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We're entering first of the month. You still want the place?

Yeah. Remember this guy? Bugs, aka Sandman? I am interviewing him for my

program. Pedro Hernandez, the man who killed my family, is still out there.

We're gonna get him. I'm gonna get him for you.

Pedro Hernandez was killed six months ago. He was shot by a snake.

No matter how hard you try, or in my case, how far you go, you can't ever

it all behind.

There is no such thing as a clean slate.

She knew I killed the man that killed my family.

She would have been right to tear me up for going outside the law.

For not telling her the truth.

Hell, she would have been right to turn me in.

She didn't do any of that.

But she couldn't bring herself to look at me either.

Frank saw what was going on.

He told her to teach me the camera.

She didn't argue.

Solutions should be at 68 degrees.

Photo stays in the developer for 60 seconds. Stop bath for 30 seconds.

Fixer for five minutes.

It's all in the nose.

Next 10 days were long.

Work was slow.

I learned a lot about film.

But you still wouldn't look at me.

Before all this.

She told me once that the vents in that dark room were a direct line into

Wheeler's office.

I never knew if she waited those ten days for Wheeler to be out for the

holidays, or if it just took her that long to figure out what she wanted to

to me.

Whatever the reason, eventually, she was ready.

For which part?

If someone killed my family, I don't know what I'd do.

Maybe the same thing you did. I don't know.

I laid awake at night trying to figure out how to catch him.

For you.

To make you better.

To make you okay.

You were never going to tell me.

It was safer that way.

You think I would have turned you in? I meant safer for you.

Randy?

Only Frank's knows.

I'm meeting with Wheeler Monday. I'm asking all Frank's team.

You can't do that. You think you're going to tell me what I can do?

No. You think you have any say over what I do? No.

I don't trust you, Gibbs.

I don't trust Franks.

I sure as hell don't trust the two of you together.

What kind of team is that?

Hey.

You're still just practicing pictures, right?

Yeah.

Good. Gibbs, I need your help.

Let's go, sweetie. It's time sensitive.

Last year, Gail helped me dig it out.

She damn near died of an asthma attack in here.

It looks better with the tinsel on it.

There's a box here somewhere.

Hiding behind the shredder. I got it.

Someone was shredding so much.

They burnt out the motor on this thing.

I can't remember who Gil said it was. Should have just tossed the damn thing.

Leave for Mary Jo.

We've been holed up in that dark room for days.

It wasn't Christmas in there.

But everywhere else, it was.

Hold on.

It was my first Christmas without my family.

And now I was losing her, too.

Gibbs?

This is Gibbs.

She wasn't even mine to lose.

Not even close.

But a man can only take so much.

Thank you.

You okay, honey?

I could only take so much.

So, yeah, my mom and her husband are flying in for Christmas Eve, which, you

know. He's a real jackass.

What the hell's Gibbs at?

I heard he got a phone call earlier and he walked out.

Tell you what, I'm going to have to go out and get wasted three, four times

to survive.

Tonight? No, Christmas. My mom's husband.

Oh, well, if you need a designated driver, I could pick you up. Hey,

can you guys give me a hand? After that call I got, I needed a distraction.

What the hell's all this?

I needed to keep myself busy.

Thank you.

Where should I put it? Oh, wherever.

I got to haul it downstairs.

This your first time on night duty? Putting in some shelves down in the

room. Get it organized.

Got some more wood in the truck.

This your first overnight?

Third.

Oh, so then you know.

The guy you were leaving can't go until you're in the building. You show up late

and screw around in the doorway. Really sucks, dude. Well, you give me a hand,

it'll go faster.

After my dad taught me to fish, he showed me how to swing a hammer.

He said, there's a lot in this world you can't make right, but the wood you can

always make right.

And that's the start.

That night, all I wanted was to make things right.

But after I got that phone call, that was impossible.

Making things right was impossible from the start.

And it started back then.

When you get back from killing the man that killed your family, the uniform

doesn't fit the same anymore.

You wish it did, but it doesn't.

You said Gunnery Sergeant Gibbs?

Got you here.

You turning your ID, Gunny?

Yeah. Go ahead and set it down.

Just need a couple minutes of your time, and we'll be out the door. 100 %

civilian.

I want a Kevlar, two canteens, one canteen cup.

Damn, you really gave these hell, Gunny.

One LBV, one Alice pack.

You've reached Stillwater General Store.

Leave a message. We'll get back to you.

Hey, Dad.

I gotta tell you.

I, uh...

I went down to the base today and... Leroy?

Hey.

You know we're closed Tuesday mornings.

You should have called the house.

I just stopped by here to get my glasses.

Lucky. What were you saying?

You're back on base today. They cleared you for duty. That's great. Yeah, I,

uh... Look, somebody's... Huh?

Somebody's on the other line. I gotta call you back.

Just walk in here. I can walk wherever the hell I want. You're in here

disturbing the peace for the 15th time, destroying my building. I'm not doing

those things. Oh, well, that's new.

I'll fix it. No. Last warning was your last warning. I want you out. Ruth, come

on. I'm having a day. Yeah, well, I'm having a life. Clean all this up and I

want you out. Start packing your crap.

Get the hell out or I'm calling the cops.

Okay.

All right. Hey, I'll go.

I'll go.

Camp Pendleton Rodeo.

Hey, what?

Thousands of tourists were bussed into town.

It just so happened to be going on when I got kicked out of my place.

No vacancy for a hundred miles.

So, I made do.

I'm sorry.

Agent Franks is unavailable. Can I take a message?

I'll call back.

I wasn't calling Franks for a place to stay.

I had that figured out for the time being.

I

was

calling because he was the one guy in the world I could talk to about what I

in Mexico.

He was the only one.

I'd been living in my truck for days, and Mexico was a lot to think about.

It was a lot to think about on my own.

See, you landed on your feet.

What a drama queen.

It's enough. Come on home.

May the list your damages.

You're going to need to get them fixed.

I want to approve them once they're done, and I'm keeping your security

It's mine now.

Yes, ma 'am.

I know who you are.

I read the paper, stay up on things.

It ain't every day a white Marine with a black name loses his family to murder.

The kitchen table's the only good thing in here.

I don't got a good flat surface.

I feel so bad, I got a worried mind.

I'm so lonesome all the time.

Since I left my baby behind, lonely by you.

Saving nickels, saving dimes.

Working till the sun don't shine.

Looking forward.

There are a million dark brown people. This is dark brown.

There you go.

We don't always have to do two corners each, you know

You can keep that one. Do it yourself.

What are you... What'd I do?

I say something wrong, we weren't even talking. Why would you talk? We never

talk when we puzzle.

What, you want to talk?

Look at you.

You're a damn loser.

I don't associate with losers.

I don't have time for this crap.

You need help.

I need help? Yeah. Look in the mirror, man. Wash your hair, get a job.

You know better than the homeless guys going through my garage all the time.

Hey! If I want a job, I'll go get one, and it's got nothing to do with what you

think, all right?

Whatever.

A couple of days later, I started

at the grocery store.

Got a lot of compliments from the customers.

Fine job there, young man.

Everything I learned at my dad's store was paying off.

A week went by.

Ruth started coming back over with the puzzles.

We'd do a few hours at night when I got home from work.

She said I looked like crap in my apron.

I'm pretty sure she said that because she knew that apron wasn't me.

A quarter of them smokes, too.

What do you want to do for dinner tonight, baby?

I'm going out with Angie, remember?

No. Don't leave me. I'm dead without you. Agent Franks?

Gibbs.

How are you?

I tried calling you.

Tish, this is Leroy Gibbs.

I've, uh... It's nice to meet you.

Ma 'am.

I tried calling.

I need to talk to you about something. Some other time. I'm kind of in a rush.

I got off at four. You want to grab a beer?

Today doesn't work.

I've got a thing.

She says she's having dinner with a friend.

Keep the change.

Ain't gonna work out tonight, Gunny. How about tomorrow?

Double bag that, will you?

Appreciate it.

Tomorrow?

Ain't gonna work out.

Jorge's been through hell. The least you can do is talk to him.

He tried to walk away from me.

But no way in hell was I going to let him off that easy.

Mexico was too big to carry on my own.

Hey!

What about the day after next?

Damn kid.

That was good.

What, Gunny?

I'm not a Gunny anymore.

Yeah, I just put that together.

How'd your pops take it, you leaving the Corps?

Haven't told him yet.

It's your life.

It ain't his.

I've been needing to talk to you.

I've been... Pedro Hernandez.

No. Listen to me, I just need a minute. I said no, damn it.

That ain't how this works.

Now, I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, okay?

I never wanted to show you that file.

But I did it anyways. I did.

But that don't put me on the hook for what comes next.

You go off the grid for weeks. Now you're calling me, ambushing me while

trying to buy milk with my lady.

You got one of two things going.

Either you're spinning your wheels looking at me like I got intel that I

got.

Or you want to get something off your chest that ain't my business.

I never wanted to be.

My business. You understand, Gunny?

Now you can answer.

Yes or no.

Do you get how this could be a problem?

Yes. Do you want to make problems for me?

No.

I'm real sorry for everything you've been through.

I mean that.

You want my advice?

Put it all behind you as best you can.

Hit the reset button.

Find a new purpose.

You're a bright guy, Gibbs.

Too bright to be bagging my beer.

I went back in and finished my shift.

Grabbed a sixer on the way out.

It turned into the kind of day where you just wanted to go home and drink alone.

Getting numb sounded good.

But I couldn't picture anything worthwhile on the other side of that six

Hey!

Hey! Stop, you old bitch!

Hey! They robbed me! They're taking my stuff!

Hey! Go,

go, go!

No, no, no. You stay here. Screw you. I'm coming. Run.

Drive down. They're getting away.

Seatbelt. Huh?

Seatbelt. Oh, for the love of God.

There they are.

That's them.

They hurt you? Get slow trial right down the plate. They grabbed your arm?

Three, six, seven.

Three, six, seven, peace, eat.

Okay, got it. Let's find a phone and call the doctor.

Slow down, I got it.

I said slow down.

Come on, you're getting used to it.

Is it just your arm?

What? Did they hurt you anywhere else?

What? This?

They didn't do this.

I ran into a door yesterday, you lunatic.

Dude's out of his damn mind.

Get your ass out here.

He literally drove me to drink.

Literally.

Why would they want to steal your vacuum?

Thing was top of the line. It was a Hoover.

I'm guessing they're going to hawk it.

They're living in their car.

Nothing to vacuum. Nowhere to plug it in.

Little bitches got many simple dreams record too.

Then they're out of step.

Want to go call on the plate now?

No.

No use even chasing them.

Cops won't do nothing.

It is what it is.

Here.

Thanks.

You love that record.

You get sad when Boo Bayou comes on.

No, I don't.

Okay. It

reminds me of

my son, that song.

He's not dead or anything.

He lives in New Orleans.

He's an architect.

I messed up his life for a whole lot of years, so... Makes

sense why you don't want to talk to me no more.

I'm like a wrecking ball that never misses.

But you know, I guess sometimes it's better to feel sad than feel nothing at

all.

The man who killed my family.

I hunted him down.

And I killed him.

Feels good to have somebody else know that.

Sorry to dump that on you.

I understand if you don't want to come over anymore.

What the hell?

What is happening right now?

I tell you, I'm a crap mother. You tell me you killed a guy?

Do people really talk like this?

I don't think so.

So you killed the guy, huh?

That explains a lot.

Let me tell you something.

She told me what she saw in me.

That I was the guy who managed to hunt down a killer that no one else could

find. That I was ready to chase down her robbers without thinking twice.

That I paid attention.

That I noticed what music she liked and cared about a bruise on her arm.

She said out loud what my gut had been telling me for weeks.

That if I went all in, if I got myself together,

I can make a pretty damn good cop.

The Federal Law Enforcement Training Center in Georgia became my home for the

next two months.

After Scout Sniper School and Desert Storm, Fletzy's physical training was

Clear!

Frank still didn't want anything to do with me, so I went over to the 29 Palms

office.

Being a Marine helped me get approved quick.

They said I'd be a probationary agent when I got done here.

Problem was, my head still wasn't right.

I thought maybe I bit off more than I could chew.

But Ruth said otherwise.

She wrote, the comeback's always stronger than the setback.

And sometimes she'd add a few other words of encouragement.

Ruth's letters meant everything.

And after graduation, I couldn't wait to get home and prove her right.

Hey.

I was going to wait. until you came down to say hi, but I thought you'd drive

up, so...

Thank

you.

I'm real proud of you, Leroy.

Real proud.

Well, it's not official yet.

I got an appointment over at NIS.

Where's Psyche, Val?

The jet lag?

I slept on the plane.

I need to get going, though. I don't want to be late.

For you?

Yeah, you're always saying you're a crap mom, but you're a damn good big sister.

You got another Bruce?

I have nothing.

Get out of here. You're going to be late to your thing. Bruce.

I'll see you when you get back. Ruth.

Sit down. I don't want to sit.

Sit down.

This test will be a comprehensive analysis of your mental health and

functioning.

designed to tell us if you're in an appropriate state to handle the

the job.

I've said it to you a bunch of times in my head.

I knew I should say it out loud.

But I... Turns out I'm dying.

Some of my questions may be difficult.

As we delve into your family history, all I ask is that you answer honestly.

Does that make sense?

I've been to all the doctors.

They drew my blood so many times, my veins run the other way now.

It's blood cancer.

I can't pronounce the name.

A man can only take so much.

Isn't that right, Mr. Gibbs?

You're not okay.

You're not okay. You're not okay. You are not okay.

Mr. Gibbs, are you okay to begin?

You friends with Mike Franks? Yeah.

You know him?

Yeah, he's a prick.

I gotta get some change for the payphone.

Is that you?

Yeah.

You mad at me?

For what?

Thought you were coming back after your thing today.

Why didn't you tell me you were sick before I left for Georgia?

So you are mad. I wasted two months.

That's time we could have had.

Wasted?

Leroy.

Helping you become the man you were meant to be.

The only good thing I've ever done.

Well, I'm not going to be an agent.

What are you talking about? My psych eval. I failed it. So who?

The psychologist.

He didn't have to say it. It was all over his face.

Leroy. Sorry, I let you down.

Dude, you gotta be kidding me.

Hey.

Yo.

We're shooting pool here.

Why are you playing Olivia Newton -John?

I'm playing a Ronstadt.

Like that's supposed to make it any better.

Don't.

Everything's backwards.

Your wife and daughter are gone. Your one friend in the world is dying. Your

career is tanked.

Last thing you need is someone hell -bent on making you feel worse.

Can I help you? Special Agent Franks. Got a call from Smitty over at Daly's.

got Leroy Gibbs back there?

Being processed out as we speak.

Processed out?

To who?

Her.

Hello, Mike.

Should I know you? Ruth Orozco, building manager.

We met once in passing.

The day I showed Leroy his apartment.

Yeah, right.

What are you doing here?

Taking Leroy home.

Why?

Because I'm his best friend.

When did that happen?

Around the time you walked out on him.

You hear he graduated from FLETC?

Yeah, I heard.

Valedictorian. That's not a thing.

Top of his class, whatever. He was the best.

And everything was on track until that dumb psych about.

He thinks he failed it.

Did he?

Damn it.

He only failed that test because of me.

Well, you do.

I'm dying, that's what.

He found out right before he took the test, and that's why he failed.

Sorry about your situation.

The why don't matter.

Rules are rules.

Rules ain't exactly your forte, are they?

Oh, yeah.

He told me everything.

Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.

Hell, I must be as screwed up as you because I think you did right by him

you showed him that file.

But then you abandoned him.

What are you talking about?

Poor kid can't bring himself to tell his own father he left the Marines.

He's having a full -on identity crisis. He reaches out to you to listen, and you

leave him standing there alone in his apron.

And I'll tell you what, he blames himself for all of it.

Because he thinks you're great.

You're the whole reason he picked NIS.

What he does, what he thinks, that ain't my business.

Then what are you doing here?

It is your business.

You just wish it wasn't.

Two totally different things, you selfish prick.

Leroy Gibbs is coming out right now.

Which one of you wants him?

She does.

There's a signature there.

You look like crap.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, let's go home.

Paper or plastic?

Sir?

Here, let me double bag that.

Listen up.

Got a new agent joining the team.

Name you know.

Really? Heard he was starting over at 29 Palms. I figured that was off. I heard

an MP talking about how he just got hauled in for mutual combat.

That was one beer too many. He's done with all that.

And this is official?

Yep. She's got the word.

At that right, Cleo. Sure.

You really think he's ready for all this, boss?

He'll fit in great.

Hey! Hey!

That's enough!

That's enough!

That's crazy. I fucked into him. He started swinging. You didn't say excuse

I was just in here last week fighting with a couple of Marines. Why are you

still talking? Come on! Come on! What are you going to do? You want to meet me

outside? Yeah! Let's go!

Easy! It's okay. And I asked our guy.

Shit. Sir, procedure says we got to write him up. Then write him up.

I got him.

Sit.

What? Get past your soccer ball, Gibbs, or stop acting like you didn't. The sack

called from 29 Palm. Said they're pulling their job offer. Because I told

to.

You're coming to work for me.

Report tomorrow morning.

0800.

Got an agent named Randolph. He'll show you the ropes, give you the tour.

Tell your pops you left the Corps because I recruited you.

Welcome to the team, Proby.

Go home.

Get some rest.

Yes, sir.

For years, I couldn't understand why he hired me.

Then one day, over beers, he told me about his talk with Ruth.

I wasn't surprised she got in his head.

The morning of my first day at work, I heard Kelly laughing.

I saw Shannon's face.

It was enough to make me want to crawl back in bed.

But then I heard a voice in my head say, Leroy, quit being a little bitch and

get up and go to work.

I wish I could have saved her like she saved me.

But the best I could do was track down her son.

She spent her last months with him in New Orleans, exactly where she wanted to

be.

The call I got earlier that day was from him, telling me she was gone.

Hey, Gail.

You got a call?

Hey.

Hey. You, uh, making some shelves?

Yeah.

How come?

It's a mess in here.

You got a phone call earlier.

I saw you walk out.

I just...

I wanted to see if you're okay.

What happened?

It's a long story.

I got time.

My meeting with Wheeler isn't until Monday.

I told her all about Ruth.

And she told me she was canceling her meeting with Wheeler.

She said she couldn't stomach the idea of having to answer to a wannabe Franks

on some other team.

She was still a long way from trusting me.

But she said she wanted to try.

And I was grateful.

Because it was like Ruth always said about puzzling.

When you got a partner, you only got to do two corners each.