All language subtitles for NCIS S19E08

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Hey, Ned.

Go reset that mannequin.

Why? They're just going to fall again.

And then you'll pick it up again.

That's how this works.

Hey, why not keep them on the ground
then, Dad? They're still targets whether

they're standing or not.

For the hunter -tomboy, you don't shoot
them when it's laying down. It's against

nature. Fine. Okay. Whatever.

Okay.

Today. Against nature.

Your faith is against nature? This place
is a damn junkyard. I am so out of

here, I swear.

Many mannequins are trying to get out of
this place.

What the hell?

It is so nice to not have to eat on the
run for a change.

Rare.

I got to eat another sandwich in a car.

Or over a dead body.

What about you over there? Another bento
box?

Oh, you bento betcha. Got some hummus,
chicken.

I don't know.

Taburi. Oh, yeah, and look, you got each
shite of minutes on very little

compartment there. Okay, go ahead and
say it.

I'm not saying it worked.

Uh, I'll say it. Even her lunch liked
its personal space.

And there it is.

There goes Casey the gym rat.

With the lab report you requested, and
I'll be back in about an hour. So how

many weeks in a row is it now?

About nine, but, you know, counting.

Hey, I could use a training partner.

If you're ready, let me know.

Ready for you, Nick?

Never knew.

Plus, my gym is women's only, so unless
you want to work out in drag.

Don't dare me. I'll do it, man.

You keep doing what you're doing, girl.
Looks good on you. Feels good, thanks.

You enjoy your bento any which way you
like. Leave your lunch alone, boy.

For the record, Nick, I would pay a lot
to see you work out and drive.

He says more about you than he does me.

Good for Casey, huh?

Talk about an extra spring in her step.

Seriously, good for her.

Good for us.

Enjoying our lunch together?

Too bad we'll have to take it to go.

Somehow I knew that was coming.

Where to?

Outdoor shooting range, Falls Church.
Got a dead Navy reservist.

Nope. You've been told to go. Has a good
ring to it.

You heard Casey.

Lay off knowledge.

Our victim is Lieutenant Victor Bateson,
former active duty now reservist.

Should I bother asking cause of death,
Jimmy?

Obvious call. It'd be a gunshot wound,
but I can't even begin to count all of

them. Easier to tell you where he wasn't
shot.

Hey, guys.

Victor Bateson. Ring any bells?

Not a one.

No idea how in the hell he got in there,
either.

What about the car?

What about it? How long has it been
here?

This one, about a week.

So for a whole week, you've been using
this nice old car as target practice?

It's an old junker.

But it wasn't always, now was it?

You got any security cameras, Mr.
Gordon?

Nope, pretty old school here.

Yeah, I had a feeling.

I can guarantee that that guy was not in
there when we closed up last night.

What time was that?

Right at dark, around 7.

Open up again at first light.

So we're looking at about a 12 -hour
window.

Guys, for what it's worth, I'm smelling
alcohol here. I don't drink a whole lot,

but maybe tequila?

So perhaps the lieutenant drunkenly
wandered out here in the middle of the

night, climbed in the back seat to sleep
it up? Until the firing started in the

morning?

Anything's possible.

How many shooters have you had here this
morning?

20, maybe 30 so far.

We keep signing books at the front desk,
got every name and weapon listed.

We're going to need those.

What, I have to go get them?

Okay. No, no, no.

I'm going.

I'm going.

How close are we, Jimmy?

I'm ready.

But the body is so large and, frankly,
perforated, it might be easier to cut

the back seat, use it as a gurney of
sorts.

What? Is that really necessary?

I mean, why don't we take the whole car
with a body and whatever evidence is in

there? Can't argue with that.

All right, I'll call in a tow.

Hey, Agent Parker.

Yeah, here's our sign -in book.

Not even a floppy disk?

Too high -tech for my old man.

Well, we can forget the drunken
wandering part. Post -mortem lividity

lack of blood in the back seat says that
the tenant here was killed and then

dumped here.

So we got ourselves an old -school cover
-up attempt.

Isolating the bullet that killed him,
that's going to be like finding a needle

in a haystack.

Grain of sand at the beach.

Black cat in a coal mine.

Yeah, yeah, these are all good. Whatever
metaphor we go with, I imagine that's

precisely what the killer was counting
on.

Lieutenant Victor Bateson.

35 years old, former active duty. He
joined the reserves two years ago. No

of kin listed.

Okay, thank you.

And that was Bateson's CEO.

She said he was a model officer and
something of a gentle giant.

Any employment records?

Apparently, Bateson had nailed down a
permanent career since retirement,

between reserve duties, he worked a
bunch of part -time jobs.

Such as?

The last the CEO spoke to him was two
days ago as he headed to work at a

Lionheart Bar and Grill in Old Town.

Okay, great. Why don't you and Torres
take the Lionheart and we'll visit the

Actually, I was thinking that maybe I
can help Casey search the car.

Just go in the evidence garage.

Sure.

McGee? Oh,

no need.

I can see if I can get the Lionheart to
come to us.

Too soon for a progress report?

Never. This is eight bullets down.

142 to go. Really?

150 bullets?

I can confirm that one of these slugs
nicks the lieutenant's pulmonary artery,

causing him to bleed out in just a
matter of minutes. And when I say one of

these slugs, I mean...

All of those. His chest cavity alone is
so chock full of lead, it's going to be

quite a while before we figure out which
bullet actually killed him. Well,

compare them all against the guns listed
in Gordon's books in Process of

Elimination. Should give us our killer
bullet.

Hopefully lead us to whoever fired it,
huh?

Oh, sorry. Was that out loud?

Kind of. What was that?

Inappropriate. We do that around here
sometimes. It's kind of a nervous tick.

Autopsy sometimes flashed me back to
that operation game I had as a kid, you

know, with the annoying buzzer. Yeah,
yeah, that's still around. That's

Victoria's favorite.

Your daughter? Yeah, she's also
discovered a mouse trap. Remember that

yeah. Oh, yeah. With the marble and the
mouse and the trap. Little plastic

pieces the kid can choke on. Timeless
classic, right?

And still inappropriate.

How long till we have the fatal bullets?

I'm not sure, but I will keep pulling
all night long until I find them.

No.

No? I mean, sure, you can work late if
you want, but you got a kid.

Be home before bedtime. The lieutenant
will still be here in the morning.

Okay, I get it, I get it. A little
reverse psychology, let me assure you.

Completely unnecessary.

If I come back here at midnight and
you're still here, you're fired.

Really? No, not really, but, you know.

Got it.

Double reverse psychology.

Not bad.

Not bad.

I can't believe it. I just left him a
message an hour ago, wondering where he

was.

Peacekeeper is never late for work, but
I never for once thought that...

Peacekeeper? Best bouncer I ever had.

Victor has this gift for dealing with
people, for keeping the peace.

Still, being a bouncer, he must have
made a few enemies.

Rarely had to raise his voice, let alone
a fifth.

You said he left work last night at
around 2 a .m.

Any chance he's been drinking?

He usually had a few around closing
time.

He didn't seem drunk, if that's what
you're asking.

Do you know if he owned any firearms?

He was found at Gordon's shooting range
not too far from here.

I couldn't say for sure.

And how about you?

Oh, no.

I'm more of a Louisville flugger behind
the bar kind of guy.

But if you're looking for somebody who
knows the shooting ranges, you should

talk to Annie Oakley.

Annie Oakley?

Yeah.

Victor's ex -wife. I mean, at least
that's what he called her.

And I am in no way pointing fingers, but
I do recall him telling me that they

had a pretty messy divorce.

Like, real bad.

Bullet hole 189.

It's like an art installation.

Swiss cheese and rusted metal.

Well, I guess it's true what they say.
Art is in the eye of the beholder.

Pretty sure that's beauty.

Well, tomato, potato, right?

Hmm. Well, look at the time. Gotta go.

Can't do much until Jimmy pulls bullets
anyway, so... Night?

Yes. What? Oh.

I get it. Night.

Night, night.

Night. Night.

So what's with the clunker?

It really isn't a clunker. Not to you it
isn't.

What's the deal?

Okay, so my very first car was the same
make, model, and year.

Here it is.

I guess it was a tad sentimental.

Maybe a really big tad.

You know, I do have a mechanic friend
that maybe he could restore it, or at

least give it a proper burial.

Well, my sympathies, but Parker just got
an address on the ex -wife.

You mean me?

No, no, no. You stay. It's cold.

You go ahead and make the funeral
arrangements.

Night.

Night. Night.

My night.

I figured it was something like that.
You never forget your first car.

First anything, really.

Taurus had to look in his eyes like I
still get when I watch the original King

Kong. My favorite old movie as a kid.

Oh. Whoa.

And that is my second childhood
reminiscence of the day.

So... So, isn't that like a sign of
impending doom?

Like a heart attack or something?

Well, are you smelling any burnt toast?

Could be a stroke.

Whole wheat or rye? Does it matter?

Not if you're just being paranoid.

But if we start talking about Malibu
Barbie, then we're going to know it's

contagious.

Oh.

Casey? Uh, you guys.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

We're here to see the ex -wife of our
victim.

Ex -wife of our victim?

Oh, I've gotten it, Casey.

Friends of yours?

We're looking for Lexi Davis.

Uh, sure.

Lexi's in here.

The Netta Firearms has taken all the
qualities of your standard revolver and

given it a grip that will fit your hand
just right.

Now, who would like to try?

Lexi, we have some new guests.

Hi, welcome.

What can I do for you?

NCIS, Ms. Davis.

Any chance for a private word? We have a
few questions.

First of all, if I had known this woman
was the ex -wife of our victim, I

wouldn't even be here.

Well, we didn't find out ourselves until
about an hour ago.

Why are you here?

For pretty much the reasons you might
guess.

You're in the market for a gun and you
didn't tell me?

You know I can hook you up. Well, see,
that's why I didn't tell anyone. I don't

need hooking up. I don't definitely know
that I'm in the market.

Kind of seems like you're in the market.

I can't believe that, Pam.

Everyone loves Victor.

Who would do such a thing?

I don't know. Maybe an ex -wife with a
grudge?

Wait, so the grapevine tells you that we
have a messy divorce and just like that

on the prospect?

We're just talking.

But also, yeah.

It was awful, but we worked through it
the last two years.

Cecil spoke to him all the time. Victor
and I were...

How did it even happen?

He was found with multiple gunshot
wounds.

At Gordon's shooting range.

Any chance this photo was taken there?

That hellhole, no. I would never set
foot in there, and neither would Victor.

But you do know the place.

Only by reputation.

I represent responsible gun ownership
agents.

Unlike Gordon, who let some idiot throw
a grenade there last year.

Where were you last night?

I was preparing for this.

Hosting private gun salons in your
living room is a hobby?

No. It's my livelihood.

I'm marketing director for Zanetta.

My sales rep, Dora, she holds these
events to help expand our female

market. Neither of which implicate me
either, by the way.

Do you have any idea who we can
implicate?

None.

You know, Victor is like a big teddy
bear.

I doubt it was anyone at the bar.

He loved that job.

Unlike his new gig.

And what gig is that?

The Fairfax Expo Center.

He'd only been there a month or two, but
said it was a lot less dangerous

dealing with the drunks than the trade
show crazies and the beauty pageant

moms, you know.

He knows what to think.

She seemed credible to you?

So far.

Let's look for some potential enemies at
this Expo Center first thing.

Go get some sleep.

Good night. Night.

And you.

How did you end up at a ladies' night
gun salon?

Just for the moment things.

Well, I'm at my propaganda class.

Wait. Israeli martial arts? Is that how
you've been spending your lunchtime

workouts?

Pretty much since my rush with mortality
in the squad room.

I thought it didn't affect me, but,
um...

It affected you.

But the workouts help enough that when
the instructor mentioned this gun salon,

I got curious.

Pretty big step for me.

Is it though?

A few guns will work all the time.

Into a ballistic chamber.

A little different having one on my
nightstand.

I mean, they would keep me safe, but
maybe it just reminds me what I'm afraid

of.

Yeah, I get it.

So no pressure.

But if you need to talk... You're the
one I talk to.

You're telling me that the ex -wife was
hosting a Tupperware party?

Oh, no, no. I said it was like a
Tupperware party.

Yo, my dude. Uh, yeah, Nick here.

Uh, I have three messages now, but, uh,
I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't

have a special mission for you, so...
You may go back.

My car guy is playing hard to get.

Anything new on the case?

So, like a Tupperware party?

But with handguns for women.

Apparently, the female market is
booming.

Not for anybody we know, per se, but,
you know, still.

Booming.

Booming.

Well, well, well.

Look at the early bird.

You pulling all -nighters?

There is the thought. All -nighters are
for missing children.

Venture papers and honeymoons.

But I did get in early enough to find
this Fairfax Expo Center the ex -wife

telling us about.

Where Bates and I work security.

They did actually host a Little Miss
Fairfax pageant two weeks ago.

Please don't tell me we're actually
thinking killer dance, Mom.

Oh, no, I was sure hoping so until I saw
what they were hosting this week.

Tri -State Home Security Expo. You ever
been to one of those?

Spy cams, mace, stun guns, and a lot of
wannabe Dirty Harrys.

Maybe our peacekeeper failed to keep the
peace somehow.

That actually did get killed. Okay, expo
center it is.

I'll meet you guys at the car.

152 slugs, to be exact. I pulled these
little devils from right around the

pulmonary artery, so we start with
those.

Hopefully we find our culprit sooner
rather than later.

I admire your optimism.

Hey, Kate, you want to check out a...
Jimmy? Hey, Jeff.

So we are heading over to a security
expo.

If you want to tag along, maybe we'll
see something that you like.

Oh, wow. Gosh, I'd really love to, but I
got so much work to do here.

Oh, well, you sure do.

Yeah. Okay, so next time. Rain check?
Yeah.

Bye, Jeff. Bye, Jimmy.

That is exactly the type of pressure
from friends I was hoping to avoid.

It's only that pressure now? Well, I
mean, what are the chances they walk in

the one night I was shopping for a gun?
So you're officially shopping now?

No. Yes.

Almost. I get it. I get it. I do.

WWGS, right?

That's exactly what I want to know. What
would Gib say?

I think he would say, take a breath.

You can be conflicted while still
shopping. And why aren't you conflicted

Because of...

All these?

I don't own a gun because of all of the
bullets I've pulled from way too many

people over the years.

My Nana did have a 12 -gauge, though.

That was plenty of gun for the family
Palmer.

I'm actually leaning towards your side
of the line, if not for being so damn

afraid.

After the diner last year?

Made worse by Lemire and the squadron.

And both times I would say if I give,
meaning it's on me when strike three

happens. Oh, come on. You cannot be
worried about that.

I didn't used to be.

My whole life, not a care in the world.
Then all of a sudden, man, I would give

anything to go back and just not feel
this way.

Look, you don't have to go back in time.

Case, what you are feeling is a normal
reaction.

All you need right now is more time just
to heal.

It is that optimism.

We'll get that back again, too.

Okay.

I could use a new alarm system.

Mine goes off so often I'm more in
danger for my neighbors.

Oh, this is what I'm talking about right
here.

Oh,

easy there, Bruce Lee.

Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

You know, just a little hand -eye
coordination.

Sir, please put that down.

You folks all have to wait outside.
Doors don't open until 10.

We're with NCIS.

I'm so sorry.

Sonia Bell, event coordinator.

We've all just been so scattered here
this morning. I can't get you to hear

about Victor.

You already know.

So I can't believe it.

He was kind, professional, a real
godsend.

Everyone loved him.

Yeah, we've been hearing that a lot.

How'd you find out?

Oh, um, from Doris over there in booth
six.

Found her crying in the bathroom this
morning.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I have to take this.
Hello?

This is she. Familiar face.

Last night's Tupperware lady.

Let's divide and conquer.

Doris. How you doing?

Remember us?

You were at Lexi's last night.

Who were you?

She called me right after you left her.

I still can't quite believe it.

When was the last time you saw Victor?

Um, he helped me set up my booth just a
few days ago.

Even bigger spread than last night.

We can hardly keep up with demand.

Inventory just flies off itself.

Which one do you use?

Well, personally, I... What do you ask?

Seems like a harmless question.

She uses the fancy pink one.

What do you think?

Or maybe she likes the leopard.

Is there a problem, buddy?

Hell yeah, there's a problem.

My inventory would be flying, too, if
that glorified bouncer gave me the prime

real estate she got. Instead, he sticks
me way the hell back here in this bum

spot. Damn bouncer playing favorites.

Victor got me this spot.

That's what friends do.

Not my fault no one's buying his old
carbine.

He puts her right next to the front door
while I'm dying over here by the

bathroom.

Some might argue that that's actually
the better place to do business.

Plus, what she's got going on over
there, it's a travesty.

Painting perfectly good firearms, all
the different colors of the rainbow.

So is your problem with her product?

Or with the bouncer?

I'll give him an earful for sticking me
over here.

Maybe he wouldn't bite. Kept it
friendly, so... Took all the fun out of

stopped.

Yeah, you like that one?

I want my dad to have one just like
this.

Yeah, your dad had a beauty.

Civil War?

Yeah, you bet.

Colt 1862 Pocket Navy, .36 caliber, 7 .5
-inch octagon barrel,

$1 ,300.

Will you at least make me an offer?

Um, I will, uh, I'll think about it.

And you carry ammo for a gun like that?

At home?

No point in selling it here.

Oh, let me guess, uh, pink bullets
scooped up your market? No.

That dirt bag out in the parking lot I
can't compete with.

What dirtbag? The one selling ammo out
the back of his truck.

I think his name was Roy.

He's the only guy I ever saw Victor get
rough with. For selling bootleg ammo.

How rough?

Threw him out of the parking lot.

And I mean literally threw him.

I don't think he's coming back.

I'm sure he's back.

He can only get rid of cockroaches for
so long.

Excuse me.

You want to be Roy by 10?

And so you are, pretty lady.

And I do you for.

Well, you can start by showing me your
dealer's license.

You're doing what now?

Whatever's in your van.

Keep guessing. I got nothing.

Nowhere to run, Roy.

And he's running.

He said nowhere to run.

And he's running.

Nope.

Get off.

Easy, easy.

Isn't that really?

It's a violation of my rights.

Selling bootleg ammo is a violation of
the law.

A lot more than ammo.

Looks more like an armory.

You guys got nothing on me.

This baby would beg to dip her. None of
that's mine.

You've never seen that before. But it is
your van.

Maybe. Another genius.

All right.

ATF's on the way. All right. I'll
forward these photos.

Okay. Hang on. Hang on.

A buddy of mine makes a lot of this
stuff in his basement.

We go have it on profits. I can give him
to you. Give him to ATF, Roy. We're

more interested in the Navy lieutenant
you may have known.

Me?

I don't know any namey. The security
guard who kicked you out the other day.

Oh, that guy?

You think it was Rent -A -Cop that
turned me in? No, he couldn't do that.

tell you, he's who got rough with me.
Anyone needs to be hassled right now,

him. Can't hassle a dead guy.

Wait, he's dead?

Now you obviously have the means.

Plus the motive.

Which makes you our guy.

But I'm not.

I swear, you can ask that girlfriend of
his. She saw the whole thing. What

girlfriend? The hottie selling pink
guns.

They were all over each other in his
truck when he threw me out.

Doris? He was just trying to impress
her, if you ask me.

She'll tell you.

So why the big secret?

I guess we kept it low -key for so long,
I didn't think it mattered.

Sure does now.

We didn't want anyone knowing.

Least of all Lexi.

Hitting your boss's ass is not quite the
career move.

Lexi's also my friend.

But sneaking around didn't make me feel
like a very good one.

She was already upset with Victor over
the whole alimony thing.

What alimony thing?

How much was he paying her?

Well, that's just it. He wasn't.

Deadbeat. No.

She was paying him.

It wasn't much, but... Wait, she was
paying him alimony? It happens.

Victor struggled with that, too.

That's why he was working two jobs to
get out from under it. Look, if it was

just about our friendship, I'd have told
Lexi from the start.

But throwing job and money, if Lexi
found out about us, it might have meant

end of both.

Or worse.

You okay?

Jimmy, I'm sorry. I thought you were
with Casey.

I was. I just came down for one last x
-ray for the lieutenant.

And you, I...

Just catching my breath before we go up
and scoop up the ex -wife.

Nothing. This shallow breathing of
yours, this is not nothing.

And after the year that you've had, what
is it about this case that's getting to

you? I can fight and shoot and
interrogate and negotiate, but as soon

these cases start turning into a soap
opera, I just get this.

Must all seem pretty petty, right?

Compared to losing your team.

Okay.

Enough of this.

All I'm saying is that involuntary
physical reactions are usually rooted in

traumatic experience.

Which you and I have both had plenty of.

How we doing, Casey?

Amazing thing about gunpowder. Amaze me,
please.

In ancient China, it was called the
elixir of life and ingested in a quest

immortality. That is, until they
discovered its flammability and started

attaching it to spears used for battle,
in essence, the first bullets, which led

us to this. An accidental invention of
epic proportions.

Just like chocolate chip cookies.

Though they never killed anyone. And as
much as I'd love to hear that story,

let's talk bullets.

Jimmy and I started with the one pulled
from Lieutenant Bateson's upper chest,

but unfortunately they were all fired
from guns listed in Gordon's sign -in

book. So all were shot post -mortem.
Same with most every other bullet you

here, except for these three, which I am
just about to test right now.

Oof. Okay, once I compare ballistics on
these slugs and...

cross -reference Bolton's book, we might
finally know our murder weapon. Which

will take how long?

Just a few more hours, Hop. Any ideas
what weapons might have been used?

Oh, ideas we got, just no definitives
yet. Here's the list.

Ideas we'll have to do.

It's always a night of bringing in the
ex -wife.

I really hope Lexi's not our killer. She
was super nice, and not at all who I

expected to be hosting a gun salon.

Who were you expecting?

Kind of a female Rambo type.

Who's to say she's not?

Mind if I ask you something?

Shoot. I mean... Go for it.

It's about last night. I'm kind of
collecting perspectives on... Whether

should buy a gun?

Oh, so you know.

Why else would you be there?

I have to say, you seem pretty
comfortable shooting into that chamber.

You didn't see my eyes close.

So what do you want to ask?

How you feel about yours.

Do you ever wish you didn't have one?

No. I mean, as a cop, absolutely not.
But there are people out there I sure

didn't have one.

Criminals, for one. And two and three.
And also people who can't handle not

knowing whether to use it or not.

Or whether to use it at all. If some
people walk around with a hammer long

enough, pretty soon everything starts to
look like a nail.

That's what I'm worried about.

Do I grab it every time somebody knocks
on the door?

I mean, my Uncle Reggie shot an intruder
once. As one might do to an intruder.

And it haunted him the rest of his life.

And I don't see how any of that helps me
get back to normal.

I can't speak to that, Casey. But I do
appreciate that you're wrestling with

decision. That's more than a lot of
people do.

Ms.

Rambo has arrived.

Don't let her draw first blood.

We'll give her a war she won't believe.

Yeah, I own two of these guns.

Or as we call them, potential murder
weapons.

Still don't have an alibi.

Or a motive.

Funny thing about that. We just found
out that you were paying alimony to

Victor. Pretty important detail to leave
out.

I didn't see how it was relevant.

But obviously, as the primary
breadwinner.

I was rising fast in my company, and he
was struggling to find his footing.

And you were happy to help him out?

I wouldn't say happy, but still pretty
generous.

Which would only make any sort of
betrayal sting that much more.

Betrayal?

Doris.

Really?

Well, you didn't know?

No.

I mean, how the hell did I not see that?
And why wouldn't they tell me? We were

all friends.

Doris was also your employee.

That's easy to forget sometimes.

If they would have told me, I would have
given them champagne. The two of them

get hitched, no more payments for me,
and they can live happily ever after.

And now we're back to me not having a
motive.

Parker sent us.

Didn't think you'd want Rambo to hear.

What is it?

We found our killer bullet.

This needle in the haystack?

It's a big one.

So is that our cause of death? Yes. This
.32 ACP, which, based on its

trajectory, must have nicked the
pulmonary artery, causing him to bleed

matter of minutes.

You didn't find anything until now?

Because this Big Daddy bullet was fired
post -mortem at the shooting range, it

actually pushed the little guy away from
the artery and into the bone of the

vertebrae. Basically obscuring it from
our view until I ran one last x -ray.

So little guy's our culprit?

What do we know about it?

Well, just because it's little doesn't
mean it's weak. It's actually famous or

rather infamous on two fronts.

First, as the self -inflicted bullet
that Hitler used to kill himself.

And second, as the bullet of choice in
James Bond's old Walter PPK.

So that's the kind of gun our killer
used.

Yeah, or a gun like it. Can't say for
sure, but something old circa early

They could, we know, as old guns.

Not old, McGee.

Classics.

My heroes are back.

Heroes? You got rid of our dirt bag?

I might go back to selling ammo.

Oh, happy day.

Between us, he killed that bouncer,
didn't he?

Wouldn't surprise me. Actually, no.

We haven't found the killer yet.

Which is why we're here.

I don't like the sound of that.

I play by the rules, keep immaculate
records, never sell to minors, and I

as hell never killed anybody.

Relax, Pete. We're looking for a gun.

Familiar with the Walther PPK?

Typical cops want the James Bond
special.

They're hard to come by and they cost a
pretty penny, too.

What do you keep yours?

I don't keep mine anywhere.

Sold it a few days ago.

Is that a crime?

Who'd you sell it to?

Oh, forget his name.

We bought it here.

Like I said,

you keep immaculate records.

Right, right.

It was that bar owner.

Careful, Harry.

You heard him, Harry.

He said be careful.

Well, don't sneak up on a guy like that.

You got me all jumpy.

You right now?

Who's this?

This is Agent Torres.

He's here to be the bad cop.

Well, in my defense, how bad is really
up to you.

Look familiar?

Shut it.

This is the sales receipt for the
Walther PPK that you bought with cash

days ago.

Oh.

That's right. I forgot. I met
Peacekeeper at that trade show. I ended

that as a wall decoration for my office.

Oh, so we'll find it hanging on your
wall?

No. Not yet.

It's still at the framer being mounted.

The best bouncer you ever had.

And my friend.

So what happened?

It was closing time. We had a few too
many.

And I... I clicked a wire in him or
something. Over what?

Money? Or a woman?

Over 300 bucks.

Cover George was short.

And I made the mistake of asking him
about it. And he was so

angry. I got scared.

And I pulled the gun out to try to snap
him out of it. But it went off by

itself. He didn't like it. We were so
drunk.

How did he end up at Gordon?

I was trying to save him.

I was racing to the hospital, begging
him, hang in there, big guy.

He did it.

Shooting range was like a mile away or
so.

So you left him there to get shot full
of bullets.

And you pointed us in the direction of
his gun -toting ex -wife.

I panicked. I'm so sorry.

I panicked. I'm so sorry.

And to add insult to injury, Harry found
the missing $300 underneath his desk

the next morning.

We're getting out this hangover.

I can now add Harry to the list of
people I wish didn't have a gun.

Yeah, I bet Harry wishes that now, too.
That's funny.

I'm just talking to someone about people
like that.

Someone?

Hey, Nick, did you ever get a hold of
your car guy?

That old car is still on borrowed time.

No, I did not, but it's all good. I
decided to take matters into my own

Tell her I'm coming home with me.

Jella.

You name your cars.

Okay, let me guess.

Old sweetheart.

My very first, first girlfriend, first
car.

Yeah, I saved for like two years to buy
that car.

And on my way to Stella, I get peed on
by a pizza delivery truck.

Why don't you just name the car Domino?

Don't you get free pizzas after that?

Oh, yeah, all right. You guys are
laughing now, but it was a tragic day,

now can make good by giving Stella her
groove back.

But all those bullet holes, you weren't
sure you were going to be able to fix

it. Now I'm thinking maybe I can.

I could really use a project like that
right now.

Like Gibbs and his boat?

No, no, not like Gibbs and his boat. His
boat was in a basement. I think I'm

going to take Stella in my garage.

More like Chitty Bang Bang.

Yeah. Parker, that's what I'm talking
about.

Stella is like my Chitty Bang Bang.

That's my third childhood reference in
two days. I better go for a checkup. Oh,

I almost forgot. I'm going to be late
tomorrow if that's okay.

Sure, no worries.

Chitty Batman.

Woo!

Sheesh!

All right, you ready? Yeah, hell yeah.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, watch that grip. Make sure the
master grip.

Finger off the trigger while I'm lining
up the shot.

Until you are ready to shoot and forward
leaning stance for more stability and

then breathe through the trigger pull.

It feels better than I thought it would.

So which one of these is going to go
home with you?

None of them.

Really?

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm cool.

I mean, I wouldn't mind coming back to
blow off steam every now and then,

though, if that's cool with you.

It is an open invitation.

Oh, yeah.