All language subtitles for NCIS.S16E16_P1

Is that a menacing lion
I see over there?

Or maybe just
an angry squirrel.

Okay, got it.
Your boyfriend's
a big chicken.

Hilarious.
Oh, no.

Are there chickens
out here, too?

It's snakes I'm
worried about, okay?

Not lions, not tigers...

Snakes in the middle
of winter?

Why not? They're
cold-blooded.

Which is why they're dormant:
not enough sun
to warm them up.

This is ninth grade
earth science, babe.

- I guess I slept through that...
- Oh, my God!

Nice try.

What the hell?
Joe, get up!

Thank you.

Tên ep

I try and do more than
"just the facts, ma'am."

This one is
a real page-turner.

It's got mood,
intrigue, emotion.

And that typo.

That or you flat-out
misspelled the word.

Either way, I caught it.

And what word is that?
"Weather."
As in:

"Our agents did their best
to whether the storm."

I see it.
You spelled it W-H,
"whether or not."

When in fact
it should be
W-E, as in, like:
"How's the weather?"

Or as in: "I doubt whether
anyone would care either way."

I care. I'm not
just anyone.

There is
a third spelling.
W-E-T-H,

like in "bellwether,"
which means a castrated ram.

And why would anyone say:
"We'll castrated ram the storm"?

Uh, just pointing out the
nuances of the English language.

I've got some nuance for you.

Grab your gear.
Dead petty officer,
Great Falls Park.

What is a bellwether?

Well, a "wether" is
a ram that leads

a flock of sheep
with a bell around its neck.

It's a bellwether.

- Ah, got it.
- Okay, cool.

Don't even ask, boss.

Victim is Petty Officer
Third Class Logan Braddish,

currently listed as U.A.
from his base in Norfolk.

What was he doing
way out here?

And what tore him
up like that?

Give me a guess,
Palmer.

There's a lot
of little postmortem bites

from much smaller animals,
but his throat and abdomen

were clearly ripped up
by something much larger.

Well, park rangers have
had black bear sightings

- over the past few years.
- Except black bears

aren't known to attack people.

Could have been wolves.

Or coyotes.
In these woods?

- Mm.
- No way.
Oh, got something here.

- Bishop.
- Hmm?

That's a claw.

Sure is.
Uh, could I have
an evidence bag, please?

That could have been
a bear after all.

- Could be.
- Maybe he

accidentally snuck up
on a mother and her cubs?

Only one way to find out.

Spread out,
start looking.

Paw prints, bear scat,
blood trail. Go.

And by "scat" you mean...?

Does a bear scat in the woods?

Ah. Yeah, that's
what I thought you meant.

He was just a baby-faced kid.

Ah. Guess I can add this
to the list.

Yeah? What list?

Of the most horrible deaths
since I started here.

This ranks somewhere
between pummeled
with a war stick

and boiled in a hot tub.
You know,

technically, our hot tub guy was
stabbed before he was boiled.

Yeah, that makes it
so much less horrible.

Anyway, please tell me
this is your first bear attack.

It is. If that's
what this is.

You have this claw
and those wounds.

What more do you need?

I need whatever
you can find here.

You got it.
Quick as I can.

- Hi.
- Hey.

There's my favorite
son-in-law.

What?

Ed. Hey.

You're busy.

No. I, uh...
I-I mean, yes, yes.
But I...

Is everything okay?
Everyone's super-duper.

I was just in the neighborhood,
thought I'd surprise you.

Thank you, Agent Supliski.
I've got him.

And actually...

...I thought
I'd grab you for lunch.

Oh, gosh.
I-I would love that.

Are you sure
there's nothing wrong?

Given your reaction,
it must be obvious

that we don't do this
nearly enough.

Or ever.

Uh, actually, you know what, Ed,

I-I might have to take
a rain check for today.

I've just started
a rather peculiar case.

Forget peculiar.

We don't get many like
this at the funeral home.

I'd be worried if you did.

Wow. Mind if I ask
what happened?

Bear attack is
the working theory so far.

A bear? How crazy is that?

Maybe a little too crazy, Ed.

There's a lot
of claw marks here,

but as you can see,
none of them are too deep.

Yeah, I-I think a bear
would pack more of a wallop.

Well, they look
plenty deep to me.

I could see a grizzly bear
out west,

or maybe a polar bear
up north, but...

I mean, a black bear attack?

Why not? I hear
about attacks all the time,

and, you know,
black bears, brown bears,

they all have teeth and claws,
right?

Wait a minute.
How did I miss that?

Miss what?
What is it?

It looks like a knife wound
under this claw mark.

Yeah. Yeah,
that's about an inch wide.

Partially obscured
by this...

torn dermis here.
You see that, Ed?

You...

Ed? What's wrong?

This was a bear.
What?

Say it was a bear. Please.

Ed, wh-what are you...
I promise you, Jimmy,

it's a matter
of life and death.

Call it a bear attack.
For me.

What do you got, Palmer?

Oh. Agent Gibbs.
Well, you know what?

It's Ed Slater.
I'm Jimmy's father-in-law
and Breena's dad.

It's been a few years.
I'm glad you're well.

Undertaker.
You remember. See?

Yeah, that's right.

Although I prefer
"postmortem coordinator."

Palmer.
You need an update?

Still a bear?

Um... yeah.
I-It's...
it's still a bear.

Keep me posted.

Good to see you
again, Gibbs.

What have I done?

Can't believe
I just lied to Gibbs.

And for what?
Pancakes.

You ever have pancakes
for lunch?

What do you say?

Tell me why, Ed,

why, after years of
earning that man's trust,

did I just lie to his
face because of you.

What is so life-and-death?

I hate to admit,
but I've been gambling.

And, well, I thought it was just
a weekly friendly poker game

with the other local merchants.

Gambling is not
life-and-death, Ed.

But $50K is.

That's what I get
for going all in

on four kings, not knowing
the dry cleaner had four aces.

You lost $50,000
to a dry cleaner?

Peter hosts the game.
Nice guy, or at least he was

until I went to work out
a payment plan.

Suddenly he had
a favor to ask

that would erase
all my debts entirely.

- A favor?
- He brought the kid's dead body

to my embalming studio

and told me to make it look
like an accident.

Okay, who wants coffee?

Not just yet.
Actually...

I'd love a cup.

- Ed.
- Huh?

Not just yet.
Okay.

Did the dry cleaner
tell you what happened?

No, and I didn't ask.

I saw the knife wound
and that he was Navy,

so I figured
eventually he'd end up

on your autopsy table, so...

So you thought you'd
just fake a bear attack.

That's why I worked so hard
to make it look real

so that'd make your job easier.

Wh-What,
to help you cover up a murder?

That's not exactly what we did.

That is exactly what...

That is exactly
what you did, not we.

Unless...
What about Stevie?

Is he still helping you out
at the funeral home?

Sure, yeah,
but Stevie's out of town.

He doesn't know
anything about it.

Of course. Your
own son stays clean

while your son-in-law gets
dragged through the mud.

I swear I'll make it up to you.

Don't. Just...
I don't...

Tell me who else
plays in this game.

It's me and Peter Liu--
he's the dry cleaner--

Janice, the Froyo lady,
Dimitri, who owns a barbershop,

old man DiNozzo,
Lenny the bartender,

and...
Stop.

Did you just say
"old man DiNozzo"?

Anthony. Yeah.
He's retired,

but a real old-school raconteur.

- He knows terrific stories.
- Okay,

w-was he there
the night that you lost?

Yeah. Why? Do you know him?

You bet I do.
I'm gonna reach out
and see if he can help.

what do you want me to do?

Uh, you just... order
your coffee and pancakes

and... I don't know,
try not to cover up any more
murders till I get back, huh?

Sarcasm doesn't help.

"Derived from the Greek word
'skat' with a 'K,'

meaning 'excrement
of an animal'."

Yeah. Wild animals, maybe.

Cows have manure,
cow pats, meadow muffins...

Bird droppings,
bat guano...

Wait, did you say
"meadow muffins"?

Cut the crap.
You find any?

No, boss,
no, uh, scat at the scene.
No paw prints, either.

Then what do we have?

Petty Officer
Third Class Logan Braddish, 22.

Served three years,
stationed out of Norfolk,

where he never reported back
this past Sunday

after weekend liberty.

Navy pals claimed that
he left their group

Friday night to check out this
trendy nightclub in Georgetown,

and that was the last
they saw of him.

- Any family in the area?
- No. He was from Vermont.

His family has been notified.
His dad is on his way down.

McGee, Bishop, check out
the nightclub. Torres,

call the rangers again, find out
if they have any bear sightings.

Scat.

Call me back as soon
as you can, Mr. DiNozzo.
It's urgent.

Thank you.

Hey there.

You finished already?

Yes. And...
look who's back.

I... Oh, of course.
Dr. Mallard!

Good to see you,
too, Dr. Palmer.

You aren't due back
for several weeks.

Yes. But this weekend,
I have a table at the...

Marine Corps Scholarship
Foundation Ball.

So...
back I am.

And we're so glad you are.
Yes. Definitely glad.

And I discovered he was back
because I have some weird news.

- Weird?
- Those samples you gave me?

They contain not one trace
of bear saliva.

Bear saliva.

This must be the petty
officer in question.

That-that is weird, Kasie.

L-Let me take another sample
here just to make sure.

May I assist you with that?
No, you may not.

What I mean to say is that
if I have made a mistake,

I would prefer to
correct it myself,

if you don't mind.
- Hmm.
Of course.

You know, Duckster, I'd, um...

I would love to show you
the latest addition to my lab.

Yes! Yes, comfy chairs.

You need to try these out.

I'm, well, I-I'm
gonna just, um, swab,

uh, another sample for
Kasie and that's all.

Very well. Lead the way, Kasie.

So glad you're back.

Oh, man.

What am I doing?

Can I be doing this?

Is this even happening?
Why am I asking you?

Mr. DiNozzo.
Thank you for calling me back.

What's up, Brother Jimmy?
What's the deal?

Deal? What deal?
There's no deal.

Kasie texted me.
She said you were stressed.

What's wrong, man?

I just got a lot going on.
You know?

And I was just going
to meet someone, so, uh...

Who are you gonna meet?
Spit it out, dude.

Talk to your boy Nick.

Fine.

You don't happen
to know somewhere

where I could get
some bear saliva, do you?

I actually do know a guy.

But the guy is super weird,

so this has to be
really important.

Yeah, I lied to Gibbs.

- What?
- I did it. I lied.

It happened so fast.
Please, just don't tell him.

No, I won't.
But you know he knows.

He does know, doesn't he?
Yeah, he always knows.

Yeah, I knew the second
that I told him that he knew.

Worse off, he knows
that I know that he knows.

Well, you know how he knows.
He knows that...

Never mind.

Why did you lie?
Okay, so, it's a long story,

but...
Actually, don't tell me.

I don't want to know.
I'm better off that way.

You got to fix this, right?

Yeah. I fully intend to.

I gotta clean up
something else first.

What's that something else
you have to clean up?

Do you really want to know,
Nick?

Yes. No.

No. Yes. Actually, no, I
don't really want to know.

No, don't tell me.
I don't really want to know.

I really want to know.

That's quite a tale.

Yeah? What do you think?

How well do you know
this, uh, dry cleaner?

- Peter? Well enough.
- Hmm.

Being an excellent poker player

doesn't necessarily make him
a killer.

He's not excellent, just lucky.

I'm afraid it's more
than I can say for you.

Watching you play
that last hand

that night, Ed,
was like watching

a car wreck in slow motion.

His raises
were way over the top,

and he's got so many tells.

No, I don't.
Yes, you do.

I knew something was wrong the
second you came in this morning.

Your lower lip twitches.
And the eyebrows, huh?

The best of Groucho.

Plus, uh, he's a table talker.

Constantly bragging
between hands

about his hotshot son-in-law
who runs NCIS.

You tell people I run NCIS?

Well, it's easier
than explaining
what an assistant ME does.

I've told you seven times,
I'm not an assistant anymore.

And-and you didn't
bother correcting him?

I'm not a table talker.

But could we get back
to the alleged murder?

You're right. I'm afraid

it's more than alleged,
though, Mr. D.

The poor kid
was clearly stabbed.

But by whom?

I mean, Peter hardly seems
like the type.

I could talk to him.

Yeah? And say what?

Well, I'd mediate.
Uh, try to get Ed
off the hook here

and maybe point us
in the, uh, direction
of the true killer.

That would be fantastic.

Yeah, I'll take Ed with me,

but I think it's, uh, better
if you steer clear.

No, absolutely not.
No, this is on me to clean up.

If you go, I go.
I wouldn't mind not going.

Oh, no, you're going.
We're all going.

Oh, it's a Liu's Hangers.

There's one of these
in my neighborhood.

- Must be a chain, huh?
- Peter Liu's.

The best in the biz.

Yeah, it's no wonder
he can afford to host

such a high-stakes game.

Oh, there are far bigger games
than this.

And with some serious
high rollers.

Too high for my blood.
Hey, guys, before we go in,

I beg you to just stay civil
with Peter.

Relax, Ed. The guy's a pussycat.

Hold on.

Your lower lip is twitching.
No, it's not.

There go the dancing eyebrows.

All right, Groucho.
Spill your guts.

- What are you not telling us?
- All right.

Fine. You know what,
maybe it's better that you know

before we go in.
- Know what?

Peter Liu's got Stevie.

- Stevie?
- Ed's son.

Wait, wh-what do
you mean, "got"?

Peter's taken him as insurance.

Insurance.

You know, he's not
giving Stevie back

until I take care
of the dead kid.

Oh, you have got
to be kidding me.

I wish I was, but...

Okay, so-so, Stevie
has been taken hostage,

and you're only telling us
about this now?

Hey.
The last thing Peter said
was if I tell anyone,

Stevie's good as dead.

Okay. All right.
You know what, guys?

We should just go. All right?

It might be a little late
for that.

I hope he can't read lips.

Bear attack. Ridiculous.

I told you to stick
with the plan

and just cremate the guy.

I couldn't do it, Peter.

Cremate him, Ed?

I thought he told you to make it
look like an accident.

He was also warned
not to tell anyone,

but here you are.

The famous son-in-law
who runs NCIS.

I may not run NCIS,
but make no mistake.

I could have a team of agents
down here in minutes.

You're in too deep
with too much to lose.

If you weren't,
your agents
would be here already.

Peter, can we
just take a breath?

It's me talking,
your old buddy Tony.

I'm sure that you and I
can reach a compromise.

You know what, Tony?
You are a buddy,

so I'll tell you this once.

Keep your nose out of this
or lose it.

How's that for compromise?

Not exactly what I had in mind.

Would you just tell us
if Stevie is here?

He's safe.

But he'll only
stay that way

if you can sell
this stupid bear attack.

Mind you, a simple cremation
would've avoided all of this.

Thank your father-in-law
for that.

The bear attack wasn't
stupid, by the way.
It was stupid.

Now go finish this.

Go!

If you'd just told me about
Stevie from the start, Ed,

I would've handled this
a lot differently.

I was afraid. I panicked.

I panicked a little bit
myself in there.

Okay. All right, we are
all done panicking.

I know now what I have to do.

You'll sign off
on the bear attack?

No! Ed, there's no
more bear attack.

What I have to do is much worse.

Good morning, McGee. You, uh,
get the footage uploaded?

Just finishing now.

What up, what up?
You came through the back way?

I went to see Jimmy,
but he's not in yet.

Has he been through here?
No. Why?

No reason.

Nick.
Ellie.

How'd it go at the club?

No, you first.
No.

You first. Nightclub.

- Go.
- Well, we confirmed

Petty Officer Braddish was there
Friday night.

Club's owner recognized him
as one of two men
tossed out for fighting.

Owner didn't know either man,
but the bouncers said

that both men were drunk and
hitting on the same girl.

That's what led to the brawl.

There were no cameras outside
the club, so we're looking

for witnesses
who may have seen what happened

after they were thrown out.
Find the witnesses.

Get the footage down to Kasie.

- Facial recognition.
- Got it.

Hey, uh, Gibbs,
the kid's father is here

with Sloane in the
conference room.

When did you last speak
to your son, Mr. Braddish?

Uh, right before
weekend liberty.

He'd been working hard.

He was pumped.
Last thing I said to him...

The last thing I said to him
was, "Be careful."

Why? Was Logan planning to do
anything daring or dangerous?

No, no, just letting off
a little steam.

Logan was a bit
of a hellcat as a teen,

but the navy
really turned him around.

Hey, there.
Special Agent Gibbs.
Don't get up.

We're sorry about your loss.

Thank you.

Not that, uh...
not that Logan was a bad kid.

He just...
A little bit of a partier,
you know?

Too much beer
after football games.

He get in many fights?

He had a few scrapes,
like anyone.

Why?

Are you trying to tell me
that that's how he died?

Was Logan in a fight?

We're still working on that.
Please.

The cops won't give me
any details.

How did he die?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Braddish.
We know this is very difficult.

Can I at least see him?