More time that passes,

the harder that's gonna be
to explain.

Well, it's a good
thing we work fast.

Without the aid of a full-time
forensic scientist?

That's easier said than done.

The team needs to move forward.

Yeah. I know.

And I'm interviewing candidates
to try to fill the vacancy

left by Ms. Sciuto,
which, as you know,

is no easy task.

I mean, this could be
a lengthy process.

Cases don't wait.

I'm open to finding
a temporary solution.

Good.

You already made arrangements.

When were you gonna tell me?

Captain Phillip Brooks.

Married, no kids.

Works in the Navy Office
of Financial Operations.

So he's a glorified
accountant.

The Navy salary
funds his boat hobby.

He also dabbles
in real estate.

Owns some commercial property
in the area.

- Leases them out.
- It wouldn't be the first time

someone wants
to kill their landlord.

You have proof or are you speaking
from personal experience?

Personal experience.

Ooh.

Criminal record
is clean, too.

Yeah, so is
his military record.

Only disciplinary action
was for mentioning the Navy

in a series of political
tweets last year.

Oh, he's one of those crazies.

No, he was calling for
higher pay for public educators.

His wife Marcy's
a third-grade teacher.

Am I the only one surprised that
Gibbs has a friend who tweets?

You've got
to be kidding me.

I know, right? Like no way the
love of boats runs that deep.

But no, that's not what I mean.

Reeves's phone system
has been erased.

His desk has been
completely cleared out.

I mean, they-they even got rid
of his flavored crisps.

Who's "they"?

It had to be MI6
'cause other than you,

no other Americans
actually eat those things.

Wait, so we have no way
to verify

that the captain
actually called Gibbs?

No. It's-it's-it's like Clay
was never even here.

I'm gonna call MI6.

Check with the Coast Guard
first.

I want everything they found
on Phil's boat.

Um, well, their agents
already processed

the little that was left

after the wreckage.

But, um, we can
take another look.

Really? How?

We don't have
a forensic scientist.

It's not the first time.

Well, all due respect, boss,

I know we've filled in
for Abby before,

but this time I think
it's a little different.

Yes, I agree with you, McGee.

So we aren't working
in the lab?

Good afternoon, Jethro.

Duck. Kasie.

Gibbs. Hey, guys.

Well, this isn't
awkward at all.

- Thanks for helping out.
- Yeah.

Hey, Gibbs, uh,

I was wondering if we
could maybe talk...?

McGee, Bishop. Coast
Guard. Torres, come on.

You're with me.

Or I could just
jump right in.

My wife liked
the open-concept kitchen.

I liked the hidden bomb shelter.

Didn't think it'd actually
be useful, though.

Yeah, especially
in this century.

Don't you watch the news?

Mutually assured destruction
is back in vogue.

How about some Krispy Kreme
next time?

Not gonna be a next time.
You moving me?

Yes, and we don't have
much time.

Your wife is out meeting
with the grief counselor.

Where am I going?
My couch.

Grabbed a few file
boxes from upstairs.

Might help with the case.
Did you get my laptop?

Most victims have had previous
contact with their attacker.

Thank you, Detective.

Mm.

Jethro?!

I'm back!

Yeah! Be right up!

Are you still going through
tools down there?!

Oh, boy.

Mrs. Brooks.

How you doing?

Special Agent Nick Torres.

Hi.

Hey.

Can I give you
a hand with those?

I see Gibbs called
for reinforcements.

Guess he wanted more tools
than he thought.

I guess so.

You know, you don't
need to do this.

Oh, it's no problem.

Um, Mrs. Brooks, if I may.

I can't even imagine what
you must be going through.

Thanks.

I think, mainly,
because it's so sudden.

You know, with an illness,

you have time
to process it,

or say good-bye.

But, uh, but this,

Mm-hmm.
it's like one day,

someone you love is here, and
the next day, they're gone.

I understand.

Believe me.

Okay.

We are a go for gloves.

Goggles, we are a go.

Fingerprint dust, ooh.

Oh, that's a go.

What are you doing?
I'm nervous.

The first solo flight, so I
don't want to mess up anything.

Hence, the prelaunch checklist.

"Prelaunch"? This isn't NASA.

Oh, well, Abby said
I should do things my way,

and my way is the way of NASA.

Well-planned, well-executed,
with the dare to dream.

I went to space camp
when I was a kid.

Really? I did, too.
Oh.

Um, yeah.

Well, Mom couldn't afford
real space camp,

so we watched
the Hale-Bopp comet

from my uncle's Monte Carlo in
the back of a Sears parking lot.

Oh.

Wait, wh...
you said you talked to Abby.

Oh, of course.
Dream job or not,

I wouldn't come here
without her blessing.

I'm not crazy.

Could've fooled me.

That was my supervisor.

She has the same
question I do.

Why am I delivering evidence

that the Coast Guard
already processed?

We're just being thorough.

Thorough, or is there something
new that I should be aware of?

No.
No, not at all.

Oh, no, no.

Right.

That was totally believable.

Uh...

I'm gonna get to work.

Oh.

Listen, our boss
has a hunch.

What kind of hunch?

The kind that needs
further investigation.

NCIS keeps digging, so do I.

I trust you'll notify me at
the Coast Guard if you find...

something.

Absolutely. You, the same.

Uh, Agent McGee?

Yeah? What do you got?

Something.

I don't get it.

It just looks like
damage from the wreck.

Yeah, that's what
the Coast Guard thought.

But they didn't hear
Phil's story.

Kasie tested the
gouge in the wood,

found traces
of cupronickel.

It's a bullet.
Slug,

grazed the side
of the sailboat mast.

Coast Guard missed it,
but our forensic astronaut

certainly did not.

Astronaut?

You'll see.

It doesn't give us a shooter.

Well, it does
confirm Phil's story.

I didn't know
that was in question.

Uh, maybe it should be.

Been scrubbing
the captain's laptop,

and found some pretty
questionable photos.

What is "questionable"?

Put it up.

Yeah, Gibbs, I don't know
if you want to see this.

Bishop, do it.

Okay.

Ooh, that is questionable.

It's definitely the captain.

And that ain't Marcy.

Who is she?

She's motive.

Gibbs! Thank God you're home.

Going stir-crazy here.

Got an update for me?

Guess the, uh, pasta puttanesca
will have to wait.

Um...

- I know how this looks.
- Bad.

These photos are fake.
I got nothing to hide,

and if you don't believe me,
ask Marcy.

- She knows about this?
- I showed them to her.

If she found them on her own,

it would look like
I was hiding something.

It still does.

Who do you think I am, Gibbs?

She's half my age.

I received these photos
from an anonymous e-mail account

demanding 250 grand.

- Lot of money, Phil.
- Which is why I went to the police.

They said it was just
an Internet scam,

and if these photos
are really fake,

I should go to my wife,
tell her the truth

and move on. I did.

And you didn't think
that was worth mentioning?

It was a year ago.

I didn't think it could be
connected to my murder.

And if somebody wants me
to transfer money,

they need me alive.

No, no, no, these two
are completely unrelated.

I'll decide that.
I'm just telling you,

I have no idea where
these pictures are from.

You have never seen this woman?

Well, I didn't say that.

So according to Captain Brooks,
he and the woman

in this picture didn't have
an affair, but are friends?

He told Gibbs
"close friends."

Yeah, okay.
That can happen.

Can it?

Sure. I mean, you and Abby were
close friends for years,

and it's not like the two of you
ever hooked up.

Oh.

Oh.

Uh... let's-let's table that.

Um, so I was able to confirm

what the captain
is saying is true,

a-about the pictures, at least.

They're fake.

Wow. That was fast.

Oh, well, I was in here
working for, like,

three hours before you got here.

- That's the job, no?
- Yeah.

Yeah, no, I'm just, uh,
saying I'm used to Abby

sort of winding up
to the big reveal.

Oh. Oh!

I skipped a step.

The most fun step.

Okay, uh, let's rewind the tape.

Even the best digital artists
leave breadcrumbs

that show an image
has been altered.

That looks pretty good.

Yeah, I thought so, too,
until I realized

that this picture
must've been taken on Tatooine.

The planet in Star Wars?

Yeah, the-the one
with two suns.

Uh, take a look at the light
in this image.

Sun's coming
from two different places.

Mm-hmm.

And there are other subtle
but similar faults

throughout the image.

Rough edges, uh,
mismatched grain patterns,

inconsistent metadata.

Huh.

Although they did
a really nice job

with our mystery woman's
skin tone.

Yeah, her name is
Antonia Morello.

Phil said she leases
one of the stores

in a strip mall that he owns.

Oh, what'd she say
about these photos?

Oh, nothing yet.
Haven't talked to her.

All right, thanks.

It's good work, Abbs.

I'm sorry, it's force of habit.

I've said the same thing
for 15 years.

Don't apologize, be proud.

I can't wait to be somewhere,
doing something for that long.

It means you love
your job, right?

Right.

Hmm.

Can I help you?

It's like Clay
was never here.

Mm!

I know it feels that way.

Ah, screw MI6
and their secret crap.

They can't just, like,
erase a person.

That's right,
you can't.

I won't let them.

Okay.

Listen.

Don't dart angry.

I'm sorry about your wall.

Don't be.
I've never been a big fan

of Cheeto-dusted orange, anyway.

I really thought

I was past the anger stage.

And then, this whole desk thing

made me realize something else.

What's that?

That we don't even have
a picture together.

But Reeves was always snapping
photos with his phone.

I know. His phone.

Everything from our trip to
Scotland together two years ago

to the coffee shop last week.

And I... I never asked him
to send me any.

So MI6 took his cell, too, huh?

Yeah.

Clay was only here
as a liaison officer,

which means that he wasn't
officially a part of NCIS.

"Officially."

But we know the truth.

He died a hero.

A hero whose picture won't even
be on our memorial wall.

Phil said these places been
vacant for a long time.

Yeah. Could use a
new coat of paint.

And a new phone number.

That area code was
reassigned three years ago.

You know, I don't
think this place

is paying for the
lacquer on Phil's boat.

It's a boat, McGee.

Spar varnish.

Hey, suits!

I told you, I saw you
nosing around here again,

there'd be hell to pay.

Well, here comes hell.

What do you have to
say about that, huh?

Federal agents.

Oh, damn.

Coffee?

There you go, Agent Gibbs.

Sure I can't get you anything,
Agent McGee?

Uh, no, thanks.

You restore all these?

Oh, some are my dad.

Kind of inherited the
place when he passed.

Ah, they're beautiful.
Thanks.

Eh, it doesn't
make me rich, but...

there's a reason old machines
like this live on.

Somebody's got
to fix them.

Not a lot of you left.

Hard to make it a business.

Unless you got a hammer.

Oh.

Again, I am so sorry.

I thought you two were
these greedy investors

who've been nosing around,
trying to turn this place

into hipster hair bars,
and free-range condos.

Get a lot of those?
Yeah.

Uh, Phil usually deals with it.

He owns the whole strip.

But...

I was really

crushed to hear what happened.

You two close?
He liked my dad.

After I took over,
we kind of became friends.

Said he'd rather collect rent
from me than sell out, so...

you know, I always
had peace of mind.

So, why exactly
are you guys here?

Oh, God!

We know that these are fake.

Yeah, you think?

I mean, h-he's like a grandpa.

You've never seen these before?

No, no, and now I-I can't
unsee those.

Any idea who made them?

My guess? Those investors
I was telling you about.

Yeah, they were getting
really creative

trying to get Phil to sell.

They even had this architectural
model made on spec.

I mean, maybe they were willing
to go even further.

Investors have a name?

I don't remember.

But they did leave
that model behind.

It's in one of these empty
shops, just collecting dust.

Whoa.

A covered dog park?

You don't even have a dog.

Well, I'd get one.

Look at the human-sized
fire hydrants to play on.

Yeah, it's cute,

but it doesn't
really have a pool,

so it's not really my style.

Oh, yes it does.
Look right over there.

What?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, snap. Okay.

All right. Got a swim-up bar
with cabanas.

Give me an update.

Okay, we traced
the model back

to an investment group
in Bethesda,

Capital Clients Incorporated.

Meet Sean Parks, Glen Collins

and Vendrell Brown.

Those guys look successful.

Well, that's the picture
they painted for Phil

when they pitched him

that condo complex
two years ago.

Yeah, the truth is they had to
borrow money to make the model.

All for a proposal

that Phil turned down anyway.
They were desperate.

Desperate enough
to blackmail Phil?

Coming up
with that much cash

would've forced Phil to sell.

Except he went
to the police.

Yeah, our wannabe investors
had to up their game.

- You think they were behind the hit?
- Let's find out.

Sounds like an undercover job
to me.

You always say that.
Well, 'cause it makes sense.

All right? Why-why
go to the trouble

of lying to Phil's wife
just to blow it now?

Somebody thinks they got away
with murder.

Right, and if NCIS asks
questions it may tip them off.

They'll lawyer up.

Yeah, we need
to get them someplace

where they're comfortable
and loose,

like drinking a beer.
Or three.

How about the golf course?
Yes.

Yeah, like a
place like that.

No, no, no. I mean
the actual golf course.

The three of them are members
at the same country club.

Can anybody hit a golf ball?
Not I.

Mm-mm.
Oh, hell no.

But...

...I, um, I may know a guy.

That's gotta be 300 yards.

Damn. This new guy got game.

I didn't even catch all of it.

Isn't that right, Dennis?

Yes, sir.

It's gonna be a long day.

Well, let's see
what else he's got.

Oh, that's looking good.

You got to be kidding me.

Perfect. Another
birdie putt.

This guy.
Nice backspin, Tiger.

Okay, slow down.

Hey, Jimmy.

What the hell are you doing?

Uh, I'm killing it.

I'm having the best round
of my life.

Well, that's the problem.

We need them to talk about
their connection to Phil,

but they're too busy whining.

What do you want me to do,

suddenly develop a slice?

I don't even know what that is.

It's too late anyway,
all right?

- The round's almost over.
- Hey, guys. You want to wrap it up?

Get over here, put us
out of our misery?

Damn, Sean, come on, bro. Is
that thing glued to your ear?

What do you want from me?

No, listen. He died
in a boating accident.

They said so themselves.

There's nothing
to worry about.

Let's go.

Jimmy.
Hmm?

Offer to buy them a drink.

What are you talking about?

Losers pay.

- Jimmy.
- Right.

Hey, boys.

Mercy rule.

After I sink this putt,
drinks are on me.

Nice.

Hey, fellas. Why don't
you guys take a break?

I'll, uh, I'll wipe it down.

Okay.
I got you guys.

Agent Torres?

Mrs. Brooks.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you know, moonlighting.

Hey, Dennis.

You sure you
don't need a hand?

I'm good.

Dennis is my middle name.

How's the team's morale?

Well, you know the job.

Some days you're Ali and
some days you're Liston

looking up at him.

Yeah, but Liston
never got back up.

Will they?

It's a process.

And Kasie?

Part of the process.

Bringing on a temp
was really smart.

- Gibbs.
- He knows that having new energy

is helping the family move forward, so...
- Hmm.

Excuse me.
Mm.

Yeah?

Thank you.
Show her in.

We'll catch up later.

Please.

Mrs. Brooks.

Director Vance.

Thank you for taking the time.

Sure.

Was my husband murdered?

Why would you think that?

I was told that Phil's
death was an accident.

So why are there agents

crawling around my basement,

one of whom is now
posing as a caddy

at a club where we've
been members for years?

It's an ongoing investigation.

I don't need protecting.

If Phil was involved
in something,

I want to know what.

Please, Director.

I'd like to bury my
husband in peace.

Don't I deserve that?

Yes.

Yes, you do.

Hiya.

Hey.

New book?

No, form 8-90B.

An evidence log

on a Remington? Nice.

Yeah. It's new.

Well, new to me.
That's great.

The typewriter shop.

Wait, how did you know

that I wrote a novel?
Seriously?

Don't sell yourself short.

You wrote two novels.

I'm a huge fan

of Thom E. Gemcity.

And your picture's on the flap.

- You know, no one really read the second one.
- That's a shame.

The characters really blossom.

Structurally,
it was much more complex.

I think you're absolutely right.

You should make it a trilogy.

Sell it as a movie.

I don't know.
Maybe if I was still single

and had no kids.

See, finding time
to write back then

was much easier.

Everything was.

Perspective... shifts

when you have someone
to come home to.

Yeah. The job is dangerous.

Time-consuming.

What made you decide
to become an agent?

That's a good question.

I've got another one.

What's up?

Who's responsible for this?

Who is that?

Special Agent Graham.

Coast Guard.
Yeah, her body was found

two hours ago.

I'll call Gibbs.

Wow, you made progress.

How'd you manage to smooth
out the joints so fast?

Tell Palmer
the body's on the way.

Yeah. You keep me updated.

Updated on what?

My case?

You said "body."
Like, dead body?

Who's that?

You stay put.

Leon. Marcy.

It's over, Gibbs.
We have to tell her.

Tell me what?

You guys are...
You're scaring me.

I mean,

what's with all the cloak and...

Oh. Hey, babe.

Phil?

Surprise.

Oh, my God!

Aw.

Ooh.

You son of a bitch.

Neighbor found the body

in the apartment parking garage,
called the police.

Think her death is somehow
related to the captain's case?

It was a joint
investigation.

Three bullets to the chest.

Makes quite a coincidence.

She said
she was gonna keep digging.

This is the second agent
we've had down here

in as many weeks.

Makes that teaching position all
the more appealing, huh, Doctor?

Yeah.

Well, these are challenging
times for all of us,

so if I can be
of any assistance?

Actually,
if you could prep the...

It's a piece of paper.

Or what's left of it.

"Sandy."

Possibly someone connected

with the death of this agent.

Or the attack on Phil.

I'm gonna run this up to...

Kasie.

Doctor, would you mind

prepping the body for cleaning?
Gladly.

I'll get changed.

Uh, hey, Ducky?

I know this isn't
the best time,

but can I ask you a favor?

Certainly.

It's about Reeves. Uh...
Ah.

I know this is gonna sound
kind of stupid,

but I'm trying to track down
a photo of he and I together.

Which one?
Any of them.

MI6 has his cell phone,
and I called them,

but surprise, surprise,
they're being...

Secretive, yes.
They're good at that.

Well, I could reach out

to one of my former colleagues
if you like.

I would. Thank you.

Thanks for leaving me holding
the bag last night, Gibbs.

Hey, yours to begin with.

Marcy said she wanted
an explanation.

Then we got home, she
refused to even talk to me.

- Least she let you in the house.
- Mm. Sort of.

She made me go back down to the
fallout shelter. So, what now?

You're no closer to finding
out who tried to kill me.

Marcy and I could
still be in danger.

There is a security detail
set up outside your house.

Go home.

And do what?

Fix your marriage.

And how am I
supposed to do that?

Phil, I'm not the guy to ask.

- Yeah, Kasie?
- I got something.

I'm on my way.

Got to say, Gibbs,

undead friends, lying
to the Coast Guard

and now a bloody note

carrying a message
from beyond the grave?

I mean, I'm just
supposed to be a temp.

Can't be half-pregnant.

Okay.

Oh. Um...

Prelaunch checklist.

Oh.

We are already in orbit.

I hope.

Okay, according
to cell records,

Agent Graham's
last phone calls

were to a series
of local marinas.

Okay, about what?
Well, there's nothing

to suggest
what she was looking for,

u-until Jimmy found the paper

in her pocket.

"Sandy."

Whoever that is, the bullet
destroyed the last name.

How do you know there was one?

Oh, well, I tried
to fix the hole.

I restored the burnt images,

and I used digital mapping
to fill in the gaps,

but it-it... didn't work.

Put it up.

"Sandy Dunes"?
Yeah.

See? So unless we're
looking for a porn star,

I'll have to try again.

Or it's not a person.

Oh, what else could it be?

If it involves Phil?

A boat.

That's why Agent Graham
was calling the marinas...

- Don't ever second-guess yourself.
- Yeah, okay, but...

No. No buts, Kase.

I-I was gonna say,

okay, but my self
is telling me

this is why
Agent Graham was killed.

This could be the boat
that came after Phil.

Find the owner.

Oh, hey.

One more thing.
Uh-oh.

You got a favorite drink?

Uh, rum and Coke.

At work.

Oh, definitely not rum and Coke.

Um, iced tea from Pinky's.

It's this little
hole in the wall

off Eightmile in Detroit.
They brew in the sun...

And why do you ask?

Nice.

Okay, Caddyshack, why am I here?

Golf tips?

Not exactly.

You... are in debt.

That country club membership,

is that, uh, is
that for show?

Well, you got to spend money
to make money.

Yeah, except,
you're not making any.

Because Phil wouldn't
sell you his strip mall.

This deal was gonna
make you millions.

You had investors
lined up,

and waiting.

Phil didn't bite.

So you had these made up.

Yikes.

Oh.

Can't imagine
the missus was happy.

Your loan contract
expires next month.

If Phil doesn't sell, the
bank pulls its funding.

Deal goes away,
and you lose millions.

Decide to take him out?

Phil died in a boating accident.

Thanks to your boat.

Marina records confirm
that that boat was out

the night of the attack.

That is the first
I'm hearing about that.

No. No, it isn't.

Agent Graham, uh, told you.

Who?

You found out
she called the marina,

so you paid her a visit.

Okay.

I think we're done here.

Unless someone has something
to prove this half-assed theory.

Because that's all
it is, theory.

Are you sure about that?

Gibbs, what
do you think?

I think we got a case to make
sure he does 30 years.

For attempted murder.

So charge me,
or we're done here.

Did you catch that?
Yep.

Gibbs said "attempted murder."

Sean didn't skip a beat.

He knows that Phil
is still alive.

Yeah, but how?
Who told him?

Pull phone records.

On who?

Phil.

I did this because I was scared,
not just for me, for you.

You've already said that,

and it still doesn't
make any damn sense.

There's one Marcy that ever
really mattered to me.

I know. The boat.

You know that's not true.

Losing you is the only thing
that could really kill me.

Say something.

Jethro.

Say something else.

No. Let him in.

Oh.

Impeccable timing-- I was
finally about to make a dent.

Fat chance.

Come on in, Jethro.

Let me guess, you boys
want to be left alone.

No, this is about
both of you.

You tipped off Sean.

Sean Parks? That investor?

Gibbs, I would never do any...

I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to her.

These are phone records.

- Ours.
- Last night,

after we talked,
you called Sean.

You've been calling him
a lot, lately.

- Why would I do that?
- To warn him.

What? I-I...

Really, Marcy?
You're gonna make me tell him?

- Tell me what?
- Don't.

Tell me what, Gibbs?

These photos are real.

Marcy.

Oh, my God.

Does this mean...
you wanted me dead?

No.

No.

Sean had nothing
to do with that.

Did he?

How long has this been going on?

Two years.

We met at the club,
but it was...

Look, I know I screwed up.

But this is...

I am not going to prison.

Somebody's going.

So Mrs. Phil agreed
to testify against Sean?

Uh, she can place him at the
marina the night of the attack.

And the murder
of Agent Graham?

Another dead cop.

You know what?

Let's call it a night.

Start fresh in the morning?

I like that idea.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Ah. Eleanor.

I'm glad I caught you.

I want to give you this.

Ducky.

You talked to MI6 already?

No, not yet.
Uh, I suddenly remembered

I had that photograph
on my cell phone.

Yeah, knowing
my fondness

for that part of the Highlands,
Clayton texted it to me

the day it was taken.

I hope it helps.

It does.

A lot. Thank you.

Okay.

Starting fresh didn't work.

Nope. And I talked to
Sloane again this morning.

Yeah, so did I.

Yeah, me, too.

Turns out that, uh...

I'm human.

And not only Abby
was a unicorn, but, um...

...Reeves was a brother.

You guys remember why
you first became an agent?

Eh, forget I asked.

Oh, I didn't get
the meeting memo.

Oh, well, don't worry.
There really wasn't one.

Oh.

I take it
the bad guy got away?

What?

The pity party.

I just assumed that justice
was not served.

No, no. Sean Parks
is going to prison.

For trying
to kill Phil.

And the Coast Guard
is building a case

for Agent Graham's murder.

Parks is screwed.

Oh, hell, yes. Oh.

That's great.

No one really
told you, I guess.

Like I said, I'm not
on the memo list.

- Well, it doesn't really work that way.
- Yeah, uh, you know what?

Can you hold that thought
for one second?

I-I'll be right back.
Where are you going?

To call my mom and tell her
the good news.

Her little Kay-Kay
made a difference.

I just remember why
I became an agent.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah. We're on our way.

Well, let's go.

Grab your gear.

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