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Your neighbor wasn't fishing with his dogs.

He was drowning 'em!

[grunting]Gibbs!

I thought about those dogs.

I reacted.

I have no choice but to suspend you.

Indefinitely.

I need your badge and your gun.

Hey, how's Gibbs?

I'm not sure. He said,

"There's more to life than the job."

Gibbs said that?

Yeah.

Oh, body in Reston.

Normally this is when you'd say, "Grab your gear."

[chuckles]: Yeah. Eh, not this time.

[ducks quacking]

So I liked her post and she liked mine.

But then she left this weird comment, you know?

So I'm still just trying to figure out

if she's even into me.

Why don't you just, you know, call her?

Oh, yeah. That's-that's a-- that's a good idea, Grandpa.

And then what? Take her on a hot date

of shuffleboard and sarsaparilla?

Would a grandpa haul ass like this?

Ten bucks says I beat you to Baker Street bypass!

Make it $20 and you're on!

[chuckles]

[groaning] Come on!

[groaning]

What happened?

The chain snapped.

Looks like I'm calling an Uber.

Oh, I'm sorry, man.

You want me to wait for you?

No, I'm fine. You go ahead.

All right.

Look on the bright side,

you just saved yourself 20 bucks!

[quietly]: Grandpa.

20 bucks!

Let's see you out here racing kids half your age,

you little punk.[beeping]

[engine revving, tires screeching in distance]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[shouts, grunting]

Oh, my God.

[panting] Hey!

Hey!

[panting]

Mike.

♪

[elevator dings]

What the hell is this?

Uh, that appears to be our firearms qualification, Nick.

I know what it is.

I'm talking about your perfect score.

Yep.

Yep?

You max it out at 300

and all I got is a "yep"?

Yep.

I'm good with guns, bro.

[clears throat] No one is this good, bro.

What are you doing? Hmm?

You sneaking in hours at the range?Hmm.

Oh. Okay. That's how you're gonna play it.

All right, I respect that.

I won't ask you any more questions.

I'll just ask McGee.

McGee?

What? Yes? What?

You haven't been listening to our conversation?

No. No, I'm reading the news.

Parker James trial starts today.Parker who?

How many different Parkers have you arrested?

This Parker James.

Oh, yeah, I remember this tool.

You should. He ran the biggest Ponzi scheme

in Navy history. Stole millions from sailors.

$30 million, to be exact.[phone rings]

Hello?Actually, a pretty brilliant scheme.

Well, he confessed to Gibbs, so he must not be that brilliant.

Well, he was smart enough to make the money disappear.

Can't spend that money in prison, baby.

Assuming he's convicted.

Gibbs is testifying. So, as soon as the jury hears

about James' confession, it's over.

Thanks. Uh, we got a body.

I say it wrong?

Well, no.

But, usually, when Gibbs is gone,

I get the "got a body" calls.

Probably got the wrong extension.

My ringer's not working.

Ah.

[birds chirping][indistinct chatter]

VANCE: Okay. I'm here, Gibbs.

What's up?

Prosecutor just dropped me as a witness

in the James case.

Oh.

Good morning to you, too.

You know about this?

Yeah. She called me a couple days ago.

Said she was leaning that way.

What'd you say?

I told her whatever choice she made,

we would fully support.

Who's "we"?

The agency.

Oh. [chuckles]

So you... you agree with her.

Yeah. I do.

Gibbs, you assaulted an unarmed suspect.

No prosecutor in their right mind

is going to put a witness on the stand with that kind

of baggage.Leon, he was-- he was shooting,

he was drowning dogs.

It doesn't matter.

It does to me.Yeah.

Well, you made that clear when you put him in the hospital.

But the choice you made has consequences.

What I did has nothing to do with Parker James.

His defense attorney

will claim it has everything to do with your credibility.

I never lied.No.

But a jury might find what you did do a bit unsettling.

I'm the only person that heard him confess.

I don't take the stand,

this guy will walk.

She thinks she can get a conviction even without you.

She thinks.

Do you know how many lives that Parker James destroyed?

Course I do.

So do I.

Call her back.

Fight.

Not this time, Gibbs.

You're just gonna let this guy go free?

No.

If Parker James walks,

that's on you.

[door opens, bell tinkles]

[siren whooping in distance]

[indistinct radio chatter]

All right. So, Petty Officer Second Class Michael Benson.

25 years old.

Based on the size of his calves,

I'd say he spent a good portion of those years riding a bike.

Any witnesses?

Uh, no, not yet.

Streets are pretty empty in the morning.

The cops say a jogger found him.

All right.

Talk to me, Jimmy.

You're getting pretty good at that.

McGEE: Thanks.

Work in progress.

He's got massive soft tissue damage

on his torso and arms.

He was struck at quite a high speed.

Judging by the depth of this gash on his head,

I'd say he hit the pavement pretty hard.

You know, I don't see skid marks.

The vehicle didn't even slow down.

McGEE: So our driver

was either asleep or drunk.

Or maybe this wasn't an accident.

Uh... guys?

Got another bike.

[siren wails in distance]

No frame damage on this one. But...

chain's broken.

Looks like our petty officer wasn't riding alone.

So we're not only missing a vehicle,

we're missing a witness.

I saw a camera up there that caught the crime scene.

If we're lucky, it'll, uh, help us find 'em both.

KASIE: This is why I don't ride bikes on streets.

Streets are for cars.

Just like the ocean is for sharks.

Which is also why I don't...

Kasie.

Yeah.

Uh, video, please.

Oh. Yeah, okay. And before you ask,

no, I cannot zoom in any more than this.

Only one cyclist?

For now.

Okay. So I guess that rules out

license plate number.

What about make and model?

Uh, no and no.

Black sedan is all you're gonna get.

But there is a second act.

The mystery second rider.

Hmm. He must have seen the hit-and-run.

KASIE: Where's his bike?

TORRES: Broken chain.

What's he doing?

He's looking around

to make sure the coast is clear.

TORRES:Dude, what are you doing? Call 911.

Check for a pulse or something.

Oh, he does something.

What the hell?

My thoughts exactly.

I mean, what kind of a monster

would leave their friend to die?

The kind who knows something we don't.

Petty Officer Benson.

Assigned to NSA Bethesda.

C.O. said that he was a model sailor.

Parents said everybody loved him.

Parents always say that.

But someone driving

a black sedan didn't love him.

Not really feeling the love

from his bike partner either.

Can't wait to find this guy.

McGEE: Yeah. First, we got to find out

who this guy is.

What? Didn't Kasie run the prints off his bike?

Yeah. He's not in the system.

We have to find another way to I.D. him.

Any theories on why this guy ran from the crime scene?

I don't know. Maybe he was in on it.

That would explain why he vanished.

Those outfits they're wearing, those expensive bikes--

you think maybe they're part of a team?

Way ahead of you.

Petty Officer Benson was part of a club called

the D.C. Cyclists. And we figure

our mystery biker was a member, too.

Nice. Want to call 'em, get the club roster?

Again, way ahead of you.

But before you get too excited, there's, like, over 600 members,

so there's got to be a faster way to I.D. this guy.[phone chimes]

Oh. Find a faster way.

Jimmy's got something. I'm headed to Autopsy.

[sighs]

TORRES: Hmm. Any ideas?

Ellie?Hmm?

Any ideas?

Sorry. I was just thinking, uh...

you know, it's usually Gibbs who heads to Autopsy.

[quiet chatter]

You wanted the front seat, too?

Parker James.

I saw you staring at him.

Did the son of a bitch get you, too?

No. Not exactly.

MAUDE: Oh. Well, you're lucky.

Bastard stole my husband's entire Navy pension.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, I just hope

they shank his dumb ass in prison.

[chuckles softly]Pardon my French.

Agent Gibbs.

Attorney Addison.

Didn't you hear?

I removed you from my witness list.

Yeah, I heard.

Put me back on.

I'm sorry. If I called you as a witness,

I'd have to disclose your arrest and suspension.

Disclose it.

And have the defense

eviscerate you on the stand? No, thank you.

I can handle it.

It's not you I'm worried about.

It's the jury.

I'm sorry, Agent Gibbs. Your credibility is a liability.

Credibility.

I heard that... a lot.

Look, I'm not gonna lie.

Losing you is a blow to the case,

but we still have one surefire witness taking the stand--

James's accountant.

His testimony alone is enough

to get us a conviction.

BAILIFF: All rise.

The Honorable Monica Perez now presiding.

You may be seated.

Jimmy.

Hey, what you got?

I have shards of metal that were embedded

in Petty Officer Benson's hip.

Uh, must have come from the vehicle that struck him.

And this poor guy never stood a chance.

Massive internal bleeding at the-- Oh!

Let me show you this.

Black paint on his helmet.

Must have come from the car that hit him.

Enough there to pull a sample from?

I already sent it off to Kasie.

Kasie already ran it. My handy dandy

spectrophotometer ID'd the color as Iridium Black,

a shade used in older Chevy Cruze models.

Ah, nice job, Kasie.Oh.

Glad to see you're happy about it.

And you're about to be even happier

because I think

I also found our mystery biker.

How's that?

The D.C. Cycle club has their own app

to track and post rides.

Like a virtual scoreboard? Exactly.

But also with a social messaging component.

Benson got an invite to ride this morning

from a user named SpeedRacer7298.

I cross-referenced their membership roster, and got...

Bernard Wilson, lives in Silver Spring.

You're kidding me.

What is it?

Well, Bernard Wilson is the star witness

in Parker James' trial.

The Ponzi scheme guy?

Yeah. Wilson was his accountant.

So the only guy that could put Parker James away for life

just happens to be the witness in a hit-and-run?

And was also wearing the exact same outfit and helmet

as the guy who got hit.

Maybe Wilson wasn't supposed to be a witness.

Maybe he was supposed to be the target.

Based on his profile history,

he takes this exact same ride three mornings a week.

That would explain why he was running.

He knew that car was meant for him.

[phone buttons beeping]If that driver finds out

that they killed the wrong person...

Wilson is still in danger.

Torres, Kasie's gonna text you an address.

You and Bishop go there now.

RENFRO:The defense has no further questions

for this witness, Your Honor.

Call your next witness, Counselor.

The prosecution calls Bernard Wilson to the stand.

[whispering]

[Addison whispering]

Counselor?

[whispering]Counselor?

Uh, Your Honor,

we request a recess.

Our witness is delayed.

[gallery murmuring]

Delayed?

ADDISON: We're trying

to locate him now.

You've got the day

to find your witness.

Court's adjourned.

All rise.

[gallery murmuring]

[phone vibrating]

Better get that.

[vibrating continues]

Could be important.

[vibrating continues]

Bishop?

Hey, Gibbs, you still in court?

Ah, no. We just broke.

Witness didn't show.

Bernard Wilson?

Uh, yeah.

What do you know about him?

Mr. Wilson, NCIS! Open up!

BISHOP: He was the, uh, the target of a hit-and-run,

and he got away unharmed.

We're at his house, but he's not answering,

so, what do you think? Should we bust in?

Why are you asking me, Bishop?

It's not my call.

Nick?

[quiet chatter]

Bishop?

Bishop! Talk to me.

GIBBS: Bishop?

Well,

we found him, Gibbs, but...

somebody else found him first.

McGEE: All right, Bernard Wilson,

shot in the head in his own home.

Hours after he witnessed the hit-and-run

of Petty Officer Benson.

It took two tries, but the killer got their target.

No signs of forced entry.

You think he knew his killer?

This has Parker James written all over it.

I mean, he didn't pull the trigger,

but he ordered that hit.

From behind bars? It's easier said than done.

All visitor conversations and phone calls are monitored.

Yeah, but no conversations with lawyers.

It wasn't his lawyer.

It's always the lawyer.

Not this time.

No, I've known Todd Renfro for years.

He may be a dirtbag, but he's not a killer.

Well, then, who else did James talk to?

Well, according to his prison records,

besides his lawyer, his wife came once,

and a woman named "Hanna Devereaux"

has visited him 33 times.

33 visits to a Ponzi criminal?

Okay, that's totally normal.

Hanna Devereaux have an address?

Uh, right here. Wife, too.

All right, Nick and I will go talk to the wife.

Bishop, Miss 33's all yours.

Okay.

It all depends. At the Bellagio, I typically start

at about $10,000 a hand.

But once the whiskey sours kick in, I tend to go bigger.

[laughs] A two-bedroom penthouse suite, huh?

And the entire stay is on the house?

Sounds good.

I'll see you soon. Ha.

Okay, I'm not sure where you're going,

but if you have an extra bedroom...

That was the VIP concierge at the Macau Island Casino.

[Kasie laughs]Sold. When do we leave?

When you have enough money

to back up the promises I just made.

Why do I have a feeling this is about Parker James?

Because you see Parker James documents

all over my computer.Yeah, I see his face up there

on the plasma, as well.Mm-hmm.

Yes, this is

beginning to remind me a lot of last year

when you went down the same rabbit hole,

trying to track down all the money he stole.

$30 million that, mysteriously, no one ever found.

Yeah, but he claimed that...

that he lost it all in the market, right?

There you go. I remember that look.

You gave that to me the last time I asked that question.

Well, then, you also remember that the FBI thinks

he blew it all gambling.

At the, uh, Macau Island Casino?Exactly.

They traced wire transfers there,

and he proceeded to gamble like a madman, except...

Check this out.

There's a room charge

for four grand. Weird, right?

Yeah. Why is that weird?

Jimmy, have you ever been to Vegas?

Uh, no.

Have you at least seen the movie Casino?

[stammers]: Again, no.

Oh, God help you.

If someone blows $30 million gambling,

they're gonna comp their room.

Plus, meals, drinks, whatever the gambler wants.

But the Macau Island Casino

charged Parker for a Snickers from the minibar.

So, this casino's really stingy then?

Or he never actually gambled the money.

What if he exchanged the money for chips

like he was gonna gamble, but never actually did?

So you think that he just left with the chips?

Mm, possibly. There's no expiration date on casino chips.

Well, then why wouldn't the casino just tell the Feds

that he never gambled?

Because for right now,

the casino's up $30 million.

Plus, they don't have to cooperate with the Feds

because the casino's in China.

Hmm. Well, if that theory is correct,

then, the real question becomes, where are those chips?

And the second question is,

how have you never seen the movie Casino?

It's rated R.

Oh, my God.

[knocking]

Yes. Come in.

Thanks for seeing me, Director.

Of course, Ms. Addison.

I'm going to skip the pleasantries,

because frankly, I'm not in the mood.

Well, having a key witness murdered can do that.

That's why I'm here.

Cards on the table. Can you directly tie Parker James

to the Wilson homicide?

If I can tell the judge that my defendant

is going to be charged with the murder of my witness,

that will earn me a long continuance.

And if not?

Trial continues tomorrow morning.

I see.

Well, confidentially, James is our number-one suspect,

but we haven't figured out yet how he ordered the murder.

How solid is your fraud case at this point?

Quick answer-- it's in shambles.

Now, I only have one night to regroup

and figure out my options.

Is one option reconsidering

calling Agent Gibbs to the stand?

Everything's back on the table.

Why? Is that a problem?

I don't want to overstep here, Ms. Addison,

but Hail Marys rarely work.

And this Hail Mary would come at a very severe cost.

I understand.

As I'm sure you understand

that I can't allow your agent's reputation

to dictate how I conduct my case.

My priority is getting a conviction.

So is mine. I want Parker James

to pay for his crimes as much as anyone.

But putting Gibbs on the stand

does not guarantee a guilty verdict.

I'm aware. This could blow up in both our faces.

Which is why I took him off the witness list to begin with.

[sighs] I got to go prep.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

These rumors I'm hearing about what Gibbs did--

any chance they're overblown?

No.

Okay then.

Thank you, Director.

[door closes]

[dogs barking]

This is the wrong place.

[indistinct chatter]

No, says here it's the right address.

Wow. The wife of Parker James lives here?

I guess $30 million doesn't go as far as it used to.

Charlotte James?

[groans] Would you just stop already?

I can't pay you, so quit hassling me.

Yeah, we're not debt collectors.

NCIS.

What do you want?

Well, Mrs. James...Uh, no,

it's not Mrs. James anymore.

It's Ms. Bodizinski.

I took back my maiden name,

which I couldn't wait to get rid of,

and now I'm ecstatic to have it back.

Okay, uh, Ms....

Charlotte's fine.

And I can guess why you're here.

You want to talk about my soon-to-be ex-husband.

You going somewhere?

You could say that.

Oh, I'm being evicted.

From this?

What can I say? Life's a bitch.

Parker stole $30 million,

and I can't pay rent on this hellhole.

Speaking of Parker, we noticed you visited him

in prison last month.

That's why you're here?

[chuckles] Have either of you ever tried to divorce

a federal inmate?

Uh, thankfully, no.Mm-mm.

Oh, it's a whole thing-- the paperwork,

the notary-- and it all has to be done in person.

He signed. I left.

Now he can rot in jail.

Well, he might not.

Do you know his accountant, Bernard Wilson?

Yeah, I know Bernie.

Oh, don't tell me, he got cold feet

and decided not to testify.

No, he was killed this morning.

[quietly]: Oh, Parker.

That son of a bitch.

You think of any old friends or business associates

he might have had that might be willing to kill for him?

Parker worked with Wall Street types, not...

not murderers.

What about Hanna Devereaux?

That whack-job?

Maybe. She is psycho.

What exactly is her relationship with Parker?

She's Parker's new girlfriend.

She accosted me in the prison waiting room

and said Parker was all hers now.

I said, "You can have him."

Can I go pack up

the rest of my crap now?

[elevator dings, doors close]

NCIS.

Special Agent Bishop.

I'm looking for Hanna Devereaux.

What's this about?

You her father?

Yeah. But she's not home right now.

Where is she?

Uh, I don't know. Come back later.

Wait, uh, this is about Parker James.

Did something happen?

Why would you ask that?

There's something you should see.

Wow.

RANDY: That's one way to put it.

This is not like my daughter.

She's a sweet, innocent young woman

who somehow became infatuated with him.

It's unhealthy. It's borderline deranged.

Yeah, no, nothing borderline about this.

So, how did they meet?

She saw him on the news.

She decided to write a letter to him in prison.

He responded, asking her to visit him.

After that, they were... they were off to the races.

So, are these, uh, these his love letters?

RANDY: Yeah. Hanna saves them all.

I've researched women who date inmates.

It never ends well.

Have you noticed any changes in her behavior?

She's isolating herself from her friends. From me.

From anyone who thinks dating Parker James is insane.

Mind if I...

take this one?

No. Please.

Thanks.

I-Is Hanna in trouble?

I just need to talk to her.

So do I.

She's been gone all day.

She didn't even take her phone.

I'm guessing that's not normal?

No.

Now I'm really getting worried.

[whines]

What?

[whining]

[chuckling]: No, no, no, no, no.

Don't look at me like that.

I already made up my mind.

I was afraid being home alone

might get to you after a while, but...

man, that escalated quickly.

[whines]She's not talking back, is she?

No. Hell of a listener, though.

You expecting someone?

Yeah.

You.

Am I that predictable?

Prosecutor changed her mind.

Wants me to testify.

I thought...

you might want to talk about that.

Yeah, you thought right.

Parker James's lawyer, Renfro,

he charges six figures for a reason.

The guy's a pit bull. He...

Luce, sorry.

No offense.[whines]

You talking to dogs now?

I mean it, Gibbs.

Renfro's ruthless.

He'll flip the script-- he'll put you on trial.

This is not about me.

Well, it is if you testify.

You'll have to describe the assault in graphic detail.

Everything will be on the record.

Not ashamed of what I did, Leon.

Well, you should be.

If you testify, you could actually help James.

How are you gonna feel, Gibbs,

if you're the reason that he goes free?

Better than if I sat around and did nothing.

If you do this,

there's no looking back.

Your career at NCIS could very well be over.

Leon, I'm sorry. I am.

It's a chance I'm gonna have to take.

[elevator dings]

[indistinct chatter]

Kasie. Hey, what you got?

Local LEOs found it abandoned in a cornfield

less than two miles from where Benson was hit.

It's a good amount of damage. You think this is our, uh...

Our hit-and-run vehicle?

Yep. The metal shards Jimmy pulled from the body

are a match to the windshield wipers,

and the paint is a match to the car.

Great. You able to run the VIN?

Yep.

And?

78-year-old dude in Ohio reported it stolen

three weeks ago.

[groans]So the driver could be anyone.

[hisses] Yep.

You need a hand with that?No.

Okay. You okay, Kase?

Yep.

Okay. We'll leave you...

to it.Mm-hmm.

I mean, it's not like I could've known.

I was still a temp back then.

How was I supposed to know?

Sorry. Uh, known what?

That Gibbs does not know how to operate

even the most rudimentary technology.

Oh, for the love of...

I'm the reason we didn't get

the Parker James confession on tape, all right?

You mean because you wired Gibbs for the undercover meeting?

Yes. And I assumed he would turn on the recording device.

And he assumed I would do it, because everybody knows

you don't leave any kind of technological buttons to Gibbs.

Well, the temp didn't know

you don't leave the buttons to Gibbs.

Kasie, you can't beat yourself up about it.

Mm.

Okay, that's it. I'm done.

What? You're quitting?

No. I'm done dusting for prints.

K-Hines don't quit.

She gets back up and she finds the freakin' evidence.

So what'd you find?

[sighs] Nothing.

Car was wiped clean.

The only thing I know for sure

is I tweaked my back squeezing out of there.

Whoever was driving had really short legs.[phone chimes]

How tall is Hanna Devereaux?

Uh, don't know. But the prison

detained her on a visit to James.

She's in Interrogation now.

Thanks, Kasie.

See ya.

K-Hines don't quit.

I have this talent for writing letters.

Parker fell in love with me on paper,

one paragraph into the first page.

Then he fell in love with me off paper, too.

BISHOP: Mm.

You, uh, sure

you're the only one he's dating,

on paper or otherwise?

I know how this looks, but this isn't some fantasy.

We're getting married as soon as he gets out.

You have a date set, Ms. Devereaux?

[sighs] Agent McGee,

would you just excuse us for a minute?

Hanna, I am so sorry.

[chuckles] Half of these guys that I work with,

they wouldn't understand love if it smacked 'em in the face.

[scoffs]

My dad's the same way.

[chuckles softly][sniffles]

[door opens]BISHOP: So...

I like the play, McGee. You make a damn good skeptic.

And Bishop a surprisingly good romantic.

Her idea, by the way.

Possible Parker James had the same one.

Human connection with an unstable loner.

He had her in the palm of his hand.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah.

Parker's innocent.

You think this whole Ponzi scheme thing,

you think he's being framed?

Yes.

Or it was a smear campaign.

But Parker would never steal from anyone.

Is that...

is that why you had to do this?

I don't...

I'm not following.

You know,

I have someone who's really special to me.

And I trust him with my life.

And...

if he ever asked me to do something to help him,

I would. I would in, like, a heartbeat. [chuckles]

Is that how you feel about Parker?

Yeah.

So, Hanna, um,

where were you yesterday morning?

Were you-- were you driving this car?

Yesterday morning,

I was doing something secret.

Like, secret, like... for Parker?

I went to D.C.

There's a congressman.

He's gonna help free Parker.

I sat right in front of his office,

and I wrote him a letter-- 23 pages.

There's no way he can say "no" to 23 pages from me.

Oh.I have a talent for letters.

Ah.

And what exactly did he say to you?

He said that he needed more clients

for a Ponzi scheme he was running.

And is that man in this courtroom today?

Yes.

ADDISON: Let the record show that the witness

has identified the defendant, Parker James.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs,

not only for your testimony, but also your decades of service

in both the Marines and the federal law enforcement.

Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal,

a Purple Heart and a Silver Star.

You've had an exemplary career, haven't you, sir?

That's not for me to say.

Well, I think your record and commendations speak

for themselves.

It's men and women like you

that keep the rest of us safe.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Hanna Devereaux-- she might be crazy, but

she's not our killer.

And Congressman McGrath said

that she was sitting outside of his office all day yesterday.

Takes a long time to write 23 pages.

Especially when it all rhymes.

Really?

Yup.

"Parker James went down

"in flames, but he's not to blames,

he was frames."

Frames?

BISHOP: Yeah. She was

really committed to the rhyme scheme.

Regardless, this puts us back at square one.

Without a murder suspect,

we can't prove that James ordered the hit.

Which makes, uh, Gibbs' testimony

that much more important.

RENFRO: Good afternoon,

Agent Gibbs, or...

should I say "Mr. Gibbs"?

I'll answer to either.

But "Mr. Gibbs" would be more accurate, wouldn't it?

Considering the fact

that you're not currently a special agent?

Objection. Agent Gibbs is still under the employ of NCIS.

Sustained.

My apologies.

Yes, the witness is still technically a special agent.

An agent who

no longer has possession of his service weapon

or badge.

Tell us why,

Agent Gibbs.

I was suspended.

For how long?

Indefinitely.

For what reason?

Altercation with a suspect.

An altercation? [chuckles]

I'd call it a brutal assault.

One your victim did nothing to provoke.

The guy shot and drowned dogs.

So that gave you the right to attack him?

You did use

excessive force that day, did you not?

Yes.

RENFRO: Do you have

any remorse for what you did?

No.

RENFRO: Agent Gibbs has a history

of coloring outside the lines.

And he has proven that he will go to any lengths to ensure

his version of justice

is served.

So, I'll simply ask--

do you find it feasible

that an agent who's capable of assault

could also be capable of...

lying?

Fabricating

the defendant's so-called confession?

I am not asking you

to choose sides, ladies and gentlemen.

But I am asking you whether Agent Gibbs'

recent behavior

constitutes reasonable doubt.

I think you know the answer is "yes."

No more questions, Your Honor.

[quiet coughing]

Madam Foreperson, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the eight counts of securities fraud, what say you?

FOREPERSON: We, the jury,

find the defendant, Parker James, not guilty.

No![whoops]

[crying]

Order! Order, please!

[crying]: You did this.

PEREZ: Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for your service.

Mr. James, you're free to go.

Thank you, Judge.

Your Honor, my client would like his passport back.

Today, please.

So ordered.

[gallery murmuring]

Thank you, Mr. Gibbs.

[chuckles softly]

Why are you smiling?

Oh, because I know this isn't over.

Really? 'Cause this feels pretty over to me.

Not guilty? Unbelievable.

Verdict was unanimous.

But how? James stole all that money.

No, he claims that he invested all that money

and then lost it in the market.

At least that's the story he told when he was on the stand.

And they believed him over Gibbs? That's... insane.

So Gibbs testified for nothing?

VANCE: Gibbs made his choice, Agent Torres.

We all have to live with it.

But we don't have to live with Parker James being a free man.

What do you got on the two murders?

[sighs] A bunch of theories.

We believe that the driver and the shooter are the same person.

We think, uh, James ordered the hit from behind bars.

So James orchestrated a second crime to cover up his first,

and now he's getting away with both.

What about the car?

Kasie's searching every inch, but so far,

no prints, hair or any physical evidence at all.

What about electronic evidence?

[elevator dings]McGEE: Kasie.

Don't worry, McGee. K-Hines don't quit. I won't stop

until...I think I know how to find the driver.

Oh, thank God. Anything has to be better

than more floor mat fibers.

You have the keys?Come on, McGee.

I dusted the keys twice already.

They're clean.I'm not looking for prints. Come on.

Okay, where are we going?

Cars like this--

they have infotainment systems, right?Mm-hmm.

Navigation, satellite radio.

Ah, and Bluetooth.

Exactly. On a car Delilah and I rented

when we were in the Bahamas, it automatically paired

with my phone before we had even left

the parking lot.

And you think this system might have paired

with the killer's phone?Yes, I do.

Okay.

Walter's the vehicle owner, but who's Charlotte?

Parker James' wife.

Parker?

What?A little help here?

Geez. How many shoes did you pack?

All of them.

[dog barking]

CHARLOTTE: Parker?

PARKER: How the hell did they find us?

Hey, McGee, check it out.

I guess chivalry isn't dead.

Yeah, two people that can't stand each other getting ready

to take a road trip together.

What can I say?

Love's a funny thing. Right, babe?

That's right, sweetie.

Yeah, especially when $30 million is involved.

You guys don't have anything on me.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be standing here talking.

Let's go.TORRES: No, you're right.

You're right.

But we have more than enough to arrest your wifey over here.

McGEE:The vehicle you used in the hit-and-run paired

with your cell phone, tracked your every move that day.

Oops.

Parker, do something![handcuffs click]

Keep quiet. I'll get you a lawyer.

Well, what about him?!

He's free to go.Yeah.

You might want to say your goodbyes now because

we both know that this may be the last time you see

or hear from him.

Honey, I'll take care of this.

TORRES:Oh, you're gonna take care of it?

Just like you took care of her

last time you went away?

You gonna take the fall alone

while he spends his millions?

What millions? I lost everything in the market.

Really? 'Cause we thought you traded it in

for casino chips, hid it in Macau.

Parker.

Charlotte, they don't know anything.

No. Wait. No. Wait.

Hey, cut-cut me a deal, and-and I'll tell you

exactly where the chips are.Charlotte!

[hisses]

Damn.

[clears throat] Love is a funny thing.

[handcuffs clicking]

McGEE: Charlotte admitted to cutting a deal with James.

If she agreed to kill the accountant,

he would split the $30 million with her.

Yeah, I don't think that was in their vows.

And the money?

All the chips were stashed in a safety-deposit box in Macau.

That's where they were headed.

Yeah, those chips have already been converted back to cash,

and the victims reimbursed.

Okay, so here's the $64,000 question.

How'd you find the happy couple?

Well, that's all Gibbs.

Once Kasie told him her theory about Macau,

Gibbs figured James would go there immediately.

And Gibbs called me to get a warrant to embed a GPS tracker.

Embed it in where?

James's passport.

Ah.

Nicely done.

Good work, everybody.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.Sir.

So what do you think? Should we call Gibbs?

Invite him out for a celebratory drink?

Uh, you think he would come?

BISHOP: Uh,

well, there's only one way

to find out.

[news theme music plays]

NEWSWOMAN: Parker James is under arrest again.

The disgraced financial advisor and his estranged wife

were taken into custody by NCIS agents.

Today's arrest marks another twist

in the wild saga of the one-time Wall Street investor,

who earlier today received a surprising[Lucy whining]

not-guilty verdict at his trial

on charges of running an ela...

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