All language subtitles for NCIS - 16x14 - Once Upon a Tim.SVA.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

What's it called?

It was just released.
It's called a "web browser."

Cool name. What is it?
A new development stack?

No. You use it to connect
to something called...

the Internet.

And then what?
Watch.

Is that the
phone company?

It's their website, yeah.

Wait.

Are you tunneling
into their backend servers?

Yup. I figured out a way

to make long-distance
phone calls for free.

Oh, my God.

Do you know how much money
we could make?

I just want to be able to call
my dad when he's on deployment.

I hear you, but...

do you know how much money
we could make?

Do it for your dad

and the extra
pocket change.

Oops.

Timothy McGee!
What did you do now?

♪ NCIS 16x14 ♪
Once Upon a Tim
Original Air Date on February 19, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

- So what did your mom do?
- Grounded me for a week.

Can't believe
you still have it.

Yeah, it's the first
PC I ever built.

- Made me realize that...
- You would never have a girlfriend?

Um, I've had plenty
of girlfriends, thank you.

Yeah, one even helped
him build this.

No, actually that was
just a "girl-dash-friend."

Oh.

Oh, so, like,
"pathetic-dash-disturbing."

I pulled this bad boy
out of the mothballs last week,

see if I could get
the twins started

on computer science early.

Well, it's a really nice design.

Well, the twins had
other ideas. Morgan threw up

on the CPU and Johnny
peed on the hard drive.

Okay.

I'm gonna see if I can get Kasie
to help me fix it.

Good luck with that.
She's hiding.

Hiding? From what?

- I hope you kept records.
- Him.

This is insane. I've never
been audited in my life.

Well, if it makes you feel
better, it wasn't just you.

Agent Gibbs' entire team
was sloppy

with their expense reports.
What?

Wait, what?
We're being audited?

Did you think I was organizing
my receipts for fun?

No, that's something that dorks

who build their own
computers do.

I hope you have
a receipt for that.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Dick Sullivan.
Deputy Inspector General, DoD.

Does Gibbs know
about this?

Rule 99.

"Never tell Gibbs
he's being audited."

That's not a real thing.
Dead body. Gear up.

Um... Um, no, no, no,
wait. Um...

Still need to get, uh...

I still need everyone's...

This is the third
Navy contractor

to drop dead this year.
Got bruises on his neck.

Hey, can I borrow a pen?
No way. Get your own.

What? Since when did you
become a pen Nazi?

Since I found out that pens
are not expensable.

That's crazy.

Yeah, you know what's crazy
is that my protein powder

is not expensable,
either.

Yeah, I would file
that one under "duh."

Ranger found the body
about an hour ago.

Witnesses?

They canvassed
nearby campgrounds,

no one saw anything.

Think this belongs
to our murderer?

Well, it's a shovel, McGee.
It's-it's by a dead body.

You tell me.

Ground's frozen,

killer gave up.

So what do we have here?

Dead Navy contractor.

That's the third
one this year.

Am I the only one that doesn't
keep track of these things?

This looks like...

strangulation.

And this...

Not my department.
Agent Bishop, if you would.

Mm-hmm.

- What do we got?
- An empty notebook.

Pages torn out. Oh, wait.

I see some indentations.

- Oh.
- You know pens are not expensable.

All right,
I got some numbers here.

"4, 20,

19, 94."

That's funny. That's the exact
same date that I got my, uh...

Z28?

Yeah, back when
I lived in...

Hampstead?

Uh...

Can someone explain to me
what just happened?

That's one of my old
computer passwords.

Well, McGee, why does a dead guy

have one of your old computer
passwords in his pocket?

Edward Kane, 45.

Worked at the Defense
Payroll Service at DoD.

Bean counter.

Been missing since Thursday,
and Jimmy says

he's been dead
for about four days.

- McGee?
- Boss, I don't know the name.

I've never seen this guy
before in my life.

He knows you,
or at least your password.

Unless it's
a coincidence.

Do you know the odds
of a 19-digit string

randomly matching your...

9,000,652,000
to one, yes.

What do we got?

Phone records.
Nothing too exciting.

Bunch of calls to mom,
sis, yada yada,

but the last call that Kane made
before he disappeared...

is really interesting, to a high
school in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Don't tell me it's yours.

Well, one of them. We moved
every time my dad transferred.

You sure you didn't go
to high school with this guy?

Boss, I'm-I'm positive

that I did not go to high school
with this guy.

I remember everyone
at the school.

I couldn't get out
of there fast enough.

Well, I have an awesome feeling
that, uh, you're going back.

It is SAT prep time.

Juniors and seniors,
you can sign up...

So I talked to
the front office.

Uh, Kane called,
asked to talk to the guy

who runs
the computer lab,

an Andrew Lewis.

You're kidding. Mr. Lewis?

Can't believe he's still here.

Yeah, I was never really a fan,

but I'm sure
the guy remembers me.

Oh, Mr. Lewis.
Yeah, and who are you?

It's me, Tim McGee.
Doesn't ring a bell.

Made quite
an impression.

I was in your computer class
senior year.

I was actually
top of your class.

You judged
a talent show

that I tried out for.

Oh, right, sure. It's, um...
Tim.

McGee. Yeah.
McGee.

I'm Special Agent
Nick Torres. NCIS.

I'm actually late
for a rehearsal right now.

We're doing Cats, again,
so, um, if you could, uh...

Ask you a few questions
while we're standing here?

Yeah, I like
the idea.

Okay, um, this really is...

Our records show that last week
you talked to an Edward Kane.

Mm... No. No, I didn't.

Uh, in fact, I've never
heard the name before.

So you don't know this guy?

No. Anything else?

You should pay more attention
to your star pupils.

Top of the class here.
We'll be in touch.

What do you think?

I think I can't believe
he doesn't remember me.

Seems a little squirrelly,
don't you think?

Yeah, he's definitely
hiding something.

I'm not surprised, though.

To be honest,
I never really liked the guy.

Seems like you guys
had some history.

Yeah, you could say that.

Wow. Pretty sharp.

And expensive-looking.

Well, I worked all
summer for them.

Selling free long-distance

would've been an easier way
to make a buck.

Easier way
to go to jail.

Well, that summer gig
was worth it.

You look great.

Too bad you suck.

Please. They don't call me

"Timothy Soft Shoes
Savant McGee"

for nothing.

You're the only one
who calls you that.

Who's on deck?
Me, Mr. Lewis.

Ah. One minute.

So what's it gonna be
next year in college?

Gonna go for
the big leagues?

I was actually thinking
about majoring in writing.

What do you think?
Pretty crazy?

I think it's a great idea,

but it's not me you
need to worry about.

I know. "Son, every McGee
since the last millennium

has gone into the Navy."

You should just tell him no.

Chloe, he's not exactly the guy
who takes no for an answer.

Maybe you should listen to him.

Well, I'm just judging
by what I hear

your English
teachers say

and how well you did
in the talent show last year.

Thanks for the encouragement?

I'm just saying that talent
is a real thing,

not everybody has it.

You should find out what
you're good at, just do that.

I mean, what kind of teacher
doesn't nurture

a budding flower,
you know?

Alcohol wipes, babe.

Well, turned out all right,
didn't it?

Well, I don't know
about that.

Haven't tapped since college,
and I'm a failure as a writer.

You wrote a best seller, Tim.

Yeah, that was, uh,
ten years ago,

and it was two best sellers,
by the way. Torx driver.

I thought you were happy
at NCIS.

I am. It's just...

Last thing I wanted to do
as a kid was join the Navy.

And you didn't.

You know, I don't fight
for the Navy,

but I am a cop for it.

Um, Tim, what is it doing?

Oh.

Looks like it's opening up
an Internet Relay Chat.

On its own?

And IRC? Who uses that anymore?

Timothy, why is your computer
talking to you?

I'm sorry, did I get here
before you?

Don't just sit there,
uh, ask it.

Who is this?

Is this really creepy,
or is it just me?

No, it's not just you.

Ask it what it wants.
Okay.

"What do you want?"

"No."

Don't say that.

What? Why?
Because clearly,

whoever that is
wants you to be alone,

so let them think you are alone.

Okay, okay.

Yes. I'm alone.

Go to the kids, now.
Tim...

Someone could be
in the building.

Call Gibbs.

Actually, call 911,
then call Gibbs.

Be careful.

NCIS.

If someone's out there,

come out now
with your hands on your head.

Tim!

Delilah?

Delilah?!

So I went back for the kids,
like Tim said,

and a, a minute later,
I heard a noise in the kitchen.

Yeah, well, it looks like
the intruder came in through

the guest room window.
- All right.

Bag and tag
everything he touched.

So I thought Tim had come back,
but when I went to check,

that's when I saw him,

and that's
when I screamed.

And then a second later,
I heard gunshots.

You recognize him?

Okay, I'll let her know.

- Hey.
- Your mom says the twins are already asleep.

So that's all it takes,
just a little shooting.

We should do this every day.

Sorry, but McGee, uh,
hit the limit of how many people

he can shoot in his apartment.

What's he talking about?

I do not know.
Um, but I have packed

your bag here,
ready to go to your mom's.

What is he talking about?
Not a big deal,

all right, but couple of years
ago, while you were in Dubai,

there was a break-in
here at the apartment,

and, um, I shot someone.

In our apartment?

- Yeah.
- And you failed to mention that to me?

Ah, don't look at me, pal.

Good luck with that, man.

Bishop, little help?

Nope.
You are on your own, McGee.

Not really a big fan
of secrets right now.

Okay, let's hear it.

Look, I just, I didn't
want you to worry.

Well, now I'm worrying
for a whole new set of reasons.

Like, what else
aren't you telling me?

Nothing. I'm not hiding
anything from you at all.

No. I swear. Scout's honor.

So, is it, uh,
is it just the one,

or did you guys
find another

mummified body under the bed?

Okay, hang on, hang on.

I might have
failed to mention

there was also
a mummified body, but...

Mum...
Hang on.

We have bigger fish to fry,

like finding out why this guy

tried to lure me
out of the apartment,

and what was he after?
I'm guessing this.

My old computer?

Why would anyone want
your old computer?

I have no idea. Until last week,

I hadn't turned it on
since high school.

And what were you doing with it
in high school?

You want a piece of this?

How about this?

Dinner's ready!

In a minute, Mom!

I'm doing my homework!

Tim!

Mom!

♪ Is that the way we stand? ♪

♪ Were you lying all the time? ♪

♪ Was it just a game to you? ♪

♪ But I'm in so deep ♪

♪ You know I'm such
a fool for you ♪

♪ You've got me wrapped around... ♪
GIBBS: McGee.

You know, boss, I can't think
of anything I did with

this computer that's relevant
to what's going on here.

Aw, man.

Looks like we missed her.

She's probably
on a coffee break.

At 8:00 a.m.?
Mm-hmm.

Well, I hope she doesn't try to
expense any venti double lattes.

It was a single
and I was on a stakeout

and I needed the boost
to stay awake.

Officially.

Hey.

Coast is clear.

I owe you one.
Well,

you can pay me back
with an update.

Ooh. One venti update...

coming right up.

Starting with this.

Our dead guy's prints
are all over it,

but I don't think he drew it.

I lifted a partial
that wasn't his,

where you would've expected the
artist to be holding the page.

You got an I.D.?
Mm, not yet.

I was able to I.D.
our latest dead guy.

Braxton Ballard, 25.

Ooh. McGee almost
had a heart attack

when he looked up his record.

Why?
Oh, arson,

grand theft, kidnapping.

Just the kind of guy
you want crawling

through your kids' window.

So were we able
to figure out

how this Braxton guy
hacked into my computer?

Actually, I don't
think it was him.

I was able to backtrace
the IRC chat.

Whoever you were talking to was
on the other side of town.

So Braxton was working
with somebody.

Or maybe a hired gun.
That's more his M.O.

Okay, so who hired him?

Let me see the exact location.

I'm having a hard time
narrowing down the area.

There's some weird
corruption in the IRC

data stream that's messing
with my mojo.

But I'm working on it.

Well, work harder, 'cause
someone wanted this bad enough

they were willing to break into
a federal agent's apartment

to steal it.

I need to know why.

Yeah, well,
it's your computer, McGee,

so what do you think it is?

I don't think you've moved
since I left.

Commander.
When did you get back?

The Eisenhower docked
this morning.

Are we moving again?

Eventually.

Do you know when?
Why?

Are you scared you're not gonna
make it to your big talent show?

Your mother told me.

Look, Dad,
only 15 people were accepted.

I don't give a rat's ass
how many people were accepted.

This is not where you should be
focusing your energies.

It's just one show.
It's an embarrassment.

You should be joining JROTC
or learning to sail,

instead of prancing around...

What if I don't want to?

Don't want to what?

Let me tell you something, boy.

The Navy made me
the man I am today.

And from what I see,

you need more than a little bit
of character building.

Generations of McGees have
fought for their country.

Fought!

And for God's sake,
that's what you're going to do.

Gentlemen, I don't want
to judge your life choices here,

but may I suggest, should you
two meet up in the next one,

you opt for some sort
of mediation

or other professional
conflict resolution service.

Meet again?
Yes.

I am proud to say
that I have solved this case.

Well, good,
'cause we're stuck.

We were hoping you
had something.

Well, may I introduce to you
Edward Kane.

Found strangled to death
just yesterday.

Yeah, we met.

Well, that means
that you have also met

the man who killed him.

Aka Braxton Ballard,
the hoodlum foolish enough

to go toe-to-toe with
Special Agent Timothy McGee.

So Braxton killed our victim.
Are you sure?

100%. Confirmed with touch DNA.

Why?
Uh, because touch DNA

is the best way...
No, why did this guy kill Kane?

What's that?

Palmer, what's the connection
between these two men?

- Uh...
- And why was Braxton after my old computer,

just a week after I pulled it
out of storage?

O-Okay, okay, so-so, uh, maybe

I haven't
solved the case.

Because I have no idea why he
would want McGee's old computer.

Me, neither, but...

your computer is doing something
really weird right now,

and I wanted you to see
it before it stopped.

It happened the second
I plugged it into the Internet.

McGee?

Boss, that is not possible.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say your computer

is trying to connect
to some sort of remote virus.

It is. One designed to take down
the Department of Defense.

Really? What--
and how do you know that?

Well, because I wrote it.

This is what the guy you killed

tried to steal
from your apartment?

Yes.

And you built this?

I did. Back in high school,
yes, sir.

And then programmed it to attack
the United States government?

No. No, just, um...

...the Department of Defense.

- Why?
- Well,

um...

So the baud rate's only 8K,

but at seven bps...

You can hit up
to 56 kilobytes per second.

A meg
in three minutes.

Rad.
Booyah.

So are we gonna talk about
the other day?

Tim?
I'm trying to ignore you.

♪ I feel you... ♪

I'm serious.

Sorry.

Yeah, we should probably talk.

♪ Myself ♪

♪ This time... ♪

So what are we talking about?

What happened.

With our mouths.

And then, what
happens next.

♪ I feel... ♪

Relax, I'm not proposing.

It's just...
you're graduating soon

and I have no idea if you're
gonna be around next year

or if you're joining the Navy...
I'm not joining the Navy.

♪ I feel... ♪

You're not?

Your dad's
gonna flip out.

Navy's his thing.

I'm not gonna give up
on my dreams

- just to make him happy.
- Happy?

Dad.

Chloe. He'll see you tomorrow.

Dad, look, I-I didn't mean...

Is that what you think
this is about, boy?

Making me happy?

This is about you.

How is it about me?

I get seasick just
looking at a boat

and you want me to join the Navy.
- I want you to be a man.

I am a man.
You're a child.

And you're weak.

You're wasting your time
on pipe dreams.

The military
will make you strong.

You know what?
I hear that a lot from you.

So tell me how.

And I don't mean
vague comments

about how war will
build character.

You tell me that Vietnam
made you the man you are.

But you haven't even
told me a single...

And he took those shoes outside

and burned them.

I spent all summer
working to pay for those.

And that's why
you made the virus.

To get even with your father.

Yeah. I was in
computer lab.

I was just a kid
blowing off steam.

I never actually
even ran it.

Yeah? Well, it's running now.

Miss Hines says
it looks like

there's a copy
running inside of DoD.

Yes, and it's trying

to phone home to my computer
for some reason.

What is this virus doing?

I have no idea.

It looks like
it's been modified.

And I have no idea how
it got loose. I mean,

I'd forgotten I'd even written
it until I saw it in Autopsy.

We know how long
this thing's been running?

According to the console logs,
almost 25 years.

Who else had access
to the original virus back then

aside from you?

Just my computer teacher,
but...

Are you sure it's a good idea

to have McGee
run this interrogation?

I think it is the best idea
I have ever had.

Really?

So you remember me now?

Agent something or other.

And a former student,
or so you tell me.

Hmm.

You remember this?

No.

It's a computer I built
back in high school.

I coded a virus on it
in your class.

Which you stole and
used to infect the DoD.

Really?

And why would I do that?

Well, it's funny
you should ask that.

I'm sure you remember
Petty Officer Griffin.

You should. She filed
a restraining order

against you for
stalking back in 1994.

Oh, I got something else, too.

These logs show that the virus

has been running since...

1994.

Funny, that.

So what did you do?

Well, I'm guessing
that you stole a copy

of the virus from my computer,

then you used it
to attack your ex at work.

This is insane.

And as usual,

you didn't properly format
your headers.

Hmm. So you do remember me.

You're right.

Fantastic idea.

Now I am wondering

why you pretended
to not know me.

Your front desk
says you did,

in fact, speak
with that man

who, as you can
see, is now dead.

Are you gonna stop lying
or do you want me to arrest you

for conspiracy to commit murder?

You got this all wrong.
Enlighten me.

Yes, he called me.

Yes, I spoke with him.

Okay, so why the lying?

Because you're a cop.

Okay, I'm gonna arrest you now.

I run an illegal online
gambling website

for Navy servicemen
overseas.

Started a year ago.

That's why I thought
you were poking around.

And that's what Kane wanted
to talk to you about?

No, he wanted to know

if I still had
the old IP assignments

from a computer class
back in '94.

Old IP assignments?

- Why on earth would he want those?
- He only wanted one.

Um...
Here.

He said he was
looking for someone.

And he wanted to know

who sat in a particular
computer station.

There.

You didn't properly
format your header.

Again.

Oh, my God.

Stop the presses,
Tim McGee got a B-minus?

In computer class?

Too soon?

Your dad's a jackass,
you can't let him win.

He did win.

It's over.

What's over?

The Naval Academy?

Tim, no.

The interview's
already set up.

What happened
to telling him how you feel?

Have you met my dad?

So that's it, then?

You're just gonna give up
on your dreams?

The writing, the dancing?

Yup.

So...

What happens to us, then?

I know who Kane was looking for.

Her name is Chloe.

She was an old friend
of mine from high school.

This IP address right here?

Was assigned to her station
in our computer lab.

Are you sure?
100%.

McGee, how could you
possibly remember that?

♪ I can't give ♪

♪ I can't give any more ♪

♪ I can't live ♪

♪ If living is without you. ♪

I'd rather not say.

Ah, and yet,
that says everything.

So why is our dead guy

looking for
your high school squeeze?

Boss, I never said...
Stop the presses!

Whew.

What do you got?
I tracked down the subsystem

at the DoD
where the virus is running.

Boom! Kasie Hines, representing.

So, what's it doing?

Uh, I'm not sure yet.

But it's been doing it
for 25 years.

That's how long
it's been in the system.

It could be anything.
Anything bad

since we're talking about
cyberterrorism.

Ooh, but the good news is,

I backtraced the virus

to the original IP address
it came from.

Who?

Whoever the man
behind the curtain is

at 192, dot, 168,

dot...
Eight, dot, eight.

Yes.

How did you know that?

Because that's his
old girlfriend's IP address.

Well, your old girlfriend's
a terrorist.

So this bean counter discovers

McGee's old virus
was all up in DoD's grill.

Yup.

- Traces it back to McGee's high school.
- Yup.

Then finds out this Chloe girl
is the one who released it.

- Yup.
- Two days later,

this bean counter is dead.
- Yup.

It ain't looking good for
McGee's girlfriend right now.

- No.
- She wasn't my girlfriend.

Neighbors say
she hasn't been home in a week.

Wasn't at work, either.
Where is she?

Boss, how would I know?

Well, she is the first girl

you ever kissed.
Hmm.

I never said that.
Who said that?

Sloane.
Sloane?

- How on earth would Sloane know?
- All right, geez.

- McGee.
- Boss, I have no idea where Chloe is.

My father was transferred

to Indiana,
we moved there,

I haven't seen her since.

Well, she's clearly on the run.

That's probably
a good idea since

she attacked
the Department of Defense.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Now, I know what it looks like,
but I'm not buying it.

Look, I know how you feel.

Okay, I once had a girlfriend

who turned out to be...
a cat burglar.

She wasn't my girlfriend.

Okay?

And she never attacked
the military, okay?

At least, not back in 1994.

- How do I look?
- Like you're about to walk the plank.

That's about how I feel.

You shouldn't
be doing this, Tim.

It's just an interview.
For the Naval Academy.

You should be
applying to Juilliard.

Don't get me wrong,

my entire family's
in the Navy.

But it's not what you should
be doing with your life.

You don't think I know that?

I don't want to have
anything to do with the Navy.

- So what are you doing, then?
- His damn duty.

Goodbye, Chloe.

I'll hit you up
on the bat channel later.

Hold on a second.

I think I know
how to find Chloe.

The bat channel.

Kasie, that weird
data corruption

in the IRC chat
from my apartment?

Pull it up.
Uh, what's happening?

McGee unchained.
Just go with it.

That is not
data corruption.

- What is that?
- It's a secret code that Chloe and I came up with

to speak privately
in group chats.

A is B, B is C, C is...
Yeah, I got it.

Give me a sec to rig up
a translator.

Hey, McGee, it's, uh,
it's amazing, man.

It's amazing that
you were able

to find a woman
to procreate with.

Done.
What does it say?

Looks like... "SOS."

She's in trouble.
What are those numbers?

Longitude and latitude.

She's not the bad guy.
Whatever's going on here,

she's asking for help.

Or it's a trap.

McGee, come on.

With me. Let's go.

There it is.

RV?

Boss, you know this is
less than two miles

from where they
found Kane's body.

After you.

Tim.

Chloe. Oh, my God,
are you okay?

You got my message.

Yeah, on the bat channel
hidden on the IRC stream.

They made me do it, Tim.

They made me lure you
out of your apartment.

It's okay.
You're safe now. You're okay.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Clear.

Told you, boss.

Told him what?

We thought you had
unleashed a virus

on the Department of Defense.

Oh...

What?
Well...

About that...

This is the virus
we found running at DoD.

This may have been me.

And by "may have,"
I mean this was me.

What were you thinking?

I wasn't. I was 16.

You stole my virus,

and then you used it
to attack the military.

No, I copied it.

And I didn't attack anyone.

The day you crashed
your Z28,

you asked me to bring home
your computer from school.

Well, I saw the code
that you wrote,

and realized with a few tweaks,

the virus could be
a bit more, um... effective.

At what?
I modified it

to take rounding errors
from payroll checks

and deposit them
into a holding account.

Of course you did.

Tim, I ran the virus
as a goof.

I didn't even think
it worked,

and I had completely
forgot about it.

Right. Until?
Last week,

out of nowhere,
this guy grabs me

and says he wants to know
where the holding account is.

Well, yeah, your virus
has been running for 25 years.

There's probably millions
of dollars in that account.

So I heard.

But I told him I had no idea.

He'd have to track down
the original source code

to find the money.

Which was on my old computer.

This the guy who grabbed you?

No, the guy that grabbed me
had these... beady little eyes.

Well, you're gonna need
to do better than that.

And, like, a big,
bushy moustache.

Moustache?

Smarmy.

I'm gonna
enjoy this takedown.

In the sun.

Gotta love that vitamin D.

Do you have any idea
how often you flex?

Girls don't really
find that attractive.

How would you know?

You didn't even kiss a girl
until you were 16.

Where are you getting
this stuff from, huh?

Yo, heads up.

Right on schedule.

This is a first.

Are you that looking forward
to giving me your final

expense reports that you
brought them out to me?

Oh, we brought something
out for you all right.

That's a good one.

That was a good tackle.

So, this Kane guy somehow

found out about my virus,
tracked it back to me,

and then reported it to his boss?
- Yep.

When the boss found out
how much money was missing,

he killed Kane and went
after the cash himself.

But the virus has been
running for 25 years.

Why now?
What happened?

I happened.

Your virus has been trying
to ping my computer...

This way?
...for years.

Last week,
when they turned it on,

it finally succeeded.

Set off a DoD internal alarm.

Huh. So that's when Kane

noticed the missing money.

Yup.
So, what's all this?

Gibbs had me bag and tag

anything I kept
from high school.

Look at how young he was.

Yeah.

So it's kind of like you
joined the Navy after all.

My dad didn't quite
see it that way,

but, uh, yeah,
I guess I sort of did.

He made peace with it.

What about you?

I am exactly where
I want to be.

And as it turns out,

the Navy made me
the man I am.

So, the apple didn't
fall far from the tree

after all.

In more ways than one.

Well, right now,
this apple needs to get home

and watch the twins.

Babysitter needs to leave.

Who's that?

Um...

This is...

I'm just kidding.
We met in the lobby.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You really married up, Tim.

- Oh, thank you. You ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Wait, uh, what?

Oh, we're going to dinner.

I thought you said
I had to watch the twins.

Oh, no, you're not coming.

Um, I don't think this is
such a good idea.

Honey, how often do I get
to hang out

with my husband's old
high school buddies?

We were kind of more
than just buddies.

Oh, I can't wait to hear
all about that.

Just tell me one thing.

What's so wrong with the Navy?

It made me the man I am.

I know that.

And it could do so much for you.

I know that, too.

But it's not my life,
it's yours.

I can't make
this decision for you.

I made a lot of mistakes
in my life when it came to you.

Not this time.

So, in the end, uh...

the choice is yours to make.

But I think you've
already made it, haven't you?

Actually, I don't know.

I don't know what
I should do.

I'm sure you can't
relate to that.

You'd be surprised.

We all have our dreams.

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