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("The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers playing)

* On a warm summer's evening... *

OLDER GIBBS: We had these agents we worked with.

They weren't part of Franks' team,

but they were always around.

We called them

"the guys."

When you first met them,

it was easy to get them mixed up.

But once you got to know them,

it was pretty clear they each had their own thing.

JJ Henneberry prided himself on off-color jokes.

He felt the same about sandwiches

as he did about women:

the more the better.

Carl Loughlin was former DEA,

but his niche in the office was Fish and Wildlife.

He'd school you about sea bass all damn day

if you didn't find an excuse to walk away.

Roger Murphy--

well, we stopped counting him because

he did some awful stuff

-and ended up behind bars. -(door buzzes)

Artie Finch we counted as half

since he was retired. He was the guy

-who trained Gary Callahan, -(barks)

turned him into a K9 agent.

But the toughest one to get a handle on

was Dalton Basement.

He moved his office to the basement

'cause there was too much laughing upstairs.

We called him Dalton Basement,

but his real last name was something Swedish

that none of us could pronounce.

Dalton was a lot of things.

Number one office shredder, resident sketch artist,

self-proclaimed expert on the 63rd Street Chacales.

But most of all,

he was a pain in our ass.

Nothing was ever good enough for Dalton Basement.

And the person that got the brunt

of his griping was Mary Jo.

He was always wanting something.

Demanding a dustbuster,

bugging her about his lost letter opener,

arguing that if Franks

had a bendy lamp, so should he.

But unlike the rest of us, Mary Jo actually took the time

to wonder why Basement was the way he was.

She thought maybe he moved

to the basement to really focus on the cases.

Dalton.

After all, she did hear him say he wanted

-to be SAC someday. -Oh...

* You got know when to hold 'em... *

And then, one day,

she realized something else about him.

* Know when to walk away... *

The reason he kept asking about

the dustbuster and the letter opener

and the bendy lamp

was because it meant more time

talking to her.

At first, she wasn't sure what to think about that.

* You got know when to hold 'em... *

But then, she started thinking

that maybe it was worth a try.

Maybe Dalton Basement was worth taking a gamble on.

She knew people in the office would never understand,

but she and Dalton agreed

no one ever needed to know

what was going on behind closed doors.

* When the dealing's done. *

* *

RANDY: Hey.

We were starting to get worried.

You lose track of all space and time

in the shower? Happens to me,

like, four times a week.

GIBBS: No, I forgot to put my pager on.

I was helping Diane load up her car.

Oh, yeah? Where's she headed?

Los Angeles. She decided to take that job.

Wait, what? You guys break up again?

No, it's nothing like that, it's fine.

L.A.'s only two hours away.

She's gonna come back down on the weekends.

Company's paying for her to become an accountant

and she couldn't pass it up.

Hey. You get a flat tire or something?

No, Diane's taking that job in L.A., but

they're happily staying together,

and she's coming back on the weekends.

I was asking if he had car trouble, Randy.

I don't need to know his personal business.

He doesn't mind me sharing it. We're all family.

FRANKS: What are we looking at?

Diane is working in L.A. during the week,

here for the weekends.

I was asking about the two victims

in the damn car, Dominguez.

Oh.

RANDY: Driver is Lance Corporal Graham Shaw,

22 years old.

Passenger, also a lance corporal.

Isaac Pierson, 23.

Wallets were in their pockets, so doesn't look like a robbery.

Any witnesses?

Nope.

Sheriff spotted the car.

Headlights were off, no hazards.

He pulled over, discovered the bodies.

-When's Tango getting here? -FRIEDMAN: He's out surfing.

But he will be touched to know that you were

thinking of him on his day off.

Both of them were shot

through the driver's side, huh?

Window was down.

Yep. Blood's dried.

I put the time of death about 4:00 A.M.

-Explains why no witnesses. -Yeah.

Anyone check the cooler?

FREIDMAN: Uh, Lala was taking pictures.

There's a couple duffles in the back

and some stuff.

Nothing but Caf-Pows.

Could be the were on a road trip, headed back to base.

Bought a bunch of caffeine to stay awake behind the wheel.

That stuff's potent.

(laughs) Tango told me about the mayhem

you caused the last time you drank some of that.

-(laughs) -I asked him

not to speak about that.

Well, I'm not gonna tell anybody.

GIBBS: Boss.

FRANKS: Yeah, you find something?

Talk to me. What do you got?

Broken taillight.

Bumper's all busted up.

We saw that already, probie.

You were late on account of your wife

half-moving to L.A., weren't you?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

So you might want to catch up before you go pointing out stuff

we already know.

Theory is he was rear-ended. You see them tire marks?

Our guys get hit, both cars pull over,

other driver shoots them,

peels off without any witnesses.

So we're thinking road rage.

I'm thinking next time you're gonna roll up late,

you best get your ass

on the radio and let us know.

You had Dominguez worried sick.

(phones ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

DALTON: Mary Jo.

I found this unmarked Tupperware

in the back of the fridge. It's just taking up space.

Do you want me to throw it out?

Dalton,

were you looking in the fridge for a reason to come talk to me?

GAIL: Hey, is that a Tupperware?

Agent Basement, remember what we talked about last week?

Refrigerator grievances are my domain.

Come on, let's go discuss the Tupperware in the kitchen.

All right, come on, Mary Jo is busy.

You can bitch to me as long as you want.

(whispers): You're welcome.

LALA: Mary Jo. Hey.

Why you have that look on your face?

What look?

That's the look you get when there's something

you don't want to admit, so you just pretend

everything is normal.

I ain't see nothing.

These are your victims.

Their company commander is Captain Declan.

He's waiting in the conference room.

What?

Nothing.

You expect to lose men in battle.

In training, even.

This is...

You sure it was road rage?

LALA: We're not sure of anything yet.

Do you know where they were headed?

My guess is...

back to base.

They were due to report tomorrow.

We got back from Kuwait two weeks ago. I...

Pierson and Shaw were tight.

Whole time we were out there,

they talked about how they were gonna

go to Jersey when they got back.

What's in Jersey?

Uh, Pierson had an aunt there.

Said she had huge property, lots of trails.

You know, they were gonna go four-wheeling.

Talked about it nonstop.

That's the kind of thing that gets you through.

You know?

Y'all had a rough go of it out there?

We are light armored reconnaissance.

This time around, we got assigned to locals

that had property damage from the war.

What kind of damage?

Trigger-happy Marines accidentally shooting a camel.

-That kind of thing. -WHEELER: Ladies and gentlemen!

Eyes over here.

Is everyone gathered?

Excuse me a minute.

WHEELER: Mary Jo, where's Dominguez?

Cliff, the hell are you doing out here?

-I've got some announcements. -And I got

a double homicide I'm trying to solve in there.

Is Dominguez in there? Get her out here.

I heard my name.

Yeah, hold onto your hat. Cliff's got some announcements.

Okay, first of all,

Regional Director Barrett will be

visiting the office later today.

-That prickhole? -Gail.

WHEELER: And in light of the upcoming restructure, he's handed down

some new directives that need to be put into practice,

effective immediately.

All photocopies must be logged

with employee ID and justification.

What? Does that include xeroxes of sea life?

Okay, how about you all just hold your applause

until I'm finished, okay?

Long-distance calls require

supervisor approval before dialing.

Thermostat to be locked at 68° in winter,

76° in summer, no adjustments

are permitted. Interoffice envelopes

are to be reused until they fall apart.

And, in light of recent happenings

at the agency,

all interoffice relationships must be disclosed.

NADIA: Oh, is this because of that "handsy scandal" thing

-that happened recently? -GAIL: Why do they have to be

all up in our business?

Because sex complaints can bring down nations.

Okay, I banged JJ one time,

all right? We thought we were dying.

Wait, are you talking about the time

we all thought we had Langya virus?

Because by the time you two saw each other,

we knew we weren't dying.

The adrenaline was still pumping, Bernard.

What are y'all yelling about in here?

WHEELER: Okay, I don't need

to hear anybody say it out loud.

Just disclose it on the forms, hand 'em in

by end of day tomorrow.

CARL: Well, it's a good thing Gail blurted that out.

By the time you write it down on that paper,

whole office is gonna know about it anyway.

You know what I mean? (chuckles)

* *

(telephone rings)

Special Agent Björnstjerna.

MARY JO: Dalton.

Mary Jo? What are you doing calling me?

Come downstairs.

-Let's talk about this. -I am downstairs.

I'm in the dark room.

Why are you calling me from the other end of the hall?

Look.

We're not disclosing this.

With everything that's going on,

the harassment thing at headquarters,

the scrutiny--

if people find out about us,

it could ruin your chance at ever getting SAC.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh, Mary Jo.

I'll call you later.

What are you doing down here?

What do you need, Gail?

Just your advice.

Do you think I should disclose

my relations with JJ?

I think that ship has already sailed.

No, but she's wondering if she should make it official

by actually writing it on the form.

What up, ladies?

You told everyone we banged, right?

-Yeah. -So I should

write it in on the form, then?

That's what we're trying to figure out, Jeremiah.

Lord help us.

Come on, people, get a move on.

We've all got copies to make here, not just you.

Hey, I got a couple statements

from the other guys in Pierson and Shaw's platoon.

Confirmed they were on the last leg of a road trip

from Jersey to Pendleton. Is this the line for the copier?

Yeah, since we all have to log our copies now,

this line is taking forever.

You know, all this talk about disclosing secret relationships

got me thinking.

Am I the only one that knows about you

and that Jonny guy you're seeing?

-Yeah. -You're seeing someone?

Yeah, his names, uh, Jonny. She really likes him.

What? Oh. We're all family.

Who's family?

Lala's boning some guy named Jonny.

Oh. Congrats.

FRANKS: Y'all knuckleheads

know there's another copier out here,

-don't you? -It's broken. -It's broken.

Listen, I just got off the phone with Pierson's aunt

-in New Jersey. -LALA: Did they send someone

to notify her in person?

GIBBS: Yeah, I think she was still in shock.

She said Pierson was like a son to her,

and Shaw fit right in when they visited.

Did they call her at all from their road trip?

No, but she said

they were planning to stop

in Atlantic City before

they headed back cross country to Pendleton.

-For what, to gamble? -I mean, what else is there

to do in Atlantic City?

FRANKS: Come on, damn it.

Boss, careful,

you're gonna throw out your back again.

(grunts)

My bad, sir. Um, I was trying to fix it.

-Regional Director Barrett. -BARRETT: This place is

a damn zoo. Where the hell is Mary Jo?

Right here, sir.

My apologies. I had to step away from my desk.

Yeah, I gathered that.

Good to see you darling.

That red is a standout color on you.

Gonna be straight with you, Wheeler.

There is a lot of scrutiny going on.

They're calling it a "handsy scandal."

It's making life hell.

For me, in particular.

Sir?

There are some dark clouds

that people are trying to hang over me, Cliff.

Some very dark clouds.

That-that doesn't sound pleasant.

No. In fact, it's downright unpleasant.

What I need is for folks to look away from the clouds

and to see the sun-- oh!--

on the horizon.

You mean like a metaphoric-type sun?

No, I mean my case-solve rate throughout the region.

I want it to spike

so high people forget about anything inappropriate

I may or may not have done,

and as you so kindly

shoved in my face the last time I was here,

your office has the highest case-solve rate

in the region.

I'd be happy to share some strategies.

No, I already know your strategy. Yeah.

She's sitting downstairs in a fiery red skirt.

Mary Jo?

She has this place running like a well-oiled machine.

Effective communication gets cases solved.

And you...

you don't give her enough credit.

I give her all the credit, sir.

My girls don't know which way is up, Cliff.

As you know, there's a freeze

on hiring, hmm?

-With the restructure. -(glass clinking)

(liquid pouring)

So...

...we're gonna do a swap.

I-I... Uh...

-A per-a permanent swap? -Mm-hmm.

You're gonna interview all of my girls,

pick whichever one you want, and Mary Jo

comes to work for me, starting

today, get my solve rate through the roof like yours.

I don't think right now is the best time for a swap, sir.

We have a pretty high-profile case, two Marines

-shot dead on the side of the roa... -Nonsense.

(clears throat) Uh...

To new beginnings.

Uhp. Uhp-uhp.

For you.

For me.

And Ms. Mary Jo.

WHEELER: I know this is a lot to take in, Mary Jo.

But regional would be a promotion.

It could be a real opportunity for advancement.

If... that's what you want to do.

Is that what you want to do?

Mary Jo?

Do you want to go to regional?

No.

I'm gonna fix this.

Can you excuse me, please?

(door opens)

GAIL: Mary Jo,

apparently, those two Marines that were shot

on the side of the road-- they went gambling first.

Lala's trying to get some footage

from the casino, but the casino guys

are stonewalling her. I thought maybe

-you could call... -Gail.

I'm being transferred to Barrett's office.

It's happening today.

So we're going to create a detailed plan

for you and Nadia...

...to keep things running smoothly without me.

You can't get transferred to regional.

Your replacement will fire me within two days,

but it won't even matter because I can't be here

without you anyway.

CARL: Mary Jo's

getting transferred to Barrett's office.

Hey.

Hey, Mary Jo's getting the boot.

They're shipping her off to regional.

Mary Jo's leaving us.

Barrett friggin' poached her.

-What?! -What?!

LALA: What do you mean she's leaving?

-You mean for good? -Yeah.

I got to go find out more.

-(phone rings) -Yes.

-FRANKS: Cliff! -I know,

-I'm working on it. -Listen to me,

you ain't letting my Mary Jo walk out that door, Cliff!

She's my Mary Jo, too, Mike. You think I want this?

He said she has to start over there today.

She's all of our Mary Jo.

Look, I got to hang up. Barrett wants me

to interview his secretaries

for a swap, and I can't let Mary Jo

schedule interviews for her own replacement.

I got to do it myself.

-Swap? Cliff! -I said I'm working

on this, okay? I don't have time for this.

All right, listen up, people.

Let's go code red. How do we keep Mary Jo here?

Dominguez,

you're good when crap hits the fan. What do we do?

(sighs) Wheeler said she was supposed to start today.

First thing we need to do is buy some time.

Rando, how do we buy time?

Uh... I don't know.

Um, I'm feeling pretty lightheaded.

Um, maybe we could

lock her in the basement, say she went missing.

Probie, how?

Probie, you've been to war, man. Think.

Maybe we can say that we need her

-for this case for some reason. -Right.

Maybe we could say since the victims went gambling

in Atlantic City, we need Mary Jo here because

she's super lucky? I'm-I'm sorry,

I'm making no sense. I need to sit down.

LALA: Wait.

Atlantic City, though.

Mary Jo worked the tables there.

GIBBA: What, our Mary Jo

-was a dealer in Atlantic City? -LALA: Yes.

Our victims went to Pandora's Casino.

Is that where she worked?

-No, but close enough, Probie. -(phone rings)

I talked to the pit boss.

He gave me the runaround when I was asking

to see their footage from the gaming floor.

We need Mary Jo to stick around

to work her connections, don't we?

RANDY: Okay, got it. Thanks.

That was Woody. He's got something.

Rando, get some fresh air.

Probie, go with him, have him breathe into

a paper bag or something.

I'll fill in Mary Jo.

(line rings)

-WHEELER: Yes. -Cliff, call up Barrett.

We need Mary Jo here, working this case.

RANDY (sighing): Oh, yeah.

That air did me good.

You know, I totally forgot Mary Jo

used to work at a casino. I tell you that

Tyler Roman is in my stand-up class?

-The actor? -Yeah, he stars in

that hit series Beat Watch.

Anyway, he thinks I'm cool 'cause he plays a cop

and I'm, like, a real one, so he invited me

to his weekly poker game, so maybe after

this crisis is averted, Mary Jo can give me some tips

so I don't embarrass myself.

'Cause you know, there's probably gonna be

some other actors there.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was Burt Reynolds.

GIBBS: Hey.

What are you waiting for, handsome? Get in here.

GIBBS: (sighs) You know, you don't always got to...

Sorry.

Never mind. What do you got?

Okay, we found some extremely significant evidence

in your Marines' car, but we have some questions first.

Yeah, let's go. Quick answers so we can move on to the case.

-Okay. -Is Mary Jo transferring to Barrett's office?

We're trying to stop it.

Okay. Is Lala dating someone named Jonny,

and did Gail bang JJ?

Yeah, affirmative on both. Yeah.

Is your new bride working in L.A.

and only seeing you on the weekends?

-Yeah. -Yeah,

-that's not good. -No, I told you, Phil, it's fine.

Okay? My parents are still together, my father just

checks into a motel on the weekends to give my mom space.

Yeah, and my parents haven't spent

more than ten minutes apart for the last 20 years.

Okay, well, unlike your parents,

Gibbs is not a weird, needy recluse

-who loves knickknacks. -Yeah, he is,

he's just hiding it beneath the attractive surface.

RANDY: No, he actually doesn't

-like knickknacks. Doesn't... -(clears throat) Gentlemen.

Okay. If you guys are done fooling around,

we can move on to the aforementioned

significant evidence from your victims' car.

These are pieces from the damaged taillight.

We found several small shards of wood embedded in them.

We think a wooden bat was used to smash the vehicle

to make it look like it was rear-ended.

So you're saying someone staged it to look like road rage?

WOODY: Yeah. Found this receipt

wedged in between the seat of the car.

Are you gonna tell them or should I?

Tell us what?

You should have found the receipt.

We don't call you in here to run blood samples.

(scoffs) Yeah, can you imagine?

Why are you pointing at me?

Time stamp on the receipt

puts Pierson and Shaw eating at the diner

shortly before they were killed.

Do better next time.

MARY JO: Just give him those

names and tell him it's for MJ Hayes.

MJ Hayes.

That's all you need to say. Thank you.

(scoffs)

What are you doing in here?

I needed some quiet to concentrate.

Barrett agreed to let me stay

and help out on this case

since I have connections in Atlantic City.

You do?

I was a dealer at a casino.

Past life.

Uh...

I think we should tell people about us.

I won't have a shot at SAC for years.

Wheeler's not going anywhere,

Barrett's trying to keep any complication out of his office.

Maybe you being in a relationship will make him

pick somebody else

and you can stay.

I can't let you risk your chance at being SAC.

Anything could happen.

Wheeler could get promoted to regional tomorrow.

Look, I know I'm not exactly well-liked,

-but I thought we were... -What?

What are you talking about?

Are you ashamed to tell people you're with me?

No.

No.

(phone rings)

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

Yeah.

NIS. Mary Jo.

LOU: MJ Hayes, how the hell are you?

You still keeping the riffraff off the streets?

Lou, you got my message.

Yeah, I heard you called about 12 people

trying to hunt me down.

You know, I'm living in your parts now.

I'm busting some heads, I'm trying to set up

a casino in Indian country.

Well, dang.

What, you don't want to see me, then?

You're breaking my heart here.

No, I was hoping you could help me get some eye in the sky.

Footage from Pandora's. Yeah, I heard.

You know, you'll never get a warrant for that.

Half the judges in Jersey-- they still play at those tables.

But...

I still got my fingers back east,

and hell, for you, I'll kill a guy

to get those tapes if I have to.

-Lou. -What? I wouldn't.

I know you don't like that stuff, but...

listen.

I did already get ahold of Bobby Leadfoot on your behalf.

Bobby?

-The valet guy? -Yeah, he works at Pandora's now.

He remembered seeing your two Marines leaving.

Said they walked out with 200 large in winnings.

LALA: So they win 200K at the casino,

stop here to eat,

someone murders them on the side of the road

and steals their money.

Starting to come together, huh?

* *

(door closes)

Yeah, I remember these two. (chuckles)

They looked like babies and they ate like beavers.

Look, they paid with a hundred dollar bill.

Left me with another one for the tip.

We don't get a lot of folks in here

rich enough to do something like that.

Made my whole damn week.

And that's how come I remember them.

They in some kind of trouble?

FRANKS: Anyone else see they had

-that kind of cash? -I don't know.

Excuse me, sir?

Sir.

-FRANKS: You good, Dominguez? -Yeah.

(grunts)

-(grunts) -(exclaims)

-Mike! -Dominguez!

-Hey! -What's going on?

-You okay? -Yeah.

Federal agents! Out of the way!

LALA: He can't be far.

-Truck. -Yeah.

FRANKS: See someone run through here?

Did you see someone run through here?

(truck engine idling)

-Hey. -Whoa.

Federal agents! Show me your hands!

Hands!

(grunts)

Get off me! I didn't do nothing wrong!

If you didn't do nothing,

then what the hell are you running for?

MAN: Come on, I didn't do nothing, man.

I got two murdered Marines and you're running

like a bat out of hell. Don't look good, Kevin Foster.

Whoa, hold up. You think I killed people?

I'm not a murderer, man. I'm just a drug dealer.

Mike.

I found those in the glove box.

And that waitress,

Bea, says they toss him out of here all the time

-for dealing speed to truckers. -That's right.

Thank you, Bea.

I thought you guys were, like, drug cops or something.

That's why I freaked out a little bit.

Plus, I'm pretty jacked on my own stuff

right now, so there's that, too.

Call Oceanside PD,

get him booked for dealing.

Hold-hold up. Wait...

What if I know something about your Marines?

Buzz cuts, corner booth, right?

I asked 'em if they were looking to party.

They said they didn't want any drugs,

but the taller guy said he wanted something else, though.

What?

If I tell you, are you gonna let me go?

No. But we can put in a good word

to the judge.

Best you're gonna get, dude.

Fine. They left with Sunshine.

She's a, you know, lady of the night.

-Where'd they go? -I don't know,

off to do "lady of the night" stuff.

CARLA: All of us girls were happy to come in.

Regional Director Barrett said

this is all about some kind of secretary swap?

Does that mean whoever you pick

gets to come here and work for you?

Uh, that's what he said.

Oh, that's amazing.

I would jump at the chance to get out of there.

(clears throat) I mean,

I typed up a list of interview questions

you might want to ask us. You know, to

show my initiative.

Okay. What makes you a valuable secretary?

Well, I'm incredibly patient.

Highly adaptable.

I have a heart murmur and can't be around cigar smoke,

but Barrett said that was my problem,

so I just started breathing through my nose.

I'm highly adaptable.

Could you describe a recent accomplishment?

Yeah. I got my wardrobe sorted out.

I'm sorry?

Oh, RDO Barrett thought that

my closet wasn't doing my figure justice,

so he took me shopping.

He's feeling much better about things now.

Oh, I'm sure he'll do the same thing for Mary Jo.

He picked out really great stuff.

He has a good eye for heels and skirts.

Could you give me details

about how this shopping trip came about?

Oh, of course.

And don't leave out anything.

Mm-hmm.

MARY JO: Appreciate you getting

all this stuff couriered over to me,

but I didn't expect you to hand deliver it, Lou.

Well, I wanted to see you, MJ.

And besides...

you know I love it when people owe me favors.

I've been owing you favors for years.

You just never cash them in.

I got my guys to cue up the tape for you.

Your Marines should be at the table any second now.

Hey, uh...

How you doing?

Really?

Oh... It's been a day.

You want to talk about it?

There's this guy named Barrett,

he's a real prickhole.

You want me to handle it?

No, Lou, I don't.

Your name will never get brought up.

-Lou. -I know my business.

Enough.

Hey, there they are.

LOU: Eh, these boys had a hell of a time.

Over a thousand dollars on room charges. You got Cristal,

-lobster. -Hey, look at this, Lou.

They're only betting gray chips.

LOU: Twenties?

MARY JO: Tough to build a 200 grand bankroll

betting that small.

It's tough, but not impossible if you're getting hot cards

and you're doubling down.

What are you talking about?

You can double down till you're blue in the face.

You're not gonna make 200 grand betting grays.

Hey.

Nadia says that Wheeler's up there

interviewing replacements for Mary Jo?

Yeah.

Well, does she know?

I don't know, she's been in the rec room all day.

-MARY JO: These guys are amateurs. -(knocking)

Yeah?

They're barely breaking even.

No way they made that money at blackjack.

DALTON: Mary Jo?

One minute.

Where are the other tapes, Lou?

Poker room, sportsbook?

Well, my guy said they only played blackjack.

Hey, uh, Wheeler's up there interviewing people...

I think your guy's holding out on you.

Careful, honey, you're starting to sound ridiculous.

Hey, what did you say to her?

He didn't mean it like that. It's just the way he talks.

-Is there something you need, fella? -Yeah.

I need you to stop calling her ridiculous.

And I didn't care for the "honey," either.

-You know who I am? -Okay, boys.

DALTON: If she says someone's holding out on you,

-then they're holding out. -You have no idea

what you're talking about.

-I know about her. -And I know her

well enough to tell her

when she has her head up her ass.

-(grunting) -Oh!

DALTON: Stop resisting, Lou.

You're only making it harder on yourself.

Tell her

she's not being ridiculous.

Enough, Dalton.

I needed the money!

Wait, what?

You want me to let him go?

-No. -Aah!

Oh! What the hell's going on in here?

Don't let him go, but let him talk.

Lou, what aren't you telling me?

They didn't win any money at the casino.

They came in, they got $200,000 worth of chips,

they barely gambled, then cashed out.

Why?

They were laundering money.

But the casino didn't want that getting out,

so they paid me off to keep it from you.

Are you saying they walked in there

with 200 grand in cash?

Where'd they get that from?

Mary Jo.

(singsongy): Mary Jo.

Yeah, I'm here.

What were you doing in the basement?

Um, what? I was looking for a...

(clears throat) thingamajig.

Hey, what's this I'm hearing about

a gentleman named Jonny?

Oh. Yeah, he's, uh...

he's probably not a guy you'd pick for me.

-Mm? -But there's something about him,

you know what I mean?

(laughs) Yeah.

But who cares about guys right now.

So you know, I'm not bringing up the Barrett thing

because if I think about you leaving, I'll cry,

and we all know if a woman cries at work,

it takes her two to five years to recover from the backlash.

(chuckles) I love you, too, honey.

Did you need something else?

Yeah, case stuff.

Pierson hooked up with this prostitute named Sunshine.

We think

she figured out that our guys had that 200K

and set them up to get robbed.

-Okay. -We still don't know

where they got the money to begin with

or why they laundered it.

Okay, what do you need me to do?

Nothing.

I'm just telling you 'cause

you're part of the case.

FRANKS: Mary Jo, update on the case.

Rando and Probie are in there working the phones.

You got to figure one of our CIs

got a bead on this Sunshine character.

The Bagpiper

and Kung Fu Calvin said they heard of her.

-You call Twitchy Tony? -LALA: Yeah,

he said he'd make a few calls,

but hookers aren't really his thing.

FRANKS: That's fair.

Did y'all try Bambi Rose?

She helped you take down that prostitution ring

a couple years back, didn't she?

Well, get in there and call her up, Dominguez.

Listen.

I ain't brung up the Barrett thing 'cause...

...I don't want to cry at work.

I love you, too, honey.

I owe you.

Bambi Rose

for the friggin' win.

She gave me a location on Sunshine.

Oh, thank you so much.

You got her? Where is she?

Yeah, I already said we talked to Kung Fu Calvin!

Gibbs, Lala's got a location.

All right, Lady Sunshine

works out of the Bay Light Motel

two exits down from the truck stop.

All right,

that's how you do it. Hitch up,

let's get Lady Sunshine

in the hot seat.

SUNSHINE: They send these guys overseas

to do a man's job,

but they're really only boys.

Doesn't seem right.

You met him at the truck stop?

Outside the diner there?

Yes!

Sorry, boss. Um, I still get super pumped

to see Gibbs in interrogation.

He worked so hard to get in there,

it just feels so right, you know?

Go get Mary Jo. She should be here.

-This is her case, too. -Copy.

GIBBS: How much did he pay you?

Mm, I got different rates for different people.

You want to know yours?

How much did he pay you?

He was a sweet kid.

He had trouble completing the task,

so I ended up not charging him.

Figured it was the least I could do

since he served his country.

Hey, I'm real sorry they got killed,

but I don't know nothing about it.

Yeah, but you knew he had money.

What do you mean?

They all got to leave the cash on the table

before we start.

He had more than that?

Damn.

How much did he have?

Look, I heard people talking. I heard it was road rage.

I don't know nothing about any money.

GIBBS: And what else were people saying?

I'm not getting caught up in this.

You don't have...

Can I go, please?

Catherine.

Last time something like this happened,

I said what I saw, I ended up getting locked up

for something I didn't do.

That's not gonna happen.

To girls like me,

this happens all the time.

Well, not this time.

-What's going on? -Hey.

Gibbs and Lala are making like

the perfect team. He's all, like,

(gruff voice): "What do you know?"

And she's, like... (imitates Lala): "It's okay."

It's working.

SUNSHINE: When the other one was done with me,

this one came in to use the phone.

Do you know who he called?

Someone they were gonna meet up with.

He kept calling him "sir."

I think his name was "Cap."

"Cap" as in "Captain"?

Kids' CO, what's his name?

Captain Declan.

RANDY: We've got a home address in the file.

-(knocking) -FRANKS: Harvey Declan, NIS!

Open up!

(grunts)

Hands! Get your hands up!

Stand up and turn around!

I didn't want to shoot them.

Stand up!

We give you an order, you follow it!

I didn't want to shoot 'em!

(floorboard creaks)

Found this in the trash

outside, boss. Likely used

to smash the back of the car.

Where the hell did you get this money in the first place?

WHEELER: Declan, Pierson and Shaw stole the money

while they were in Kuwait.

They took it from a tent holding cash

meant to be distributed to Kuwaitis who suffered

property loss during the war.

Government cash to reimburse people

for anything from bombed houses

to livestock caught in crossfire.

-The three of them stole it together? -Yeah.

Declan sent the other two to launder the money

in Atlantic City. Told them to call him

when they near the base so they could split it three ways.

He killed them instead,

took all the money for himself,

and made it look like road rage.

Yeah.

Declan said he didn't mean to do it, but, uh...

...I think it was just plain greed.

Why'd you call me up here, Cliff?

It was your case, too.

Truth is,

they're all your cases, Mary Jo.

It's been an honor, Cliff.

It's been a real honor to work here beside you

all these years.

Then I hope you won't mind keeping that run going.

When I was interviewing Barrett's secretaries,

every one of them had a horror story,

so I took detailed notes and I submitted them

to Admiral Cane's office.

-What? -Thanks to the "handsy scandal,"

anonymous reporting of sexual harassment

is taken very seriously.

Barrett's on leave pending an investigation.

You're not going anywhere, Mary Jo.

Oh.

Thank you.

(chuckles)

("The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers playing)

OLDER GIBBS: Mary Jo Hayes didn't

talk about herself much.

For the most part, she kept her private life private

because she knew that the only opinion that really mattered

was her own.

* He said "Son, I've made a life..." *

Yeah, I wish you were here, too.

Mary Jo's gonna give Randy some poker tips.

Yeah, everybody's here. We're about to play.

Everybody say hi to Diane.

ALL: Hi, Diane!

Hope the job's going good.

Diane, I might get to play poker with Burt Reynolds.

DALTON: I love Burt Reynolds.

RANDY: Oh, great!

Yes. We're gonna need these.

Okay, get in here, grab a chair.

OLDER GIBBS: We were all a little surprised when Mary Jo

told us she was seeing Dalton.

I don't know how I feel about this.

It's not for you to feel anyway.

Okay.

Mary Jo didn't declare the relationship officially.

She wanted to protect Dalton's shot at making SAC someday.

But she did declare it to us.

And that night, I realized

maybe Dalton Basement wasn't as much of a killjoy

as I thought.

It seemed like he made her happy.

And if anyone deserved to be happy,

it was our Mary Jo.

All right. Who's feeling lucky?

-(whoops) -* When the dealing's done. *

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