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The man who killed my family,

I hunted him down
and I killed him.

Flaco is a key player
in their organization.

Chacales.

Everyone thinks snipers are killers.

We're really just protectors.

We're killers, too.

The neighbors weren't friendly.

Their house was off-limits.

She would figure out
when they weren't home,

and she'd sneak into their yard.

It was a risk.

If she got caught, well...

trespassing and tomfoolery
by a federal agent

wouldn't just be brushed aside.

Especially if the trespasser
was a female federal agent.

She snuck in anyway.

She loved the water,
loved the solitude.

But most of all,
she loved knowing

she was doing something
she shouldn't.

It reminded her
of who she used to be,

before she decided to fall
in line and uphold the law...

She could go back
to her old story

when no one was around.

And she did.

But the solitude never lasted.

Cecilia.

Mace.

You scared the hell out of me.

Sorry. You get caught in a rainstorm?

No, I was just, uh...

What are you doing here?

You got something for me?

Provost Marshal come at you again?

No.

I, um...

I was gonna tell you sooner, but I...

didn't know how you'd feel,

and I wanted to make sure it
was real before I talked to you.

I'm investigating the murder
of Pedro Hernandez.

The solitude can't last

for any of us.

Eventually, the stars align...

and lives collide.

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- Rent's due.
- What's that?

Rent is due.

Oh. Right.

Sorry.

I meant to drop it off, but I...

Leroy,

helping you become
the man you're meant to be

is the only good thing
I've ever done.

Leroy!

You do not
tell me what it's worth!

It's not worth it.

Go home!

He was shot by a sniper.

Most people,
they think they're okay.

They bury things deep
and they try to forget.

They don't even realize
how much talking can help.

They don't even realize

how much talking can help.

Leroy Gibbs. Leave a message.

Leroy? It's your dad.

Uh, listen. I'm in town for the night.

Just passing through,
on my way up to Vancouver.

But I thought maybe we could...

grab a beer.

Marines are changing the rules on us?

They're having MPs
do murder investigations now?

No.

No, it's crazy how this all started.

I was reviewing a JAGMAN investigation

CID kicked over to us.

It was nothing.

It was about some missing gear.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting there

with a million questions
about Pedro Hernandez.

I'm not surprised.

He was an elusive dude.

I remember when
you were looking for him.

You never told me he turned up dead.

We didn't know until later.

We were on a case in Tijuana
a few months back.

Heard about it then.

Rival cartel member shot him,

Reynosa covered it up
so they wouldn't look weak.

Yeah.

You wouldn't believe what I had to do

to dig up the police report.

Thing's full of inconsistencies, though.

It says he was shot
at point-blank range,

but the witness statements
seem doctored.

And it also says
there was no exit wound.

So, the bullet's in his head?

No, I'm asking, is that what it says?

I had these translated into
English by three different people.

I'm still paranoid
they got something wrong.

You should've asked me to do it.

Well, you've been busy. I've been busy.

Yeah, I can see you're busy with this.

What does it mean?

I didn't want to assume
where you were with...

Where I was with what?

Last time we had drinks,

you said Franks buried
Leroy Gibbs' psych eval

and called you a dog in heat.

It was you against them.

It's been a while
since we've had drinks.

I have reason to believe
Hernandez was shot by a sniper.

You think it was Gibbs?

Yes.

Lala...

Look at me.

Maybe what I'm saying
about Gibbs is news to you,

maybe it's not.

I don't want to know.

I don't want you involved.

You and me, we're more than this.

We've been on the same side
for too long.

But I need to talk to him.

Gibbs?

I don't have the authority

to force him to submit to questioning.

My JAG contact is telling me I can't...

You want me to get him to talk to you?

There's a chance that justice
hasn't been served here.

If Gibbs is innocent, I can drop this.

If he's not, Lala...

these guys we work with,

all these guys...

We find a way to love them,

we find a way to protect them...

...but maybe that shouldn't be our job.

So, how you been?

I got some wood planks.

Mahogany.

Oh, yeah? What're you putting together?

I don't know.

Nothing's coming to mind.

You know, um,

I was thinking...

maybe some kind of ceremony?

What?

Ceremony for, uh...

Shannon, Kelly.

Wasn't right, you being laid up,

missing the burial.

Never got to say goodbye.

My friend says

that sort of thing
can really help sometimes,

a proper funeral.

At least let me pack up the house.

I'll put the stuff you'd want
in storage,

take care of the rest, you know?

We'll get that place on the market.

Who's your friend?

Name's Rhonda.

Met her in Nepal.

Yeah, she's a... She's a real peach.

My friend Todd there, the bouncer?

His cousin's a real estate agent.

I-I don't know her,
but he said she's good.

Aggressive.

That's great, son.

We'll sell that place quick, then.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Hey, uh...

This is my dad Jackson.

This is Cecilia, "Lala."

I work with her. She's on my...

I'm on her team.

- Nice to meet you, sir.
- You, too.

I'm sorry, you mind if I...

chat with your son for a minute?

Well, if you get him to talk,
more power to you.

What, you came here looking for me?

How'd you know I was here?

I have a friend. Her name is Lara Macy.

She's only military police, but she's...

What happened? You okay?

She's investigating the murder
of Pedro Hernandez.

She thinks you did it.

She wants to talk to you.

What do I do?

You sure it ain't just talk?

She said she has a JAG contact.

We need to look into it,
see how high this goes.

She also dug up a bunch
of Mexican files.

- You read 'em?
- No, Mike.

She's not sure where
I stand, and I was...

You was what?

Half of my gear didn't
make it back from Kuwait.

Course it didn't. It got blown up.

You were in a damn coma.
Marines got to know that.

Missing gear was just an excuse

for her to start investigating.

How'd she know to start
in the first place? Huh?

I don't know.

Macy wants to be JAG.

She applied for funded legal education,

she got denied.

So, she exposes this,

proves herself,
next year she gets it for sure.

Machine will get it.

Some prick's been calling
all week and hanging up.

Where's your weapon?

My weapon?

The rifle you used
to put down Hernandez, probie.

I buried it.

I had it.

I had it in my truck,

and then when you found out in Mexico,

I thought about the two of you knowing,

and what that could do, so I buried it.

That ain't what I'm asking.

I know! I heard you the first 20 times!

Okay, okay, we're all
just tired, let's just take...

Who turned her on to this
in the first place?

- She said she didn't know, Mike.
- Mike, I don't know!

How do you even know this woman?

We crossed paths at a few crime scenes.

We became friends.

How long have you known her?

T-That's just how it is, right?

What, you spot each other
through a sea of johnsons

and hold on to each other for dear life?

She gives me tips.

Tips on what?

About stuff the MPs are on.

That's how I get to
crime scenes before you guys.

Son of a bitch, Dominguez.

I always wanted a dog.

My mom was allergic.

Hello?! Hello?!

I don't want either
of you involved in this.

Macy wants to talk to me,

I'm just gonna tell her the truth.

Truth is, I handed you the file

that helped you get to that hill.

Dominguez and me both knew
what you'd done and kept quiet.

We're already involved.

That's the truth.

Got to find out what she's got on you.

You meet with her, like she asked.

Deny everything.

The way she questions you,
the things she asks...

that'll tell us what she knows.

Special Agent Gibbs?

Make yourself at home.

You always
leave your door unlocked?

I locked it when I had a house.

I'm not sure what Cecilia told you...

She said you think
I killed Pedro Hernandez.

Did you?

No.

Your wife and daughter were murdered

in February of last year,
is that correct?

I would rather not.

Excuse me?

You don't need me
to tell you the dates...

- I'm just making sure...
- Look in a newspaper.

The date is right there.

- Agent Gibbs, I'm not...
- You're asking me something

you already know the answer to.

You got a real question?

Did you travel to Mexico
the following June?

No.

Did you ever purchase a rifle
outside of Marine issue?

Yeah.

An M40A1.

You have it here?

Got stolen out of my truck,

last April.

You file a report?

I wasn't in the report-filing mood

with my family being dead and all.

Mm.

You got the bullet?

The bullet was never recovered.

It's still in his head.

Report said there was no exit wound.

- You read the report?
- You getting the body exhumed?

You recover a bullet,
match it to a weapon.

- Is that your plan?
- Agent Gibbs,

the agreement was that you
would answer my questions,

not the other way around...

- There was no agreement.
- Cecilia said...

Hey, you walked in here

- talking about my family!
- Agent Gibbs,

- I am not out of bounds here.
- Talking about dates!

- And we both know...
- Trying to make me feel something!

...that weapon wasn't stolen.

- Seeing if I would slip up!
- Where is your rifle?

You want to go to law school,
you write a better essay.

But you leave my girls
out of it, you hear me?

I will not sit here

and watch you walk on their graves

to get where you want to go.

Gunny...

we can talk low blows and bullets

and stolen weapons all day long.

But the fact is, I have a source.

A reliable one.

And that source said
that you shot Hernandez

and you don't regret it for one minute.

"And justice for all."

That's what I keep thinking.

Thanks for the coffee, gunny.

I'll let myself out.

Mike.

The Chilean sea
bass isn't even a true sea bass.

It's a Patagonian tuna.

You think I could pull off
dating a 21-year-old?

She skipped a grade,
so she's out of college.

Hey. Hey!

Hey, Gail said you're the one
promoting this, uh, nickname?

- Huh?
- I had a suspect come in,

he called me Agent Basement.

To my face.

- I'll, uh...
- I can't have that.

- I'll look into it.
- Right.

Where you going? I'm not done talking.

Oh, hey, there you are.

I saved you a seat here next to me

so that you don't have to get
hit by any swinging joysticks.

Thanks. I, uh...
I-I got to talk to Franks, so...

Dominguez, don't make me
get HR involved.

Ooh, hey.

Hey.

No word from Gibbs.

I waited by the phone long as I could.

He'll be here soon as
she leaves his place.

Business as usual, avoid questions.

Probie will be fine.

What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with who?

Gibbs.

Didn't you just say "he'll be fine"?

Yeah.

So you ain't got nothing to worry about.

He just has a dentist appointment.

Possible pre-root canal.

Oh, no...

Good morning.

Domiguez.

Those of you I don't know,
Ron Barrett, Regional Director.

I'm gonna make this short,
let you all get back to work.

Cliff Wheeler has been
put on administrative leave.

Pending a review of his actions

leading up to the arrest of Sandman.

You're kidding.

I assumed most of you heard.

Oh, we did, sir.

JJ just needs things
explained several times

before he can comprehend.

It remains to be seen
whether Special Agent Wheeler

will return to his post.

Questions?

Yeah, will someone be
acting as interim SAC?

Apologies, I thought
all this was communicated.

The board specifies
that Special Agent in Charge,

even interim, needs to possess

a certain amount of experience, hmm?

Certain demeanor.

I ain't got the demeanor, sir,

and I don't plan on getting one.

I believe I have both.

Friend, I don't know your name,

but you can take it up with the board.

His name is Dalton Basement.

It's clear this office
has gotten a bit lax.

I'll be here, in house, overseeing

until we can transfer someone
over from Twentynine Palms

to act as interim SAC.

Questions?

Dismissed.

Dominguez, a word?

Well, it's been a while.

Sir?

Your application to become an agent.

I was on your screening board.

It was over two years ago now, isn't it?

That whole process is a blur.

I was nervous.

Yeah, I championed the approval
of your application.

The rest of the board was against it.

But I'm pretty loud when I want to be.

I didn't know. Thank you, sir.

Yeah, we were desperate for a bilingual.

We still are.

The rest of it didn't matter.

Rest of what?

Any shortcomings.

You know, I'm taking
Spanish lessons myself.

It's important for
the director of a region

where so many speak it.

Muy importante para mi, uh...

Uh, para mi, uh...

Will you help me out here?

I don't know what
you're trying to say, sir.

Well, maybe you could give me
a few extra lessons?

Sorry.

- I miss the meeting?
- Regional Director Barrett,

do you know Special Agent Gibbs?

Oh, by reputation only.

Yeah, I wasn't on your board.

I will brief him on what he missed.

I got on the
horn to a couple guys I know.

Macy's JAG contact is legit.

She digs up enough evidence,

he's gonna help her
get the body exhumed.

She ask about your weapon?

I told her it was stolen.

She believe you?

Doubt it.

Okay, well, without your weapon,
the bullet is useless.

There is nothing to trace it to.

That's not her only play.

She also has a source.

She said someone reliable
told her I did it.

Who?! You think that's
what put her on to this?

She could be bluffing.

What?

Yo, Randolf on the mic.

You guys down there?

Yeah, uh, we're...

looking for something on the... thing.

Gibbs, you're back. How's your mouth?

What?

Wait.
Was the whole pre-root canal thing,

like, a code?

Because I just got a really weird call.

Some MP officer named Macy
said she wants

to meet up with me and talk about Gibbs.

Okay, I'm coming down.

We can't tell him.

The hell you talking about?

This Macy woman wants to come at him,

he needs to know what's what.

He's got a family!

Telling him Gibbs committed a crime,

asking him not to report it,

that puts him at risk.

His job, everything!

To be fair,
that's why I didn't tell you,

and you got pretty mad, so...

We cannot tell him!

Okay, tell me.

Just got off the phone with Rogelio.

Who?

Really, Mike? Rogelio Cuevas.

Tijuana PD, our liaison.

Last time we went to Mexico, yeah.

He said Macy showed up
in Tijuana a few weeks ago.

She was asking a bunch of
questions about Flaco Navarro.

We should not have told him.

No, I'm good, I just need some H2O.

You want something stronger?

Yeah, yeah, no.

I mean, it's heavy, you know?

The whole... you, sniping,

and now this Macy...?

You didn't set a meet
with her yet, did you?

No, I-I told her I'd call her back,

but she must really want
to be a JAG, huh?

To take it this far?

She probably saw
the play A Few Good Men.

I heard they're making a movie, but...

Now you're saying Flaco knows something?

Wait, Flaco?

This is the dude you guys staked
out for Roger's thing, right?

Wait, what is happening?

Yeah. He's head
of the 63rd Street Chacales.

Oh, my...

Gibbs, Macy was down in Mexico
trying to verify

that Flaco was there in June.

You think this Flaco is her source?

The way she was asking about him,

sounds like he could be
more than a source.

I think he's a witness.

Holy... Damn... Son of a...

Is it... is it possible

that someone saw you do the s-sniping?

We need to find
out what this guy told her.

It's the only way we'll know
how to hedge her off.

Where's he at?

Hey, Basement.

We need to chat with Flaco Navarro.

Are you still keeping tabs on him?

He's got a new spot.

I would find him another way.

I heard it gets pretty dicey out there.

Ah. All right.

Water's kicked in. I'm back.

Let's do this.

- Gracias.
- De nada, mi amor.

Hey, we got company.

We're here for Flaco.

_

No.

I should be the one going in there.

Seniority.

Also, probably not a great idea for you

to be asking if he saw you shoot a guy.

I'm not gonna tell you again.
It's time to come in.

No. Five more minutes. Please?

Go get it.

What are you doing here, mama?

Lara Macy. She pay you a visit?

You seeing this?

Yeah.

What'd she talk to you about?

We'll owe you.

_

And she had questions.

Knew better than to come here, though.

What'd she want to know?

Those cartel guys,
they cross the border,

they walk around like they're something.

- Run their mouths.
- Mm.

I should call in,
at least give our location...

Sir, get off the car.

Come out and play!
Come out and play. Come on!

- Approaching. Approaching.
- Hold here.

Come on!

Yeah! Hey!

No, no, no. Let them work it out.

Let them work it out.

Natives are getting restless.

Did you tell her

who killed Pedro Hernandez?

Them narcos told her
I saw something I ain't seen.

Yeah, running they mouth
about stuff that's not true.

Trying to bring heat on me.

I never seen Hernandez,
dead or otherwise.

But that's not all
she was asking about, though.

She was asking about the,
the flow of information.

¿Entiendes?

Asking me if-if I heard something about

how-how this Fed
helped that Fed pull it off.

Cahoots.

Hey, you like that word? Cahoots?

Who was in cahoots?

Was you in cahoots to take out Pedro?

That's what she wants to know.

Yeah. She wants to know real bad.

You ready for death, man? Huh?

Hey! Hey!

Federal agent!

- Drop the weapon.
- Drop the gun!

- Drop it!
- Put it on the ground!

- Right now!
- Drop it!

Hey!

Dominguez.

You know, that's not too smart.

I got more pull out there
than you're seeing.

Call 'em off.

Them badges don't work out here, bro.

You drop it.

Both of y'all.

Hey, hey. Hey! Hey!

You want to tell me what to do now?

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm the one you want to talk to.

Talk to me. Talk to me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm looking at him.

And I don't like the way
he's looking at me.

- Hey! Hey!
- Who you looking at?

- You got something to say?
- Hey, put it down.

- Stop.
- You want to disrespect me, huh?

You're a long way from home.

There's a lot of places
to go missing out here.

- I said call them off!
- Oh.

Don't shoot.

I'm the only friend you got out here.

Call them off.

Call them off!

Hey! Hey!

He did what you said. Walk away.

He did what you said!

Just let us leave!

Hey!

_

_

_

You owe me now, mama.

Randy, you good?

Yeah, yeah.

Let's move out.

Yeah.

The man is the head
of the frickin' Chacales,

lying is a job requirement.

Yeah, I was watching him.

Yeah, I was watching him, too.

I was sitting right across from him.

I ain't asking.
I know what I'm talking about.

He wasn't lying. He was sitting there,

practically making love to that steak.

What does a steak have
to do with anything?

He was being straight.

He didn't tell her nothing.

He didn't see crap.

He ain't the one that
put her on to this.

Ask me.

You've been thinking it since yesterday.

What's the problem, Mike?

Your balls fall out of your pants?

Ask me.

Did you do it?

Did I do what?

Did you tell Macy that
Gibbs offed Hernandez?

Maybe you didn't mean to.

Maybe you had a couple
glasses of wine in ya.

Maybe she was giving you

crime scene tips.

Maybe you were just talking, maybe...

Yeah, you think I drink wine, huh, Mike?

- Answer the question!
- I have!

I answer it every damn day!

Every time you tell me to shut my mouth

And do the work, I answer it.

You step on me again and again,

and I'm still loyal.

I'm a loyal dog in heat, right?

I belong in the mud with you

because you say so.

That ain't what I'm talking about!

It's what I'm talking about, Mike.

- That has nothing to do with this!
- I'm talking about it!

Damn it, Dominguez,

- this is about Gibbs!
- It has everything to do with it!

No. It's about you thinking
I'd have it in me

to betray him, or you or this team!

You have no idea what's in front of you.

Tish was a damn saint,

putting up with you for so long.

Hey. Are you all right? Are you okay?

Yeah, are you? You were driving,
like, 120 on the highway.

I couldn't keep up with you.

Bernard.

Yeah. Not a scratch. I'm fine.

What did we get from Flaco?

He didn't see nothing.

He wasn't the one that
tipped off Macy, but...

looks like she's gunning
to take down whoever she can.

What do you mean?

She's asking him who
you were in cahoots with.

Asking it with gusto.

You think that's why
she wants to meet with me?

We're gonna talk it out, figure it out.

Sit down, Rando.

- Oh, no, I'm good.
- Probie, take a seat, too.

- No.
- We have no idea what she knows.

We have to figure out what to do, blind.

That's why I'm asking everybody
to sit their asses down,

- Dominguez.
- Well, no one wants to sit, Mike.

She wants to meet with me.
What should I say?

You ain't meeting with her!

This has nothing to do with you!

I'm the one that gave probie
the Hernandez file.

- I'm the one...
- This is exactly why

- we shouldn't have...
- Stop interrupting me!

Guys, stop.

You've come a long way, probie.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Lala.

If you need anything, I'm here.

Welcome to the nuthouse, sweetie.

Hey. We got this.

Y'all can get fired for this.
This ain't no small thing.

We know.

If you don't find
a way to laugh...

...this job is gonna kill your ass.

Your eval said you
wouldn't succeed long-term at NIS.

Prove 'em wrong.

Listen to me! This ain't who we are!

This ain't who we are.

Get some sleep. Clear your heads.

Put together a plan in the morning.

Gibbs?

Okay.

I want your word

that you will leave my team out of this.

You have my word.

What are you doing here?

Your car was outside your place.

I thought you went for a run.

I went looking for you.

You need to go.

I need to talk to you.

I'll meet you back at my place.

Please, just let me say
what I need to say.

Shh! Shh.

The people that live here,

they don't know I snuck in here.

Just meet me back at my place.

I feel really stupid right now.

Gibbs.

Now I'm stupid, too.

I need to talk to you.

About what?

About what?

I turned over my rifle.

What?

I gave my rifle to Macy.

Now listen to me.

Lala.

Lala.

Lala, will you
just hear me out for one...

You, Franks...

You're just the same, you know that?

What you do affects other people!

You just... you just decide
for everybody.

Good luck with everything.

I'm done.

Hey, lady. Forget something?

No, I-I couldn't sleep.

I thought I'd...

catch up on some paperwork.

What are you still doing here?

Barrett won't let me leave

till he's done making 50 million calls.

He'd move quicker
if he didn't spend so much time

analyzing my skirt.

Okay.

Tell me.

What?

Randy's up there waiting

to talk to Barrett
about "something personal,"

and you're here doing paperwork?

Spill it. What's going on?

Oh, honey. What happened?

Gibbs.

What happened?

Is he all right?

Did he hurt you?

He hurt you.

I swear to God, I'm gonna smack
that man upside his head.

He thinks he's
the only one with stuff going on.

You got stuff, too.

And you're having to walk around here,

acting like you
aren't feeling things for him.

- No.
- And then he gonna turn around

and claim he's not feeling things back

'cause he think he needs to...

mourn till he's 60? Uh-uh.

I'm not feeling things.

Oh, honey. Yes, you are.

But that's okay.

You're not gonna let that keep you down.

You're what my mother calls...

a force of nature.

Mary Jo?

Tell me where you got that skirt again.

I want to get one for my secretary.

I'm kidding.

Get me Conner Fritz over
at Twentynine Palms, will ya?

Man's a sleazebag.

But you,

force of nature,

you don't let nobody keep you down.

Mary Jo?

Where you at, darling?

Mace!

Mace, I know you're in there!

I saw you through the window!

Right now, for all I know,

you know nothing!
Gibbs wants it that way,

and so do I. Go home.

We'll talk when this is over.

You broke my door.

JAG rejected you, Mace.

Maybe you aren't meant to be JAG.

How can you say that to me?

Because I see what you did here.

You pulled all this off.

You're scrappy as hell, man.

You don't belong in the courtroom.

You belong in the mud with me.

Our regional director...
his name is Barrett.

He likes me.

Drop this investigation,

apply to NIS.

I will make sure he gets you in.

What, are you gonna sleep with him?

Hell no. But I'll get him to do it.

I'm scrappy, too.

I can't agree to that.

This isn't just about me.

It's about justice.

You should go.

I'm not letting you do this.

Stop.

Put it down.

No.

Put it down and leave.

We could have a big brawl over the gun,

knock some stuff over.

But you and me,

we're more than this.

We've been on the
same side for too long.

Cecilia, stop.

If we fought and I hurt you,

I couldn't live with myself.

Gibbs killed Pedro Hernandez.

I didn't report it

because I believe it was a just killing.

And I think, deep down,

you believe that, too.

But I also didn't report it...

...because I helped him.

I helped him locate Hernandez.

I helped him plan it.

I was sitting next to him
when he pulled the trigger.

There's a million ways to tie me to it.

And they will.

If you move forward with this...

...my life will be over.

I couldn't hurt you, Mace.

I am begging you not to hurt me either.

My JAG contact felt I didn't
have sufficient evidence

to pursue this further.

I'm looping you in since
you'll see the report.

You'll get the rifle back
to Agent Gibbs,

save me the trip?

Mind divulging your source?

Who's the one that said Gibbs done this?

He did.

Last year, he got in a fight
at Daly's over the jukebox.

Spent the night in the drunk tank.

I was the on-duty
watch commander that night.

He called a woman to come pick him up.

Ruth.

He talked all about it
with her on the phone.

Loudly.

I guess he was too drunk to remember.

Must've just been making up
stories, huh?

Dominguez.

Listen, I don't know who you are,

but you call here again, I'm-a...

Mikey.

Mikey, it's me.

It's your brother.

Look, I know what you're thinking.

This ain't no olive branch.

I just...

I need to talk to you about Vietnam.

About what happened.

What I'm saying is,
my son is still little,

and I've-I've had a few close calls.

And I just thought...

...a desk job could be
a good long-term goal.

You know? And-and I thought

maybe, um, you could give me
some advice for...

for getting on track to-to being SAC.

Well, son, I tell you what,

talk like that makes me question

whether you should be
in the field at all.

You're out there with your
teams' lives in your hands.

It's no place for doubts.

Gibbs?

Leroy Gibbs. Leave a message.

Hello!

It's your friendly neighborhood
real estate agent.

I'm not stalking you.
Your dad gave me your number.

Listen, if you haven't left yet,
make sure to bring

the deed over to the house.

Darn it. You're probably already there.

Okay, we'll figure it out.

The solitude never lasts.

Other people's stories
float around you.

There's no stopping them.

Eventually, the stars align

and lives collide.

They would've wanted you
to be happy, son.

Hi. I'm late, I know.

I've been working like crazy,

which I guess is good news for you guys.

Leroy, right?

Did you bring the deed?

I left you a message...?

Never mind.

Diane.

Oh. Right. Hi.

Good Lord, you've got
some gorgeous eyes on you.

Those babies are bright.

You want to give me the tour or what?

- One night...
- Yeah.

- ...my future collided with me.
- Uh...

Dining room.

And on that same night,

a little girl named Grace

was playing with her dog...

...just down the street from
where I was packing up my house.

Good boy, okay. Three, two, one. Go!

She threw the ball too hard.

Milo! Stop! Milo!

Milo!

Stop! Milo!

Milo!

Grace ran out into the road,

and her life collided
with someone else.

Someone who was coming to tell me

she had saved me.

I would only find out later
what she did for me.

But that's not
what made me love her.

I loved her all along.

I still do.

This is a story I don't tell.

I can't find the words.

But it never stops running
through my head.

The story of her.