All language subtitles for NCIS s02e14 Witness.eng

PARKER:
Ask a higher power

why bad things happen
to good people.

I'm pretty sure
you'd come up empty.

What I can tell you
is that I've spent

far too much time resenting you.

Hating you.

Dreaming of you lying
in a pool of your own blood.

And this time

I'd be the one
pulling the trigger.

* *

PARKER: So I run home
for lunch to try and save

my extremely
temperamental orchids,

and suddenly I get the feeling
that I'm-I'm being watched.

And so I look up
and there she is,

right above my greenhouse,
this ruby-throated hummingbird

in all her amazingly
minuscule glory.

Oh, it is amazing.

It's an amazing shot
you got, too.

Almost as amazing
as these bad boys right here.

Mmm, nothing better
than afternoon pastries.

What did you say
you call this again?

Uh, Italian, sfogliatelle.

Uh, not quite
on a par with Veniero's

in, uh, Manhattan,
but they're pretty close.

Hey, guys. Oh, cool hummingbird.
Right?

Jimmy, you got to try this.
I could use one.

If you like those,
you're gonna love tomorrow.

I found a deli that makes
the best Peruvian picarones.

Jimmy, you okay?

What? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm fine, fine.

Yeah, just fine?

Yeah, man, I know
that look. What's up?

It's-it's nothing, really,
it's just...

HR turned down my request
for an assistant.

You know, Kasie, too.
It's-it's not a big deal.

But didn't Kasie try out
two new assistants last week?

She did.
Neither one of them worked out,

which is why I'm thinking
maybe HR got cold feet?

All right, hold on,
that's got to be a mistake.

Yeah, after all,
Ducky had you for years.

You've had no one.
Exactly.

You guys need some help.

I shouldn't have
even brought it up.

It's just, it's been so long
since I had a partner.

Then let's bring it up
with Vance.

Right now, like you and me?

We can all go,
if it helps.

It's not like we're busy
around here.

Oh, no.
Oh, come on, man, don't say that out loud.

What? What? It's true.
It's a quiet day.

It's an all-too-rare quiet day.

Yeah, don't jinx it.
Okay, okay, fine, whatever.

Come on, Jimmy.

Let's go before I, uh, I jinx us

into the crime
of the century, huh?

VANCE:
I see.

And how did that happen?

WOMAN: Well, we're not sure...
Huh.

Yeah, uh,
I understand, kind of.

Um... so just
get it figured out

and get back to me.

Okay, thanks.

Am I in trouble?
Can we get Ms. Hines in here?

She's off today, she's
at the forensics convention

in Georgetown.
Is she in trouble?

No one's in trouble, Dr. Palmer.

I was just hoping not to have
to explain this more than once.

Explain what?
I'm not entirely certain myself,

but apparently due to a glitch
in our payroll system,

the two assistants that
Ms. Hines tried out last week

were somehow issued
severance packages.

For one day's work?

As I said, glitch in the system.

A glitch that's gonna cost Jimmy
the assistant that he needs?

Again, Agent Parker, it's
not a need. (stammers)

It's really, it's okay.
No, it's not okay, Jimmy.

You and Kasie bust
your butts down there.

I'm sure the director
sees that, too.

It's just a temporary situation.

(phones chime)

We have a body on
Route 60 in Fairfax.

Yeah, which the team will
definitely blame me for causing.

We can discuss this with
Ms. Hines tomorrow, Doctor.

Got it, Director, thanks.

Ooh, sfogliatelle.
Love it.

(siren wailing)
OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Hey, no skid marks on the
highway from the truck.

KNIGHT:
But a fresh set where a second vehicle stopped.

Truck was likely ambushed.

Guy never saw it coming.

JIMMY:
Based on the location of the wound,

I'd say he was dead
before he hit the stump.

All right, our victim is
Ensign Clyde Sims, 27.

According to the Norfolk office,
he was assigned to transport

classified cargo
to a secure facility in Reston.

Cargo's not secure anymore.

Must've been pretty valuable.

It was.

Three crates of
black market opioids,

seized at sea by a
Navy patrol boat,

with an estimated
street value of...

Anyone?
Half a million?

Three.
Million?

TORRES:
Looks like our killer left a few pills

on the way out.

A lot of money
for something so small.

KNIGHT: So small
yet so much trouble.

McGEE:
It's got a logo on it.

TORRES:
What is it, an "M"?

McGEE:
Maybe a "W"?

Or a three?
I don't know, Parker.

What do you think
this looks like?

Agent Parker?

Parker!
(car door slams, engine starts)

(tires screeching)

What the hell was that?

I don't know,
but it can't be good.

Parker's still not in?

What, would you expect
him to be?

Well, he has to
turn up eventually.

I mean, no one just
disappears all night

without returning a phone call.

I went by his house last night
and this morning.

It's like he dropped off
the face of the Earth.

"Dropped"?
It's more like he ran.

Right after we found those.

McGEE:
Leaving us to figure it out.

Yeah, starting
with, are those Ms

or Es or threes?

It's a "W."
Turns out

these bootlegs were
quite popular ten years ago.

Where'd they come from?

Well, that's what I'm trying
to figure out.

That's why I came here early.

PARKER:
Yeah, let me give you a hint.

The "W" is for Wills.
Clayton Wills.

Where you been?
Never mind that. Just tell me

we have some leads, or do
I have to do everything

around here?
Hey, what happened?

No Peruvian picarones?

Hey, you think I'm joking?!

Whoa.

I think you need
to take a step back.

Parker, take it easy.

Yeah, just tell us
what's going on.

No, you tell me.
When I'm done with Vance,

I want a full update
on our dead ensign,

the hijacked truck,
and anything

you can find
on Clayton Wills.

With a "W"!

Vance is not up there.

Where the hell is he?

Really, Director?

Severance packages for one day?

That's correct, Ms. Hines, but
as I told Dr. Palmer yesterday,

until HR can fix the glitch,

there won't be
any new hires for a while.

We've made it this far without
assistants, I'm sure we...

Seriously? Are you really still

going on about lab assistants,
Jimmy, or can I borrow

the director for something
a little more pressing?

I actually...

Civil tones, Parker.

I'll be civil.
I just need a few minutes,

and it can't wait.

Outside.

Wait, hold on, hold on,
what about him? Anything?

Well, cause of death...
I know cause of death!

I saw it with my own eyes.
I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about the bullet.

Anything on the bullet?

It's still running
through ballistics.

And I'm still pulling
other bullets

from the truck
down in the evidence garage.

Well, isn't the evidence garage

where you should be right now?!

Parker!

Hey, first of all,
cool your damn jets.

My jets are right
where they need to be, okay?

Look, this guy
that we're after...

What guy?
And where have you been?

PARKER: Trying to get in to
see a guy named Clayton Wills,

but his lawyer insists
that I need to go through

proper channels, which
apparently means I need you,

Leon, in MTAC.

Ah, proper channels.
That's how it works, doesn't it?

With protocols
that don't include

you running out on your team.

I didn't run out!

Okay.

I get it, I lost it.

Lost it or still losing it?

Look, I have my reasons.

Which I'd be happy
to explain on the way.

But, uh, this creep's lawyer

is expecting our call,
so shall we?

(elevator bell dings)

KNIGHT:
Clayton Wills.

Founder and CEO of WillsNet,

"a crowd-funded start-up
tech venture,

bringing you the latest in
cutting-edge computer hardware."

I know this company.

Delilah's got one of their,
uh, all-in-one chargers.

What's a computer geek have
to do with bootleg opioids?

Well, it says it
right here in his bio.

He created WillsNet after
serving time in prison.

"Which is why WillsNet
is proud to employ

"parolees to help start over

and lead more productive lives."

I'll bet a box of picarones
that Parker was the one

who put this guy away.
We working down there or not?!

Keep digging!
You got it.

Jefe.

KNIGHT: Who is that
lunatic up there?

And what has he done
with Parker? Well, obviously,

this Clayton Wills guy
brings out the worst in him.

The worst? That guy up there
is someone we don't even know.

Gentlemen, I can assure
you both that Mr. Wills

has left his unfortunate past
far behind him.

We understand that, Ms. Haswell.

If you did, Director,

this call
would not be necessary.

My client paid
his debt to society

and now dedicates
his life to helping

former inmates like himself.

She's got
her lines down cold.

People love a good redemption
story, Agent Parker.

It's become a hallmark
for our company.

Made us a darling
in the tech world.

It's a hell of a cover,
I'll give you that.

Parker.

Let's avoid any
unnecessary legal action

for harassment, shall we?

When do I get to see your boss?

I can't guarantee a time.

But in good faith,
I'll happily advise Mr. Wills

to cooperate
in any way that he can.

Yeah, I'll believe it
when I see it.

Good talk.

Gentlemen.

Really? We got the call
you wanted, threw it away?

I want Wills himself,

not his well-paid
spokesperson.

Well, good luck getting it now.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)
It's not a good time, Jer.

I'm right in the middle of s...

What?

Here?

Okay, have 'em take you

to the evidence garage,
I'll meet you there.

Stop.

Who was that?
A friend, Leon.

Like you.

Thanks.
Hey!

You want to thank me?

Take a breath.

Last bullet looks
just like the others.

Five rounds total.

Ballistics give you
anything?

I was saving
my report for Parker,

but, you know,
I'm happy to practice.

Has anyone seen
Dr. Jekyll today?

Uh, we are going
with Hurricane Hyde.

Oh, yeah,
no kidding.

What happened to him?

Uh, take a number.

Bullets?

.30-caliber with striations

that suggest it was fired
from a very old gun.

Like, World War II era.

Easy to score at gun shows
but hard to trace.

And we know the Hurricane is
gonna want a drug report, too.

And I will be ready
for him.

These Ws are just cheap
oxycodone knockoffs

relying on grains of
fentanyl for strength.

So, between killing
our ensign and stealing

fentanyl-laced pills...

These guys are easy to hate.

(elevator bell dings)
Ooh, brace yourselves.

Oh.

Hi. Evidence garage?

Oh, this is it.
Can we help you?

I just hung up
with Agent Parker.

Supposed to meet
him down here.

Oh, then he'll be here.

Um, I'm Agent Knight,
and you are...?

Jeremy Brighton?

Yes. Hey. Do I know you?

Hi. Uh, no, no.

But my wife and I are,
like, huge fans

of your books
and-and your podcast.

Wow. Thank you so much,
Agent...?

Uh, Tim. McGee.

But just, you know,
Tim's good.

Online parenting coach
for wheelchair users.

It works miracles
with the twins.

Ah, twins. Double the fun.

And how do you know Parker?

He was my last partner
at the Bureau.

You were FBI?
Retired.

And if you're his current team,

you should know he was really

singing your praises last night.

Last night
he was with you?

Oh, I couldn't get him
out of my house.

Park's a dog with a bone when
it comes to Clayton Wills.

You're one to talk.

I'm not obsessed, pal.

You worked that
case together?

My last case, yep.

They're family. You can say it.

It's the case
that put me in this chair.

BRIGHTON:
Wills started out as just a cocky street dealer,

before his "W" brand

started flooding the Northeast.

KNIGHT:
Pharma opioids are bad enough.

A cheap alternative's
hard to beat.

Yeah, which made
his little empire faster

than we could keep up with.
Made him more elusive, too.

We were after him for years
before that last firefight

with his crew, when we finally
took him down, however briefly.

Yeah, he only
served four years.

Supposed to be 20,
but that little weasel gave up

a bunch of his friends,
got it down to six,

and then he walked
on good behavior.

Explains why seeing those Ws
again really set you off.

Well, I wouldn't say that
it exactly "set me off."

Oh, that's affirmative
on "set off," yeah.

It kind of did.
PARKER: Okay.

Okay, but it makes
me want to prove

more than ever that
Wills's new "company"?

It's nothing but a front.

Yeah, but it's not.

I mean,
fronts usually don't

produce an actual product.

And I do seem
to recall some bad guys

successfully managing
to reinvent

themselves as good guys.
Not this guy.

(phone chimes)

Oh, um... you are Delilah's

absolute favorite author,
and she would kill me

if I didn't get
a quick selfie with you.

Do you mind?
Oh... I'd be honored.

Nice.
I'll take it.

Heck, bring the family for
dinner sometime. Josie loves

entertaining, my son's a bit
older than your twins,

but he loves
little kids.

Almost as much
as he loves his godfather.

TORRES:
Oh.

Godfather?

(imitating Marlon Brando):
Well...

Eli's a good boy.

(phone rings)

Director, yes, sir?

Is Parker with you?

Yes.
How is he?

Uh, he is, uh, better actually.

Good. I just got a call
from the lawyer.

Clayton Wills is awaiting
a visit from both of you.

What, he's asking for me?

No, I am, and I'm not asking.

Hold a tight leash, McGee.

Clayton Wills is waiting for us.

Remember, Park.

You don't need a grudge,
you need evidence.

Yeah, whatever.
McGee, let's go.

Good luck, Tim.

TORRES: Okay, Brighton,
what's the deal?

Yeah, you're seem to be
the Parker Whisperer.

What happened to the Parker
that we know and love?

You mean the bird-watching,
beer-making,

pastry-loving Parker?

Yeah. Wait.

"Beer-making"?

Before he started distracting
himself with those...

delightful obsessions,

my old partner was just
an impulsive,

foul-mouthed,
hot-headed son of a bitch.

What changed him?
Me getting shot.

Park had my six that night,
or was supposed to.

So he feels responsible.
Mm-hmm, which made him want to change

his ways, but being stuck at
the Bureau made that impossible.

Joining you guys?

That allowed him
to embrace these hobbies

and turn over a new leaf.

WILLS:
Hey!

Afraid I only have
a few minutes here to talk.

Agent Parker and, uh...

Agent McGee, is it?
Yeah.

Well, this should only take
a few minutes, so...

First of all, I, uh,

let me say,
I was absolutely mortified

when Rebecca told me about
those copycat Ws out there.

Mimicking
my trademark?

Former trademark, of course.

I have a new one now,
as you can see.

'Cause you're a changed man.

I would hope we all are.
(chuckles)

I've decided life's
too short to hold animosity

against you
and your old partner for, uh,

for rightly putting me away.

Hell, Parker,
without you,

I-I wouldn't be here.

In fact...

please accept
my best seller.

Hmm?

Just to show there's
no hard feelings at all.

Still greasy
after all these years.

(chuckles)
McGee? Thank you.

But, uh, actually,
I already have one.

My, uh, my wife loves the
all-in-one features on this guy.

You know,
the AllDone is

really gonna revolutionize
the industry.

Did you say "Alden"?

Seriously?
What? No.

The AllDone, as in a device

that does it all.
AllDone. Get it?

Are you messing with me?
"AllDone"?

"Alden"?
You hear that, McGee?

Okay, maybe you should
let me do the talking.

Hey, y-you know what, I just,
I just thought of something.

A way to prove to you, Parker,

that we're
on the same side here.

We're never gonna be
on the same side.

Not even if I give you the name
and location of my old supplier?

Benny knew my product
inside and out.

If anyone is copying my "W,"
it'd be him.

Benny who?
Do you have a last name?

Ah, well,
we didn't do last names,

but if he's still operating
out of his old place,

you'd better go in hot.

Benny works alone, but he,
uh, he really likes his guns.

In fact, Parker, I think Benny
may have been the one who, uh,

who paralyzed
your buddy Brighton.

That was his name, right,
Brighton?

You don't say his name.

Ever.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to touch a nerve.

I just hope you're not blaming
yourself or anything.

I mean, what happened
to Brighton was so tragic,

and if he...
Don't say his name! I will kill you!

Parker, Parker, come on!
Come on... I will kill you.

You understand me?
You understand me?! Parker, stop it.

Gentlemen!

It's time to go.

The location's surrounded
by a bunch of boarded-up stores,

so if you have
to shoot first,

there's no bystanders
to worry about.

Hey, Parker, you don't have
to get your hands dirty

on this one.
Yeah, seriously.

If it's just one guy,
we can handle him alone.

Over my dead body.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

Nothing to fear on my end, Leon.

Not anymore.

You're benched.

What?!

No.

Yes. After hearing
from Wills's lawyer,

what do you expect?
I only wish I'd done it sooner.

McGee?
Wills got under your skin without even trying.

If Benny is our guy,
we need him back alive.

And you think I can't do that?

I can keep my cool out there.

Better you keep it in here.
So no shots fired, got it?

Got it, Director.

KNIGHT:
Don't worry, Parker.

We'll get him.

(clank)

KNIGHT:
Can't say I blame him.

How can Parker
not feel guilty?

Yeah, I get it, but...

But what?

But putting on the badge
comes with risks.

We can't blame ourselves
for everything that goes wrong.

Moving on is part of the job.

A part of the job
that's not so easy

after you watch
your partner get hit.

Especially when it was
your job to watch his back.

Well, best thing we can do
for Parker is, uh,

bring in this Benny guy.

I got your six in there.

Back at you.

TORRES:
Pickle store, really?

So much for Benny working alone.

And it looks
like he's packing heat, too.

You know, it's possible they
don't make pickles here.

Ah, that's too bad, 'cause
who doesn't like a pickle?

Hey, uh, we're here
to see, uh, Benny.

Yeah, we can
just show ourselves in.

You have an appointment?

Oh, this'll only
take a minute.

NCIS.

(scoffs)
You guys got a warrant?

Of course we do, you sillypants.

Do you have a permit to carry
that gun under that coat?

(laughs)

(grunts)

We should call for backup.

MAN:
What's going on?

If we don't go in now,

we might lose him for good.

(grunting)

MAN:
You can't come in here!

MAN 2:
Who are you guys?

NCIS.

KNIGHT:
Drop your weapons!

What do I pay you for? Shoot!

Whoa-whoa-whoa! Please don't!

No, we can't, Benny.
We'd hit Francis.

Francis, really?
BENNY: Fine, don't shoot.

But instead of standing there,
take 'em out!

(grunting)

(rings)

(grunting)

(rings)

(grunting)

(screams)

BENNY:
Okay.

Hey, just calm down now.

Now that we got
those guys out of the way,

I'm sure we can
talk this through.

I'm sure we can.
So talk.

You name it, I can help out.

You supplying
for Wills?

Clayton Wills?

Why would I be working
for my competition?

Who the hell raids
a pickle store?

Three years I've been there,
not one customer.

So who tipped you, huh?

It was Clayton Wills.

Who also says you're the one

who shot that FBI
agent years ago.

I wasn't even there that night!

You know
what Clayton's doing, right?

Having you take out
the competition.

Free of charge.

Oh, yeah, keep talking.

Yep, Wills ratted him out,

now hopefully

Benny will return the favor.

He better give us
something.

As of now,
we've got nothing on Wills.

BENNY: Okay, look,
there has to be something

I can do for you guys
to help out. How about

you help yourself by
giving us something good?

Like where Wills
is getting these made?

I wish I could tell you.

I hated seeing those
make a comeback.

Why, too much competition?
They're so popular.

I was afraid they were gonna
put me out of business.

That's why I put threes

on my pills, hoping people
would mistake 'em for Ws.

So taking
the Ws off the streets

would help your business?
Help?

Hell yeah. It'd give me
total market control.

And how far would you go to
get "total market control"?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, you-you guys
think I did that?

You're the only one here who's
dreaming of an opioid monopoly.

You're also the only one
with armed muscle

that can actually pull it off.

So why wouldn't we think
that you did that?

Okay, I got it.

Something
you can nail Wills with.

Okay, we're listening.
Know why you were able

to take my guys out so easily?

Because my best enforcers
left me a few months ago.

Oh, that's what it was.

Agree to disagree, but go on.

Manny and Omar, they left me
to work for someone else

around the same time the Ws
came back on the market.

So they've got
to be working for Wills!

Does Manny and Omar have
a last name?

Nobody's filling out
W-2s for me.

But if you get them in here,

you show 'em that picture,

they'll turn on Wills
in a heartbeat.

So how do we get them in here?

(laughing):
No idea.

(smacks lips)
All right.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, I mean,

I can set up
a meeting.

It'll work, I swear.

Looks you'll be
hosting a sting op.

The sooner, the better.

(phone chimes)
Oh.

Looks like Kasie's
got something.

Well, maybe she can tell us
why a successful businessman

decided to return
to dealing drugs.

KASIE:
Their profits just don't add up.

Wills' lawyer sent me
all the financials I requested,

wanting to show that
Wills had nothing to hide.

And?
Oh, he's got plenty to hide.

And he's very bad
at hiding it.

In fact, his own lawyer
even found a few red flags.

How red
are we talking here?

KASIE:
Wills may have sold a lot of AllDones,

but after the initial sales
surge, his profits plateaued,

and he found himself
very deep in the red.

Wait, so he was losing money
every month?

That's the thing,
he wasn't.

His company has
some other...

revenue stream
keeping them afloat.

Where it's from,
I can't say.

Got to be the drugs.

Just need to find
a way to prove it.

Luckily, I have
my best man

running chemical
analysis.

Jimmy?
Not yet.

Excuse me?
I'm still working on the animations for the chart

I was gonna present.
Just one minute.

Jimmy, you better
give me those...

Behold.

Two sets of pills.

The Ws
from the Navy seizure

and Benny's threes
from the pickle store.

Now, as you can see
from my animated chart...

...the two pills have
two completely

different levels
of fentanyl.

Thereby two...

distinct manufacturers.

One of whom is Clayton Wills?

Well, I can't tell for sure,

but I can tell you that

Benny did not make the Ws.

Which we already know.
We do?

We do, yeah.

But, um, it's cool animation.

Thanks.

Oh, um, I don't know
why you're both

looking for help around here.

You guys have been partners
for years.

Hmm.

Well, the animation was
a nice touch.

Didn't quite stick
the landing, though.

Hey.

Help me down in Autopsy?

Mm-hmm.

(door opens)

I was hoping I wouldn't find
you stewing down here.

First this son
of a bitch

takes out you,
now this poor kid. Whoa, pal.

I don't know if you can tell
from where you're standing,

but I'm not dead. I'm living.

In fact,
I love my life.

Last I checked,
you're alive, too.

I guess.
You guess?

Your team is just
as you described.

A family that sees you
as one of their own.

You're living, pal.

You just need to look around
and see it.

You think I don't try?

I mean, this place
has been great for me.

It's what I feel
when I'm not here

that gets to me.
I-I fill the silence

with everything I can.
Birds, piano,

pastries!
Well, you got 'em

roped in with the pastries,
I got to say. Good move.

I'm burning alive, Jer,
I mean, this...

this guilt,
I can't shake it off, man.

All right, pal.

Let's get you out of here.

Maybe you need some rest.

Maybe this is how
a person is supposed to feel

after they shoot
their best friend in the back.

Maybe I just have
to accept that

this is just who I am now.

You know I don't blame you
for anything that night.

It was pure
fog of war...

stuff,
bullets in every direction.

Not your fault.
Not my fault?

My bullet hit your spine.

And whether I was shooting
at somebody else or not,

that's definitionally my fault.

Enough.
You can tell yourself it wasn't.

And that might help
you sleep at night,

but it's what
keeps me up, pal.

Well, you and no one else.

Because what happened

that night stayed
between you, me and our C.O.

We didn't need to lose
two agents that night.

We're not doing this again.
You're not going to console me

about your injury that I caused!

Well, then don't make me!

I mean,
do you think

I like this?

Carrying your guilt
on top of everything?

No. No, Jer.

I never meant to...
Then what is it?

You want punishment? You want
me to be angry with you?

Maybe.

I remember you saying

you kept the letter I wrote

next to your badge and gun
at the Bureau.

I wasn't surprised
to find it

in the same place here.

It's a reminder
to keep levelheaded in the field

and what can happen
if you don't.

I wrote this about, mm,

a month after what happened.

And I was thinking

now is the time to reread it.

Letter's
still sealed, Park.

You never read it.

I'll read your damn letter.

Right after I take out Wills.

Wh-What the hell
are you talking about?

What do you mean,
"take out Wills"?

What's...
Ensign Sims doing out?

C-Can I help you?

I'm fine, Jimmy.
Nobody needs your help here.

Just mind your own business.

All due respect, Agent Parker,

that body is my business.

We were just leaving, Jimmy.

Yeah. Heading home.

I could go for a cold one.
How about you?

I'm telling you, they're
gonna show up any minute.

I think.

McGEE:
You better hope so, Benny.

Yeah. We can't help you
with sentencing

if you can't help us tonight.

These guys
are almost two hours late.

No, no, no, listen.

I made them
a pretty sweet offer.

They'll come.
McGEE: Well, you got

another half hour, Benny.

So Parker's making beer
and he hasn't shared any?

I was thinking
the exact same thing.

I mean, it's not
like we would drink it

in the squad room or anything.

I'm good
with the pastries.

(phone ringing)

(grunts)

Ooh. Speak of the devil.

Where we at, McGee?

Parker,
you know I'm not supposed

to be talking to you
about this case

while you're still benched,
right?

McGee, I'm not gonna get
in the middle of anything.

I'm home watching the game.

I just want to know

if we're gonna nail this guy
or not.

Well, I wish I had better news
for you, but...

(sighs) we don't have anything
illegal on this guy yet.

We're waiting
on two of Wills' guys,

but they
haven't shown yet.

So it doesn't look good.

Parker?

Hello?

Our lead's down to six.

They better step it up
on defense.

Eh, no worries.

They're a fourth-quarter team.

Hey, where are the beers?

Oh. You know, I just ran out.

I'll be right back, okay?

Don't lose
the lead.

TORRES:
I'm telling you, we're wasting our time.

These guys
are not coming.

All right, I'm calling it.

Let's head in.

Just give it ten more minutes.

(phone ringing)

(exhales)

Hello?
Agent McGee, Jeremy Brighton.

Is Parker with you?

No, I thought he was with you.

Nope. He's gone.

I don't know where he is,
but if I had to guess,

I'd say he's headed to Wills.

Damn it. Okay, um...

Thanks, Brighton.
We'll find him.

Parker?

In the wind. We're done here.

Actually, I think
we're just getting started.

BENNY:
Ah. Told you.

They might run late,
but they got here eventually.

KNIGHT:
Those sure do look like World War II-era weapons.

Carried by the same two guys
that tossed Parker and I

out of Wills' warehouse.

I'll take the alley,
circle around back.

BENNY:
Manny. Omar.

How great
to see you both again.

Glad I could pry you
away from your new jobs.

How they treating
you, huh?

You look good. I like that.

NCIS!

Weapons down!

Put it down!

On your knees!

Good?
(handcuffs clicking)

(grunting)

All right!

You guys can help us out
with this one.

Are those Ws or Ms?

(door opens)

(door closes)

What the hell
took you guys so long?

You can't leave me
hanging like this!

Manny, I need you
in here packing. And, Omar,

get me, uh, some...
Oh, you're really burning the midnight oil,

aren't you,
Clayton?

You know, the courts
won't like you, uh,

breaking and entering
like this, Alden.

And your parole officer won't
like you sitting there with, uh,

drugs and a gun either.

Nobody was
watching the door.

You a little short-staffed?

It's hard to find good people to
work with these days, isn't it?

No. I've actually had
pretty good luck.

I assume this is
how you keep your company afloat

during tough times?

No one in Silicon Valley
would touch, uh, an ex-con.

First it was working out great.

I was the only, uh, stockholder.

But things change. You run
into a couple of bad quarters,

there's no one there
to bail you out, so...

So... here we are.

You and me.

You come here alone?

I did.

In that case...
Hey.

If it's just the two of us,

let's be frank.

How can I help you,
Alden, hmm?

What do you need?

So, is that-- is that it?
(chuckles softly)

You want me
to reach for the gun?

Hmm? So you can take me out?

Justified shooting?

Hmm?

Doesn't matter what I want.

I'm here to take you in.

But I will put you down
without a second thought, so...

yeah, don't touch the gun.

(both grunting)

(door opens)

(panting)

Turn around!

On your knees!

(panting)
Now!

Pl...

Please.

Please don't kill me.

(panting)

What?

Are you actually begging?

Yeah, why not?

I'm-I'm not some evil genius.

I'm trash.

Okay? I get that.

Just-just please don't kill me.

I'm not gonna kill you.

Wh-Why'd you come to my,
my office by yourself? Hmm?

Why are you here, Parker?

What do you want?

I want to end all this.

I want you to confess

to the killing of that Navy kid
driving the truck.

Ensign Clyde Sims.

He doesn't need
to confess, Parker.

His workers
did it for him.

Wills ordered them
to steal back the bootlegs

and leave no witnesses.

No getting out
early this time.

(grunts)

So much for being benched.

Parker, we had this
under control.

What did you come here
to do tonight?

(sniffles)

Just needed to be sure, McGee,

that he was taken away.
(sniffles)

It's over now.

I'm good.

KNIGHT:
Turns out the lawyer

for WillsNet
is taking over the company.

She was the only person
who would give him money,

making her the sole investor
who is not in jail.

Yeah, apparently
she's a true believer in,

uh, helping parolees getting
their lives back on track.

Nice. Good
to hear.

I was gonna tell Delilah

that we're getting rid
of the AllDones,

but, uh, if the company's
really helping people,

then I feel pretty good
about keeping 'em.

Let's go. It's quitting time.

Uh, not for me.

When Parker got benched,
I took lead, so...

that leaves me
with the after action report.

It'll only take me a couple
hours, so you guys go ahead.

Um, I will get started
on the sting details.

Yeah, and send me everything you
got on, uh... on Wills so far.

You got it.

JIMMY:
Yeah, good as new. Almost.

Thanks, Jimmy.

I'm sorry that I yelled
at you earlier.

You didn't deserve that.

No worries.

Thanks for saying that, though.

I understand.

No one should be judged
by their worst days.

KASIE:
Ah.

Okay, Dr. Palmer.

All of your body-cutting
sharp things

are officially sterilized,

which leaves me
officially done

for the day as
your assistant.

Which, I got to say,
feels pretty good.

Thanks, Kase.

All right. Well...

you two have
a good night.

Turn the lights out
when you leave.

"No one should be judged
by their worst days."

I like that.

Jimmy's always coming up
with stuff like that.

He's good.

But how about you?

How you doing, pal?
Feeling any better?

I don't know.

I always thought of that creep

as some kind
of criminal mastermind.

So I'd be certain that when I
took him down, I'd feel better.

But instead

nothing's changed.

Want to know what I think?
Would it

stop you if I didn't?

I think you're stuck, pal.

And I don't think
arresting

anyone is gonna change that
for you.

If anything, I feel worse.

Oh, come on.

Not that letter again.

I get that you weren't ready
before...

And what if I'm still not?
Well, then, too bad.

Just read it. Out loud.

I'm not gonna read your letter
out loud.

You know what it says.

You heard it already.

You don't need to hear it.
But you do.

Then you read it.
Which one of us

has the wheelchair?

I forget.

Think I like playing that card?

I do not.

But I've already dealt
with that night.

You haven't.

(scoffs)

Okay.

(sighs)

"Parker."

"Ask a higher power

"why bad things
happen to good people,

"I'm pretty sure
you'd come up empty.

"What I can tell you is that
I've spent far too much time

"resenting you.

Hating you..."

Give me that.

Out loud.

All right.

"...far too much time
resenting you. Hating you.

Dreaming of you lying
in a pool of your own blood."

Very good.

"And this time I'd be
the one pulling the trigger.

"But that was yesterday.

Today I'm choosing to..."

"Today I'm choosing
to move forward.

"It's normal to be consumed
and frozen by fear and trauma.

"I was in
that place,

and I know you're
there right now."

"But you need to remember
you're not alone in this."

Oh. Thank you.

PARKER:
"You have a partner."

"You'll always have
a partner in me."

"I got your six.

I'll do my part."

"And I need you to do yours.
So...

first, know this..."

"I forgive you."

Keep going.

(sighs)

"I know

"you've heard that
from me before,

"but I want you
to read this every day

"until you're able to move on.

"It won't happen overnight,
but you...

you have to start somewhere,
so..."

"I absolve you, pal.

"And now it's your turn.

So say it."

"Say it to yourself.

I forgive you."

I forgive you.

(sighs deeply)

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